This week’s weigh-in was 211 lbs., down two pounds from last week, three pounds since I started this two weeks ago. Three pounds in two weeks isn’t bad, but I also realize that this is the beginning, and it’s always easier to lose a few pounds at the start (or at least, it is for me).
I had a SCIFI.com review to write over lunch, so no pool for me today. Instead I went to the gym for 30 minutes on the elliptical machine.
In my ears: Geek Acres #146, featuring Wall-E for PS2, Batman on the History Channel, and more. I also started listening to the two hour mega-episode of the Star Wars podcast Order 66 # 26 - Worst Show Ever featuring Rodney Thompson of Wizards of the Coast.
The subject line says it all. It's been a while since I ran, so I dropped back to 20 minutes of intervals.
In my ears: The rest of 2d6 Feet in a Random Direction: Episode 34, which discusses D&D 4th Edition/GSL, as well as Traveller actual play.
Theoretically I should have mixed things up with the bike or treadmill today, but I took the easy way out and did the elliptical machine 'cause I was too damn tired. Still a decent work out, just not as hard as the other two options.
There's a fitness tradition that's evolved on Twitter (at least among my friends) called
"On Our Feet", in which we post a single tweet declaring "OOF" and then whatever exercise we did. It's largely motivational in nature -- if I see Doug or Zack from the GutcheckCast posting about working out, then that tends to inspire me to make sure I get my 30 minutes in as well. It's also a chance for an instant reward as folks shout encouragement from the virtual stands.
After long months of intermittent exercise brought on by family craziness, business trips, bouts of novel writing and a dozen other excuses, I'm finally getting back to a consistent exercise regime. I had been getting to the gym and pool intermittently over the spring and summer, but for the most part, I've been slacking.
And it shows.
I’d settled into a good routine. Get off work at 4:30 to 5:30 p.m., go to the gym, and then get home by 6:00 to 6:30 in time for dinner with the family. Take care of the kids – giving them baths and cleaning up the house – and help herd them into bed by 8:30. Then my wife and I would have the evening to ourselves. That was the theory, and it was also the practice for a good long while.
And then Luke became a toddler.
I look like death warmed over. There are deep bags under my eyes, my neck muscles are vise-tight despite a massage on Saturday, and my face has that hang-dog, puffy look that comes from one too many nights spent sleeping far too little.
This is actually an improvement.
Things were worse in December and January, which were hell on sleep in the Newquist household as the kids forgot how to sleep through the night, family emergencies smashed our piece of mind, and a nasty stomach virus had my wife and the baby fighting to keep food down. And while it feels like we’ve been under siege for the last three days fighting this virus. Not all of my sleep deprivation is family induced though. There was a marathon session of Civilization IV of Saturday night, and more than a few late night DVD forays to watch the two Resident Evil sequels, the first two discs of Doctor Who, Season 3, and the Futurama movie Bender’s Big Heist.
Some days, I’m my own worst enemy.
So that plan I had for GenCon to hit the gym every morning before my games started? Yeah, that didn't work out so well. Combined with 11 days of family vacation including lots of good food, but not a lot of hard exercise, GenCon saw me gain six pounds.