Week 2 – CapCity Kid (Weightloss Chronicles)
By CocoaDiva on Aug 31, 2009 with Comments
It’s ridiculous. I’m ridiculous. For the last two weeks I’ve been running in the morning and cutting down on all the bad food and alcohol that has stunted my progress before. This week, it’s back to old eating habits. It’s tough, my job has been exponentially draining due to campaign activities but lately it hasn’t been enough to throw me off my game like this. I know better. Most of the time. So, it’s not a surprise that I haven’t lost anything this week… despite running five days.
My schedule is fairly simple: I “run” in the mornings and lift weights three times a week (twice with a trainer). Monday, I “ran” intervals. Tuesday, I did the same. By Wednesday my body put it’s foot down and told me “no more”. Perhaps, I have been pushing too hard. When I “run”, I run intervals (walk/ run) and the running can be tough on my knees. So this week, I have been running 4 minutes and walking 2 minutes. By Thursday, I am back on track and by Friday I’m running but having a hard time trying to walk at work while retaining my dignity.
As an aside note, I work with several former Division 1 College athletes, a yoga instructor and a Marine. The Marine by himself makes me want to give up and go to Five Guys for a ginormous burger and Cajun fries. Oh, and don’t forget the vegetarian and the staff assistant who eat whatever they want with reckless abandon. But the Marine. The Marine. I’ve run with the Marine. When the Marine runs, he really runs. I just say “run” because it’s more manly than saying walk/ running. It’s like when someone asks what you’re doing at 3:30 on Friday. You say “working”. And you may be. But you’re “working” while listening to Pandora, chatting with a googol of friends, and trying to decide which liquor you’re sticking with tonight. But you say you’re “working”. We all do this. Well, this is also how I “run”. The last I really ran, it was with the Marine and my legs shut down and I ended up shuffling to work like Drake after his SECOND fall. It’s enough to make a struggling guy drown his sorrows in tasty, tasty Cajun fries.
So, by Saturday I am doing the elliptical trainer instead of the treadmill and I can’t lie, I’m feeling pretty decent about my consistency on the running. If only it wasn’t ALL offset by my eating.
Oh, my eating. I love to cook and I love to eat well. This, of course, is an issue that placed me in my current weight situation more than any other factor.
This week, the food really got me and essentially wasted a week. This is not to say I didn’t eat well occasionally. I consistently ate breakfast well. Cottage cheese, bananas, blueberries, oatmeal, and whole wheat bread are my staples. I do not waver. Unless an omelette comes my way. It didn’t… but a quiche did. But that’s for later. This work week I indulged in pizza, quite a bit of beer, a hefty helping of cheese (I love cheese), some rum here and there, and a dinner that featured quite a few things cooked in butter. For me, it’s bad. I feel bad when I don’t work out, but when I eat poorly, it’s the pits. It’s like those folks who somehow scored tickets to Michael Jackson’s London concerts. You booked hotels, made restaurant decisions, probably didn’t get the plane tickets yet, but… everything is coming together and then… boom. Demerol. I mean, you just feel bad. But what can you do? What’s done is done.
On Saturday I ate okay until the pasta lunch I didn’t want. Long story but at least it was a very small portion. That evening my super fit homegirl wanted to get together, which meant me driving all the way to the exurbs for the following dinner options: Burger, cheeseburger, bacon cheese burger, or chicken fingers. As we sat, wolfing down our burgers, I had to listen to my friend spout off about how much of a “treat” this was because she “never eats this bad”. Thanks. That’s awesome. But at least she started talking me through the need for a heart rate monitor for my “running”. I’m buying one this weekend. Sunday was a very good day with the exception of the quiche I had. Had that been my only bad food item of the weekend, I would have been fine. Alas, it was not…
All in all, not a horrible week, but still no gains. And no gains is somewhat of a failure for me at this point. Still, I’m in for the long haul and I know next week will yield some results. I hope.
The CapCityKid
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