January 1, 2012
So far my record is 1/0.
I have written my 1,000 words of original fiction. In addition to the 3,000 words of work-for-hire work I did this morning. And I did my hour of exercise. So, for if only one day, the first day, I’ve met my New Year’s resolutions.
And, oh holy Gandhi, it hurts.
The work-for-hire came out okay this morning. And the exercise wasn’t too bad. I made a run at a proper diet, but…
… protein drinks are NASTY. Nasty. As in, awful disgusting gut-wrenching penis-shriveling nasty. I want to be fitter. I can show you pictures of what I want to look like, the clothes I want to wear. I want it so badly I can taste it, and I’m starting from worse than nothing. A desk job and poor eating habits have undone everything I’ve accomplished, weight-wise, in the last five years.
But there’s got to be a better way. Because protein is NASTY.
So I tried to eat well today; I failed. At this point I’m more or less depending on the willpower to only buy diet-centric foods. And stop taking money for the vending machine at work.
So. I’ve written, I’m sore as hell. That’s my day.
19 January 2011
We’re probably going to have a snow day tomorrow. I blame you, snarkynavywife. Your magic wand didn’t work. It’s not April.
I think I’m settling into this “free time” thing okay. Without a class to teach this semester, and with grad school complete again, I’m only burdened with the dayjob, the Nora, and the freelance writing. Which means I can devote considerable effort (both physical and mental) to getting in shape. Which is why, while I watch
I will be doing crunches on the recumbent bench until my midsection gives out. Fuck you, spare tire. I’m tired of my six-pack staying in the cooler.
Calories: approx 1,100 thus far (it’s really sad when you’re eating so little that you can recall it all *and* it’s calories)
Time on elliptical: 40 minutes. Calories elliptical claims it burned: 346
Freelance words for the day: 2-3,000 or so
Fun words for the day: (didn’t count)
Song of the day (in honor of psycho Match.com stalkers
In which our hero looks in the mirror…
… suppresses the urge to vomit.
Holy shit. Is that me!? Holy soggy midsection, Batman! I’ve got to get this shit under control.
I’m holding pretty steady on weight but I’m getting soft… which means the muscle I built up last year is falling away into fat, which thanks to Mom and Dad (hi, Mom and Dad, and your genes!) I carry solidly around my midsection. Which is damn hard to work off.
Also? I need to get in shape because I haven’t been shopping in ages! I need the new shiny. NEW SHINY! I have new shiny sexy clothes withdrawal. I need to get all sexy-fied to get into my sexy-fied clothes. Because I’m shallow and I like getting attention and it makes me feel extra snobbish (if you can believe such a thing) when I know I look hawt.
And yes. I know how gay that sounded.
Bite me. I don’t care.
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