Archive for October, 2008

Halp!

October 23, 2008

I impulsively bought a few sweet potatoes last week, even though I’ve never really eaten them before (“They’re supposed to be better for you than regular potatoes!  I should grab some!”).  So, of course, they’ve been languishing in the pantry ever since.  I’ve decided that I should use them before they go bad, but in my quick Google-ing for sweet potato recipies, I’ve mostly come across holiday recipies, or recipies involving copious amounts of sugar and/or marshmallows.  No thanks.

So, does anyone have any good ideas for me?  Should I just bake them or mash them?  Anything good to top them with/add in?  (And remember, this is just for me, so it’s not like I’m going to be using pounds of potatoes, so no huge recipies, please.)

Just Doing What I Do…

October 9, 2008

If I want people to comment on what I’m doing and offer suggestions, it might be a good idea to lay out my physical activity for a typical week, wouldn’t it? Let’s go.

Walking: I’m living off campus for the first time this year, so I can’t walk to class like I used to. However, once I get to campus, my car stays in the parking garage. If I have to go somewhere, I walk. And while I don’t love walking miles upon miles to get somewhere, I also won’t circle the parking lot at the mall or the grocery store forever just to get the closest spot. I’m just average in that respect, I think.

Stairs: Oh my GOD do I have stairs. My apartment this year is on the top floor (the third floor) of my building, and the nice tall ceilings lead to extra-long flights of stairs. And since there are no elevators (which made moving in loads of fun, TRUST ME), I have no other option.

All my work and classes are in the mechanical engineering building this semester, but it is a three story building with only one elevator, a freight elevator, and I usually avoid it and just take the stairs. It’s quicker, actually.

And finally, while I may be driving to school instead of walking, the only spaces for my particular permit are on the fourth, fifth, and sixth floors of the parking garage—and I’m never there early enough to get on the fourth floor. I always take the stairs down, and after the first week or so I somehow managed to convince myself to take the stairs up as well. (My legs do not appreciate this, most days.)

And I do almost all of this while wearing a backpack that weighs a metric crap-ton.

Actually…

*gets backpack and scale*

*weighs backpack*

I’m sorry, not a metric crap-ton—just twenty-five pounds. Fantastic.

So no matter what else I do, my ass and legs are going to be awesome by the end of this year. They have no choice.

Martial Arts: Before I came to college, I practiced Taekwondo for about 8-10 years, and had worked my way up to a third-degree black belt. In college, though, classes and studying took over, and I never made it to any of those club callouts I saw posted everywhere.

This summer I made the mistake of mentioning all this to one of the other grad students I was working with. Turns out, she practices a martial art that is derived from Taekwondo, and she got all excited and nagged at me until I started coming to classes. So that class is scheduled two times a week (and sometimes three, some weeks). A lot of weeks I only make it to one class, because of homework or exams. It’s always been that way for me—when classes get crazy, extra-curriculars like clubs are always the first thing to go. I did go both times this week, though, so that’s a plus.

Etc.: I keep telling myself that I should do DR’s HIIT workouts, but so far this week that hasn’t happened. I’m horrible at that—I’ll keep telling myself and telling myself that I need to do it, but it doesn’t usually happen. “Easier said than done,” as they say. I know that’s not a good reason, but I’m not going to lie about it.

I was going to try to close this with some kind of witty line, but my creativity has apparently left me for the moment. Hate it when that happens.

Hmm.

October 7, 2008

I didn’t drink any soft drinks today. I just realized that.

GAR. SMASH. ANGER.

October 5, 2008

I’ve been trying to make more of my own food lately, in an attempt to be healthier.  And one of the things I love to cook with is garlic–I’ll put it in just about anything–pasta, fajitas, beans and rice, you name it.

