I told myself I wasn’t going to do this but here we are. No one wants to read about my weight. Sure, there’s more than enough of it to go around but no one cares but me so don’t go posting shit about your weight, Robert. No one cares.
Today was my eighth weigh in since I started intermittent fasting and I hit the 20 pound mark. Now I just need to mind the words of the great Han Solo who once said, “great kid. Don’t get cocky.” I still have about 500 pounds to go. 20 pounds isn’t anything special in the grand scheme of things.
Sure, I only got four hours of sleep last night but I still have my 30 minutes of exercise finished before 10am. Take that, morbid obesity.
I don’t know why I couldn’t fall asleep last night, but it was about 2am before I managed it. I need to stop doom scrolling twitter. I should have just watched some Netflix. I’m halfway through Haunting of Bly Manor. It’s not as scary as Haunting of Hill House but it’s still really good. I probably would have had a better night had I just let the show scare the crap out of me then letting America scare the crap out of me.
No more doom scrolling twitter after 10pm, Robert. Let’s put an end to that stupidity, shall we?
I’ve mentioned this a bunch of times, but in the immortal words of David Coverdale, here I go again.
On September 9th I started challenging myself to do 30 minutes of light exercise a day. Today is October 19th and I have yet to miss a day. This light exercise is either walking in place at as brisk a pace as my calves can manage, riding our new stationary bike as fast as my legs will manage, or doing yard work or carrying laundry up and down the stairs. Stuff like that. Anything that my Apple Watch recognizes as exercise counts.
Today marks an important first in that personal challenge thingie. Today is the first time I did the full 30 minutes in one sitting. Sitting isn’t the right word, but you get it, right? I walked in place for 30 minutes straight. The watch estimates I went 1.8 miles, but that’s probably just because it knows I am super tall and each step I take should be longer than the average bear’s.
30 minutes. I am pretty sure that I won’t be able to move my legs tomorrow, but I feel happy right now.
I also had to monkey with the intermittent fasting tracking today. I have meetings from 1:00 to 4:00. I have the fast set to end at 1:00, which is when I usually try to eat lunch on work days. Last night I started the fast 30 minutes early so that I could go to lunch at 12:30 and not be fasting straight through until dinner. I didn’t actually eat anything after dinner last night, so I technically could have started my fast for the night at a little before 7:00, but I figured I’d stay as close to the normal routine as I could.
I weigh in tomorrow. I’ve been good, but I don’t feel particularly good this week. I feel like the scale will not be kind. Maybe it’s time to start watching what I eat as well as when I eat it. Urgh. My kingdom for a safe, effective fat-be-gone pill. Oh yeah.
It’s October 13th. Happy (I mean that sarcastically) Seventh Covid-Quarantine Monthiversary.
This fucking sucks.
Last night one of the guys in the band floated the idea of having a mask-wearing, spread out all over the room band practice. Another guy immediately said yes. The third guy commented but didn’t say yes or no. Then I was the asshole. I’m really tired of being the asshole. Like… really tired of it.
I was going to mix one of the songs last night. I replaced all the bass and drum parts and made sure everything lined up correctly. There was one spot toward the end of the song where the vocals sounded weird. I had two tracks singing the same thing. I’m not sure why I did that, but I did it for the first three songs I recorded. In this particular instance there was a drop out that cut a whole word out of one of the takes. How did I miss that?
I listened to just the vocal tracks, one at a time, and there were little drop outs all over the place. What the hell? I was mostly able to comp together one full track out of the two that I had, but there was one line where both tracks had a drop out. Fortunately it was in a chorus so I was able to fly in that line from another part of the song.
It really pissed me off though. How did I miss that when I was in the car? I knew I was having signal loss issues that day but I thought I was catching them as they happened. I’m so mad at myself. I did the same thing with the two other songs I recorded that day and they both had a drop out or two, but they weren’t nearly as bad. I comped together a full take pretty easily. I then did the same for the four songs I recorded yesterday, when I wasn’t doubling tracks, and everything was fine. I don’t have to redo anything, but it still pissed me off like crazy.
