Interview drama and the waiting game

I had an interview today!

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But, the waiting game is the hardest. When I think of all the efforts and hoops I went through last night to prepare for this interview; I even had to run out to a clothing store to get an/and/or lightweight top to wear under my old suit jacket, or a new suit jacket or both. I brought home both.

About the clothes first; With the weight-loss I was finally, finally able to fit into a very nice Jones New York dress suit jacket which I purchased 5-years ago in 2009. I wore it to one interview and even then I couldn’t button the front button. As I got fatter and fatter I got to a point where I could no longer wear it and even fake that it doesn’t fit — oh my, the buttons and the gap between the buttons and button holes were 7-inches apart!

Fast forward to 50+lbs lighter… now the jacket is old, looks old, seems discolored or dusty (it’s black) fits me for sure but is actually too big in some areas like the back and shoulders (gaping – loved seeing that but it’s not attractive) and the buttoning of it is too high-waisted. Who knew? I mean, I could never button it before.  Well, now I know.

I could get away with wearing the old jacket but how I felt in it was more the issue. I’m an older woman (50’s) and I’m guaranteed that my competition will be much younger and those of them who really want to arrive pristine, they will be tough competition. That said, I wanted to look as contemporary as possible, rather than frumpy — and I would have.

Ya know, I just didn’t want to look like I borrowed someone elses old clothes!
I bought a beautiful short suit jacket that certainly does put the old one to shame.

I looked smashing this morning. I arrived 15-minutes early as I always do…. (and they were already ready for me, so Kudo’s for me). With all that homework I did, the clothing drama; though the jacket was easy to find and buy… and I was home in less than 1-hour of shopping, the interview was rather short and they didn’t ask me a single behavioral question. My two interviewers told me much about the job that I would be doing and I confirmed that I would be excited to take on the job and (when do I start?)…

When you have an agent who sends you on these interviews, it’s the agent that has already done the selling of me; and therefore why I had the interview at all. So, generally the interviews are short  and sweet and seem more to the point of ‘looking me over, reading me and to see if we’re going to be compatible’.

I liked the job and two ladies who interviewed me. They are the two that I would be working with and if they feel we’ll be compatible, I’m in.

Hopefully, neither of those ladies owned the black Mercedes that I probably lightly door-dinged when I got out of my car…

So anyway, a 15-minute appearance in the new suiting jacket!
I hope it was worth the $90 investment!

In other important news…

newsThere isn’t really any. I’m being very serious again about food and exercise… that over being just serious and it looks like a lb has fallen off. Onward and downward. Today I shopped for low sodium turkey breast slices, Oroweat extra fiber whole grain bread and … I guess that’s it. I’m not a fan of sandwiches. Usually they equate to high sodium, too much bread and any sandwich must have cheese. Fortunately I don’t like mayonnaise and always use mustard.

My trainer is constantly after me about eating at least up to 1500-calories a day. I’m finicky and certain things that people do eat that is low-fat and high in protein are things I don’t like. Hummus, black beans, soy stuff; stuff like that to get calories and protein are things I won’t eat. I try not to eat grilled chicken salads because of the dressing and the need to prepare the chicken for the salad. Too much work and why would I buy lettuce that will go bad in a day or two and then the fat in the salad dressing issue. No, don’t like just vinegar, so. So it’s hard and lunches for me are the hardest. Anyway, the sandwich thing is pretty easy and highly portable so I have gone this route for my lunches. Got.to.eat.

Sandwich was delicious.

Last night I texted my trainer that I would not be able to do the session at 6:00. I wasn’t contacted until 3:30PM for the interview which was scheduled for 9:00AM the next day. I had to ‘study’, get clothes together, get hair washed night before to save time in the morning, and so on, not to exclude the inevitable impromptu shopping trip! Sure, training is only an hour investment in time but… getting there: 15-minutes, warm up: 30-minutes, Training: 50-minutes, getting home: 15-minutes, shower — as long as it takes. That’s more like close to 2-hours and I wasn’t up that distraction or interruption of my time.

