The Diet Naked Blog

Monday morning

So, today starts my second week of Couch to 5K.  This running program is only three days a week and, at least for the first two weeks, only thirty minutes a day.  Easy, right?

After the first day, I was sore in places I haven't been sore in a long, long time.  After the third session, only my right heel hurt.  After two days "off", my heel hardly hurts at all.  So, yay.

I'm sort of dreading tomorrow (it's 12:45 a.m.), though.  I have to run for TWO CONSECUTIVE minutes at a time.  Which, when I say that, sounds really funny.  Seriously.  I can run for TWO minutes at a time.  Of course, I have to do it over and over again until I'm gasping for breath.

I hope that sooner or later I won't hate it.  I'm sure that day will come.  I do remember the last time I got in shape that I liked the actual time exercising.  At this point, I'm just doing it in faith that eventually, I'll like it.

I'm also reading a book a reader recommended called Eating Less.  So far, I'm just saying to myself, "This is my choice.  I can eat whatever I want.  I can eat as much as I want."  I'd better ZOOM through this part quickly and get to the part that helps me stop actually eating whatever I want, as much as I want!

No, seriously.  The point is to free yourself from the pattern of addictive eating, which clearly is something I need to figure out.  I believe there is hope.  There's always hope unless you quit trying.

Anyway, here's to more running!  And less over eating! 

How are you doing?  Check in and let me know.

Exercise update

I started the Couch to 5K program yesterday. I feel how I imagine an 87 year old feels, all rickety and sore and achey.

However, I know I will feel better soon and tonight I am going to ride my exercise bike--I plan to do that on days I don't run.

Also? I did ten pushups and so my upper body hurts today.

I'm a wreck but young enough to do something about that.

And now? Time to sweat.

Exercise! And thinking, maybe too much.

I exercised twice this week.  I rode my long-neglected Schwinn exercise bike.  I used to ride it for 45 minutes a day, then I lessened that to 30 minutes a day.  I compromised and decided on 38 minutes. 

Honestly, it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be.  I like to read while I ride, so it's practically fun. 

I want to do a Couch-to-5K training thing I downloaded to my iPhone, but I am like a cat.  I hate to get my fur wet.  I just can't convince myself to leave my warm home in the morning to go into super-wet-windy-rainy-awful weather. 

I know.  I know.  There is no bad weather, only bad clothing.  Still.  I don't want to go outside, but I cannot use that as a reason not to exercise because I feel terrible.  I look terrible, but more importantly, I feel terrible.

I am almost 45 years old and I am insulin resistant.  I am in danger.  I know I am in danger.  I need to be healthy.

I wonder if the scale is making things worse.  When I get good news, I'm apt to eat in celebration.  When I get bad news, I'm likely to binge.

Maybe I should read Geneen Roth again.  Eat for satisfaction and move my body.  That sounds simple, right?

There are a whole string of things that I have artificially hooked to weight loss.  I must lose weight so I can go to that writer's conference.  I need to lose weight before I see old friends.  I need to lose weight before I join the gym.  (Yeah, figure out that one!)  I'm sequential to a fault.  I must do this, this, this and this, in THIS order or I may as well just crawl under the covers and sleep until spring.

It's ridiculous.  I know. 

But there you go.  Musings on a Saturday night. 

I'm so frustrated

So frustrated that I ate cookies.  I ate so perfectly all week:  cauliflower and steamed fish, egg whites and zucchini, reduced-fat Triscuits and hummus . . . and most importantly, no sugar, no refined flour, NO COOKIES.  I didn't eat french fries, I didn't eat cake, I didn't eat potato chips. 

I weighed myself today and discovered that I had lost a negligible amount of weight.  Maybe I was fatter last week than I thought (I didn't weigh) and that might be, but my current weight just makes me want to scream.  And so, I ate cookies.

Clearly, that's a stupid response.  And I won't do it again.  This week, anyway.

But enough about me.  How about you?  How are you doing?  Tell me.  Take my mind off my own misery.

Complaining again

You know what makes me mad? 

I can gain five pounds in two days.

But that's not what makes me mad.  What makes me mad is that since Monday I have been eating carefully--salads with protein at lunch, dinners full of vegetables and lean protein, apples instead of cookies--and when I stepped on the scale today, I was still fat.

I don't know what the scale said on Monday.  I was too afraid to know.  But still, I think when I got the scale today, it should have been a lower number than it was.  And when it was higher than I expected, it made me feel so discouraged, so hopeless, so ANNOYED.

Despite that, I ate right today anyway.

If I weren't afraid of getting fatter and fatter and fatter, I'd give up the scale entirely because it's such a bummer.  But I need the feedback the scale gives me.  It's a reality check for me because I can convince myself that I'm not as fat as I am.  (Even the mirror lies to me.)

I hate the scale.  I hate being fat.  I hate the slow results.

Signed,

The Pessimist

Fat is not cute

Well, that's not entirely true.  Fat is cute when we're talking about the pudgy thighs of a baby or the pinchable cheeks of a toddler.  But when you look down where your abdomen belongs and find instead a roly-poly squishy belly, it's really, really not cute.  Not.  Cute.

So, instead of lamenting the truth of that fact, I have stopped eating cookies.  Again.  Cookies are like poison to me and yet, I keep scarfing them down.  It's amazing that I can disable my self-control so completely that I do the very thing that I know for a fact will make me fat.  What is wrong with this picture?  And can I fix it? 

I still haven't started to exercise but I did order a new sports bra and I did investigate a gym (that turns out to be right here in my town).  The gym is a "Crossfit" gym which means that I might have to get in shape before I join because the work-outs are hard, from what I'm told.  However, (and this is Mel's logical, reasonable brain speaking), the gym is a good idea for several reasons:  1)  It's literally five minutes from my house; 2) The classes are at 10 a.m., a perfect time for me; and 3) I really need to build muscle mass.

I have also downloaded to my iPhone a "Couch to 5K" app.  Did I already mention that?  It's so awesome, yet I have not done the first work-out.  But I will!  I will!  Because I want to use that app.  I am just that addicted to my iPhone.  (And also cookies, but get away from me, Cookies!  We cannot be friends!)

Dear Oprah . . .

Dear Oprah, 

Thank you for staying fat.  I'm sure you aren't doing it just for me, but it does make me feel better to know that you haven't been able to get the weight off--again--and that even all your media power and bajillion dollars does not mean easy fitness and slim health.

Love,

Mel who keeps making stupid choices

(I also deeply appreciate Kirstie Alley, Maureen McCormick, and the "Biggest Loser" Erik Chopin) 

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In other news, did you see this CNN article about Roni, from Roni's Weigh?  (She lost 71 pounds.)