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BAS: Un-Weighted: Week One

Monday began with a visit to the apartment gym. Our building complex has facilities including a pool, hot tub, sauna, and small gym. The workout room has two elliptical trainers, two treadmills, a recumbent bike, and some weight machines. I'd only been there twice -- once when touring the building last fall, and again when Amanda moved in. Monday, she had the day off, and sort of challenged me to begin my effort with a joint morning workout. So, we got up, suited up, and went down for a 45-minute cardio stint. After 20 minutes on the elliptical machine, my feet started to go numb. I did the remaining time on the treadmill.

So far, so good, but the arm movement of the elliptical machine got my upper back all knotted up and breath-haltingly sore. And the tip-toe movement of the same machine did something to my right calf, with a close-to-the bone charlie horse of some kind. I hobbled around for the rest of the day and tossed and turned through the night.

Tuesday morning was out because of an appointment, so I subbed the gym with a 30-minute walk home. Much to my surprise, my muscles held up, and I arrived home sweaty and content.

I really wanted to sleep in on Wednesday, but got up anyway and did 20 minutes on the elliptical machine. Good thing, too, 'cuz we had a pot-luck lunch at work. I lost it. I gobbled down four chicken wings, two rolls, some chicken curry, some noodly thing with ham, tortilla chips with multi-layer dip, fudge, tasty squares, pop, cookies ... just totally overboard binging. Then we had pizza for dinner.

Thursday, back to my usual healthy lunch. But more pizza for dinner. Walked home from work and saw the set-up for the big rock show on Saturday.

Friday featured Chinese take-out from Look Ho Ho. No significant exercise that I remember.

Saturday was the huge Rolling Stones show at the Halifax Common. I walked to work in the rain, since I don't know anything about weekend bus service. Besides, many of the roads between here and there were closed for the show. So I walked. I managed not to go nuts on the newsroom pizza. Good show, overall, I must say. Decent stuff. Everybody worked really hard.

So, let's step on the scale for Sunday's weigh-in!

Start weight: 220
This week: 217
Down three pounds.

Not bad for moderate exercise and some poor eating in the back half of the week. That's just a one-week snapshot, and it's only three pounds. If it goes down again next week, or at least stays off, I'll believe it. But I'm cynical enough to doubt a three-pound loss at this point.

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  1. There's a saying someone once told me, "Nothing tastes as good as thin feels!" Word hard at it and you'll get there!

    Good luck!

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  2. Don't forget to drink lots of water! It helps suppress the appetite, apparently, and it also lubes up your internal organs so you don't have problems like your spleen chafing on your kidneys. well ok, I made that up. Don't forget the water though!

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  3. Good tip, Sandra... i'm gonna go fill up the bottle right now ..

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  4. My feet go numb on the elliptical too, and on the stair climber as well. Not to worry.

    Not sure if I mentioned it ever, but you may want to play around with the programs on the elliptical (if you are able to) because there's some neat ones out there. The one I like makes you focus on pushing for one minute, then pulling for one minute, then fast fast fast for one minute, then slow for one minute, then legs only for 2 minutes, etc. Keeps it interesting, and keeps the focus on the muscle groups to get that extra bang for your buck. There's also nothing wrong with just sitting on the recumbent bike and reading to zone out :)

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