Anyhoo…. must go put up Halloween lights!

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Getting back!

Finally! I hit the gym tonight at 9:00PM.

I’m feeling as though I am, or possibly experiencing some depression. I’ve never had depression (I don’t believe in it) but spending 80% of the day in bed (on the bed; to be clear) watching TV is not a good thing. At times in my life the staying on the bed watching TV is normal, but caring less or finding a reason go get up and off the bed, is not.

I knew my best medicine would be exercise… the hardest part is getting there. Today I purposely waited until the evening to go since I knew my mom was in good hands with her husband at the symphony. She’s in good hands with him at home as well but with them at the symphony I knew it was safe in assuming I wasn’t needed the house.

But, in the midst of my gloom-and-doom-fest this evening I got a text from her husband. He says that they are at dinner before the symphony and she’s having trouble finding the silverware on the table. “Knife, fork, etc.” Poor thing. I do hope she at least found the wine glass. I mean that in love (mom loves her wine with dinner).

My.heart.sank! I ate with them just two days ago and she knew of and found the silverware just fine and had no trouble eating at all. We have no surgery date yet and with this new status report… it might be useless unless it happens soon. Also with this news, the reality; is becoming a real-er reality.

Something in that message from him triggered me to get serious about getting to the gym. Strange? Why? Because an hour of distraction in a healthy way will make for a stronger me and it looks like I’m going to be needing a lot of workouts in the weeks and months to come. And because if I am having depression (I don’t think I do, I’m just not motivated to do much; and I think this is normal and understandable) news like this means that without exercise, I will only get worse and I need to stay strong!

Accomplished!

52-minutes of cardio; rowing, stair climbing and Incline Training. A little TRI of sorts — or a combo plate; you decide. I’ve improved so much on the stair climbing beast but in my mood and sense of self-esteem (being low on this day) I climbed next to a young woman who was banging it out at probably level 12 with no rest breaks. She was racing those stairs… And I felt so insignificant being on level 7 and was taking water breaks. I KNOW it was all in my imagination but she just gave me a vibe that read… you are a loser and you’re not taking this seriously. (well, she doesn’t know how hard it was to get there =D in the first place!)

So I did my 12-minutes on the climber (should have done 15) and then rowed for 17-minutes and 23-minutes on the incline trainer steadily on 21-incline at 4.5-MPH. And I had NO trouble with that. I could have done it all night. Funny what works for us and what we’re comfortable with. And, that’s exactly Andre’s point — and why he wants me on the stair climber — because it isn’t easy for me. Whatev, I did a bit of each that he wanted me to do and then the Incline Trainer where my comfort zone is.

The workout felt good, I was distracted and even at one point I was either so wrapped up in thought I didn’t notice how much time had passed, and other times I was complete in the fitness mind zone. So I got a break.

No plans for tomorrow; we don’t really make plans these days but I will head over to moms, anyway. But before that, I need to start making some calls. I can’t get a straight story out of her about whom she’s told or called. Her husband can’t give me a straight answer either and that said, getting any information out of either of them is a huge frustration and challenge. One sure thing is, nobody will be happy with me if she goes into surgery and/or dies and I never told anyone she was ill. :nono4:

So, I shall take things into my own hands. I never know if what I decide to do on her behalf is something she would want me to do or not, but the sad thing is — she won’t recognize or remember it anyway. :cry2:. Now this is not to say she isn’t coherent and looking healthy (at least I think so) – she’s just not sure of what she’s doing half the time.

ANYWAY Good for me for making that difficult step to get back to the gym; I’ve gone but in the past week and a half, only on Andre days :n:NOT GOOD.

I still couldn’t remember my password!

My goodness, what a ride this year — and it ain’t even over yet!

I’ve written!…. but never got them posted. So, here’s what’s happening and I hope to be a better blogger — I need the outlet. Read on and find out why.

