One More Time

I've got that song by Daft Punk in my head.

Well, today marks the two-month countdown until my wedding. Scary. Especially as I weighed in and was at 299 and change this morning. But not three bills (like it matters, I've already seen it previous weeks).

For whatever reason, I haven't been able to get my shit together. So now I have to sprint on this marathon instead of grinding it out. What does that mean? Not sure exactly. Hit the gym on the daily. Of course, it's already 10pm and I've yet to go. Shit.

I do like pressure. I can't ever manufacture it. I always know real from fake, you know? Can't hype myself up. I understand why athletes like having 'bulletin board material', as it makes getting hyped up easier. That external pressure.

Anyway, I'd like to dump thirty in two months. Is that even possible? No clue. But if it *is* going to happen, then I need to be doing everything in my power. Running. Lifting weight. Eating well. And blogging.

Whether I lose weight or not, the wedding is coming. I'd like to enjoy the shit out of it, you know?

By the way, FutureWife and I had our first dance lesson tonight. It was okay (though I was irritated that the class instructor insisted on the women switching every dance step -- too many partnerless ladies show up, and with only three lessons left in the package we bought, is it rude of me to want to practice with FutureWife exclusively?

By the way-way, I sweat like a sonofabitch during dancing. Dancing y'all.


edit at 11:27pm
why yes, I did just get home from the gym. Sprint, bitches.

I'm Mr. Glass

I am sick. This is the 2nd straight Monday. If you're doing the math, that's 8 straight days. Eight straight fucking days for one fucking cold.

I hate being sick. It's a miserable experience, and I am just weak and suceptible when it comes around. A cold that a normal person will shake off in two days will stick with me for two weeks.

Anyway, I didn't work out once last week.

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ru-roh

Almost missed my daily blogging. But much like today's exercise, I was able to sneak it in. Of course, after my 3.5 miles, I came home to Chipotle. I swear to god, I'll never get where I want to be, eating what I want to eat.

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Last night after work I hit the gym and pushed 45 minutes on the elliptical. Near the end the song started really going and I found myself sprinting along to it. Of course, my enthusiasm was quickly rewarded with a punishing stitch to my side, but settling down for the last two minutes of the run got rid of it soon enough.

You know, I know I'm currently in trouble as my belt buckle has been digging into my stomach when I'm sitting. Ain't no denying that. And damn, that shit hurts.

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Yep, I blew it.

A bad Thursday, a worse Friday and a straight-up awful Saturday sees a Monday weigh in up six pounds over last week's best. I'm such an idiot! lol -- The only difference is that this time, I'm going to immediately blog the failure, then look to correct it this afternoon by hitting the gym.

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Nope

Yesterday I didn't do as well as I should have. The morning went well with a powerbar breakfast, but for lunch I hit the cafeteria and grabbed a chicken quesadilla and some fries. Then at dinnertime I had a Shamrock Shake and two double cheeseburgers as I was on the road. Could have made better choices there, that's for certain.

Additionally, I didn't exercise yesterday, as planned. Damn do I hate seeing the salt/grease gain though. It's just... it's very frustrating. Very.

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Another decent weigh-in

This morning I hit the scale and got another pound-and-a-half off. Solid. Just working this water out of my system.

Today is Thursday, which is my typical off-day for workouts. I'm going out with friends, so this'll be my first official test of the new deal. A little concerned, but I hope to keep my goals in the forefront of my mind and not my potential failures.

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Good run

I felt wobbly. A bit unstable. Yesterday I'd done 45 minutes, and it's been eons since I've done back-to-backs of this calibur. That said... wow. I'm sitting here, dripping sweat all over my chair. Just soaked. Another big 45 minute elliptical run.

I wasn't sure I'd be able to make it. I was hurting from the first step, feeling yesterday's run. I took my first peek at the clock only 13 minutes in. By minute 18 I was starting at the clock. I wanted to stop at 20 minutes, and again at 30. By minute 35, I knew I could do it. That I could tough it out. And I did.

Today I'm not a quitter.

Water Weight Loss

Last night I banged out 45 minutes on the elliptical. I made it 3.89 miles, and I used to be able to get over 4, so there's some nice room to improve there.

This morning when I stepped on the scale, I was at 289.9; that's a loss of 3.5 pounds. Obvious that's gotta be water weight, right? But still... what a nice feeling. When I hit the 290s, my world sort of got rocked. In fact, one night I saw 299 on the scale. If I were a big pussy I probably would have started crying at that, but instead I just got mad. Still am. I'm pissed that I've wasted time and my previous weightloss on gettinig to where I am now.

I've ordered some new running shoes (my current ones are ripped from my weight pounding on them), and they'll be at my place when I get home. I'm really looking forward to taking them out tonight.

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Gotta Write, Even if it's Worthless

I want to tell myself that the countdown is on. That now I begin in earnest. Yet at the same time, I feel like I've been doing that on-again off-again dance for some time now, and that there's no value in that statement anymore. And as crappy as that is, I'm afraid it's true.

The issue I have is that while I feel that my words hold no water, I also recognize that when I blog I do better. So I need to write, even if the value of what I say isn't high right now. I guess I'll just have to earn that back through consistency and success.

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