The Emerald Specter 3: Rise Up

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The past couple of weeks have been a little rough for me and I’m ready to climb back on the horse and start getting stuff done. Yes, I used “and” twice in that sentence and I don’t care. What I do care about is laying out a path and getting ready to do some serious damage to lots of stuff.

I’ve been in training for two weeks, and will be for two more, which means my hours are all jacked up. Some days I had to be in at 7:30, most of the time at 8:00. This coming two weeks I have to be in at 6:00 (these are all “AM” times, people). I’m not sure whether I’m supposed to be awake or on my way to bed… I’m so confused.

There has been a lot of weight that has come back on since I got my transfer to Portland. Not since I moved, necessarily, I was already gaining weight while I was still in the process of the move. Last year I managed to lose a total of 91 pounds to ALMOST reach my goal of an even 200 (I needed to lose more than 9 pounds, something like 30, but I was close). The weight loss stopped and I have been gaining ever since. I’m now back up over 300 again and I’m teetering dangerously close to heading into the 310 range. I don’t like that idea and I want to start losing weight again.

Last year was a big one for me because I lost a lot of weight and then I started weight training, meaning the weight number didn’t mean so much to me anymore. That was a mistake on my part, I now understand, as I stopped eating like I should and started eating like a bodybuilder who still needed to lose a lot of weight. I’m now back up in the heavy area and would like to get back under 300 again.

That is no longer just a number… it’s my nemesis.

Something I did wrong in my weight training was the stopping of cardio. I did almost no cardio, none that I feel qualifies as cardio, anyway. I didn’t run, didn’t bike, didn’t stair climb, didn’t do jack diddley. Walking was how I managed to lose most of the weight before but walking takes up a long period of time and I don’t think my heart rate gets high enough to qualify as cardio in my book. I need actual cardio, something where the heart rate gets up for at least 20 minutes and I need to do that cardio for at least 30 minutes. My ass needs to lose some weight.

Along with this new push towards cardio will be a break from the weight lifting. I haven’t done that steadily since I got to Portland and with me being as heavy as I am, I’m having a hard time wanting to do anything. I need to lose some weight, the number is too high and I’m not able to fit into a lot of my clothes anymore (because when I lost all the weight I downsized my closet). I’m tired to putting on a shirt and having a hard time covering my gut. This sucks ass.

All this week, and I mean ALL this week, I’m going to do some form of cardio. Jumping jacks, running in place, mountain climbers, or simply hopping back and forth… any damn thing to get the blood flowing and allowing my metabolism to fight the shit I’ve been shoveling in my face hole. That’s the other thing that is changing this week: my diet is going to be stricter. I am going to eat LESS food, BETTER food, and I’m going to get back to watching the calories. At least when I was calorie counting I had a rough estimate of how much I could still eat at the end of the day… that reminds me, I need to be drinking a ton more water, too. Not flavored, sparkling, whatever… water… plain ass water.

Well, not ass water, that’s for California. (ZING!)

It’s time to get back to basics. It’s time to get healthy again. For the love of all that is holy, I’m in one of the healthiest places on Earth and I can’t eat healthier? Suck it up, fatty.

Think on it.