
iOS Journal App: Post Number 21


So close to a full day without stomach problems. So close, yet so far.
No issues at breakfast. No issues at lunch. No issues at dinner except I dished out a smidge too much food and felt too full to finish every bite. No issues with any between meal snacks until…
All of my goals had been met. I was sitting up in bed getting caught up on the last few weeks of South Park. I was pleased with my success after a whole week of struggles so I decided to treat myself to a little cup of sugar free chocolate pudding.
Just before I finished the little cup, I started feeling a little queasy. Huh. A minute later and about half of the little cup of pudding was coming back for an encore. I made it to the bathroom in time, but only just barely.
So it’s not the perfect day I’d hoped for, stomach wise, but it was a good one up until the last few minutes. Better luck tomorrow, m’kay?
I slept through my weight watchers check in on Saturday so I don’t know how much weight I gained in Florida. I’m sure it’s some, but I did so much walking over the six days that hopefully it counteracted my junk food splurge a little at least.
I checked the Activity app on my phone to see how much movement my watch registered. Here is the break down:
| Steps/Day | Distance/Day (miles) |
| 15331 | 8.3 |
| 19906 | 10.9 |
| 15035 | 8.3 |
| 11999 | 6.6 |
| 11311 | 6.2 |
| 10862 | 5.9 |
| Total Steps | Total Distance (miles) |
| 84444 | 46.2 |
Now every time I do something like this I have to add the following disclaimer:
I have no idea if these numbers are good or not for a normal human, but for a grossly overweight non-exerciser like me they are stunning.
46.2 miles over six days. 84,444 steps over six days. It did not feel overwhelming the way I was afraid it would. There were a few times when I told Jen and Harry that I needed to stop for a spell. Mostly those times were due to back pain, and I think most of those had something to do with the way I was carrying my backpack.
Did the handful of trips to the gym have any effect? I can’t see how they didn’t, but on most of those gym trips I was only walking between 0.5 and 0.75 miles. I can’t even imagine how much more difficult it would have been without those practice sessions.
Sleep was another matter. As previously stated, in a moment of supreme genius I managed to leave home without one (teeny tiny little) piece of my CPAP machine which rendered the device useless for the duration of the trip. I also didn’t use it the night before we left, as I had already packed it. On that last night at home my sleep numbers were the worst they’ve ever been. That was due in part to me staying up way too late and waking up way too early, which is probably down to excitement.
The first night in Florida, without the CPAP machine, was (according to the data collected by my watch) the best nights sleep I’ve had since I started using the machine. You read that correctly. The best sleep I had was WITHOUT the machine. The highest restful sleep percentage and the highest heart rate dip percentage I’ve had since I started paying attention. I believe that was due to having almost no sleep the night before, but it was still rather surprising.
The second night in Florida followed a day where we left the hotel early and went to a theme park, then just before dinner we went to a second theme park and stayed there until around midnight. If you look at the chart above, that was the day with the 10.9 miles of walking. I was so tired by the time we decided to go home that I was having trouble lifting my feet as I walked. At one point we were strolling down Main Street USA and I had to step up onto the sidewalk and I couldn’t do it. I had to stop walking, gear myself up, and then force my feet to step high enough that I could get over the curb. It was a disturbing experience to say the least. The sleep numbers that night were just a hair less than the first night. Easily the second best nights sleep I’ve had since I started paying attention, and once again it was without the CPAP machine.
After that it was more like I expected it to be. One night I barely slept at all. Most other nights I slept okay but the restful sleep percentage was maybe 25% lower than when I use the machine and I definitely did not feel like I slept much, regardless of how long the watch said I was out. Once I was home and back on the CPAP machine the percentages went back to where they should be, even if the total number of hours was still way too small.
So to sum up the physical health aspects of our trip, I had a near infinite increase in exercise and, despite some weird outliers, the expected shitty CPAP-free sleep. I also had lots of leg pain, foot pain, hip pain, back pain, arm pain, and shoulder pain, all of which were expected and within tolerable levels. All in all, I am pretty happy with how I held together.
Summing up the mental health aspects is easier. I loved every second of it and I wish I could go back onto vacation right now. Maybe this week we could go to Disneyland instead of Disney World? What about Euro-Disney, is that even still a thing? Let’s go and find out.
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.
I have a couple of new pictures of the Mighty Spicket River in Salem, NH…
These of course are taken from the Weight Watchers parking lot, which means I went to weight watchers today. I don’t want to talk about weight loss on the blog anymore, for now at least. Every once in a while I need to search for something here and I end up reading some happy post from years ago about how I lost two pounds or some nonsense. When that happens it is really depressing. It’s like saying, look how good I used to be doing before I started to suck again. I hate feeling that way so I am not going to keep track of stats or anything, My first week back was good. Enough said.
Except that I also went to the gym. I walked on a treadmill until my sore foot woke up. 15 minutes at a very slow pace. That’s a good start. We’re a month away from Disney and I need to be able to walk around all over Florida so I need to start practicing now.
Oh yeah… practicing… guitar… gig… Way to ruin the good vibe and scare the crap out of yourself, fat ass.
My return to the mighty Spicket River.



New Spicket pics can only mean one thing:
Weight Watchers.
I’m tired of hating myself, you know? #Sadface
Surprised about this one. I am down four pounds from last week. That makes a 3.88% total reduction of my initial weigh in. I thought this was going to be a bad weigh in, I didn’t expect this. Only about 180 or so pounds to go!
I am about to go to Weight Watchers and weigh in. I have a bad feeling about this. I don’t feel all that great, and I don’t feel very good about my week. I tracked, but it just all felt… wrong somehow. Now there’s something up with my stomach…
This is going to suck.
I was bad again last night. Not as bad as I was on Tuesday, but not good. We got take out. I had been very good all day so I got what was probably the least awful thing on the menu. Or at least the least awful thing Mr Robert the Picky Eater can stomach. Unfortunately my step son got exactly the same thing and barely ate any of his… so I polished it off for him.
Woops.
It’s going to be easy to cheat this weekend too. There’s Mothers Day, and someone I know is having a birfday. If the weather cooperates though I hope to get out and do some yard work. That will count for exercise. It seems to be the only exercise I get. Well, that and two hours standing up during band practice. That counts, right?
On the upside, the Montreal Canadians and the New York Rangers are both one loss away from their off seasons. I am quite the Tampa Bay Lightning and Washington Capitals fan right now.
I’m really bad at weight watchers. This is all sort of sudden. I didn’t used to be bad at weight watchers.
This weekend was the end of the kids’ school vacation so we honored the occasion by going out to eat twice and even going out for ice cream. I was not good, diet wise, but not too too bad. The ice cream was bad but I didn’t go overboard and I had been backing off on snacks to make room. The dinners out could have been bad but I stuck as close as I could to simply filling foods. I did cave in to eating bread both times. That wasn’t good.
Last night though… last night I redefined “bad”. Last night my behavior would have been bad even if I wasn’t on weight watchers. I had a huge dinner. I mean, off the chain giganticly huge. That was bad. I then tore through a big pile of junk food with an embarrassing abandon. I spoiled a lot of good habits that were starting to develop. I feel bad.
I feel bad, but…
I am putting it behind me. I am not going to let one bad night turn into a bad week. Yeah, I might be considering not weighing in on Saturday, but I would still like to go to the meeting. I need to re-apply the gung-ho feeling I had a few weeks ago. Yesterday is over. Today is a new day. I’m doing it the right way. I fell off the wagon a little bit, but I’m back on and I’m pissed off. No more cheating!
Onward to success!