November 22, 2009

Big Month

Friends,

This past month has been the first full month at the new job, so getting used to that schedule and the long bus commute took a while. I've stopped being a strict vegetarian and have gone to taking turkey sandwiches for lunch. And, my right knee has turned into a bigger problem than before, aching regularly. My left knee starting hurting yesterday with a sharp stabbing sort of pain and today I couldn't work out because my left hip is killing me.

Those are my excuses as to why I didn't lose any weight this month. In fact, if my scale is correct (it's been fluctuating a lot lately), I gained 2 pounds. Now, I didn't go hog wild on food this month. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, actually, and I gained two fucking pounds. How? I don't know. I sort of expected it though because I haven't been a diligent with working out as I should be what with all the reasons I listed above. Well, it's not the turkey sandwiches fault I gained the weight. I don't think. You think? Turkey sandwiches? Naw. Not that.

It doesn't feel like I've gained two pounds either. Actually, I bought a pair of 38 X 34 Levi's today from Kohl's and they fit much better than the 38 X 34 Old Navy pants I bought last month some time. Is this two pounds of muscle? Maybe. Not likely. Well. Maybe a little. I notice my legs are getting a bit more cut around the upper thigh area.

By cut I mean there's a suggestion of muscle where there wasn't one before. And my arms, particularly my forearms, are like that too. Swear to god the other day, after I worked out, there was this vein popping out sort of in my forearm area. It was gross...and awesome. And by popping out I mean there was a suggestion of vein where there hadn't been before.

And I have been able to do some things I never done before. For example, I ran 3 miles not that long ago and loved it. I want to run more, but I'm afraid of walking around my apartment complex to get to a treadmill when it's dark so I can't really get there during the week. Sure, I could drive, but then I would stink up my car with sweaty clothes since my complex's shower facilities in the gym are substantially lacking. Also, if I want to run on the weekend, I have to get there buttcrack early to beat everyone else since the gym his a-hopping starting around 8:30, 9:00.

Alas, here's another month and another try at 5 pounds. However, I will end this year under 240 pounds, dammit. I want to have lost 40 pounds by the end of year. I hope my knees hold out. But, no bitching. No excuses. Let's do it.

You know, the one good thing about not hitting my weight loss goal this year is that I totally have one New Year's resolution already planned out for me.

viva el mustache

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