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,



  1. I.M. so proud of you! Since it's probably gonna rain all day, we should just find an inconspicuous place to do an ab workout instead of jogging. I suggest the conference room, because I would giggle too much in the library.

  2. Mustard greens! Ooor, you can always get the "Southern" blend from Trader Joe's that has collards, kale, mustard greens...and....I think something else...

    I also use the "I'm not going to die" mantra. I just don't believe it half of the time :).