Tag: fitness

Work

For a few days after I came out of hospital, with my injured wrist and my bloaty head (both mostly recovered), I did well at maintaining a healthy lifestyle. I went outdoors and exercised every day, building up my stamina and mileage. I avoided sugar after 10am. I ate meals at set times, following a schedule that was dictated by the need to take antibiotics on an empty stomach.

Then, work. A new contract came in. It looks like a big project. We are yet to find out how much the customer is willing to spend. If they pay the full amount we are asking for then I’ve just covered my expenses for the rest of 2017. If they pay a quarter of that, it is still worth having and I can justify going on holiday, so yay for work and money.

As a result, I’ve been extremely busy writing proposals and whatnot. My lifestyle instantly plummeted into something horrible where I ate chocolate cake and ice cream like it was an Olympic event and sat at my desk for 18 hours/day.

Anyway, the paperwork is done now. I’ve gained a couple of pounds but it’s my own fault. My flat is completely and utterly trashed and I need to clean up right now even if it is midnight because that’s how urgent it is.

When I found my wallet just now, after having lost it for several days, part of my brain instantly went ‘That’s enough housework for today! Let’s play video games!’ But I am resisting because I am being responsible.

There is an exciting week ahead featuring opera, ballet and possibly a couple of dates.

I am also quite serious about physical health.

Good, in fact Amazing.

I went to my gym again today, for the third time in five days. I did 65 minutes of brisk marching on the treadmill. When you add walking to and from the gym to that, I had 80 minutes of cardio today, which is quite good, isn’t it. I am fatter than I would like to be but I am not freaking out about it and I know from experience that if I simply keep going to the gym then I will lose my excess fat over about 3 months.

Regularly going to the gym also stops me from smoking, which is perhaps the major crime that I’ve ever committed against myself. So there we go. I am a non-smoking, regular gym-goer, which is great, isn’t it.

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Not Good, in fact Dire.

Oh god, my teeth. What I really mean is oh god, my gums. I have periodontitis, which is an incurable but somewhat manageable condition. I have had it for years and as I am getting older it is getting quite bad, no matter what I do. I’m extremely self conscious about it, despite the amount of cosmetic dental work I’ve had. I find the appearance of my teeth and gums varies dramatically depending on which mirror I’m looking in and what the lighting is like. The mirror in my own bathroom plays cruel jokes on me and tells me that my teeth and gums look okay. But then quite a lot of other locations, like the mirror at the gym, for example, tell me that I have teeth and gums out of a horror movie.

I feel that my regular dentist is not taking my periodontitis seriously enough, maybe because he thinks I’m not taking it seriously enough. I have just emailed my super amazing periodontist who helped me with my gums and implants a few years ago and begged him to rescue me. On the agenda:

  • I have a sonic toothbrush, a newly purchased air flosser, I quit smoking and I use hyaluronic mouthwash and gel. Is there anything else I can be doing?
  • I am not really happy to hear my normal dentist’s opinion that we can’t do an implant on the left side of my face because there isn’t enough bone. Let’s do a bone graft then. That’s what we did on the right side. Let’s just do it. I’m not as interested in temporary solutions.
  • The bones in my face are gradually dissolving. What are we going to do to get this under control? I’m not stupid. If we don’t get it under control then eventually there won’t be enough bone even for traditional dentures, never mind implants. Meanwhile, I’m only 50, I could conceivably live quite a lot longer and I have to look presentable for business. What’s the plan? I don’t mind spending money on having my face reconstructed.

Misery. At least I am going to the gym, so there’s that.

Day 5.

Get up at 4am. In the pool at 6.30am. 600m.

I have been back at work for 2 days and already they are trying to fuck me over. Exercise is supposed to be good for this sort of thing but I was more angry when I got out of the pool than when I got in.

People ask me if I am going to leave. And my answer is no, I cannot leave. Because if I leave, I will sue this organisation like it has never been sued before. I will sue it with every ounce of my energy, I will sue it for constructive dismissal, for the 720 hours of overtime that it required me to do and didn’t pay me for, for £60k of lost business and £2,500 in expenses. So those are the options. We can have that OR you can let me run the company instead of everybody sitting on their fat arses while we haemorrhage customers.

I am smoking this morning and I will try to quit again tomorrow.

Day 4

I went to the gym yesterday (Day 3) and lifted weights. My god. I am a lot weaker than I used to be. I made so much effort that my muscles were shaking when I’d finished and I had to lie down when I got home.

Today I am a bit achey in my abs and chest, perhaps not surprisingly, so I went to the gym again this morning (Day 4), went on the treadmill and climbed a hill for an hour, to give my upper body a rest.