I am still with my beloved personal trainer since February 2nd, but that ride stops on November 7th. I lost 52-lbs in 9-months. Yeah, that pretty remarkable but….. at the end of June I wrote the same thing: “I have lost 52-lbs’. Clearly the process slowed down since coming to a seemingly a screeching halt since July. BUT, the better news is that I have not gained any weight in epic or small proportions in all this time. I have gained miniscule amounts which were quickly addressed!  I am holding steady at 50-lbs.

Much has happened in the past few months and none of my news is positive. My professional agent has kept me in steady work since mid January and up until this past week. The contracts I have been in have been wonderful jobs but not jobs I took with any hope of being hired on full-time as part of the company. Unfortunately, and quite simply, the nature of the tasks I was hired to do have not been geared for full-time direct-hire within the company, period.The fact that I was not hired on, or one of those 1 in 5 contract workers will get hired on (a myth) with the company can be frowned upon by future potential employers, but what can I do; it’s been what is was I for the work I’ve done this year, I have been HIGHLY rated.

As well, One contract I was in let me go after holding onto me as long as they could (from 1-week to 4-months) but had to surrender me for lack of funding for the business need — of me. My agency quickly placed me in another great position and just learned that the company which gave me up — had asked for me back!

So the temping work has not been all for not and I loved the jobs I was in. Now for the bad news; the last job I exited was on September 27th and people — this is NOT the time of year to expect placement in a temp job or to get hired. 4th quarter is, THE WORST. I do think my agent will call for one little or large job or another; it’s just the waiting game.

Now for the worstest news. My mother had been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. This came as a devastating shock and the worse news than we ever expected when she went in for a brain scan to see if she was having onset Alzheimer’s. I can assure you that the news of Altz would have been far more welcoming that this news! She is 87-years old and at the early stages of Altz we may not have ever seen a full-blown case of it with her. This worse news brings with it a very shortened life span, in terms of months, a month or days.

My head is the clouds of denial over this (always lately). She will have a brain surgery next week — we hope a scheduled appt waits and we have no specific date as of today. I won’t even talk about what could happen in surgery but we are hopeful that it will be successful and she will stay with us to live a normal life span. Mom does suffer from memory issues and getting full sentences out. It’s a tough thing to watch, a tough thing to think about and a tough thing to ‘wait for’ for sure. What does ‘wait’ mean? Wait for the appt, wait for results, wait for recovery or wait for inevitable. Just sit and wait.

How am I doing? I am numb and in denial. I spend extended amounts of time with her; whom you would never know was sick and when I have my alone time — I stay alone. I don’t particularly care about a job at this moment and if I did have one; how well would that go? I’d take off for the surgery date; and that generally that scenario might be tolerated in a real job, but would not work in a temp job, and I’d stay off work as long as it took to be sure mom is in good hands. On the other hand, I could accept a job, stay in it as long as I could and quit if I have to — burning every last bridge that I have crossed.

My fitness plan has gone down the toilet My fitness plan is in jeopardy but I won’t put up with gain…. But it is all I can do to tear myself away from doing nothing to get to the gym; and even then, only on the reaming days that I have left to train — I will not be renewing a 4th time.

Must, must, must get back on the rails! Just before all the drama began this year, I learned by experience and through my personal trainer that rowing is an amazing cardio workout that does display quick results. My trainer likes to see me on the Stair Master climber — something I hate but it too will show results right away. My trainer wants me to use the Stair Master climber for 15-minutes per day and then the Precor Elliptical ATM hate that even more, for 15-minutes and/or the rowing machine That’s all he asks of me.

Do you think I can do that in my state? YES! I realized that honestly; I can’t give up everything just to sit there and watch mom… you know. Until she gets her surgery or has an ‘episode’ as a result of the tumors, we are all ‘on closely guarded watch’ but on the other hand, I do need to take care of myself — at least for 1-hour day, right?

Well, I guess I should get something done today. :eyesrolling:

~tootles…

The dove egg, life in general and abs?

