God that's an awful joke, but I just had to do it.
Tonight was my first HIIT session, which stands for High Intensity Interval training, for those of you not "in the know." (It's ok, I wasn't "in the know" until a month ago.)
Basically, you work your ass off for 30 seconds, rest, repeat for 20-30 minutes. I ran/walked. My ass was thoroughly kicked (SWEAT DOWN MY BACK).
Here's a really good article that explains it better than I can: Aw yeah, HIIT
What you're "supposed" to do is jog, sprint, repeat. But I'm fat, guys. Fat and I haven't been to the gym in like three weeks or more. Fat and I haven't ruined myself cardiovascularly like that since the last time my ass tried to run. But it's over, it was good, and I'm going to do it again on Thursday (then Sunday, then Tuesday, repeat, etc...).
Last weekend I hit another milestone, 20 lbs down. This is from early January, so it took me about 2 months to do it. It sounds totally awesome, but I have to repeat it another four times at least, so that's going to be fun. Also, none of my pants fit right anymore, so there's that. I've started HIIT mostly because the loss has slowwwwwed. Is it maybe due to my love of almond meal used in baking applications? Yeah. So I stopped that, and thought "maybe I should move my ass in preparation for that Color Run thing I'm doing...yeahhhh..."
Because PS I signed up for a Color Run in May. It'll be my first race ever, my first 5k, and a big step out of my comfort zone. (My comfort zone is usually watching The People's Court with my dog pressed against me.)
Anyway, that's as much of an update as I'm capable of right now. Still kicking ass in school, loving clinicals because I'm weird, etc...
Goodnight, faithful viewer(s)
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Keto is not catastrophic!
Hi again.
So I keep on keto-ing on, despite some slip ups. (Seriously, who can resist a perfect bagel first thing in the morning, hand delivered by their loving sister?)
However, I'm down a resounding total of 15 lbs so far. Not too shabby. Yes, it could have been better were it not for a bagel, Pho for Valentine's Day, etc... But who cares. 15 lbs! Woo! I still eat a bunch of cheese. I've discovered keto crackers and keto scones, which has been awesome. Tonight I got to eat a big rare steak too. NO COMPLAINTS HERE, BROS.
Anyway. School is fine. Clinicals aren't scary and I'm not completely retarded. So far. Ish.
I'm sure you get the idea.
So I keep on keto-ing on, despite some slip ups. (Seriously, who can resist a perfect bagel first thing in the morning, hand delivered by their loving sister?)
However, I'm down a resounding total of 15 lbs so far. Not too shabby. Yes, it could have been better were it not for a bagel, Pho for Valentine's Day, etc... But who cares. 15 lbs! Woo! I still eat a bunch of cheese. I've discovered keto crackers and keto scones, which has been awesome. Tonight I got to eat a big rare steak too. NO COMPLAINTS HERE, BROS.
Anyway. School is fine. Clinicals aren't scary and I'm not completely retarded. So far. Ish.
I'm sure you get the idea.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Oh hi.
Hi blog. Remember that blog post about my tendency to abandon blogs? Yeah that happened. I got distracted by pretty shinies!
The semester went well, with me getting A's in all but one class. I'm on break now, but start again in two weeks. Wee? Kinda scary, really.
When I was posting last, I was doing the most half hearted attempt at keto there ever was. What's keto, you might be asking? Essentially, it's a low carb, high fat diet that operates on the premise of ketone bodies. Ketones are produced by your body when you're metabolizing fat as your primary energy source rather than glycogen/carbs. So you eat low carb to deplete your glycogen stores (energy stored in your muscles), high fat so that you're easily satiated (and to convince your body that we're not being starved, alright?), and that along the way you measure your ketone output by peeing on sticks. There's a lot of peeing on sticks.
I'm really attempting this because of my gorgeous, lovely, tiny fucking friend. I love her, but she's been a size 4 her entire life, on top of being gorgeous. And then she got a boyfriend and gained 20 lbs. So he decided to go to Lindora to lose weight himself, and she joined in support. She lost her 20 lbs in about two and a half months. He's been doing it for longer, and has lost like 50. The fuck. So I asked her about Lindora.
