It was my birthday and also kind of a bad day. I went to the grocery store and I bought everything on the shopping list. I also bought:
A box of 12 chocolate chip cookies (180 calories each)
The above-mentioned box now contains:
8 of 12 cookies (720 calories consumed)
I also did not exercise, though I did go out for a bit of a walk. Technically I am probably only a bit over my daily calorie goal as my meals (you know, actually healthy food) were fairly calorie-light. I might go on the treadmill to assuage my guilt. Yes, it’s my birthday and yes, I knew I might do this, but I still feel bad. And fat. Fatbad.
On a positive note, my weight was back down, to 170.7 pounds. It is apparently in yo-yo mode right now. Here’s hoping it will return to “it’s all downhill from here” mode soon.
I was also up in weight today, back to 171.2 pounds. Even though it was Friday, the day felt drawn-out and vaguely horrible, so I sought comfort in food.
Tomorrow is my birthday and I’m allowing myself to indulge for the day before taking this whole thing seriously again.
On the plus side, I did go out in the evening for a walk and managed to close my activity rings, so it wasn’t a completely fatful day. And latent guilt may stave off the worst of the indulgences tomorrow. Or so goes my theory of the moment.
I had six Triscuit crackers today and that was all for my snacking, so pretty good, considering I also did a walk/run and burned 500 calories there.
Also I admit I have no idea what a tasket is.
My weight was back down today, woo. I went from 171.2 pounds to 170.8 pounds. I’m hoping to dip below 170 again by the weekend. I promise to leave any donuts I may encounter unmolested.
I did snack a little today, but only a small piece of toast with jam and a few crackers. I felt bad afterward. But no Clif bars!
I was up this morning, to 171.2 pounds, a modest 0.3 pound increase. I am hoping that I will resume the downward trend tomorrow, as I exericed today and all that. If I am up again, I promise to only seek comfort in carrot sticks.
I did not feel well this morning. Some combination of the allergies, smoke and who knows what left me feeling clobbered, tired and wanting to stay in bed. Which I did, for awhile.
This led me to return briefly to using food for comfort, which I partly regretted later. The snacking:
A Clif bar
A small piece of toast covered with the last of the Nutella
So it could have been worse.
In better news, I weighed myself at the usual time this morning and came in at 170.9 pounds, which is up over Friday, but not egregiously so, and is pretty decent for a weekend of indulgence and virtually nothing but take-out food.
For the rest of the week and the month my goal is to get under 170, stay there consistently and begin the march to 160 pounds.
Today was kind of a cheat day, as we were returning from Parksville and snacked on some Miss Vickies potato chips while waiting for the ferry. They were yummy and I’ll regret it tomorrow.
I have no weight-related news to report again, as my morning was once again scale-free at the house in Parksville. I suspect tomorrow will see me having to restart the trek back to 170 and below anew.
UPDATE: For fun (?) I weighed myself after dinner, which I never do because that is when I will be my most weightful. Yes, that is now a word. The result?
173.3 pounds, up 3.3 pounds since Friday. Zounds! But my body fat percentage dropped a full half percent. Yay! But Fitbit now considers me slightly overweight again. Boo.
This was a full day spent house-sitting in Parksville, over on smoke-filled Vancouver Island. To be fair, everywhere is smoke-filled right now, due to fire all up and down the west coast of the U.S.
I did not snack as such, sticking only to the three meals, but the meals were not exactly calorie-light:
Breakfast: Sausage McMuffin with Egg and hash brown
Lunch: Chow mien with lemon honey ginger chicken
Dinner: Tropical Hawaiian pizza from Panago
Plus a small cup of chocolate mousse for dessert after dinner. This was probably a combined 50,000 calories. It just means I’ll have to dedicate myself that much more on return to the mainland!
No weight report today as the Parksville abode does not have a scale. I’ll just assume (hope) I am under, say, 174 pounds. Maybe.
Today, as we were heading out to the ferry to Vancouver Island for a weekend of house sitting, I had a few cheese strips, but I was otherwise good.
Weight-wise I edged up a bit to 170 pounds even, but that could easily be due to water or other random body things, not because I’m secretly scarfing giant bags of pork rinds.
The snacking today was a few small cubes of cheese and a piece of toast with (no sugar added) jam, so I wasn’t scarfing bags of donuts.