On a sad note…

I was SO sad about this; my little (the Dove’s) egg did hatch and I was so excited to the see the little one! At the time I saw the newborn (hatchee) the parent, this time the father’s watch was not on the egg for a few brief seconds. He flew away and came right back. While pappa was gone I saw the little one right there, alone, he flew back and then; this:

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I guess that “I” was part of this family and process since from the laying of the egg to the hatching, I have been literally at arm’s length from this nest. This adult bird KNEW that I was taking photos and videos. He knew he wanted to get back on top of the little one to protect him but he waited for me to take my pictures and even posed… Doesn’t he look like he knows he’s getting his photo taken?

(where the nest was… literally that close and I had the window open most of the time)

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It’s unusual I suppose for them to nest so close to humans.. but I guess mamma noticed that after she laid the egg so .. it was was it was and she and pappa would have to tolerate me.

This little guy was SO tiny and SO cute. It moved its tiny little wing  just barely and again, it was so cute!!!

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Sadly, as I feared — I almost knew it and when I thought about seeing the little fuzzy guy when I got home, I kept thinking… I hope the Raven’s don’t get this chick. They took the 2nd egg as it is, they’ve been circling the area since she laid the egg, and so on. And so… when I pulled up in my driveway there was broken geranium stems on the ground and the pot had fallen from the ledge. Obviously there was a bird fight because all the flowers from the geraniums were gone. The strangest thing; if the ravens wanted the baby then they forgot to get it. I found it’s little lifeless body in the dirt. I was SO upset.  Actually, I still am.

On the brighter side of this story; if there is one, there is a nest full of sparrows under the eves in my front courtyard. I saw their little heads popping up and down but I’d have to get onto a ladder to see them … and, probably fall of the ladder and break another foot, or arm or my head. Besides, I wasn’t bonding with those eggs.

Sigh..

On a happier note…

In my last post I wrote that I hoped to see 40-lbs lost at my weigh-in last Saturday April 27th.  Well, I DID!  And, this is me in those jeans I spoke of; the ones from Chico’s that no longer fit. I wore these over my workout leggings to show my Trainer my success. His big black face turned all big white eyes and he was nothing but big smiling white teeth and eyes. He was so happy and even shocked. He said to me; “This makes my day today complete“!

This is the photo he took 2-weeks ago from his cubicle.

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…and I took another one today because I didn’t think the first one quite showed the changes as well (lighting) and I wanted to take a photo without leggings on underneath. If the top looks weird, that’s just because I folded it up to show my tummy!

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In this new photo — I saw two new things that I haven’t seen yet. Not abs, nor do I want or need sculpted abs anyway, but I saw definition on the side. I also saw much narrower arms.  Of course, it’s rather possible that I am smaller now than on the 27th. LOL. I am however, 7.5-inches smaller in my middle, 2.5-inches smaller each leg and each bicep. 5-inches smaller in the chest and 2-inches smaller in the neck! And 41.5-lbs lighter!

Training and food

I’m struggling on this topic. [It must be that] I feel that if I can’t do my power-walking and I can’t do any even close to intense working out then I won’t be losing weight. But I go to the gym anyway and I’m sure to go during hours that I know my trainer is there — I need him to SEE me there, even though I know he checks up on my attendance anyway. Still, riding the recumbent bike at level 1 is far from challenging and motivating, although it IS very enjoyable to sit there and listen to great music and watch all the crazy things that people do on the TRX (trapez as I call it sometimes because that’s where all the boy monkey’s play. Those guys, they do anything to show off. I tried to get some photos of guys hanging upside down or curled up on the TRX, but with little luck thus far on the photo taking.

My trainer does most of his training here at the TRX station and the bikes are front row seats to this show! On the right is a guy in a green shirt. I was trying to capture him because he was doing all kinds of acrobatics!

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But, enjoying a nice 75-minute cycle ride is hardly helping with my weight loss efforts.

Or so I thought! The end result as of 3/27’s weigh-in and measuring, this turns out to not be the case. I had lost almost 4-lbs, and the change in my stomach and legs was astounding. The greatest losses during this transformation, yet.

So anyway, I’m half way to my goal weight which still seems inconceivable. But so did 41-lbs so … there I have it! Still, the halfway point will show a tremendous physical change and it’s teasing me into thinking I am done with the program and that I am at an acceptable weight. And.. that this gives me license to go outside of the boundaries. Food is the worst. I’m not eating enough vegetables, skipping meals and albeit small amounts of things that are not on the list.