And holy shit is Lindora ever expensive. Their cheapest package is $140/month here. I'm in this school program and can't work a ton, and am therefore becoming increasingly poor. I worry about paying the essentials, like car insurance, let alone some weight loss program. So I can't do it. But I prodded her for details, and guess what? Lindora's plan is, essentially, a guided ketogenic based program. They focus less on the high fat (boo), more on the low carb, but there are still keto sticks to pee on. So it's operating on the same basic principles.
That is how I decided to give keto another try. So far I am satisfied. I've lost 5.8 lbs since starting it two weeks ago. I'm the lighter purple on the keto scale, which is damn good (and indicates that my body is, indeed, using fat for fuel). I'm not hungry, which is a big yay, and I don't have to think constantly about what I'm doing (which is why calorie counting has worked and failed in the past for me).
So those are the deets. I guess I'll update when there's more to update about? My clinicals start when school does, so prepare yourself for that inevitable freak out...
The semester went well, with me getting A's in all but one class. I'm on break now, but start again in two weeks. Wee? Kinda scary, really.
When I was posting last, I was doing the most half hearted attempt at keto there ever was. What's keto, you might be asking? Essentially, it's a low carb, high fat diet that operates on the premise of ketone bodies. Ketones are produced by your body when you're metabolizing fat as your primary energy source rather than glycogen/carbs. So you eat low carb to deplete your glycogen stores (energy stored in your muscles), high fat so that you're easily satiated (and to convince your body that we're not being starved, alright?), and that along the way you measure your ketone output by peeing on sticks. There's a lot of peeing on sticks.
I'm really attempting this because of my gorgeous, lovely, tiny fucking friend. I love her, but she's been a size 4 her entire life, on top of being gorgeous. And then she got a boyfriend and gained 20 lbs. So he decided to go to Lindora to lose weight himself, and she joined in support. She lost her 20 lbs in about two and a half months. He's been doing it for longer, and has lost like 50. The fuck. So I asked her about Lindora.
And holy shit is Lindora ever expensive. Their cheapest package is $140/month here. I'm in this school program and can't work a ton, and am therefore becoming increasingly poor. I worry about paying the essentials, like car insurance, let alone some weight loss program. So I can't do it. But I prodded her for details, and guess what? Lindora's plan is, essentially, a guided ketogenic based program. They focus less on the high fat (boo), more on the low carb, but there are still keto sticks to pee on. So it's operating on the same basic principles.
That is how I decided to give keto another try. So far I am satisfied. I've lost 5.8 lbs since starting it two weeks ago. I'm the lighter purple on the keto scale, which is damn good (and indicates that my body is, indeed, using fat for fuel). I'm not hungry, which is a big yay, and I don't have to think constantly about what I'm doing (which is why calorie counting has worked and failed in the past for me).
So those are the deets. I guess I'll update when there's more to update about? My clinicals start when school does, so prepare yourself for that inevitable freak out...
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I don't do "sick" well.
I hate being sick. I will say that I manage it more tolerably than most, but in my head I'm thinking "wahhhhhhh siiiiiiiiiick waaaahhhhhhhhhh" the entire time.
Today I am sickly, but it is entirely my own fault. I have all the joys of illness, without the pleasure of infecting others with my plague.
If you're in healthcare, you know that there are many shots involved when you being your schooling. Today was the day that I conquered my vaccinations. I got all four that I needed, at once, in one arm. You might be thinking, as my friends have, "why all four in one day?" Well, my physical for the program is tomorrow, and I want things out of the way for it. And I figured that if I'm going to have some adverse reaction to my vaccinations (distinct possibility, given that I didn't get my 2nd MMR as a kid because I had such a super-sick reaction to it), I might as well get it done once rather than spread it throughout several weeks of misery.
My current symptoms are:
Fever
Headache
Swollen glands
Nausea
Pretty good so far.
So to alleviate my symptoms, I decided to go to the bar and drink some beer. Totally worked, bros. Does it adhere to any sort of diet? No. But I like beer. So there.
Today I am sickly, but it is entirely my own fault. I have all the joys of illness, without the pleasure of infecting others with my plague.
