The state of the me
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miss_pryssSo, I continue to love Leverage.
Not much to say on that front except that Nate has been so much less unbearable! And of course the holy trinity of hitter thief and hacker continue to rock my world with their unbearable awesomeness.
Also (I think I've said this before) this season seems to be much less stupid! Or else turning thirty made me more stupid, which, actually? May in fact be the case.
I recently gave MAD MEN a try but found it a little too...portentious? In the "pompous and weighty" sense. I'm very impressed by it, but ultimately left cold by it. Which, in fact, is how I felt about INCEPTION in every way except that I'm now HUNGERING for Arthur/Eames fic.
In other news, I lost 20 pounds (on purpose).
My metabolism has slowed way down in the last year (thanks so much, The March of Time). I kind of porked up last winter (at least by my standards) and got to an all-time highest weight - around 155. I actually sort of enjoyed being at that weight. It felt...luxurious? I was all padded and soft and cosy! It was nice! (And my boobs were huge!)
But my face didn't look so pretty with the extra chub, and I was easing up towards a BMI of "no longer safely in the Normal range" and my hips started hurting when I slept on my side at night. The thing that finally annoyed me into action, though, was not being able to squeeze into my pants any more. I didn't want to have to buy a new wardrobe to accommodate my otherwise pretty rockin' Rubinesque squishiness.
So, vanity and practicality conspired and I set out on a journey to drop some pounds. That was in April. Since then I've been counting every freaking calorie and pushing hard to get into running shape. I'm running 10-15 miles a week and probably walking another 5. It has been... hard. Really hard. But not impossible. And actually, quite rewarding in certain ways.
Outcomes of this new calorie counting lifestyle include:
- A renewed appreciation of food! When you're averaging 1200-1300 calories a day you don't want to waste time with things that aren''t delicious. I've been cooking more and better and with more passion than ever before.
- A renewed appreciation of fruits and vegetables. So much nutrition! So few calories! :D
- A new distrust of refined flour and sugar. So little nutrition. So many calories. D:
- An intensified passion for potato chips. Look, I don't know what it is but I will walk an extra two miles on my way home after work just to create enough of a calorie deficit for a little bag of Kettle salt and pepper chips. The crinkled kind. God. So delicious.
- Muscles where there were no muscles before: especially in my thighs and the place where my thighs join my hips in the front. I like them. I earned them.
The first month or six weeks were the hardest - the radical change in my eating habits meant I was hungry pretty much all the time, and cranky pretty much all of the time. Plus, there was some heavy stuff going on with my family around then; I was kind of a basket case for a while, frankly.
I've sort of adjusted to the diet, and I'm actually really enjoying the exercise. And now, five months after I started, I'm at 136. I was going to stop at 140, which is where I've sort of defaulted for the last 10 years of my life, but I found myself wondering what life would be like if, say, my thighs didn't rub together when I walk. So I'm keeping on with it.
It's slow going. The calorie deficit I've been maintaining would have meant fast weight loss three years ago, but it's amazing how profoundly my system changed when I hit 29. My body clings to fat like grim death now. Mr. Smarty-Pants has been amazing through the whole thing - finding a perfect balance between being supportive and minding his own business. I have trained him well, and it's paying off.
So I figure I'm probably looking at a year, all told, of daily calorie counting, even once I'm no longer trying to lose weight - I'll need to stay focused to keep the weight off.
I'm not entirely sure if this whole thing would have even been possible without the "MyPlate" tool at Livestrong.com. A friend mentioned it to me back in March and that's what really got me going on my current regimen. It's got a searchable database of foods indexed with their calorie and nutritional content and it's generally very user friendly. It makes it very, very easy to keep track of your intake and to log in your fitness stuff. I'm sure it doesn't work for everyone but I found it was exactly the tool I needed to make this work.
The end result (so far)?
- My face is once more not pouchy, and that's nice!
- Hips no longer hurt at night!
- Thighs not rubbing quite so vigorously!
- BMI back where it belongs!
The pants not fitting problem was only solved for about a month, though. Now they're all too big. GOD DAMN IT.
