Nafalomo, Beer, And My New Year's First Weak Week...
Just a brief update on my new goals. Nafalomo is in its first full week, and I've done the no beer and bread thing. I've stayed away from mayonaise and I started a twenty minute a day jog routine, which culminated in my doing a twenty minute jog yesterday and then a forty minute fast walk around the lake with my dogs. The legs are waking up slowly and are sore, but they feel like legs again--like they have a purpose other than just holding me up and moving me slowly around.
I bought one of those scales that measures weight and body water percentage and fat percentage on day three. 262.5 pounds. 50% water. 30% fat? (Ideal is supposed to be around 19%, so I don't feel like a total tub of blubber. Just a partial one). After a week of doing all the right things I weighed myself. 263 pounds. 48% water. 31% fat. WTF???
I figured my body was just "adjusting itself" and getting ready for the marathon it knows is in its future...
I am going with that, anyway.
Here is a photo taken down by the lake where I jog and walk. I need to find a map and check on the distance around this lake, because that will be my jogging metric for quite awhile.
The next one is of mysterious crop circles in a baseball diamond and my evil-eyed dogs. It is darker on the preview than in my stuff... Hmmm. Hope you can see it.
This cartoon helps me hide the beer from myself. Well, OK, it helps me avoid the beer aisle in the store. My cart starts to drift over toward the red wine, but I put my foot out and freeze the wheels.
Work is not as far along as we (I) had planned, and it looks like I can't take time off until maybe mid-February. My new legs should be ready to do some serious black diamond skiing by then. I am hoping to show Arnold how it is supposed to be done.
My friend Wizard is back in the States freezing his tail off like the rest of us, and this makes me smirky and all giggly inside.
Anyway, that's my up to the minute report. More stories forthcoming as they fall out of my head...
13 comments:
If you can tolerate it, I lost 50 pounds one time pounding michelob ultra in lieu of the tasty imports I've grown accustomed to.
I weigh about the same as you 6'4 260 and it takes me about a 6 pack on an empty stomach to get lightly buzzed.
We sometimes have to make sacrifices though and it seems you are doing good.
I bet youre right about the adjustments, don't worry about the fluctuations your weight will have.
I'd like to hear about this scale tho, I think I may want to get one of those, what's the brand name,where did you get it?
Can't do it, Hammer. It is either good Ale or Stout, or hold my nose... I've never been 6-4. Been withing an eighth of an inch before, but gravity... sheeesh. What's it feel like way up there?
Nikky. That scale I got at Walmart. I took my Mum's husband in for a doctor visit, and went by there right after. Here I was, buying this scale designed for dieters, and then ordering a Big Mac meal (they have a Micky Dees in the store) for my Mum's husband at the register where I paid for my scale. Walmart has that capability...
Anyway, I don't know the brand. It was 30 bucks. My Big Mac story is one of those where you had to be there, I am seeing that now...
I love Goldens. BTW. I even invented a toy just for them.
I hear you scott. My poison of choice is Sheaf stout
You are probably right about your body adjusting itself. It seems I read somewhere that whenever you start a diet the first bit of weight you lose is always water weight.
Someone needs to show AHNAWLD how to ski...good luck!
Beautiful view you have to run around everyday-I'm jealous.
I have seen 5 flakes of snow all winter. HUMPFH!
Red Wine & dark chocolate is good for your heart--research! That's my diet.
Depriving yourself of beer completely??
Are you crazy?!?
What if your body goes into shock?
Indulge yourself. Make an allowance for ONE beer, ONCE a week.
One beer will NOT ruin your physique. I promise.
Those crop circles are identical to the ones I see in my neighborhood. I believe contact with the beings that pilot those crafts is imminent. I have a friend who is visited and anal probed by aliens several times a year. They always come at night, disguised as his uncle Phil and a guy his uncle went to college with. He says he’s honored to be chosen to represent earth in that capacity. I’m not supposed to tell anyone though. My friend says the aliens drink Bud Light.
Slaghammer,
You still scare me.
Little Miss, I mean “Her Most Noble Lady Kylie the Antique of Much Madness upon Avon” for as long as the mood prevails, please address me as “His Exalted Highness Duke Slaghammer the Unusual of Bow under Bumpstead.” Jilly (my lovely and talented wifey) has agreed to a shortened version, “Bumpstead.” Do you mind if I address you as “Madness?” Good, now what were we talking about?
I'm so proud of you for getting yer ass up and doing something with that body of yours. Keep up the good work... it's worth it.
I will begin South Beach Diet and I'll be doing a ton of running once I get moved into my new place and I control exactly what kind of food (or drink) comes into my fridge. I'm excited.
So, to track your weight loss, you could use a tracker like this:
http://www.tickerfactory.com/ezticker/ticker_designer.php?type=3
Put one on your side bar!
Had to go private today. Send a quick email to get an invitation.
rastockdale@yahoo.com
Is NaFaLoMo your own invention? Very clever. The picture at the top is, well, too much to be believed in so many ways.
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