Day 21: Being Offline Wasn’t Bad

Due to circumstances beyond my comprehension, I was offline for a week.  My notebook would shake hands with the local access points — I tried three nearby — but then cut off the data flow.  Eventually, I got on for a few hours and Annienygma suggested I restore the computer to factory settings; the website she sent me showed me how, and now I’m back.  That worked, and, in the process, took off the traces of the two previous owners, so the computer is most essentially mine.  I’m very fond of the previous owners, but it’s nice to see my name on the login in page.

While offline, I stuck pretty close to the diet, generally under the goal until the day before payday, when I started munching on bacon and tortillas.  The next day was all cashew chicken — read zucchini and celery punctuated by chicken and an occasional carrot — so I’m satisfied I’ll be down at least the requisite four pounds.  I also got a lot more physical activity in, as I attacked the clutter pile despite the heat, sorting and trashing as I went.  Some days were more difficult than others; it was hard to stay hydrated in temperatures over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and my back needs stretching and flexing before I can bend over a dozen times picking things up from the floor.  Even so, I made a lot of progress and dug up another two bushels of paperwork that needs to be scanned and shredded when it’s too hot to do heavier labor, as well as the thumb drive that stores the scanned files.  The drive is now on a ribbon, hanging on a nail between my bedroom door and the head of my bed.  I did some other organizing as well, but that belongs in its own post.

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Day Eleven: Taking Stock

So here we are at the morning of Day Ten, more or less.  Eleven, if we must be technical.  Overall, I am pleased with how the changes are coming along.  I’m averaging 1695 net calories intake out of 1790 a day, and exercising enough to count about every other day.  I doubled my calories burned per week to 600 and minutes doing it to 60, but in reality it will take me longer to do the 600, which about half of what I’ve done in five days’ counting, as I am moving fairly slowly and I am being conservative in crediting myself the burn values.

Other things are coming together as well.  I’ve had a chronic ‘stuff’ problem since I was a kid.  Like my weight, holding onto things that gave me joy and defiantly spreading them around me in my room was one of my ongoing micro-rebellions against being swept along in a tide of others’ demands.  My mother studied interior design as well as accounting in college, and though the accounting skills served her better financially, she craved neatness and the clean lines of 1960s Shaker and Ethan Allen Colonial furniture.  I can’t say I blame her, but back in the day I was a hard-headed kid who wanted a space and things of her own, which was right out to our parents’ way of thinking.  Fifty years later, Bryan and I have lived in one building longer than I have lived in one place in all the rest of my life.  We have furniture enough and then some, and I have my own room and stuff to put in it that is mine to keep or toss as I choose.  The delight as I jettison things is fading as I finally feel I have enough stability to discard the things that do not serve me instead of worrying whether I should keep something against disaster or pass it on to someone else who may need it.  Right now, for instance, one extra potato peeler is enough, as are one extra can opener and two variations on bottle openers divided between the kitchen drawers and a storage bin we keep to catch the excess that may eventually be tossed or passed on.  Gradually, one work sprint at a time, a couple hundred calories burned in the process, I’m unhooking the anchors that kept me from losing myself then but now mostly hold me in place when I need to move and prepare for other, more satisfactory challenges ahead.

Day Two

So far so good.  Really, really good.  My roommate and I dined last night on slices of a pork sirloin roasted on a bed of rosemary branches and sprigs of thyme cut from the plants in the planter garden beside our front door.  He — my roommate — had a game to attend in the evening, so I cooked it up in the afternoon with the air conditioner doing double duty against the outside heat and the heat of the oven, so we could both enjoy it before he left.  I admit it was not the best timing from an energy conservation standpoint, but we had lovely meat that was was hot and juicy when we wanted it, and we’ll probably finish it up sometime tomorrow or Monday.

I ate all I wanted of the roast without going over my calorie limit, too, thanks to both the high limit and the heat.  With afternoon temperatures around 100 degrees Fahrenheit, I’m drinking water and unsweetened tea constantly to keep hydrated, and I find I am a little nauseous from the time I get up in the morning until I’ve had my first pint of water and a few crackers to settle my stomach.  Fortunately, the early morning isn’t intolerable, so that’s when I get most of my physical work done for the day.

Thanks to a friend who told me about MyFitnessPal early this morning, I’ve been able to track that physical work as cardio in addition to the walking I was able to get in running around with laundry and picking up the mail.  I pegged doing a load of laundry at the lowest level of moderate task because, even though I sweat and breathe hard doing it, I didn’t think the process of hauling laundry to the wash room and back was much in terms of exercise, but the breakdown of the activity showed that at my weight roughly 20 minutes of actively picking up clothes, carting them to the laundry room, loading the machine and all that burned 95 calories, which was most of my cardio goal for today.  In cooler conditions I can do more trips back and forth to the laundry room before wearing out, and the burn rate will gradually drop as the weight comes off, but I am mightily impressed with myself.

According to MyFitnessPal, I shouldn’t net more than 1,790 calories per day to hit the one-pound-a-week goal.  The net calories, though, are what I eat minus how much I burn in exercise, so today’s net goal is 1,928 calories, of which I’ve eaten just over 1,000.  It’s getting dark, and I’m at last hungry again, so I’ll nuke some popcorn later to kick the carbs up.  That seems to be where I’m lacking the most.

I hope you’re enjoying my nattering.  I haven’t figured out how to set up the comments box yet, but I’m hoping to get it sorted in the morning.  For now, thanks for coming by!