My weight loss continues. I went to the gym on Tuesday and had my first weight-lifting day in a long time. I was so sore, though, that I didn’t go back on Thursday, and wanted to take an extra day Friday.
I plan to go back today (Saturday), and am okay with this, as the worst thing I can do now is injure myself.
The past week has been absolutely chaotic. I started leaning fairly heavily into an emerging eating disorder. A somatization had developed: when I would eat, I would feel violently sick a couple bites in. My food logs are a mess of tea-and-nothing, and my weight loss is probably unhealthy. The weight kept coming off, though, which gave positive reinforcement. A truly vicious circle, this. It looks now like I’m able to eat again, so this is good.
I’m losing at a rate of ~ 2 pounds per week, which is excellent, but I’ll need to be careful about eating enough food. I spent much of today sleeping, as this is something I’ve not been doing much of lately.
I’m eating. I’m sleeping. I think things are starting to improve against the backdrop of utter chaos.
I feel decidedly wretched over the breakup. This has driven sleep and eating and, I suspect, the more recent phenomenon of feeling violenly sick after a bite or two of food.
These are very bad signs, and proof that the mind shapes the body.
I’m down ten pounds now.
I rode my bike to the gym, putting in a total of 3 miles. Unfortunately, I got caught up in asking how the machines could be adjusted and ended up doing just a bit of cardio today (walking on the treadmill … and biking, I suppose).
But I do have an appointment to start instruction (what they call personal training with unlicensed folks) tomorrow.
It’s pretty clear to me that I’m in full ketosis. I have no hunger drive any longer, and when I try to eat food–even delicious Indian food that my friend buys for me–I feel really sick after just a couple of bites. My nose tells me the food is delicious, but my stomach tells me that it wants no part of this. I’ll have to figure something else out; between sleeping a couple hours a night at best, and this, things are not going well here.
I’m on the “high-stress and tea” diet.
I feel compelled to point out: this is not something I’d recommend. This is how eating disorders get started. I just hammered down Indian food leftovers, rather quickly, hoping I would be able to food my system into taking more food in before feeling so sick. It seems to have worked.
I am cautiously optimistic.
I am down 7 pounds from when I started, about a month ago. Some of this weight loss may be water-weight, but there’s something promising here: my clothes (shorts and swimming trunks) are starting to fit differently. Where they would cut across me before, now they just … fit.
Thus far, I have done three things:
- Bodyweight workouts for the first two weeks only—things got chaotic after this and I discontinued.
- Significantly reduced my food intake; I worry about pressing up against starvation mode, but I seem to be doing okay thus far.
- Worked to walk some every day. This comes in fits and starts, but I don’t have to walk 10,000 steps every day if that will make me feel terrible on days I do not; I have been walking between 1,000 and 17,000 steps most days, which is okay.
It is my hope that Monday I’ll start working in weigt training, but we will see. I’ve been thinking this for a couple Monday’s now, but 5am is early!
Just finished workout day 3 with Seven! #SevenApp
The “strength” routine should be easy, but I am finding it difficult.
But I did it.
Day 1 in the 7 month workout challenge with Seven. #SevenApp http://tinyurl.com/nqaly4f
Even a Slug occasionally moves. I have decided upon working with Seven (an iOS app) to supplement weight lifting workouts. For those, I’m using GAIN Crosstrainer (another iOS & web app).
Never mind that I’m yet to lift weights, I thought I’d start by doing something. I bought the Strength and Stretch packs for $4, and today I stretched.
Not great progress, but much-needed progress all the same.
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I have been sleeping terribly recently. Worse than usual. I wasn’t able to sleep without my girlfriend, and it appears that this fact remains, yet now with no end in sight.
It now nears 11am on a Thursday and I remain in bed, hoping that I’ll get more than a few hours’ sleep, but dreading that at some point I’ll have to give up and then face the day exhausted and mentally spent.
I have very good friends, but they are concentrated in two regions of the country, neither one of those here.
Before my 4.5-year-log relationship, I was in a ten-year-long marriage and relationship. I’ve never been good at dating or even making new friends. Research tells me that even having one “gym buddy” would be really useful and good, but I have nowhere to go to meet people, and have no idea what I can offer someone to want to be my friend.
At this point, I am left hoping for things to quickly resolve, but have no pathway there. I would hope to make at least an acquaintance or two, but no luck there. It all looks particularly bleak and totally beyond the realm of being assisted by fish oil.
Things are grim, and I see no way through. Little five-minute sessions that should be simple are monstrously difficult and leave me gasping. I am shocked and ashamed at how easily I tire and how little work I can actually accomplish. Things are bleak.