Weight (3/21): 208
Weight (3/29): 206.5
Weight (4/13): 201.7
Weight (4/19): 200.4
Weight (4/26): 200.2
Change: .2 pounds.
Ok, this looks bad. Really bad. But, it's not, and here are my excuses. Ok, first of all, I went to Toronto on Thursday, and spent 72 hours walking around the city, eating lots of delicious foreign food, drinking a lot, and throwing up. Unfortunately, I never threw up early enough to lose any of the food, so the only thing that came up was the booze.
That being said, I still managed to loose .2 pounds despite not running for 4 days (yesterday I was just a lazy asshole). It's ok though. I've got 3 weeks, and I'm going to lose 10 pounds in those 3 weeks. That's my goal. 10 pounds, 3 weeks. Break!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Running Man: Day 30
Went for a full hour run, then weighed myself. I wasn't expecting much since I went home from last Wednesday until Sunday, and I tried really hard to eat good portions and eat healthy, but my mom just kept shoving food down my throat. So here's my new weigh-in:
Day 1:
Weight (3/21): 208
Weight (3/29): 206.5
Weight (4/13): 201.7
Weight (4/19): 200.4
Change: 1.3 pounds. 7.6 pounds in one month.
Again, about 2.5 pounds off where I wanted to be, but really, as long as it keeps going down, I'm happy. After starting at 218 this semester, I'm pretty pumped just to have reached 200.
Day 1:
Weight (3/21): 208
Weight (3/29): 206.5
Weight (4/13): 201.7
Weight (4/19): 200.4
Change: 1.3 pounds. 7.6 pounds in one month.
Again, about 2.5 pounds off where I wanted to be, but really, as long as it keeps going down, I'm happy. After starting at 218 this semester, I'm pretty pumped just to have reached 200.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Running Man: Day 23
Day 1:
Weight (3/21): 208
Weight (3/29): 206.5
Weight (4/13): 201.7
Change: 4.8 (or 2.4 per week).
So, yeah, this is more like what I was thinking. About 2.5 a week. I'd just like to say that I've lost 15 pounds so far this semester, which this week is 3 months. That's 5 pounds a month, but about 10 pounds in the last month. Considering I stopped running after the first two weeks of the semester due to unforeseen circumstances, and the next 6 weeks consisted of either not eating, or overeating, well, I'm glad where I am.
So let's see... 19 weeks until Fall Semester starts. If I keep up with this pace, or at least 2 pounds a week, that'll end at 38 pounds, putting me at 163 pounds. Now, I planned on losing 30 pounds this semester, but with only 4 weeks left, I'd need to lose 4 pounds a week essentially. If I lose 10 more pounds, for a total of around 25 this semester, I will be very happy. My goal is 170 by the end of summer, and 2.5 pounds a week will get me there.
I never made a new years resolution before, and my goals are usually stupid things. This was the first real goal I've ever set for myself, and I might actually be able to do it. I haven't told many people, but I think I will. This is the first thing I've been really happy about in months, and I'm actually pretty proud of it.
Weight (3/21): 208
Weight (3/29): 206.5
Weight (4/13): 201.7
Change: 4.8 (or 2.4 per week).
So, yeah, this is more like what I was thinking. About 2.5 a week. I'd just like to say that I've lost 15 pounds so far this semester, which this week is 3 months. That's 5 pounds a month, but about 10 pounds in the last month. Considering I stopped running after the first two weeks of the semester due to unforeseen circumstances, and the next 6 weeks consisted of either not eating, or overeating, well, I'm glad where I am.
So let's see... 19 weeks until Fall Semester starts. If I keep up with this pace, or at least 2 pounds a week, that'll end at 38 pounds, putting me at 163 pounds. Now, I planned on losing 30 pounds this semester, but with only 4 weeks left, I'd need to lose 4 pounds a week essentially. If I lose 10 more pounds, for a total of around 25 this semester, I will be very happy. My goal is 170 by the end of summer, and 2.5 pounds a week will get me there.
I never made a new years resolution before, and my goals are usually stupid things. This was the first real goal I've ever set for myself, and I might actually be able to do it. I haven't told many people, but I think I will. This is the first thing I've been really happy about in months, and I'm actually pretty proud of it.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Running Man: Day 15- Sickness
So, last Wednesday I got some sort of illness. I ran, then couldn't sleep that night. Thursday, I threw up and pooped everything in my body. In the end I literally was puking and pooping the same milky water. The water out of my ass was a little yellower though.
Anyways, so, I've taken a little break. Tomorrow I start up again, but I'm kinda disappointed I fell off pace. We'll see how it affected me.
