Week 1 recap

I promise the titles of these posts will get more interesting and there will not generally be a weekly recap.

I envision this blog being update roughly 4-5 times a week. I will not set myself to any particular days or topics because I never want to post something just to post something.

Monday: Day 1. the first day of a new diet or exercise program is always deceptively easy. Yes, for a day I can not drink soda, eat a bunch of garbage, and can walk for 30 minutes. HA! Devious little bitch, that first day is. It was going along fine until it came time for me to walk. I had not yet created a walking playlist (if you know me, I am an occasion playlist fanatic), so I almost scrapped it, but Martina had once told me that Mumford and Sons was great walking music, so I went for it. With Raymond in hand, I ventured off to walk around the neighborhood in which I have resided for 9 months and about which I am still clueless. Raymond was not pleased about being dragged into my weight loss program, shooting me "Fool, I ain't the fat one" looks, and I did not have the heart to tell him that he is overweight. Also, he is a dog and communicating with him in English would be foolish. As we came to the pleasantly named Tulip lane, Raymond and I were startled by two cops with tranquilizer guns drawn. I figured they were hunting some sort of wild animal, which in the past would have caused me major panic, but we moved on. As we turned the corner, BAM! 7 cop cars and 12 cops telling me to cross the street, but with the crazy banjo of Mumford jamming in my ear, I just heard mumbling and waving. We crossed the street and Raymond saw a shady grass patch and called it a day. He was not agreeable to continuing. We made it home safely and Raymond guzzled water as best a dog his size can guzzle something.

Day 3: The biggest problem for my exercise idea will be the tendinitis in not 1 but 2 knees. (why did I not just say both knees? Like I have some random third knee somewhere)Wednesday, Tendinitis not only stopped by, it made camp right on my right knee. The pain caused my entire leg to lock up in the middle of teaching. I had to take the day off of walking and realized, this summer, I need to find various pools in which I can swim. I prefer swimming anyway, but have never lived with the luxury of a pool. (more on pain in a bit)

Day 4: This was the day that had me worried most this week. My Thursday routine of a Togo's sandwich, chips and a soda was about to be slapped across the face by my will power. I DID IT! Boom! Not only did I only get a 6 inch sub (usually I go big), I got it on whole wheat bread, I got a very low calorie sandwich, no mayo and I even had them drop a tomato on that thing. Also, I dissed the chips all together and most importantly, drank flavored Iced Tea with just two quick shots of lemonade. I am not going to lie to you or to myself, I missed the soda. I missed it big time, but the Iced Tea was not gross. The sandwich was really good as well. Overall, it was a success. The walk happened at an ungodly hot hour, which was stupid, but I covered more ground in the same amount of time, as my body slowly gets used to this whole having energy for walking thing.

A few random thoughts:

I need to remember that there is a difference between pain and injury. My body is incredibly out of shape. I am in pain all of the time, which is a big reason I decided a change was needed. I am sick of waking up and hurting, sitting up and hurting and just hurting in a general fashion. Being obese is physically painful. I do not recommend this as a life choice to anyone. My joints ache, my back hurts, my legs make unholy sounds at the slightest movement. it is incredibly uncomfortable. Okay, getting away from the point, the point is, I have to fight through the pain. If I am injured, I chill out, but the pain is something I need to learn to fight through, otherwise I will just give up like usual. Any reason to quit right?? Ugh, I hate my mentality sometimes.

One of the things I have noticed this week is that sometimes it is just small decisions that can change your attitude, or motivation. Thursday at Sac State, I opted for the stairs instead of the elevator and it just gave me an extra boost because it was a GOOD decision I made just as it happened. There was no thinking about it before, I just thought, 3 flights of stairs should not be able to conquer me, so why do I let them conquer me every damn week?

My biggest question right now is whether or not to give myself a cheat day with soda. Do I allow it once a week? Or do I not even risk it?