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Okay, time to drag my sorry ass off to the gym.
Feb. 7th, 2010
Okay, time to drag my sorry ass off to the gym.
Status of the dieter
Feb. 7th, 2010 05:40 pmI'm at a Super Bowl party and I'm only had veggies and water so far! \o/
I did forty-five minutes on the treadmill this morning. I've been keeping it to a brisk walk for now and trying to build up on my time instead, and figured I'll work on picking up my speed next. I'm actually doing a lot better than I thought I would on the treadmill -- it helps to put on the right song, close my eyes, and when the song finishes put on the next right song and do it all over again. Time flies that way.
I was going to weigh myself at my cousin's house but when I got here and tried it the scale tried to tell me that I was 161 pounds. My mom and cousin were all, "You need to weigh yourself naked!", but I'm not wearing a bomb squad suit, for fuck's sake. I'm definitely losing weight -- my belly is visibly flatter and I managed to get into my size ten jeans today, although I didn't wear them because they're still too tight and pinch around the waist -- but the last time I weighed myself I was 150 pounds and was definitely not more than 155 pounds when I started the diet and exercise regimen. See, this is why I didn't want to weigh myself. *eyeroll*
The diet regimen actually works out quite well, really. I make myself a big breakfast (by dieting standards) after I get back from the gym and shower/take a bath, which times it just right for me to eat in regular intervals for the rest of the day.
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Also, for anybody who had forty-five minutes in the "Jennifer is at a family gathering -- how long will it take for one of her relatives to say something vaguely or blatantly racist?", congratulations! Don't spend all your winnings in one place.
(For the curious, "black as the ace of spades" was used.)
I did forty-five minutes on the treadmill this morning. I've been keeping it to a brisk walk for now and trying to build up on my time instead, and figured I'll work on picking up my speed next. I'm actually doing a lot better than I thought I would on the treadmill -- it helps to put on the right song, close my eyes, and when the song finishes put on the next right song and do it all over again. Time flies that way.
I was going to weigh myself at my cousin's house but when I got here and tried it the scale tried to tell me that I was 161 pounds. My mom and cousin were all, "You need to weigh yourself naked!", but I'm not wearing a bomb squad suit, for fuck's sake. I'm definitely losing weight -- my belly is visibly flatter and I managed to get into my size ten jeans today, although I didn't wear them because they're still too tight and pinch around the waist -- but the last time I weighed myself I was 150 pounds and was definitely not more than 155 pounds when I started the diet and exercise regimen. See, this is why I didn't want to weigh myself. *eyeroll*
The diet regimen actually works out quite well, really. I make myself a big breakfast (by dieting standards) after I get back from the gym and shower/take a bath, which times it just right for me to eat in regular intervals for the rest of the day.
*
Also, for anybody who had forty-five minutes in the "Jennifer is at a family gathering -- how long will it take for one of her relatives to say something vaguely or blatantly racist?", congratulations! Don't spend all your winnings in one place.
(For the curious, "black as the ace of spades" was used.)