Then we got Zaphod:
And a puppy? Frig, they’re a ton of work and time. He’s awesome, don’t get me wrong, but when people joke about puppies being like children, they aren’t kidding. The first four months were come home at lunch to let him out, back to work, rush home after work to let him out, play with him, entertain him. If you left him alone, he’s start barking and going nuts.
My normal routine had become (pre-puppy), walk to work (winter), come home around 3:30, hang out for an hour or so, set up the HTPC, throw a show on, and hit the elliptical for forty-five minutes. This, and watching what I was eating? Worked wonders.
Once his poopness arrived, though, things changed, as they’re wont to do.
And I did ok. I got through the summer without putting too much on. I was biking occasionally in the evening, eating reasonably well, and basically maintaining. I wasn’t getting any better, but I wasn’t getting any worse, either.
Then the fall hit. And he was bigger, needing longer walks, and was more insistent about his attention. At the same time, I felt really, really guilty about the time he spent in the crate. He spends nights, and work hours (9-3) in the crate. That’s plenty. More than that, and it starts into “unfair” territory. So, I walked him unconscious, and hung out with him on the couch. Can’t leave him around the house unattended: he gets in too much trouble (read: eats things he’s not supposed to. Like couches).
So, here we are. It’s February, a year later. Zaphod’s a year old next week:
And I’m fifteen pounds heavier than I was in May last year. I’m at that point where I can feel the weight hanging from my ribs and gut, and generally, feel uncomfortable. Shirts I like don’t fit in a way that doesn’t make me feel self-conscious.
The good news is, if I can force myself to walk home, walk the dog (or even just play with him for forty minutes, hard), then I can close the door to the basement, and he’ll just collapse, chew his bone, and nap. And I can hit the elliptical.
I’ve been trying this this week.
And, I’m making a deal with AnnieKik and K, two of my regular email buddies, to log and share my progress. This not only keeps me honest, but keeps me going.
February 1st, 2011
That’s all I’m dealing with. The reality is, I should, with effort, be able to see a very, very healthy 180lbs. That’s not primary goal though. First is back to 210lbs, maybe 208lbs, by March 11th, 2011.
That’s the weight I was when I went to PAX last year.
After that, I’m looking for 200lbs by the time I do the CHEO ride again, the first weekend in May. That gives me six weeks, give or take, to lose ten pounds, and nearly eight weeks to lose ten pounds after that.
Then it gets difficult.
Then we’re into summer, and I’m looking for 185lbs by Canada Day. I’ll have eight weeks again to get another fifteen pounds off me. The last time I was even close to that was the winter of 2005/6, when I got down to 187lbs. That took me a year. Admittedly, I started at 265lbs that year, too, but even so. I’m gonna have to bust ass to pull it off by July this year. 190lbs may be more realistic, given my lifestyle, but we’ll see what happens.
Are there tools involved? YOU’RE A TOOL. Wait, no. Yes, there are. Last year, I still had my iPhone, and I was using Lose It to track both calorie in, but out as well. As in, food + exercise = weight loss. However, I’ve switched to Android now, and they don’t yet have a LoseIt app for Android. So. New tracker. I had originally found FatSecret.com’s “Calorie Counter”, but I found it tough to read, and the interface was not excellent. However, AnnieKikki pointed me at Map My Fitness, who have both Android and iPhone apps, and you can add food and exercise via their website too. The only downside is not being able to see your entire week in the app (that I’ve found yet), you’ve got to hit the website for that. This isn’t a huge issue, however.
Like all the rest, it lets you set your goal, as well. The highest you’re ‘allowed’ to lose in a week is 2lbs, they recommend 1lb. I’m, of course, splitting the difference. That said, I know in the past I’ve dropped 2lbs a week with a little effort, so I don’t think there’s really any reason I can’t do it again. And, of course, no matter what the app says, it's not like I'm gonna go eat a pint of ice-cream, just because the app says I've already lost 2lbs for the week, and I should be 1.5lbs. Ok. I MIGHT. But it's unlikely.
Saturday (tomorrow) is going to be interesting, too. I'm going to, for the first time, hit the elliptical and then the YORX machine that's been sitting downstairs for the best part of a year. Forty-five minutes of elliptical followed by twenty to thirty of weights, that should prove both interesting and painful. But it appears I'm drinkin' Saturday afternoon, too, so there is THAT to consider and plan for.