If you're in healthcare, you know that there are many shots involved when you being your schooling. Today was the day that I conquered my vaccinations. I got all four that I needed, at once, in one arm. You might be thinking, as my friends have, "why all four in one day?" Well, my physical for the program is tomorrow, and I want things out of the way for it. And I figured that if I'm going to have some adverse reaction to my vaccinations (distinct possibility, given that I didn't get my 2nd MMR as a kid because I had such a super-sick reaction to it), I might as well get it done once rather than spread it throughout several weeks of misery.
My current symptoms are:
Fever
Headache
Swollen glands
Nausea
Pretty good so far.
So to alleviate my symptoms, I decided to go to the bar and drink some beer. Totally worked, bros. Does it adhere to any sort of diet? No. But I like beer. So there.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
BIRTHDAY ERMAHGERD
So the bundt cakes are made (delicious!), the pizza dough is warming (mmm, doughy), and I'm just sitting here waiting out the next hour before people start arriving.
Realistically, I am the only one of my friends able to adhere to any sort of schedule, so actually expecting anyone to be here at 1 pm seems overly optimistic. But hey. Maybe this year is the year that people show up on time.
It's not even my birthday, too. That's the best part. My birthday is really in June, but it was hot and I was really sad about not getting accepted into my allied health program (note to self: explain that next). So I didn't have a birthday party. However, my lovely friends, who love my costume parties apparently, hassled me until I set a date in September. It is not incredibly hot, and I am not sad anymore because I got into my program. So, party.
I guess that I still have to take a shower, but I am mostly done. I cleaned my messy, girl-filled bathroom so it's no longer a sea of bobby pins and rubber bands for my hair. I even put my hair dryer away, and used those amazing Clorox wipes to make sure everything looked nice.
Add +4 to Responsible. (What character trait would that be? Charisma? Cleaning is definitely dexterity...maybe it's...ok I am over thinking this stop. I'll see my DM today anyway, he'll know.)
Things that will be excellent about today:
Friends.
Food.
Costumes (it's a costume party, btdubs).
My hair (seriously, it's a great hair day today).
Realistically, I am the only one of my friends able to adhere to any sort of schedule, so actually expecting anyone to be here at 1 pm seems overly optimistic. But hey. Maybe this year is the year that people show up on time.
It's not even my birthday, too. That's the best part. My birthday is really in June, but it was hot and I was really sad about not getting accepted into my allied health program (note to self: explain that next). So I didn't have a birthday party. However, my lovely friends, who love my costume parties apparently, hassled me until I set a date in September. It is not incredibly hot, and I am not sad anymore because I got into my program. So, party.
I guess that I still have to take a shower, but I am mostly done. I cleaned my messy, girl-filled bathroom so it's no longer a sea of bobby pins and rubber bands for my hair. I even put my hair dryer away, and used those amazing Clorox wipes to make sure everything looked nice.
Add +4 to Responsible. (What character trait would that be? Charisma? Cleaning is definitely dexterity...maybe it's...ok I am over thinking this stop. I'll see my DM today anyway, he'll know.)
Things that will be excellent about today:
Friends.
Food.
Costumes (it's a costume party, btdubs).
My hair (seriously, it's a great hair day today).
Friday, September 21, 2012
My millionth blog.
I am not a prolific writer, unless you count the blogging I do in my brain. My house is littered with half full diaries, their contents full of sporadic entries spanning years. They are lost, forgotten, replaced, and rediscovered. I am a phoenix of procrastination.
The same is largely true with my blogs. I think this might be my seventh blog in fifteen years. My first blog was awful. I was in middle school, blogs had just been born in a user friendly format, and I was depressed and largely misunderstood by my peers. So I blogged. Prolifically. Painfully. God it was awful.
Since then, I've attempted to capture my inner genius several times. I'm seriously a funny person, my friends tell me. So I think "Hey man, I know words and shit. Let's get this blogging party started." And then something else comes along and I, predictably as it seems to be with my generation, get distracted and move on to something else.
BUT NO MORE. THE PROVERBIAL BUCK STOPS HERE. I AM FUNNY, DENIZENS OF THE INTERNET.
And more importantly, I guess, is that I have a purpose now. Not only do I need A Hobby to keep myself from being bored and keep on task with school, I have school. And not just any school, no. I have gone Back To School, as it seems that many people are doing.