I think even my trainer senses this … And he is riding me hard! HARD. On Thursday he asked me what I had eaten that day. I recited what I had eaten (fortunately all things on this list) and he said, and… and I said, ‘that’s all so far. (it was 7:00 PM). He said in a parental tone: Well you are no longer sending me photos of what you eat so I guess I have to believe you???

So I started sending photos again but it’s hard (to) when you have eaten something you are not supposed to. And that my friends — is what will keep me (get me) back on track!!! Also, when we train this Tuesday I will promise myself to try to get ZEN during the workouts. I have to. He’s working me hard and he doesn’t want to see that it’s hard. Doing a 2.5-minute plank (on knees because of foot) was so hard. I kept telling myself… get zen, you can do this… don’t let him see you suffer…. but when the body starts shaking … and he FINALLY starts counting down: 19, 18, 17… well jeez… at least I finally knew how much longer!

We did those twice. NO. He had ME do those twice.

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Gee.. that girl almost looks like me — face and hair maybe the rest of her too but my stomach isn’t that firm yet. It’s not.

And speaking of feet…

Hoping to ditch this after my Orthopedic (surgeon, of all things) appt. this Thursday!

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Quickie!

 If my scale is in cahoots with the scale at the gym… (I’ll find out Saturday morning) then this morning I hit the 40-lbs lost mark. :rock1:

Fourty Pounds!

FOURTY

No celebrating until it’s official, but.

Back in 2008 I bought a pair of dress slacks at JCP. The brand was Mix-It and these slacks were a rarity in fit for someone like me. The fit was perfect. Long enough to wear heels with, very lean in the legs and fit well at just below the waistband. I liked them SO much that I went back and bought other pairs in two sizes. (The brand was becoming extinct and I wanted to grab a few pairs of these slacks before I couldn’t find them again). Back then I was losing too but mind you, these slacks were in sizes 10 and 12 on a 5’10 girl. I loved these slacks!!! But, I outgrew them considerably but saved each of those pair in the event that someday they would fit again — though I thought that would be a slim to none change of happening.

Years have passed, how many is it now, 5-years?

Today I wore them! Easily!

And just before I stop bragging and blowing my own horn… I bought a pair of capri cuffed jeans at Chico’s last spring. Actually my mom bought them for me when we were on one of our ‘sprees’. I was pissed that they were a size 3; being the largest size at Chico’s. Still, I lived in them ALL spring, all summer and into last fall. I put these jeans on this evening and they fit like one of those ads where people hold those great big jeans out to show how much weight they lost. I’m going to take these to my training session on Saturday and put them on in front of Andre (over my workout leggings, of course) and have some major celebration with that activity! Later on Saturday I’m, as a matter of fact going shoe shopping with my mom and I can’t wait to wear those jeans for her as well.

This loss is just unbelievable!
and now I’m over myself =D (for now)

Pushing the envelope!

Heinous crime!

This weekends eating, that is. There must be something about a stress fracture that puts on an appetite. What I really think the problem is, is change.

I’ve never enjoyed the workouts; just the results of the workouts. I did partially enjoy the incline climbing and the power walking and the anticipation of running again. Despite that I have more than 13-5K races, 1 4-miler and 1-8K on my race wall — yes, race numbers are framed and on my office wall.. Despite that my trainer forbade to me run at the gym for two reasons.

The first, because he felt that the (at the time unidentified) injury to my foot was due to change in weight and stamina. He says that sometimes when people has less weight and have been in training their gait and stance changes and that could have caused some trauma to the foot because of stance changes and such things. We both thought that is what the problem was at first and I was happy to think it would all clear up. Not irresponsibility on the part of my trainer  — he only knew what I told him about the pain and he never saw it swollen.

The only time that he’d seen the foot nekid is when I’d take the shoe off for the weigh-in (no, no socks and this drives him insane)! The welling always went down while in the sneaker so he never saw it swollen and between you and me, that made me think he thought I was making it all up.

