It's Here

Or Not

Another pig-out weekend helped along by social eating, right here at home, no less. Yes, TA and I do share a love of food and we both put on 20-30 pounds in the past few months, at least. Body thoughts, not to mention food thoughts, seem to be dominating the daily blog lately. Last gasps of the self-indulgent madness? Four days to the elliptical, after all.

I wonder what will happen then lol.

Laughing is sad,

Narf.

Ignore The Challeges

Magnum ice cream, double stuffed oreos, fried chicken, gourmet pizza, big bags of chips, I don't even want to look in the fridge or pantry. Life with anther decadent foodie can be seriously challenging for a foodie trying to drop some pounds. Two yogurt and two protein drinks, about 400 calories, that's it. I hope lol. Will power like this has not been around for quite some times, so I don't know how long it will last. The elliptical arrives in eight days.

Be strong.

Please Stop Me Before I Explode

I went to a garden party, bloated. I was not hungry. I got around food, cold bland food, and I got hungry. Way too hungry. Eating until I could barely move is an old habit, a trap I have not fallen into in a long time. Here we are tonight. Ok, so buy the elliptical tomorrow. That's what I said to myself last week. Pity the fool who lies to himself. The best of intentions, that's what should be carved on the tombstone. Work left no time for me at all, not even a drink break, no less lunch or any other break. A phone call ordering something that costs more than $4,000? Not something I want to do without time to focus on the call. I have a doctor waiting for a call back too. Business hours have been for work business only the past few weeks, more than ever.

So where's the cookie?

Yeah, so anyway, the body moves through the days from task to task without pause for maintenance. The toll is poor labs (estimated, as I don't want to visit a doctor in the current medical system, since there are no overt symptoms, just the bloat and my sense that labs are out of whack), weight gain, and stress. The good news is I am writing this entry. These words bring the dietary habits, reduced exercise, and out-of-touch fool into consciousness, which is a big step in the right direction. Awaken, fool, and take care of the body as well as you are taking care of work business.

Cuz nobody else is close enough to be the daily reminder we would like to have. And waiting for proof that someone knows me and cares enough to be that daily reminder is a fool's errand. Cuz all we have is many years of proof that nobody does. Wah wah wah, woe is me, and the poor-me-pity party doesn't help a bit anymore. So share it off fool, nobody cares enough and that's life, it's your choice to live or die and you know what to do either way, s what'll it be?

I hope we choose to live.

Narf :)

Fat Girl on The Left

There are reasons, beyond those, for the return of the chocoholic self-indulgences. Pizza, Meatballs subs, chocolate chip cookies, ice cream (with chocolate fudge and/or chocolate shells, and then some... cheeburger cheeburger, even). The body calmly says "If I got on the scale, I believe I am well past 200, mos likely approaching 220 again." Then it screams.

We shopped for an elliptical machine. We worked more than 70 hours at the office this week, so I did not follow up on the purchase. Rushing a purchase of a few thousand dollars is not wise, especially when the product is meant to be a 20+ year commitment. Still, procrastination plays loudly. We just picked up the phone, but neither the store, nor the manager's number was listed in the phone. I know I called, I just must not have added either as a contact. Self-defeated again.

Wait, we can find the number by looking in out-going calls for the approximate time I called last weekend. There it is. Wait again, the store guy, who was not the manager and had no clue about the equipment, sent me a quote by email (he had to call someone to find out how to do that... I was not impressed, nor was I buying anything through him that day... then, the overly busy week). Then, a sudden search today shows the model I am closest to buying (Tue es300) doesn't even appear here in a top review and advice site (graphic below). The expensive well known brand (Precor) does though, and it is still an option.



I am very glad I did not impulsively call to order the es300 because there is no es300. That is the machine I asked for at the store and the ignorance store clerk sent me a quote for the ps300, a model that does not have one key feature that would have had me unhappily sending it back after delivery and installation. As I learned here, even professional gym store clerks can be quite ignorant. The clerks gross obesity, failure to get up out of his chair, and complete lack of knowledge about the basics of the machines should have been a clue, but he called another store and they sent me the quote. If I could find the elliptical I want at another store, I'd likely choose the other store, but this store has the two brands I've narrowed my search down to, True and Precor. Precor is more expensive and takes up more space, but is the premium gym model. True is not as easy to find.

Back to reassessing machines.

Push to buy soon continues on (thanks Jane) and off (everybody else) though, so soon?

Narf :)