Anyways, so, I've taken a little break. Tomorrow I start up again, but I'm kinda disappointed I fell off pace. We'll see how it affected me.
Being Single
The other night I was up pretty late bitching about being the third wheel to one of my friends. He had been broken up in a similar way to me; been with a girl for 2 and a half years, thought they were in love, thought things would work out, but then girl dumps him. Both of our ex-girlfriends began sleeping with other people practically right away. Well, I don't know that mine did, but she started seeing someone not long after, and it's not like I'm going to pretend she didn't like sex.
Anyways, he and I talked a while and he said something that kinda hit me. Instead of thinking about the negatives (holy crap there are a lot. Even the other night, when I watched "Up" I thought "Who the hell am I going to go see Pixar movies with??" If I show up at a Disney movie now by myself, the cops will be called) I have to think about the positives of being single. I laughed for a second, but he listed off a few things and I was like, "You know, I won't have to deal with her when she's on her period anymore."
And Bam, they started flowing out. This is the start of "Why Being Single is Awesome" my attempt to trick myself into actually believing who I am now is better than who I was before.
1) No more periods.
Now, I know I'll run into periods again. Every woman has them. My ex's though were pretty bad. She didn't get pissy, she didn't get mad. She got sad. This may seem like a stupid thing to complain about, but let me tell you, when she was on her period, suddenly everything was a catastrophy. Last semester, every one of our relationship "fights" occurred when she was bleeding. It was like a dementor hovered around her when she was on her period. Even before last semester though, that's always when she'd ask "What if we don't make it?" "Why haven't you proposed to me?" "I don't want to go back to school 3 months from now." Being the amazing boyfriend I was, I bit my lip and tried to be comforting. I accepted these were her periods, and as the significant other I had to put up with that shit. When she broke up with me she was on her period.
Let me tell you though, her periods were particularly bad the last year though. She was an amazing girlfriend, and being so, she went and got an IUD put in while at UVM. We talked about it alot, and I wanted it to be her choice; it was free, part of a survey. The side effect though was that her period suddenly became twice to three times as long. She didn't bleed the whole time; she spotted for a few days, and she always would be "one day away" from the big flow. During the summer, our potential sex days were suddenly cut in half. During the school year, our already limited sexual windows became near nonexistent, with only one weekend a month turning into a sex crazed fuck-fest. To be honest, I didn't mind. I thought I had my entire life to have sex with her (the sex was great). Again, I was wrong.
So, periods not only gut into my emotional happiness by turning her into a walking tear-machine, but they also cut into the potential sex time. Unfortunately I'm not sure where that leaves me now; I love not having to deal with an emotional wreck, but I'm not having sex at all. And, I'm still getting over this break up, so I'm still emotionally stressed anyways. But, it's almost like an investment. Sure, it's tough right now to look on the brightside of having no periods, but once I don't care anymore, I'm sure I'll love their absence.
I had a few other ones, and I'll be sure to post them as they come up.
Anyways, he and I talked a while and he said something that kinda hit me. Instead of thinking about the negatives (holy crap there are a lot. Even the other night, when I watched "Up" I thought "Who the hell am I going to go see Pixar movies with??" If I show up at a Disney movie now by myself, the cops will be called) I have to think about the positives of being single. I laughed for a second, but he listed off a few things and I was like, "You know, I won't have to deal with her when she's on her period anymore."
And Bam, they started flowing out. This is the start of "Why Being Single is Awesome" my attempt to trick myself into actually believing who I am now is better than who I was before.
1) No more periods.
Now, I know I'll run into periods again. Every woman has them. My ex's though were pretty bad. She didn't get pissy, she didn't get mad. She got sad. This may seem like a stupid thing to complain about, but let me tell you, when she was on her period, suddenly everything was a catastrophy. Last semester, every one of our relationship "fights" occurred when she was bleeding. It was like a dementor hovered around her when she was on her period. Even before last semester though, that's always when she'd ask "What if we don't make it?" "Why haven't you proposed to me?" "I don't want to go back to school 3 months from now." Being the amazing boyfriend I was, I bit my lip and tried to be comforting. I accepted these were her periods, and as the significant other I had to put up with that shit. When she broke up with me she was on her period.
Let me tell you though, her periods were particularly bad the last year though. She was an amazing girlfriend, and being so, she went and got an IUD put in while at UVM. We talked about it alot, and I wanted it to be her choice; it was free, part of a survey. The side effect though was that her period suddenly became twice to three times as long. She didn't bleed the whole time; she spotted for a few days, and she always would be "one day away" from the big flow. During the summer, our potential sex days were suddenly cut in half. During the school year, our already limited sexual windows became near nonexistent, with only one weekend a month turning into a sex crazed fuck-fest. To be honest, I didn't mind. I thought I had my entire life to have sex with her (the sex was great). Again, I was wrong.