I'm going to school now to become an allied health professional who is not a nurse. Respect to the nurses out there, but I would not be able to do your job with any amount of joy, let alone sanity. What I've realized, as a too-close-to-thirty-something, is that many of us going into this general field are not healthy ourselves. We're expected to be able to motivate our patients to stop smoking, lose the weight, eat less bacon, to stop being abusive to ourselves. Then I come out of my medical terminology class to see my classmates lighting up, getting hotdogs (delicious, delicious hotdogs), being unable to sit in regular (admittedly tiny and annoying) desks. We're supposed to be better than this. We're supposed to know better. The worst part of it is that we do, but we're fragile human beings at the whim of our own vices and temptations.
Well, personally, I'm kind of over it. Thankfully I'm not a smoker, and I've successfully passed my drug test to the surprise of no one. But man, food. I love food. That's not to say that I live exclusively off of McDonald's and donuts, but I love food. I love ramen, bul go gi, tacos, froyo, you freaking name it and I will probably like it. I don't think that my core issue is quality, but it is definitely quantity.
So what is this blog? I don't know yet. I do know that I should lose around 100 lbs (about 45 kg, to the rest of the world that doesn't fear change). I do know that I'm in the first semester of a two year program. I know that last year (this ain't my first rodeo, kids), I lost about 25 lbs in three months, largely due to exercise and fanatical calorie counting (myfitnesspal.com, people). So I know my methodology, and I know that I can probably maybe due this if I eat...less...ramen...ugh. God I love ramen.
But first I have to go grocery shopping for my pizza and bundt cake filled birthday party tomorrow.
I know. Great timing for an inspirational blog post.
Toodles.
The same is largely true with my blogs. I think this might be my seventh blog in fifteen years. My first blog was awful. I was in middle school, blogs had just been born in a user friendly format, and I was depressed and largely misunderstood by my peers. So I blogged. Prolifically. Painfully. God it was awful.
Since then, I've attempted to capture my inner genius several times. I'm seriously a funny person, my friends tell me. So I think "Hey man, I know words and shit. Let's get this blogging party started." And then something else comes along and I, predictably as it seems to be with my generation, get distracted and move on to something else.
BUT NO MORE. THE PROVERBIAL BUCK STOPS HERE. I AM FUNNY, DENIZENS OF THE INTERNET.
And more importantly, I guess, is that I have a purpose now. Not only do I need A Hobby to keep myself from being bored and keep on task with school, I have school. And not just any school, no. I have gone Back To School, as it seems that many people are doing.
I'm going to school now to become an allied health professional who is not a nurse. Respect to the nurses out there, but I would not be able to do your job with any amount of joy, let alone sanity. What I've realized, as a too-close-to-thirty-something, is that many of us going into this general field are not healthy ourselves. We're expected to be able to motivate our patients to stop smoking, lose the weight, eat less bacon, to stop being abusive to ourselves. Then I come out of my medical terminology class to see my classmates lighting up, getting hotdogs (delicious, delicious hotdogs), being unable to sit in regular (admittedly tiny and annoying) desks. We're supposed to be better than this. We're supposed to know better. The worst part of it is that we do, but we're fragile human beings at the whim of our own vices and temptations.
Well, personally, I'm kind of over it. Thankfully I'm not a smoker, and I've successfully passed my drug test to the surprise of no one. But man, food. I love food. That's not to say that I live exclusively off of McDonald's and donuts, but I love food. I love ramen, bul go gi, tacos, froyo, you freaking name it and I will probably like it. I don't think that my core issue is quality, but it is definitely quantity.
So what is this blog? I don't know yet. I do know that I should lose around 100 lbs (about 45 kg, to the rest of the world that doesn't fear change). I do know that I'm in the first semester of a two year program. I know that last year (this ain't my first rodeo, kids), I lost about 25 lbs in three months, largely due to exercise and fanatical calorie counting (myfitnesspal.com, people). So I know my methodology, and I know that I can probably maybe due this if I eat...less...ramen...ugh. God I love ramen.
But first I have to go grocery shopping for my pizza and bundt cake filled birthday party tomorrow.
I know. Great timing for an inspirational blog post.
Toodles.
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