I also had my first bad news on the exercise front, though it wasn’t unexpected. When I started this I said I was going to do the intermittent fasting and 30 minutes of exercise each day and see what happens. I explicitly said I was not going to screw with what I ate, just when I ate it. I have been weighing myself every Tuesday morning and I was losing weight. Today was the first weigh in where I was up. Only a pound and a half, but I was not happy. Not even a little bit. I told myself that weight loss wasn’t my primary goal, but now that I’m up a pound and a half I think I have to face the reality that maybe it actually is my primary goal. Crap. I thought I was more evolved than that (that’s a joke, I didn’t really think that).
The good news is, last time I cut the grass I would do about 10 minutes of mowing and then have to sit for half an hour to recover. After a month’s worth of multiple little “work outs” each day, when I cut the grass this weekend it was more like 20-30 minutes of mowing with little 5-10 minute breaks to recover. That was my original goal for all of this shit. I consider that a small success in an otherwise garbage universe.
For the last 23 days I’ve been able to get in at least 30 minutes of exercise and close all three rings on the iOS Activity app. My beloved wife started tracking exercise a little more than a week before I did and she managed to close all three rings for the entire month of September. I am so impressed by that and so proud of her that I am challenging myself to do the same for the month of October.
Today is October 1st and all three rings are closed for today. I can do this.
I was worried about getting my 30 minutes of exercise in today but I was able to pull it off. Did you know that riding a stationary bike uses a different set of muscles than walking in place? Who knew, right? So now I’ve got two different sets of muscles in pain. Nice.
Speaking of pain. I had a slightly positive outlook on the whole tendinitis in my thumb thing this morning. I still can’t really bend it at the knuckle without that weird getting stuck feeling, but the general, constant pain seemed to have passed. Progress, right? Then I put together an exercise bike. Oh, there you are, constant pain. Welcome home, my constant friend.
An epic streak might come to an end today. For 16 days now I have been able to exercise for at least 30 minutes. I don’t know if I’ve ever pulled anything off in that scope. All I’m doing is walking in place at a quick pace. I work up a sweat, my heart rate rises, my legs burn. It’s not much at all, but for someone as painfully out of shape as I am, it’s something and something is better than nothing.
It was tough yesterday. My legs were killing me. I had to do it in five minute chunks because I couldn’t keep going any longer than that. Wuss. I haven’t done anything today, but already my legs feel like lead. I’m a little nervous I won’t be able to keep the streak alive.
Come on, fat boy. Git’er done.
Also, I looked at all of my past blog posts from September 24ths (yesterday) in history. Last year on 9/24 I finally saw Steve Hackett in concert. Awesome. On 9/24/14 I finished 50/90. Wait… what? The last time I finished 50/90 I did it with six days to spare? Why didn’t I pull that off this year? I’m behind schedule! Yikes!
Anyway. Hopefully I can get my 30 minutes of walking in. Ouch.
I have about an hour and a half left in my 14th consecutive intermittent fast. Two weeks seems like a huge deal for some reason. I figured I’d try it for a week and then I lost a bunch of weight on the first week. Cool! The second week’s weight loss would be better described as tiny, but there was weight loss. Every bit helps.
Two weeks. Jen tried it for a couple of days and stopped. She didn’t feel good. I hadn’t had that problem until yesterday. By hour 14 or 15 yesterday I wasn’t feeling all that great. By 15.5 I was actually feeling a little foggy. I was really hungry and it was messing with my head. So far today I don’t feel bad at all. I’m not sure what happened yesterday, but if that becomes a regular thing I’m going to stop all together. I didn’t like the way I felt yesterday.
We’re also keeping up with the daily exercise. It’s just walking in place, but it definitely helps. When I started this two weeks ago I would go for five minutes and then have to sit down. Today I did 12 minutes before it hurt my back too much to go on. That was great, but let’s see how I feel when I have to do another round during lunch. I might be down to five minutes (or less) again. We’ll see.