As for music, I don't really listen to music when I exercise. All day long I hear noise. My kid or my kid pretending it's his stuffed Angry Birds and not him screaming, the TV, coworkers or the noise of a busy office... By the end of the day I want to stick a letter opener into my eardrum because I just cannot take the noise. Remember the The Grinch? All that noise, noise, noise! Remember that's why he hated the Whos? I get it. I'd steal their Christmas too. OK, maybe not, but I might mutter under my breath that I wish they would shut the eff up. If you consult with my office-mate you'd find that all day long I'm audibly wishing people would shut up. I bet it's really annoying for her.
My point on that tirade is that when I go out for my walk, I listen to nothing. The background noise of cars or birds or pit bulls growling or squirrel fights is enough. I do listen to the creepy robotic voice on MapMyWalk tell me how far I've gone and how long I've been walking, but sometimes I turn her down because she gets on my nerves, too.
When I was training for a 5K a many years ago, I listened to the Green Day album that was popular around the time, with that Batman song about the city streets. I'm really bad with song names. But it worked for my pace. If I was going to treadmill train again I'd probably listen to that (on my portable CD player!) because I'm a creature of habit.
I've been sticking to my goals of no alcohol (none since 9/4) and not buying lunch or breakfast on weekdays. I miss my friends at Chipotle and I think they miss me too. I've been walking every day except Saturday, yesterday and today. I'm really pissed about the last two days because I find it really irritating when my workload infringes upon my me time.
I'm going to come clean about numbers. Really I'm coming clean about math skills. Trying to be vague is making it harder to report progress. Reporting progress helps to keep me on track and really what do I care if people know the number of pounds I am? You can look at me and see I'm overweight, so I just decided it's silly to hide it. My estimates were off in my original post because I can't do mental math, so here is the whole truth.
My healthy weight is between 98 and 128 pounds, depending on who you ask. I'm just under 5' tall. On Labor Day, I was 162.8. Today I'm 157.4. Two days ago I was 157, but don't tell anyone that I'm still weighing myself every day.
I haven't been 98 pounds since high school and I'm 36, so, um, no, that's not happening. I was 128 when I found out I was pregnant in 2006 and I still felt like I could stand to lose another 5-10 pounds. So I'm shooting for 120. If I'm 125 in good shape (you know, muscle weight and all that jazz), then fine. I know it isn't all about the numbers but I also know that without a goal weight, even a goal weight range, I'm going to stay where I am which is unacceptable.
I'm down 5.4 pounds. At least I think I am, I'm too lazy to get a calculator. To hit my goal, I have 37.4 pounds to lose. There, now we're on the same page.
I reread this post and it sounds really grumpy. I'm not going to change it and pretend that this isn't how I'm feeling. I don't know if it's adjusting to a diet that doesn't include stress eating or a variety of other difficulties, but I am grumpy. Maybe I'm grumpy from missing my walks. Sorry for the TMI, but I'm ovulating and that makes me hormonal and grouchy. (Anyone else get this? I swear it's like I PMS twice a month.) Normally I take out this aggression on food and the snack of apple slices and graham crackers I just had is just not anger management cuisine. Give me a bowl of melted cheese and then we can talk. Except don't give me a bowl of melted cheese because I need to lose 37.4 pounds.
I'm going to wrap this up. My kid and I are going to go for a walk when he finishes his snack. It's not going to be a real calorie burner, but it's better than sitting here complaining.
See you all in Week 4!