30 minutes of marching in place this morning.
10 minutes on the exercise bike during my lunch break. I probably could have kept it going a little longer, but I ran out of time.
The two things combined, along with going up and down the cellar stairs a number of times throughout the day, equal… ouch.
Maybe we’ll do 15 minutes on the bike tomorrow? We’ll see.
If you’re curious what hell looks like to me right this minute…..
Wow. Biking fool. Biking in his good shoes.
I closed all three rings on my Apple Watch activity app today. I’m trying really hard to get back into it after slacking off for a month. It’s so difficult.
The watch has me burning way more calories when I walk in place than when I ride the exercise bike. I’m not sure why, but over the last week the bike has been better for my back. I did 40 minutes on the bike today, the goal is 30, and I wasn’t even close to the calorie goal.
I’ll have to figure something out, just so long as I don’t stop exercising. I can’t let myself stop again.
Good luck tomorrow, self.
I’m only riding for a few minutes at a time, but I’ve been very good for the last couple of days.
I usually go a little faster than 12.1 mph. Usually.
It was about a month ago that I stopped closing my exercise ring every day. I stopped doing my 30 minutes of walking. My back was killing me around the clock and I would walk for 2-3 minutes and have to stop. I also stopped doing the Intermittent Fasting thing. That was 25 days ago, if the app I track the fasting in can be believed.
My back doesn’t feel any better, really. I think I have gained 30 pounds in those three-plus weeks. I haven’t weighed myself, but I definitely gained a ton of weight in that short period of time. I can see it, Jen can see it, and I can feel it.
When we put up the Christmas tree we had to find a new, temporary home for our exercise bike. That new home ended up being next to my side of the bed. Right across the room from my work desk. As I felt my weight climbing at a rapid pace, it almost seemed like the bike was mocking me. For about two weeks I have been telling myself to just ride the friggin’ thing. Today I finally did. I only rode it in 5-6 minute intervals. I closed my 30 minute exercise ring, but I didn’t close my 1,000 calorie move ring. My back was okay with the whole thing. My legs weren’t. Ouch. That was a trade I can handle in the short term.
I’ll try again tomorrow. I will shoot for more than just the 30 minutes and see if I can close the 1,000 calorie ring too (I wasn’t even close today). I need to do something before I turn into a Monty Python sketch*.
Oh, and I started tonight’s intermittent fast at 7:30pm. It’s supposed to be 9:00pm, but I guess I was a little anxious. Fingers crossed I can keep myself from falling off the wagon, or from crashing it in to a tree.
I am leaving work a couple of hours early tomorrow. I’m thinking of trying to put new christmas lights on the side of the house. Maybe going up and down the ladder will gain me a few exercise minutes and burn off a few calories. Every little bit helps, I hear.
I am freaking out about my weight. Frankly, it’s so out of control and hard to reign in that it’s scaring the ever loving shit out of me. One step at a time, I guess.
*Just a wafer thin mint, sir.
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