Not much to say on that front except that Nate has been so much less unbearable! And of course the holy trinity of hitter thief and hacker continue to rock my world with their unbearable awesomeness.
Also (I think I've said this before) this season seems to be much less stupid! Or else turning thirty made me more stupid, which, actually? May in fact be the case.
I recently gave MAD MEN a try but found it a little too...portentious? In the "pompous and weighty" sense. I'm very impressed by it, but ultimately left cold by it. Which, in fact, is how I felt about INCEPTION in every way except that I'm now HUNGERING for Arthur/Eames fic.
In other news, I lost 20 pounds (on purpose).
My metabolism has slowed way down in the last year (thanks so much, The March of Time). I kind of porked up last winter (at least by my standards) and got to an all-time highest weight - around 155. I actually sort of enjoyed being at that weight. It felt...luxurious? I was all padded and soft and cosy! It was nice! (And my boobs were huge!)
But my face didn't look so pretty with the extra chub, and I was easing up towards a BMI of "no longer safely in the Normal range" and my hips started hurting when I slept on my side at night. The thing that finally annoyed me into action, though, was not being able to squeeze into my pants any more. I didn't want to have to buy a new wardrobe to accommodate my otherwise pretty rockin' Rubinesque squishiness.
So, vanity and practicality conspired and I set out on a journey to drop some pounds. That was in April. Since then I've been counting every freaking calorie and pushing hard to get into running shape. I'm running 10-15 miles a week and probably walking another 5. It has been... hard. Really hard. But not impossible. And actually, quite rewarding in certain ways.
Outcomes of this new calorie counting lifestyle include:
- A renewed appreciation of food! When you're averaging 1200-1300 calories a day you don't want to waste time with things that aren''t delicious. I've been cooking more and better and with more passion than ever before.
- A renewed appreciation of fruits and vegetables. So much nutrition! So few calories! :D
- A new distrust of refined flour and sugar. So little nutrition. So many calories. D:
- An intensified passion for potato chips. Look, I don't know what it is but I will walk an extra two miles on my way home after work just to create enough of a calorie deficit for a little bag of Kettle salt and pepper chips. The crinkled kind. God. So delicious.
- Muscles where there were no muscles before: especially in my thighs and the place where my thighs join my hips in the front. I like them. I earned them.
The first month or six weeks were the hardest - the radical change in my eating habits meant I was hungry pretty much all the time, and cranky pretty much all of the time. Plus, there was some heavy stuff going on with my family around then; I was kind of a basket case for a while, frankly.
I've sort of adjusted to the diet, and I'm actually really enjoying the exercise. And now, five months after I started, I'm at 136. I was going to stop at 140, which is where I've sort of defaulted for the last 10 years of my life, but I found myself wondering what life would be like if, say, my thighs didn't rub together when I walk. So I'm keeping on with it.
It's slow going. The calorie deficit I've been maintaining would have meant fast weight loss three years ago, but it's amazing how profoundly my system changed when I hit 29. My body clings to fat like grim death now. Mr. Smarty-Pants has been amazing through the whole thing - finding a perfect balance between being supportive and minding his own business. I have trained him well, and it's paying off.
So I figure I'm probably looking at a year, all told, of daily calorie counting, even once I'm no longer trying to lose weight - I'll need to stay focused to keep the weight off.
I'm not entirely sure if this whole thing would have even been possible without the "MyPlate" tool at Livestrong.com. A friend mentioned it to me back in March and that's what really got me going on my current regimen. It's got a searchable database of foods indexed with their calorie and nutritional content and it's generally very user friendly. It makes it very, very easy to keep track of your intake and to log in your fitness stuff. I'm sure it doesn't work for everyone but I found it was exactly the tool I needed to make this work.
The end result (so far)?
- My face is once more not pouchy, and that's nice!
- Hips no longer hurt at night!
- Thighs not rubbing quite so vigorously!
- BMI back where it belongs!
The pants not fitting problem was only solved for about a month, though. Now they're all too big. GOD DAMN IT.
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