I’m one of those people in respect to the doctor; one of those people who has never got a physical done. Never. I tend to rely on Dr.Com for most of my health information and thats worked out pretty well so far.
Unless I’m physically dying, am coughing up blood, on the ground with a knife in my side I won’t go. In fact, I hate them. My mom never made me go as a kid and after years of never going I’ve become accustomed to the “you-see,-I-don’t-need-to-see-a-doctor,-I’m-fiiinnnnnneee" syndrome.
I assume two type of reactions just occurred;
You’re judging me for not going, as you go annually, get your physical, ask your questions. High five the doctor on the way out and look forward to your lollipop, OR,
You relate, because umm ewww, doctors.
My reason for not going is simple. I already know what they’ll say;
Doc: ”everything looks good, but you should lose weight” Me: “Boy, thanks Doc, that’s a revelation right there! Thanks for showing me the way and poking me and telling me the obvious… no high five for you doctor, not today or EVER.”
In light of my recent running slash (attempts) at eating well I booked an appointment. Gasp, I know. I’m nervous, but feel it is time to find out (officially) that I’m fine.
Good morning beautiful people and what a gorgeous day it is. And by ‘gorgeous day’ I mean ‘rainy day,’ but that is neither here nor there.
So dear friends, why am I so chipper on this (Weigh-In-) Wendesday morning? Could it be because my fluorescent pink nail polished toes grace the sides of a new number this morning? Could it be that week one of Weight Watchers can be deemed a success? Could it be that my clothes fit a little bit looser?
OR could it be all of the above?
My current mass? 161.0 Down Total: 29 Down This week: 2.0
I’ve always considered myself a fairly spontaneous, non-planning person. What’s that? You want me to go to NYC with you tomorrow? Yes. Yes I will go and/or bungee jump, skydive, go to out a whim, travel to Brussels to drink Stellar on a patio? I’m game. However… I realized today that as soon as I break my routine I fuck up my eating habits; which is super shitty, as 30% (sat and sun) of the week I have no routine and I break my routine on a regular basis.
I need to learn to not be a glutton (cough fudgsicle before 10am cough*) and balance my weekends and trips into my life. I also need to learn to say no when people offer me delicious baked goods (I got hit hard yesterday in the cookie-eating-depot as I discovered a new type of cookie; it’s butter and chocolate with a tiny bit of cookie-dough added. delicious)
If you take a look at my weight loss journey (which ps is becoming tedious and is getting effing long) I broke my routine with my NYC trip and have yet to find my way back to it (I’m hoping WW will give me the routine my greedy fingers need).
Sigh, the only thing I can do for myself is try again tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that. And hope ensure that I always stay within my points and that my good days always outweigh my bad. Oh and that I never give up, although I sincerely don’t think I ever will.
Guess where I am on this Monday morning? Bed. That’s right! I have today, tomorrow and Friday off. Thus, it’s going to be a glorious week!
So much to update on cookie, carbs and life, but first I must watch the new Mad Men, tidy my room, make a delicious low-point breakfast and wait for my friend of Calgary and Queen’s housemate fame to come over.
I won’t even butter this up for you; the 9.5k scheduled for today? Aint happening. My legs hurt too much and life is busy.
Victoria Secret found the bathing suit! Yea! I am so happy. In retrospect it was totally my fault (cough I entered my work postal code as apposed to my condo’s cough).
My little iPod, George, has been revived! Although I’m still quite skeptical of his music playing skillz and for that reason may take him to the MAC store for a routine check up tonight (Thanks to Rachael for emailing me CPR instructions for him)
I purchased Bodyglide to heel my chafing arms. Take note Ben of my heeling skillz.
I’m going here tonight in search of new shoes. Apparently New Balance has “wide” feet runners. Hopefully I’ll report tonight with a new pair of babies.
The more I think about WW and my eating habits the last few months, the more I think I was a complete idiot. I’ve already learnt that points add up so quickly and chances are my bad meals (although they only occurred once or twice a week) kept my plateau going… and going… and going… Point? I now have high hopes for WW!
I just checked 14 voicmessage on my cell and none were bad! Yay! I hate voice messages. I always feel like I’m in trouble or I’m about to receive some terrible news… but nope, mostly they were just hungover messages from friends, or drunk friends trying to find me.
Me: I joined WW today Roommate: Oh yea? that’s good Me: Yea, I’m really excited about it. So you’ll see me figuring out my points from now on. Roommate: You should probably start by throwing out the fudgesicles and not buying them anymore. Me: Well that’s the beauty of it, I don’t have to. I’m allowed everything and anything as long as it’s within my daily points, so I can keep them. They’re 2 points per bar, so I could even have one tonight. Roommate: Yea, but if you were actually serious about losing weight you wouldn’t even buy that stuff… That doesn’t make sense.
Our conversation last night. It really pissed me off. I’m not sure exactly why.
I Have Some Good News and Some Bad News, and Then Some More Bad News
I ran tonight. 8.7k (5.4miles). After 5k it was awesome.
It didn’t rain on me, in fact the weather was perfect.
I wore my old shoes today and no numb toes! yay!
There were lots of bugs on my run,
My underarms started to chaff (w.t.f.?!)
Victoria Secret told me they delivered my package and it was signed for. My door man people say they never received it. (again, wtf)
I couldn’t use my Nike+ today because, get this, my fucking iPod ALREADY BROKE. I hit “pause” which acted like a permanently off button. On my run I assumed/hoped it was just the battery. WRONG. It’s 100% broken. I even googled how to reset the little bastard, but it still doesn’t do anything.
I went to the Running Room today to exchange shoes and got “sorry, we don’t carry shoes for your wide feet, try elsewhere” whhhhaaaat?!? The Running Room is supposed to be a specialty running shoe store - just sayin’
I easily ate within my Weight Watcher’s points today. Why is this under ‘bad news’? Well, because as stated here, that means that my normal eating days (which I do about 90% of the time) have not led to any weight loss. I am concerned to say the least.
Uggghhhh. I’m trying so hard and wtf, things just suck tonight. Especially the shoes, but especially the iPod.
I didn’t want to clog up One-Twenty-Five with WW info, as some people may not be interested… so I added a new link. I’ll update all about WW here. Feel free to follow, stalk, love, encourage, creep my *new* journey here.