My plan is to swim again tomorrow. Go to the gym on consecutive days as much as is humanly possible (this will become more challenging as work heats up over the next 6 weeks).

The Weakly Weigh-In is on Fridays now. First one this Friday.

 

Morning.

It is 8am and I am getting ready to go to the gym for the third consecutive day. I am going to re-start weight training today for real. I haven’t done any for absolutely ages but I am motivated by memories of a couple of summers ago when I had really good arms.

It is a bit daunting because I don’t even know if I can remember how to use all the machines, however I still have the old routine listed in a notebook in my gym bag, so I will do that. And since I am beginning weight training from scratch again, I’ll keep proper records this time of how much weight I can push.

My body loves to pack on muscle, I remember that much. All I need to do is give it the chance.

Vanity

It is New Year’s Day and in line with everyone else who is lucky enough to only have to worry about first world problems, I think I should pay much better attention to my health and finances and I can achieve this by:

  • quitting smoking (again)
  • going to the gym
  • losing 25lbs (I just got on the scales for the first time in months and I am 159 lbs)

These things are all very clear and obvious to me, as they would be to anyone with an ounce of common sense.

The difficult part is finding your motivation. No matter how hard I try to get excited about it, thoughts like ‘be generally healthier’ and ‘live longer’ (urgh) and ‘have more money’ do not compete very successfully with thoughts such as ‘I just want to sit down’ and ‘I need to fucking smoke, okay’ and so forth.

Even the likelihood of more painful dental work if I do not immediately quit smoking is not quite doing it for me. It’s just pain, I’m not sufficiently scared of it.

So, what is going to do it? Vanity, that’s what. I am vain, I have been fretting about my declining beauty lately and I am facing my 50th birthday in 2016. I don’t want to be fat and ugly and exhausted and have tobacco- and coffee-stained teeth on my birthday. I want to be slim and gorgeous and I want everyone to think I’m 39.

The big birthday is 8 months away so I have time to get in really good shape, and I can no longer use the excuse of work – work is looking better now, because I negotiated a better type of workload for the coming year.

So, here’s the plan, because I always need a plan, otherwise nothing gets done.

  1. Take down Xmas tree & decorations, freeing up space in the living room.
  2. Put full-length mirror back in the space where the tree was.
  3. Get ALL of my sportswear out of the bedroom and out of various cardboard boxes in the back room and try everything on in front of the mirror. Sort into three piles: (a) stuff that fits; (b) stuff that is a bit too small; (c) stuff that is way too small. There is not going to be a category of stuff that is too large.

I’ve always found the fit of clothing to be a reliable way of gauging what size I really am, in comparison to weighing myself (good over the long term but in the short term, a bit variable, with many unexplained mysteries) and looking at myself in the mirror without clothes on (whether I think I look fat or not is totally dependent on mood and unconnected to objective reality). Clothes don’t lie to me. I can either wear certain garments or else I can’t.

OK, I guess that’s all I need to say. I went to my gym yesterday (!!!!) to inspect the contents of my locker and I have swimming gear in there, which is good, and not much else, which is also good because it means all my workout gear is at home and available for easy trying-on purposes.

Goals by August:

  • Looking good in UK size 10 sports bikinis.
  • Weight: 134 lbs (down from 159).

Both totally do-able, have done this before. The second one, anyway. I got down to 133 lbs about two years ago or something and I probably looked better in bikinis than I thought.

HNY, loyal readers. Good luck with all your new-year plans.

End of the first week.

I still love my new job.

It is becoming more demanding by the minute, if not the second, and I am still smiling, actually I am beaming, I am awash with serotonin and I love everybody and everything on sight.

I am sure it is helped by the fact that I am getting an average of 90 minutes brisk walking every day as well, to and from work. So obviously I arrive like a chirpy, rosy-cheeked motherfucker and then I get more exercise on the way home as well. It’s great. My diet still needs attention but I am certainly not over-eating because I am way too busy to snack and anyway I’m in meetings all the time.

I feel slimmer. The muscles in my arse are aching, which is a very good sign and I know from experience that I will develop muscles in my legs and bum almost immediately if I walk outdoors every day. I also think I am slightly less rounded in the midsection than I was at the start of this week. Very slightly. Also that I lost a small amount of fat off my face. So that’s good. I am incredibly excited to think of all my clothes I am probably quite near to being able to fit into. Within a few weeks or a couple of months.

Well, that’s it. I have a huge amount of work to do because this is not my only income stream and my weekend is going to be full of other kinds of work, but it is all good, it is all for a purpose, and that purpose is The Life You Want. Keep reaching for that rainbow, readers.

And now for a tune. Looks like TLYW Dance Time might be back in session. Get up and dance, look what a treat I picked out for you.

EMF: Unbelievable (1990)