Wiped Out

Every day this week I did my 30 minutes of exercise before work. Today being Saturday, there was no work and I didn’t start my marching in place routine until after 4:00pm.

The result? I feel 10 times more wiped out than I did on any day this week. Recovering from the “workout” is so much more difficult than the rest of the week. I think I need to do tomorrow’s 30 minutes as soon as I get out of bed.

My fat ass is thoroughly kicked!

Good Morning

Friday morning, almost time for work.

I need to go to the weight loss clinic at lunch to get them to send a document to my insurance company. I am wondering if I will have a spare few seconds to step on one of their scales. We will have to see.

I am hoping that after work I will be able to see my mother. I haven’t been to the new location yet. I feel absolutely terrible about that. On Wednesday she wasn’t in her room. On Thursday I was praying to the porcelain god. Today is the day, damn it.

I closed my exercise ring for today with a 30 minute marching in place while watching yesterday’s Star Trek: Strange New Worlds episode. I am feeling really good about getting the full 30 minutes finished in one shot. I feel like I am starting to push myself more. My average heart rate is getting higher with each new day, and my legs are feeling more like jelly after I finish. I want to start spending some time on the exercise bike too, but I kinda want to keep my close-the-ring-in-one-shot streak going. We’ll see how it goes.

As for Star Trek, this episode had a very small retcon of one of the movies… the worst movie… I didn’t check to see if Shatner directed this one or not, but let’s see where they take it. It was pretty good today.

One Final Note on the All Nighter

One thing I forgot to mention when I wrote about yesterday’s all nighter.

There will be no perfect week for exercise from my AppleWatch Activity App. I did not do my exercise. The move ring was closed, probably because I stressed out so much I burned tons of calories by just sitting still. The stand ring closed too. That was a given. I had 12 hours with at least one minute standing by 11:01am.

No exercise ring though. I thought about doing my 30 minutes of marching in place in the ER room as soon as I got there so that I could have it all done right away. I didn’t though. I wasn’t sure how long we were going to be there and the thought of doing something physical to tire myself out that late at night when I still might have had to drive her home before going home myself just seemed like a bad move. When I got home I told Jen I was still planning on doing it, but she thought it was a bad idea. I did too, I just didn’t want to admit it. In the end I skipped the day.

The good news, I’ve already closed the 30 minute ring today. We’re back on track already.

Perfect Week

With all the work around the house we did this weekend, and all the pain and soreness and exhaustion that went with it, this weekend’s exercise rings were the hardest to close I’ve done yet. Ouch.

Tonight’s episode of The Walking Dead was really excellent though. That helped a lot.

19 More Minutes

After stress-filled work followed by stress-filled* hospital visit followed by stress-filled start to putting the kitchen and dining room back together, I have only managed 11 minutes of exercise today.

My back is killing me and I don’t know how I’m going to finish before I keel over…

…but I’ll get it done. Somehow. Bet on it.


*The hospital trip wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been. I got there at 1:00pm and she was discharged by 3:00. Most of the time in between she was snoozing. My sister and brother both had a rough time on their days and my day was easy in comparison. It’s not fair, but I do appreciate what they did. Always.

Non-Lunch Post

We’re coming to the end of another work day spent in the office. How many more will there be at this desk? I don’t know. A few, probably.

It’s been a hectic and stressed out day. I’m not sure how, but I managed to do everything right as far as the weight loss surgery prep steps are concerned. I’m up to date on my vitamins (still have one more to take with dinner), and I tracked all of my food, and I stopped drinking more than 15 minutes before eating, and I didn’t drink again for over an hour after eating.

My exercise ring is half closed. That’s due to the long walk from the car to my desk, and the long walk from my desk to the kitchenette and back, and the long walk from my desk to the bathroom and back. I think wearing a mask contributes to the increased heart rate as well, but I don’t have proof of that.

The building recently switched from masks required in all common areas to masks optional for vaccinated folks. I think it’s too soon for that, but I have to deal with it. My mask was on in all common areas but I was in the minority. Will peer pressure eventually remove my mask? I don’t think so but I can’t say for sure. The Covid numbers are way down for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. I would like to take approximately 1/6,893,000th of the credit for that. At least that much. I kept my mask on and kept those around me safe from the virus that I don’t have. That’s not sarcasm. That’s honesty. Wear your effing mask.

Anyway, I was able to eat lunch today, but I was not really able to take a lunch break. That’s why there’s no lunch post from today, and that’s why I titled this post the way I did.

I might look into a new theme for this page. It might be time. Maybe something black and gloomy. Yeah, that would be cool. Black and gloomy is tight.

Now I need to get my exhausted ass home so I can eat dinner with the love of my life, check out how far the paint job got while I was out, watch the new episode of Star Trek Picard, and then finally get some of that sleep that I didn’t get any of last night.

Almost quittin’ time, babie!

I Made It

In regards to the previous post, I did it. I closed my exercise ring about 45 minutes ago. My streak of successful days on the Activity App is in tact.

I need to start finishing the 30 minutes of exercise earlier in the day. This last minute crap is stressing me out big time.