Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Fat of Pi

Dear Fat,

Math is awesome.  It's like freaking amazing.  I'm going to murder you with math.  Marvelous.

I joined mynetdiary last week to track how much I overeat.  Week 1(well, half of a week): I overate everyday by like 400-500 calories.  WHOA!  However, my daily allotted calories in order to lose 2 lbs/week was a reduction of 947 calories daily.  With half a week, at half of my goal reduction, I lost 1 quarter of my target weight loss for the week.  Is that right?  Oh yes it freaking is.  Math: woo!

Yesterday, I magically managed to stay under my allotted calories, and get this, after exercising, I had 300+ leftover calories for the day.  Too bad it's not nearly enough to counteract the insane overeating that occurred this weekend.  When the waitress at Roscoe's judges you for ordering too much food, you know you have issues.  In my flimsy defense, it was the first thing I had eaten all day... at 3 pm... so my crazy starvation mode brain had me order way too much.  I don't really have an excuse for why I kept eating long after I felt full (about 6 bites in) but you know, hopefully I'll get that impulse under control too.  Hopefully.

Those PSAs were right.  Math is power.

Indefatigably yours,

Fatticus

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Fattin' in the Rain

Dear Fat,

Quelle est cette langueur qui pénètre mon coeur?  Every passing year seems to solidify my identity as a Californian.  I like the rain.  I do.  But I feel so tired . . . so bored yet unmotivated . . . so fat and lazy.

I started listening to Pandora recently to expand my musical tastes, but so far, the only songs I've really liked are the ones I already have.  This may turn out to be a slower process than I expected. 

That's not directly related to diet or exercise, I know, but I was thinking about how I don't really listen to music when I jog or when I do other things while most other people seem to be plugged into their iPods all day.  It's not that I don't enjoy music.  I actually wish that I had a piano here to practice in the evenings, and I still want to learn how to play guitar.  When I was a child, my grandmother told me how she would really like to play the guitar.  Since she never had the chance to learn, I decided to pick it up in her place.

I do have a problem where I can't really articulate why I like or dislike certain songs.  I'm starting to get comfortable defending my taste in film, but even there, I don't really have a good understanding of its technical aspects.  In both of these areas, though, I do know that I appreciate sincerity in a work, whether it is serious or humorous or whatever.  Actually, that may be why I like musicals so much: songs that have deeper meaning in context of a story.  And you know that I love stories.

In any case, I don't listen to music when I jog partly because I don't like having electronic things in my ears when they get sweaty but mainly because I find it be a semi-meditative state: being in tune with my body as my lungs burn with fire and my abs collapse in agony; as my legs grow numb and my face explodes with sweat and heat.  Yeah, it's awesome.  I love jogging.

But seriously.  The repetition of putting one foot in front of the other, inhaling through my nose for four paces, exhaling through my mouth for three, and chanting "I'm not going to die.  I'm not going to die.  I'm not going to die . . .": it's painful, but it's a good time to think.

Anyway, my FoF summary for the past week(s):
 - I jogged twice over the weekend, 30 minutes on Saturday and 20 minutes on Sunday.
 - I still do 50 crunches every night.  I think I need to up the number.
 - I am now keeping an online food diary that tells me that I overeat everyday
 - I lost 6 pounds!

Kale, however, is a little less delicious this week.  What leaf is next?

Thinking arugula,

I.M.