It’s been two weeks since I publicly declared I planned to get into shape and eat better. So I figure it’s about time to post a follow-up and a new picture.
But first, here’s what’s been happening:
I’ve been going to the gym three-to-four times a week, and spending 20 minutes on the treadmill walking at 4.2 speed on a 3.5 incline, and another 10-15 minutes on the elliptical at a resistance of between 6-8. After cardio, I lift weights for about 20 minutes, mainly concentrating on arms and back.
I am sloooowwwwlllllyyy upping the ante on my workout duration and intensity. Because 4.2 on a treadmill? Not gonna get me to fitness land. I’m telling myself to not get discouraged because my cardio is so lame, but it’s hard to not give it my all right out of the gate. Patience is not my virtue.
As far as eating, I’m doing so more healthfully. Pretty much. I’ve cut out the wine. For the most part. If I have a drink, it’s a light beer or a “skinny” margarita, with tequila and 98 limes. I try to start out my day with a glass of lemon water, some protein and some fruit. For lunch, I’m eating bean soup or lunch meat wrapped around a pound of mustard. Dinners are more fish and chicken. When I want to snack, it’s popcorn.
I’m not really watching calories as much as I’m keeping an eye on more nutritionally sound food choices.
I’m really really trying to drink more water too.
And the final result? Two weeks later?
I’m bigger than ever.
What the hell?
Also, I could not find my red bathing suit. Did it die of embarrassment? Explode in a fit of mass humiliation? I can’t say. But it’s gone, so from now on, I’ll be posing in black to celebrate my loss of pride.
OK. I’m about to post a side by side shot of me during week one and the week two shot, but I need to ruminate a bit longer on why I’m bigger NOW when I’ve actually been exercising and watching what I eat than when I sat in front of the computer all day, moving only to open the potato chip closet.
So here’s my rumination:
WHAT THE HELL?
And are you ready for this? In addition, to putting photos of my unclothed self all over the Internet, I’m about to add insult to injury by publicizing my measurements. Because how else will we know that I’m getting bigger unless it can be independently verified by humiliating statistics.
God help me. Here we go:
June 12, 2011 Body Stats:
Stay tuned as my butt explodes. That should be around Week Four.