My roommate, on the other hand, apparently despises garlic.  She and people around her can smell it on her clothes, she says, and the smell is making her nauseous and unable to breathe.  Of course, it can’t be because of anything but the garlic, so I have to cut back, which is going to completely fuck up how I cook, because I can’t really imagine some things–like pasta (pasta!) or fajitas without garlic.

*deep breaths*

So, does anyone have any suggestions about what I could cook without garlic?  Or is there some way I could make the smell less potent?  Would using the pre-cutup garlic in the jars from the store possibly work?

God, I am inordinately angry about this.

Battle Royale

October 1, 2008

I’ve been overweight for most of my life.

Oh, I was thin as a very young child. My mom has pictures of me, pre-kindergarten, skinny as a pole. I don’t remember that time, though. In my memories, I’ve always been chubby—and whether that’s colored by my present is anyone’s guess.

Strangely, though—ironically—my weight was never the main focus of the bullies at school. I was intelligent, nerdy, shy, frustrated easily, a loner, wonderful with adults but kind of awkward around those my own age, and those were the main teasing targets. Teacher’s pet? Definitely. Cry-baby? Absolutely. Fatso? I’m sure it was hurled my way once or twice, but I don’t have any stinging memories associated with the word. Fortunately or unfortunately, there were other things on which kids could focus their insults. The teasing never got horrible, though, and for that I am truly thankful.

So I survived elementary, middle, and high school, and then went on and conquered college. I am currently in my first semester of graduate school, studying for my master’s degree in mechanical engineering. (The jury’s still out on whether that makes me insane, stupid, or a glutton for punishment.) I just turned 23 (Oh God, where has the time gone?) a few weeks ago, I’m embarking on a new phase in my life, and yet…

…those extra pounds are still there. It’s more than a few extra pounds, though, isn’t it? Those online BMI calculators stick me with a number of 34.4, which, according to them, means that I’m not just overweight, but obese. Overweight, yes. I’ve acknowledged that for a long time. But obese? That’s a new one, which I’m still not sure about. (And since BMI doesn’t really take into account muscle vs. fat, I think I have a good argument, but that’s a topic for another post.)

This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about trying to lose weight. Every New Year, every time the school year starts again, I tell myself—this will be the time I take charge and lose the weight. And every time, the motivation quickly dwindles away. I know why—my willpower is nil, and I can be quite lazy. I’ll have that billion calorie restaurant meal because it’s just too good to resist. Exercise gets tossed to the side because I don’t like it, and I’d rather use that time to chip away at either my sleep debt or the huge load of schoolwork I have. (Grad school. Fun fun fun.) They may not be good reasons, but they are my reasons, and I’m not going to lie about them.

But there’s a first time for everything, right? And I’ve never had such a clear goal—one of my friends is getting married this coming summer, and another friend and I are going to be her greeters. I’d love to look my best for that. And I’ll admit, that’s my biggest motivating factor—not health, but looks. I want to be able to shop in a normal store, instead of being limited to the plus-size section. I want upper arms that don’t flap like wings. I want inner thighs that don’t rub together when I walk. I want to take a picture and not have to worry at all about double chins.

All of which brings me here, to this blog that I was talked onto starting. (Hi, McB! *waves*) I don’t know if it’ll help, but it couldn’t hurt, right? Some real life stuff might sneak in, but I think this will mostly be about weight loss at the moment. I’ll try to post my weight, what I’m eating, and what I’m doing, and you, the nameless, faceless internet, can tell me what to change and nag me when I slack off. (Gentle nagging only, though. Pushing and yelling are the quickest ways to get me to ignore anything you say.) I’m sure I’ll have lots of questions, both silly and not, and I’m open to any and all suggestions.

So, here it is. The first stats. I’m 5’5.5” tall (I am, really, and I’ll fight you for that extra half inch). Around the beginning of August, I weighed 220 pounds. Now, last time I checked, I’m at about 209 or 210. Who knows which way it will go? Or how far?

Me against my teeny-tiny willpower.

It’s going to be a battle royale.