So, periods not only gut into my emotional happiness by turning her into a walking tear-machine, but they also cut into the potential sex time. Unfortunately I'm not sure where that leaves me now; I love not having to deal with an emotional wreck, but I'm not having sex at all. And, I'm still getting over this break up, so I'm still emotionally stressed anyways. But, it's almost like an investment. Sure, it's tough right now to look on the brightside of having no periods, but once I don't care anymore, I'm sure I'll love their absence.
I had a few other ones, and I'll be sure to post them as they come up.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
The Third Wheel
I'm going to preface this little story with an explanation. 4 and a half years ago, I started dating a girl. We didn't have a lot in common, but we had similar personalities. Over time, we developed mutual interests, but the problem was we were the only couple in our group of friends. Thus, when we weren't going on our own dates, we were doing group activities. Inevitably though, there would be times when it was us and just one of our friends. At the time, I didn't see what the big deal was. Sure we were gross; we held hands, kissed at odd times, hugged spontaneously. So really gross. But we talked alot, asked a lot of questions, were fun people. Think about all the things you can do with couples you can't do alone? Go Apple Picking, go out to dinner, catch a movie. Sure it's awkward, but it's something, isn't it?
Well, I've been out of that relationship for 2 months, and I have officially decided that being the Third Wheel is absolute horseshit. This is not only a rant about how horseshit it is, but also an apology to all those people who once tagged along with me and my ex; I'm sorry for the excruciating awkwardness we piled on you. I'm sorry for every meaningful look we exchanged, every wink, every squeeze of the hand, and most importantly, every embrace of the arms or lips. It's fucking horrible, and I'm sorry to have put your through that. From the deepest and most sincerest part of my heart, please believe me when I say I had no idea what I was putting you through, and now that I do, I hope you'll forgive me.
Why am I doing this? The short answer: I'm single. Who else am I going to tell this to? I had a revelation today, and this is my chance to share it with the world. Mostly though, because I don't have anything better to do. Also, this was originally a post on Facebook, where people might actually read it. Now it's just locked away here in my blog, where no one will ever see it again...
So, here are the things that lead to my epiphany.
This afternoon I tried to get a group of my friends to play bocci. One was camping, one was working, a few others were hanging out with other people, but two of my friends were available. They happen to be an adorable couple. They literally are exactly what you imagine your parents looking like 20 years ago. And, god bless them, they are not nearly as uncomfortably cuddly as my relationship was.
Even so, that bocci game is what showed me how horrible it was to be the third wheel. It wasn't even things they were doing; they weren't holding hands, swapping spit, or even being that adorable most of the time. But it was still there in the back of my head, like the old Sesame Street song, "One of these things is not like the other." I feel horrible saying it, because I love these two people to death, and I have never felt any animosity toward them, but at that moment I was terrified at the notion of being the third-wheel.
I couldn't believe how awkward I felt, even without them doing anything. I had hung out with them before, and never felt that tension ever. Was it just because the last 2 months have been pretty rough that I didn't notice? Or was it the weather, this warmth that just caused relationships to blossom and spill allergens all over the people around them?
So, that's the mindset I was in this evening. Terrified that I would be the odd-man out, the tag-along, the third wheel. I called my friends to see what they were doing, and they said to stop by whenever. I got inside to find out that I was no longer the third-wheel. I was the 7th wheel. 7th! The couple from before, and two other "pairs," both to varying degrees of seriousness. It still was apparent, and my fear from earlier just grew and grew as I sat in the room. How do you become a 7th wheel?! I quickly thought up an escape plan; "Yeah, I'm gonna head out." "What, so soon?" "Yea... i was just stopping in on my way to..." "Oh, ok. Well, have fun!" And that was that.
Maybe it's just part of the phases of breaking up, but couples seem to be everywhere. This was probably just another phase; like some sick Alfred Hitchcock film, I feel like couples are swooping in around me, trying to peck my eyes out. Hopefully, it's just a phase, because these are my friends. Summer of Junior year, one of my friends spent 5 weeks as the third-wheel to me and my ex. 5 weeks. I couldn't even go an entire bocci match without thinking "it blows being the third-wheel."
Melodramatic? Maybe? A Waste of 90 minutes of my own time? Certainly not. I had a lot of fun writing this, and at the same time I was talking with a friend I've made in the last 2 months, and it was a pretty good conversation. About as enlightening as this rant about being the third wheel.
