Tag: weight loss

Two Miles

Tuesday is my weigh in day. I knew I wasn’t going to be down much if any, but I got into paranoid mode this morning anyway. I got up early and took the garbage out to the street.

When I came back inside, Jen was doing a walk-in-place workout thing. I was planning on doing some of my 30 minutes before weighing in so I joined her. 33 minutes and two (simulated) miles later I had set my record for (estimated) calories burned in a single Apple Watch-tracked walking inside workout. Talk about crazy.

As for the weigh in, for the second week in a row I was only down 0.2 pounds. I’ll take it.

Didn’t Think of That

Intermittent Fasting and Daylight Savings don’t play nicely together. I just got a notification from the Zero app telling me that I hit my 16 hour goal. How is that possible? It’s not 1:00, it’s only noon.

Oh yeah. There’s an extra hour today. Daylight Savings time starting in the Spring is going to make it worse. My 16 hour fast won’t end until 2:00 on that day! Crap!

Complete change of subject:

Yesterday I brought a bag of trash outside to the barrels and there was a deer in the trees about 10 feet from me. We scared the crap out of each other. She ran off about 20 yards away and then stood there watching me. I stayed too and had a little chat. I tried the trick you do with cats where you close your eyes to show that you trust them. When I opened them again she looked away. Did it work? I managed a picture. It was awesome.

Amazingly, almost exactly the same thing happened today! I went to the trash barrels and there was a stirring in the trees just a few feet away from me. This time the deer was calmly walking away. I caught a good look. It was a buck with antlers! I think there were three points… assuming I know what I’m talking about, which I honestly don’t. He didn’t stay to chat, which was sad. He strolled up a little hill just inside the tree line and vanished.

November 1st

As I was turning to head back to the house I saw a doe too. She’s probably in this picture at the far right. They camouflage so well, the little furry bastards.

I want to be friends with them. We can’t have people over anymore, so maybe the deer could keep coming for visits? That would be nice.

Don’t Start This Crap

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.

Still… feels pretty good.

“Happy” Seven Months

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.

Kiss my ass, Covid-19.

InstaCrack Strikes Again

It happened again. We ordered Diet Pepsi and they brought regular Pepsi. I’ve lost 17 pounds in the past month and suddenly instacart is trying to tempt me back to the soda dark side.

I must fight it. I must be diet strong.

Instacart is My Crack Dealer

We just had an instacart delivery. They did a pretty good job getting things we need. My hat is tipped for sure.

Except.

My weight problem may or may not be the result of decades worth of mass consumption of cola drinks. 90% of them coca~cola, but there’s plenty of pepsi sloshing around in all that fatness too.

I can’t kick my addiction to cola drinks, but I have successfully transitioned to diet soda. Diet Pepsi, to be specific. I now drink mass quantities of Diet Pepsi and while it’s not good for me per se, just look at those teeth, bro, it’s better than guzzling the regular stuff.

Today’s instacart order included a couple of six packs of bottled Diet Pepsi. They brought regular. Oh no. I have regular pepsi in my house. Why don’t you just bring a great big bucketful of crack to a crack addict and tell him to have a ball.

Yikes!

Intermittent Fasting Update

So hey, how’s the intermittent fasting thing going, he asked because he’s kinda feeling lazy when he knows he still has three songs to finish and the dishes need to be done and the dehumidifier in the cellar needs to be emptied and yadda yadda yadda?

It’s still going, if that helps. I still have a tad more than three hours to go in fast #20. I haven’t missed a day since I started this whole screwy thing. I had to mess with it a bit the other day. We had a lunch date with Harry booked for noon on Sunday. My fast period is supposed to end at 1:00. I adjusted things by ending the off period an hour early the night before so that fast was 8:00pm to noon instead of 9:00pm to 1:00pm. No problem. Lunch was eaten on time and all was right with the world. Of course, in order to get back onto the preferred schedule I had to make the next day’s fast 8:00pm to 1:00pm, meaning I had my first official 17 hour fasting period. I did it. It went okay.

Last night I actually didn’t eat anything after dinner. Not because I was being a good boy, but because dinner was HUGE and I never recovered. I think unofficially my current fast probably started before 7:00pm, but that’s okay. I’ll make it. As the clock strikes 10:00am though, I am already fantasizing about lunch. Mmmm, lunch.

It’s Tuesday today, and Tuesday is my self imposed weigh in day. The Zero app, which tracks intermittent fasting (it’s really just a timer with some statistics saved off) has a tie in to the iOS Health app and it allows me to track my weight. It has nice graphs and everything. My first week had a huge weight loss. My second had a very small weight loss. This is the third week and it fell happily in between.

I haven’t set any weight goals yet. Well, other than the lose 250 pounds or so (which is, sadly, not an exaggeration. Robbie is a fatty). I haven’t even started mucking with diet yet. I’m starting this little Autumn-Quarantine experiment with just the intermittent fasting and a little bit of regular exercise. I’ll add diet changes later, but for now chocolate is still on the menu. Let’s see how long that lasts.

In a moment of nerd glory, I setup a Google Spreadsheet with my weigh ins, including a column that tracks weekly changes and a column that tracks total changes, and a line graph… you know, like you do.

Two hours and 56 minutes until it’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch time, babie!

Did I Screw Up?

Last night Jen, Harry, and I were completely wrapped up in Cobra Kai season 2. We were watching, discussing, laughing, and snacking. Later, as I was getting ready for bed, I realized I forgot to set the timer for my fast. It was after 11:00. The fast was supposed to start at 9:00.

That’s when I asked myself, were you munching on those peanuts after 9:00? I can’t say one way or the other. I set today’s fast at 10-2 instead of 9-1. If I had an extra hour yesterday, I’ll short myself an hour today.

It’s been 10 days. You’d think it would be routine by now. Apparently not.

Intermittent Fasting is Suddenly Difficult

I am freakin’ starving. Today is my eighth day playing around with this little weight loss gimmick. I have been 100% on board with no cheating at all. Fast periods start at 9:00pm and end at 1:00pm the next day. In the first week I had really good results. It hasn’t exactly been easy to stop myself from eating during the fast periods, but it hasn’t been too difficult.

Today though, holy crap. There have been four times since last night when I walked through the kitchen and actually picked up some snack food before realizing that I was in a fast. Crap. The current fast ends in 13 minutes, so I’m almost there. Still… damn it has been tough today.

Ol’ Man Spicket

Pictures of the Spicket River mean I went to Weight Watchers (or WW for the cool kids).  I didn’t want to go.  I thought my weigh in was going to be bad with a capital Bad.

Nope.  I was down.  A bunch.  I am kind of in a cycle where one week is up a fraction of a pound and the next week is down a lot.  I’m not doing anything different, it’s just working out that way.

Whatever, I’m on vacation.

 175/365

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