I continued to do the jumping he asked me to do and on one occasion that jumping over the line thing finally did the foot in. More swelling, more pain and so much so that I had to give up the treadmill. I told my trainer — NO more jumping! He asked why; like nothing had happened and I told him. Finally he paid attention to me and canceled my appointments until I saw a doctor. But again, he can only know what I tell him.

But anyway and sorry I got off track… My trainer forbade me to run because he felt something was going on with my foot back in February and the second reason is that he wanted to teach me to run. I sure looked forward to that! He wanted to get my posture in tack… and we’re still working on that one… he wanted to get my strides right and so on. Now, with the foot injury and my foot being in the pretty black shoe cast, all I can do is ride the recumbent bike for an hour and that my friends, is not that challenging. Doctor’s orders: No tension or high speeds. Just a nice leisurely magazine reading kind of speed. And that’s been bumming me out.

Somewhere in this mix; the workout boredom perhaps comes this appetite and the beginnings of old behavior!!! I’ve eaten things that are borderline legal on my Trainer’s food list and eating too many portions of the things that are borderline on my trainers list.  PUSHING THE ENVELOPE.

I pushed it yesterday too and while I tried to “be good” today… right now I have the very last of something I should not eat in the oven. I wasn’t going to but… like the old attitude: Just this once, or just this one time and then that will be it!

And I will eat the forbidden food tonight! I hope to enjoy it and feel so guilty about it that I lose sleep over it! I mean that!

Purchased round 2

I have 4-sessions left on my first training ticket and I managed to find the money; the right credit card to make a purchase for a 2nd round — another 25-weeks; two days a week training for the next 3-months. This is no time; or maybe no better time to sin and repent! We are; my trainer and me 1/2 way to my goal weight. 38-lbs gone and about 35-lbs to go. Halfway through this I am cheating. This must stop.

And it will. It really will. It’s easier to eat right at work because there is a distraction — called work itself and I cannot eat what I don’t take with me — so there lies the answer! And besides — after I eat what I eat tonight, there will be none of it left and nothing bad left to eat.

I almost think this is an expected hiccup in this phase of it all. And it will pass.

Now that I am through yelling at myself

No great things happening in life, but no bad things either. I am so much smaller so that makes all in the world right!  I’m still in my contract job and they have asked for me for yet another week. But they have told me it’s unfair to keep telling every Thursday if I’m staying on or not (agreed — even though I appreciate the money, they’ve kept me 6-weeks longer than planned) so that I can get busy on finding a real job. Unfortunately this is not a company that can afford to hire me at this time. However, they want me back in 2-weeks for 2-more weeks to cover someones vacation. If available, I’ll do it but I hope to be unavailable.

The work situation is bitter-sweet in terms of leaving. I’ve been there long enough to blend in with this dual family owned business and it feels like home away from home. The pay was quite well considering the duties of the job, the easy commute and the early hours of 7:30 to 4:00. They will miss me and my purpose there. Maybe if I do go back for those 2-weeks they’ll realize the need to keep me. Or maybe I’ll find a better job. Who knows?

The dove on my window sill is still nesting. Mom and Dad do take turns with the sitting on it (the egg) task and today was day 15 since the egg was laid. Theoretically that egg should be cracking open any minute. I wish it would hurry up and happen! I’ve been home most of all weekend and available to watch this miracle. My guess is that it will hatch when I am not home.

However, looking at this egg — photo taken this morning while mom and pop went off to do something else.. it looks like the shell is being pecked at from the inside. But, no chick yet.

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The weekend

Highly productive and highly extremely relaxing!

Saturday:

Training with my trainer and the usual shop fest afterwards. Generally I tend to want to go straight home from training, about 8:00 a.m. to crawl back into bed where I wanted to be in the first place. But generally I tend to stop at the grocery store or Walmart to get some tasks done. This particular morning I needed milk from the grocery store and a few returns at Walmart that landed me carousing the store.