Again, I'd just like to say, I'm soooooo soooooo sooooo friggin' sorry to anyone who ever was the third wheel to me and Meagan. Literally, we were probably the worst couple to third-wheel with. It's sickening to think how touchy-feely we were, and how "mom and dad"ish our questions probably sounded, and how that probably made anyone with us want to jump in front of traffic. Before today, I didn't realize what you went through, but now that I know, I hope you'll accept my apology.
If either member of the couple I mentioned in this post read this, please know I don't mean anything against you guys by this post. I love you both, and you two are amazing. Today it hit me though, even more than any other time, being single may blow, but being single in the midst of a couple is even worse. I hope you'll still play bocci with me, and still be the adorable couple I think you are, and don't let anything change that.
Yeah, it's 2:15...
Well, I've been out of that relationship for 2 months, and I have officially decided that being the Third Wheel is absolute horseshit. This is not only a rant about how horseshit it is, but also an apology to all those people who once tagged along with me and my ex; I'm sorry for the excruciating awkwardness we piled on you. I'm sorry for every meaningful look we exchanged, every wink, every squeeze of the hand, and most importantly, every embrace of the arms or lips. It's fucking horrible, and I'm sorry to have put your through that. From the deepest and most sincerest part of my heart, please believe me when I say I had no idea what I was putting you through, and now that I do, I hope you'll forgive me.
Why am I doing this? The short answer: I'm single. Who else am I going to tell this to? I had a revelation today, and this is my chance to share it with the world. Mostly though, because I don't have anything better to do. Also, this was originally a post on Facebook, where people might actually read it. Now it's just locked away here in my blog, where no one will ever see it again...
So, here are the things that lead to my epiphany.
This afternoon I tried to get a group of my friends to play bocci. One was camping, one was working, a few others were hanging out with other people, but two of my friends were available. They happen to be an adorable couple. They literally are exactly what you imagine your parents looking like 20 years ago. And, god bless them, they are not nearly as uncomfortably cuddly as my relationship was.
Even so, that bocci game is what showed me how horrible it was to be the third wheel. It wasn't even things they were doing; they weren't holding hands, swapping spit, or even being that adorable most of the time. But it was still there in the back of my head, like the old Sesame Street song, "One of these things is not like the other." I feel horrible saying it, because I love these two people to death, and I have never felt any animosity toward them, but at that moment I was terrified at the notion of being the third-wheel.
I couldn't believe how awkward I felt, even without them doing anything. I had hung out with them before, and never felt that tension ever. Was it just because the last 2 months have been pretty rough that I didn't notice? Or was it the weather, this warmth that just caused relationships to blossom and spill allergens all over the people around them?
So, that's the mindset I was in this evening. Terrified that I would be the odd-man out, the tag-along, the third wheel. I called my friends to see what they were doing, and they said to stop by whenever. I got inside to find out that I was no longer the third-wheel. I was the 7th wheel. 7th! The couple from before, and two other "pairs," both to varying degrees of seriousness. It still was apparent, and my fear from earlier just grew and grew as I sat in the room. How do you become a 7th wheel?! I quickly thought up an escape plan; "Yeah, I'm gonna head out." "What, so soon?" "Yea... i was just stopping in on my way to..." "Oh, ok. Well, have fun!" And that was that.
Maybe it's just part of the phases of breaking up, but couples seem to be everywhere. This was probably just another phase; like some sick Alfred Hitchcock film, I feel like couples are swooping in around me, trying to peck my eyes out. Hopefully, it's just a phase, because these are my friends. Summer of Junior year, one of my friends spent 5 weeks as the third-wheel to me and my ex. 5 weeks. I couldn't even go an entire bocci match without thinking "it blows being the third-wheel."
Melodramatic? Maybe? A Waste of 90 minutes of my own time? Certainly not. I had a lot of fun writing this, and at the same time I was talking with a friend I've made in the last 2 months, and it was a pretty good conversation. About as enlightening as this rant about being the third wheel.
Again, I'd just like to say, I'm soooooo soooooo sooooo friggin' sorry to anyone who ever was the third wheel to me and Meagan. Literally, we were probably the worst couple to third-wheel with. It's sickening to think how touchy-feely we were, and how "mom and dad"ish our questions probably sounded, and how that probably made anyone with us want to jump in front of traffic. Before today, I didn't realize what you went through, but now that I know, I hope you'll accept my apology.
If either member of the couple I mentioned in this post read this, please know I don't mean anything against you guys by this post. I love you both, and you two are amazing. Today it hit me though, even more than any other time, being single may blow, but being single in the midst of a couple is even worse. I hope you'll still play bocci with me, and still be the adorable couple I think you are, and don't let anything change that.
Yeah, it's 2:15...
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