Welcome to what are sure to be fireworks.
I, #1, have decided to go hardcore in July. (Not the half of the blog who is expecting a baby!)
Just for one month Imma try really hard on this getting-in-shape thing. I have made some fits and starts before with a healthy eating challenge and an exercise challenge. Looking back, it appears I only have energy for this stuff in the summer. Hm… Gah, my job is a whole other series of posts.
Hat tip to personal finance blog Mr. Money Mustache for introducing the word “badassity” to my month. I don’t agree with everything he says, but check him out, he’s a good read and some useful things to think about. Inspiring, at least.
Confession time: I keep trying to like kohlrabi. And I keep not liking it that much.
Anyway. I have made a calorie target for each day of what I should be able to eat and lose some weight. Within that amount, I can eat whatever I want. For the past 3 days I have actually been coming in under that number without too much trouble… yet! It requires feeling *slightly* hungry for a while, and being very thoughtful about snacking. I am writing down every single thing I consume except for water and medicine. Oh yeah, and I’m all hopped up on prednisone right now [temporarily; unrelated] so I feel kind of invincible! So far I don’t feel too much like killing people.
This involves eating a lot less pasta, which #2 has nudged me towards before. I haven’t found a wheat pasta that’s any good but if you put enough other stuff on it, it can be edible. Bleh. Also there is that high-protein pasta, which isn’t whole wheat, but is made with chickpeas or lentils or something which is ok too. Neither one is as good as regular pasta.
My lovely partner is helping me by knowing things off the top of his head like how many calories are in this big plate of salad we just made, and how many are in an egg. Good news: Somersault beer from New Belgium is tasty and has fewer calories than I was afraid of. Whee!
Also: exercise. I hates it. Hates it, my preciousssss. It’s hot and gross out. Since last fall, I have had some but really only moderate success with the plan of get-up-at-o-dark-thirty-and-go-to-the-gym-with-partner-before-work. The gym is hard and boring and there are other people there, which I hate. I still do it. Not as consistently as I should. Dr. Isis points out some recommendations that I should probably exercise AT LEAST an HOUR on MOST DAYS to lose weight. That there number is impossible and gross. Eff that. That number will make me give up if I try to stick to it. I can hardly think of something less fun. Also I hate bicycling very much. (“You don’t live longer, it just feels longer.”)
BUT! It is summer and I have free time and I can ride a horse! I love this. I am trying to work out a super-hard-core deal with the horse farm where I can give them infinite money and ride all the darn time in July. My partner swears that if I concentrate hard on the food and do some exercise most days for a solid month, I will see results. And then the plan is that after a month I will feel less deprived and be able to keep going on the diet more easily.
Unfortunately, acquiring cardiovascular endurance sucks and is hard and sweaty and feels bad and yucky and takes a long, hard time and I hate it. But I need it so I can do better on the (horseback) jumper course. And doing that exercise is apparently the opposite of the exercise you have to do in order to lose weight (lifting weights, which I still won’t do because I hate it, even though I want to lose weight). First-world problem! Endurance vs. weight loss: I hate them both. I know everybody keeps saying to lift weights. They don’t make it any more fun or less boring or less of a jerk-fest at the gym.
Of course my problem is the same as anyone else’s problem: exercise and eating better requires weeks and months of continual work in order to see any change at all in exchange for constant sacrifice; eating a huge-ass plate of pasta provides tangible rewards RIGHT NOW. During the school year, 110% of my willpower is taken up with not smacking students and dragging my ass to stupid meetings, so I don’t have any left to deny myself good things, like as much pasta as I can eat all the time. Healthy food is vaguely unsatisfying. It takes more work, too.
Pleeeeease encourage meeee? WTF I hate biology. Calories are tasty, lying on the couch in the a/c is the best summer of all. So, once more, an uphill climb for me!