And I did a full walk/run workout, even though it was a rather unseasonably warm 31ºC out.
But the best news came early in the day when I stepped on the scale and saw I had lost 1.4 pounds, dropping to 169.6 pounds, the first dip below 170 this year if you don’t count flu-related weight loss (which I don’t, because that never stays off unless you find some way to perpetually have the flu, which is probably not the greatest idea).
I may very well be up again tomorrow, but I have now tasted life below 170 and I shall taste it some more.
For the first time since March 17th, I went into the office today. Theoretically I was the only one there, though a few others showed up or passed through, along with one cleaner and a couple of the guys delivering stuff.
Work itself was a bit odd, just because of the way the campus is set up to allow for safe movement in these kooky pandemic times. Buildings felt more like security checkpoints, with only one point of entrance in most cases, and said entrance staffed by, well, security. The vending machines, currently the only source of edibles, were poorly stocked or broken and I gave up on them. My coworker took mercy on me and bought me a steeped tea from the Tim Hortons a few blocks over.
Speaking of Tims, this lets me segue to my main topic of this post: My first long commute since the virus hit. This is something I had been quietly dreading for months and I was bracing for the SkyTrain to be packed and awful.
To my surprise (but not as far as delight), the trains were substantially less busy than normal. I often don’t get a seat when leaving Sapperton station, but today it was not an issue. The Canada Line was a little worse, only because it runs those runty two-car trains (great planning there), but even if wasn’t anywhere close to capacity.
So in terms of crowding, it was actually okay. I never had anyone sit beside me across five trains and on the three that have single seats, I was able to nab one.
Translink has a mandatory mask policy, but enforcement is soft, as in, there is basically no enforcement as far as I can see. They just kind of hope everyone will wear masks. And nearly everyone did. In all, I saw five people not wearing masks, two on the way in and three on the way back:
Three (all young men) were drinking coffee from Tim Hortons, so I now view them as unintentional contributors to the pandemic.
A fourth was a young woman who ate a pizza slice from Broadway to Joyce stations. Once she was done, she did not put on a mask. I stared at her the entire time she was eating. She never noticed.
The fifth person was another young man, a hulking Aryan type with close-cropped blond hair and tattoos all over everything. When he boarded the train, he threw his pack onto a seat, then plopped down beside it, staring intently into his phone. He had a demeanor of someone just begging to be asked why he wasn’t wearing a mask, so he could explain in a loud voice and through the use of colorful metaphors. No one asked.
I wore a mask and because it isn’t designed for glasses, it fogged up regularly, which was not great. Riding in the newer air-conditioned cars helped, riding in one of the ancient 300 year old cars did not.
I can’t decide how the combo of cap, mask and giant headphones makes me look. Like I’m taking part in some kind of bad cosplay, perhaps. Also, I find a certain irony in the GNC slogan “Live well” being on a mask I’m wearing because we are in the middle of a global pandemic that has killed hundreds of thousands of people. Even better (worse), GNC is permanently shutting down because of the pandemic.
In all, the commute was not as bad as I had expected, but seeing so many people wearing masks provided another tangible piece of evidence that we have slipped past whatever we considered normal times into where we are now.
Also, though I didn’t need a pandemic to remind me, that twice-a-day hour plus commute? It still really sucks. I like having those two hours back. I sleep more, I exercise more and feel better. And even not counting the commute, I was struck by how awful the office was. The air quality is terrible–my eyes felt itchy and it was cool to the point of nearly being cold, my chair is not comfortable, I have a mushy keyboard, the lighting is harsh, the monitors are kind of lousy. Really, my home setup is superior in every way. I honestly would be happy to never step foot into another office ever again.
I’ll see what can be done to make that impossible dream happen.
In the meantime, I’ll look for better masks and hope that future commutes don’t turn into COVID nightmare sardine cans.
Absolutely no cheating today. I was, in fact, a bit peckish by the time dinner came around. We had take-out (bad) but it was chicken and a salad (good). I didn’t do my post-work exercise because I actually went into the office today and had the subsequent Very Long Commute™, but I did clock almost a 3 km walk around the Langara Golf Course trail, as lumpy and root-filled as ever.
My weight stayed the same, a bit surprising perhaps, given I weighed myself much earlier in the morning than usual, coming in once again at 171 pounds even.
