Celebrate! The scale is moving in the correct direction again!
Yesterday was a strange day. I had an internal interview with my company at 11:00, so I had my breakfast around 9 and planned to grab some lunch after the interview. I get through the questions, they tell me I have the job, then they ask me to stick around, just for “a couple hours”, and get the overview of the company.
I was out at 3:15. Of course, by this time I’m ready to go Miami Homeless Dude on someone, so I sped home at zero miles per hour on I-5 because FUCK YOU TRAFFIC. I grabbed a Subway sandwich on the way home and sat down to cram it into my maw at 4:30. And cram it into my maw I did. I was planning to clip my nails but I’m pretty sure I ingested them. I’m lucky I didn’t lose a finger.
The downside to this is I had my weekly 5K two hours later. Have you ever tried to run when you have a belly full of Subway? Let me tell you, at that point, your body decides that food belongs anywhere but in your stomach. I was able to stem the tide by being too out of shape to run an appreciable distance, but regardless, by the end I was close to Eating Fresh® in reverse. However, I was able to do my intervals throughout the entire 3.106 miles (run 0.1 miles, walk 0.1 miles).
I think this would be easier on a day without sun beating down on me. If I tried this on a nice, cloudy 60-degree day, I would still be sucking in air like a fat, red-faced Rush Limbaugh (in other words, like Rush Limbaugh), but I would have had much less desire to cut through switchbacks and kill any witnesses. Still, I did it, progressively slowly and more filled with hatred at the world, and at the end, I was happy I did. I finished in 44:31, still above my “PR” of 43:30, but I broke that goddamn 45-minute mark.
I’m still working on increasing the accuracy of my calorie intake though. At Pita Pit on the way home, I ordered the chicken breast pita and was figuring I was in for a fair amount of calories. Maybe it’s because I’m used to adding tzatziki and cheese and lots of other shit that makes everything good, but somehow I forgot that grilled chicken breast and a pita, with loads of veggies and plain yellow mustard, while delicious, is not a particularly calorific food. I ended my day with somewhere in the neighborhood of 1400 calories. It’s not enough, especially on workout days, but I blame my work, because they kept me there much later than expected, and also because blaming myself is far less satisfying.
So I’ve been thinking about clothes. My clothes are starting to feel bigger, not by a particularly noticeable outward appearance, but I can tell that at some point I’m going to need to buy clothes that are smaller, because if you wear clothes that are meant for a great big fat person, it makes you look more like a great big fat person, and I prefer to wear clothes that make me look thinner than I am, or at least do when I’m looking in the mirror trying to find an angle at which I can enter public.
Thankfully, I never reached the levels of fatassery that allowed me to just say “fuck it, it’s sweatpants time”. I have two basic rules for clothing fit for public consumption. No sweats or pajama pants, and if you’re a dude, no sleeveless shirts. Armpits are gross, and just because it’s only a trip to the Walmart does not give you permission to dress like the people there. Besides, do you really want to be lumped in with those people?
One of the things that I most look forward to doing as I lose weight is shopping at real-people stores for clothes. Have you ever been to a big-and-tall store? Holy shit is it awful. Basically, it allows fat people to pay a hefty (heh heh) premium to look like either a sixty-year-old man, or dress like a hip person from 2007. You can buy band t-shirts for $38 though! Seriously, everything is for old people or it’s far behind the times.
The other option (and the one that I employ most frequently) is the Burlington Coat Factory. While I can attest to this store being frequented by the People of Walmart, this place has some clothes that aren’t godawful bad! I will say that it has a lot of clothes that are more for, to put it delicately, urban, but I can find nice clothes, casual clothes, everything I need if I look hard enough, and it’s decently priced. It’s also receiving a lot of overstock and things of that nature, so it’s inconsistent.
The point is, though, that I want to shop at the not-fat-people store one of these times. I want to go to Zumies or PacSun and look at things other than hats. Then I can drive by the Casual Male and laugh derisively. HA!
Tuesday:
Breakfast:
10 oz Albacore Tuna (don’t judge me, I was running late!)
Lunch:
Turkey sandwich (Dave’s Killer, turkey, veggies)
Easy Mac
Dinner:
Mozzarella/turkey/avocado/hummus/red pepper/onion/tomato/sourdough Panini (holy shit was this good)
Wednesday:
Breakfast:
1 slice cracked wheat sourdough
2 eggs
Tapatio
Lunch:
Subway Oven Roasted Chicken Breast, no cheese, Dijon and shit-ton of veggies
Dinner:
Grilled Chicken Breast Pita from Pita Pit
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