Then, suddenly with some energy, at home I began the outside yard work — good to be outside, it was warm and it just felt good to be out there before the neighbor kids headed out to their back yard and make all kinds of annoying kids noises.

A nice nap — I just plain fell asleep watching a little TV.

Nothing exciting for a Saturday night and I went to bed earlier than usual.

Sunday:

Slept in until 6:00 and then until 8:30. Good enough!

Breakfast in bed, more yard work, food prep for next week; I grilled chicken and cut it up

Watched some TV

Backed up my iPhone.

Updated my iPhone.

Simple weekend! I love it!

On Monday..

I really DO want to get to the gym directly after work. I can be there by 4:30 and it’s not going to be too crowded to change. I want my trainer to see me there — when I go in at 8:30 or 8:00 he’s usually gone by then. Hopefully he’ll teach me to use the rowing machine. He says I’ll get a better calorie burn from it than the bike and as part of this battle on my upper body — he wants me on this! Yes, it stress fracture healing friendly!

 

A little more than annoyed

Yeah! I’m a little more than annoyed that my BodyBugg will not record my 1-hour recumbent bike, rides as physical activity.

There’s nothing worse than going to the gym for the sole purpose of getting logged in at the counter, a possible sighting of me by my trainer, for good measure, and the hope to add 60-minutes of physical activity on my BodyBugg. (I said sole purpose because tonight — I didn’t feel like going to the gym and forced myself…. to go to to the gym for the sole purpose of getting logged in at the counter, a possible sighting of me by my trainer, for good measure, and… burn some calories of course, as well!

How disappointing to come home, sync, and realize that only 38-minutes of physical activity was recorded. What a waste!

Well, not really a waste of time but people… In reality I had 38-minutes of physical activity throughout the day and 60-minutes of cardio for a grand total of 1-hour and 38-minutes.

I am driven in exercise by numbers and personal competition. And awesome data. Now the BodyBugg WILL record the activity as daily activity – that part that counts calories again expenditures… BUT, the BodyBugg will not record any data in the “Physical” activity data so that is rather disappointing; at least visually. That said, my data records are showing a decline — when there is not one. BUT, reading the threads on Facebook about this topic on BodyMediaFIT, many people have complained about a bugg in the BodyBugg for bike riders.

So there you have it. When my foot heals I’m going to the treadmill for kick ass running. NOT! But just power walking and working up to a goal will increase my calorie burns and so on…

If it sounds like I’m more than a little unimpressed with my physical activity and progress — you’d be right. I mean, I’m still losing and in fact very rapidly. It’s the kind of loss where you say to yourself; I wonder if there is something wrong with me? I had to laugh at that thought when I had it! Like, are you kidding me? 3-months of hardcore cardio (sans 2-weeks) and 2 major physical training session per week — and I’m asking myself if there is something wrong with me losing so much weight?

Girl needs a reality check!!

My problem is though that I can’t get real excited about being on a recumbent bike. My heart rate rose to a whopping 89 this evening during a 1-hour ride. I’m not allowed to have tension set or to ride too fast. So, there you have it.

caprisTonight I stopped in at the Sports Authority. It’s conveniently located next door to the gym. I bought a new pair of  workout Capri just below the knee workout pants. $40 (I know!) but they have the Nike swoosh on the lower left front leg — looks kinda cool and after all, I hadn’t been putting in a lot of effort in the workout leggings while I was fat — black is black no matter the brand… but some of them are getting pretty thin… Those aren’t them in the photo, but that kind.

May 1st is the day I get to go without my cast shoe. My foot feels fine and looks fine but at times I am reminded that it might not be as right as I think it is so I’m going to be a good girl and see this through for the full 4-weeks. 18-days, or 2-weeks and 4-days left in the shoe. But shhhhh! I’m not wearing the shoe at the moment. No worries on that as long as I remember to walk flat, no bending and especially to bend my foot under the desk like I always do. I rarely have the shoe off and even wear it when I get up from a dead sleep to go to the bathroom. As for right now; I just changed from my workout legging to the new ones to see how well they fit. And, that’s why.