- Deena – 15th place with an overall improvement of 6:50
- Lisa, aka Short Fat Girl, – 12th place with an overall improvement of 7:18
Month – October 2011
What is it about water that makes it so difficult to drink? Lately, I have really been struggling getting even half of my eight glasses a day in. I know why I should drink it, I know how I feel when I don’t get enough, I know how important it is to my weight loss goal, but yet I still have a hard time drinking it.
As I sit here and write, I’m drinking from my water bottle and will attempt to give a brief description of what I am experiencing on each sip.
- Obviously, wet
- Very cold – using a stainless steel thermos bottle filled with ice and water
- A very slight after taste – could be from the ice cubes
- cold against my gums and teeth
- Making me feel a bit chilled
- Hmm my bottle is empty; that was easy
Well that lasted all of about 5 minutes. During this experiment, I mentally compared this experience to what I experience when I am drinking a Diet Coke and the only things I can come up with are:
- The flavor – which is difficult to explain, but it has a bit of a bite to it when you drink it.
- The carbonation – Not sure why this is important but I like the bubbles
- Diet coke does absolutely nothing for me and is full of chemicals.
Conclusion: Drinking water vs soda should be a no brainer and after my little experiment, there is no reason not to drink it. Must be all in my head; let me go fill ‘er up and try again.
Sweet and crunchy on the outside with a warm, soft and chewy inside. What I just described is the Cinnamon Crunch Bagel from Panera Bread. This, my friends, is the ultimate in total comfort food. On the first bite, I taste the crisp sweetness of the caked on cinnamon sugar, followed by the creamy, soothing taste of the cream cheese mixed with the warm, soft, chewiness of the bagel. So much heaven in one bite, I close my eyes while savoring every bite. After about 5 minutes, the experience is over. No longer can I taste, smell or feel the way I did just 5 short minutes ago and it only makes me want more. The journey doesn’t not end there, however.
Now, the bagel is traveling through my body dispersing itself in different elements all over the place. The sugar is running through my bloodstream causing my glucose levels to spike to an all time high while my pancreas is spitting out as much insulin as it can to counteract what the sugar is doing to me. The fat has decide to hang out and attach itself to my belly, butt and thighs. I get huge surge of energy, followed by an enormous crash causing the need to take a nap.
My boss walks into my office door and catches me sleeping at my desk, next I find myself standing in the underemployment line where I am denied benefits for being stupid. I loose my house because I can’t pay the mortgage, so my girlfriend and dogs go out shopping for a nice warm box to sleep in. Because we can’t afford to buy food, we each loose about a hundred pounds, but since we can’t afford to buy any clothes we are forced to wear what we have on our backs.
Without health insurance we can’t afford to go to the doctor to treat all the diseases we could have avoided with proper preventative health care. Now, all we can do is deal with the sickness and pain.
We may not have a house, money, friends, food, or our health, but we lost all the weight we without one workout. Who needs to work out? I do!
This could happen to me just by eating one bagel during an office meeting this morning rather than taking an extra step to find something healthy to eat instead. I’m glad I . resisted. By the way bagel with 2oz of cream cheese had 610 calories, 28 grams of fat, and 82 carbs.
Notice: The story you have read was fiction. No calories were consumed in the writing of this blog post.
Today was my first day back to boot camp this week. For the past several weeks I have been battling a pretty bad hamstring pull with no sign of improvement. To prevent from injuring it any further and hopefully give it a chance to heal, I’ve taken the past five days off of boot camp and any other forms of exercise.
Since my hamstring was feeling a bit better, I got up this very windy and chilly morning, dressed myself in several layers and excitedly headed out the door. I have to tell you that missing boot camp even for this short amount of time has really put me into a bit of a funk. I have really noticed a change in my mood since I last worked out. Even at work, my tolerance level has been at an all time low. Not only that, my eating habits started to slide as well. I know it’s only been 5 days, but I am already starting to feel myself slipping back into some old bad habits.
Within just a few minutes of arriving at boot camp, I could already feel my spirits starting to lift a bit. Unfortunately my mini high was short lived. Shortly after the warm-up began, I felt that old familiar stabbing pain in my butt. Well, not really my butt, but right at the base of it. Soon as I felt the pain, I slowed down and shortened my gait to almost the pace of speed walking which seem to help. I was able to perform almost all of the exercises with the exception of the sprints. My form may have not been pretty, but I was there and doing it.
By the end of boot camp today, I was feeling so frustrated I wanted to cry. I know that injuries happen all the time, but I think I have had more than my share of them. This is one of the reasons why fat people stay fat. You work your “butt” off, start seeing the results of all your hard work, and then BAM! your hit with another injury. I know that thin people get injured too, but because of the years of abuse we put our bodies through, I think we are more prone to injuries and longer recovery periods which causes folks to get frustrated and give up. I’m not saying I’m giving up by any means, but I have a better understanding why people do.
A very wonderful person gave me a gift certificate for a massage and I am planning on using it this weekend. Also, I went ahead and scheduled an appointment with my orthopedist, whom I am almost on a first name basis with, for this Monday. Hopefully, the massage and my doctor will put me on a speedier tract to recovery.
Please understand, I am not frustrated because I’m injured, I’m frustrated because I finally found something I love to do and am getting pretty good at it. The thought of missing even one day hurts. I am so worried that I am going to go to the doctor and he is going to tell me to stop going to boot camp.
Wish me luck.
When my head gets in the way and I start feeling like I’m just spinning my wheels and not getting anywhere, I look back through my journal a see how far I’ve come. That is what motivates me to keep going. This is a long hard process but well worth it.
Total pounds lost: 41.4 pounds.
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