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I'm stressing again

I tend not to notice when I'm stressing until I notice some of my stress behaviour.

One of the major ones I have is over-eating.

I tend to over-eat over Christmas, but that's simply because of the sheer quantity of food that is around during the silly season, followed by Christmas day at Mum's (roast turkey with all the trimmings! My parents are Canadian, and as a result we get their traditional Christmas dinner). After Christmas was over, I continued with the over-eating, but I explained it away with the fact that I was writing the game for Arc, and I tend to snack a lot when I'm writing.

However, Arc is well and truly over, and I'm still over-eating (or at least, I was until earlier this week when I realised).

So, I'm getting back on the wagon, and eating properly again.

I started out at 110kg before I took control of my life, and got down to 82kg, and then started going to the gym and put on muscle, so my "regular" weight ended up stabilizing at about 86kg. Still more than I want it to be (I'm still carrying excess weight around my mid-section) but a huge improvement.

I weighed myself on Monday, and I was up to 89kg. A gain of 3kg (6.6lbs), and I know it's all fat as my pants are starting to get tight again. Hmm... Need to fix that.

So, it is with that in mind that I've changed my personal training appointments from once a week to twice a week. More expensive than before, but probably worth it in the long run.

You see, I suffer from one very serious problem. I am inherently lazy. Given a choice, I will inevitably do the one that requires the least amount of work, unless it's something that I really enjoy or something that I can't get away from. That's why most of my games get written in the last few weeks before I go away to the convention.

As a result, if I have to do something, I have to find a way to force myself to do it, otherwise it won't get done. It was towards this end that I started doing the weekly personal training appointments when I started going to the gym. The fact that I'm paying for the gym won't push me into going, as it's the same whether I go once or a hundred times a week, but with the personal training appointments, it's either I go at a particular date/time, or I lose the appointment, and lose the money associated with that appointment.

Over the next 2 and a half months until the move, I am going to be seriously pressed for time (made worse by my inherent desire to curl up in bed and ignore the universe), so if I don't make the time to go to the gym, it won't happen. Each one hour session is $50, but for what it's getting me, I think it's worth it.

So far this week, I had a personal training appointment on Monday after work, plus I ended up going Tuesday and Wednesday after work as well, and I have my second appointment for the week tonight after work.

For the personal training appointments I do a small warm up on the orbital trainer, and then we do all the major areas (legs, back, shoulders, chest, biceps, triceps and abs) followed by a good stretch (and believe me, I need the stretch). On days I go in myself I usually only do time on the orbital trainer as I am not comfortable doing weights and machines on my own (as most of you probably know, I have had in the past serious back problems, that while better now than they have been before, are still causing problems, so I'd rather not do those sort of things without someone else there just in case). Tuesday I followed the "Fat Burning" program for 30 minutes (plus 5 minute cool down), which aims to keep your heart rate within the recommended ranges for burning fat, and then on Wednesday I did the "Random" setting at level 12 for 30 minutes (plus 5).

I weighed myself this morning, and I was down to 88kg already, so I'm getting there.

Sorry for blathering, but I find it useful for getting my thoughts sorted.



( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 15th, 2007 10:39 am (UTC)
Know the feeling. I kind of fell in to the same trap.

Fight the good fight. Or failing that, the good looking fight. :oP
Feb. 15th, 2007 10:41 am (UTC)
Well done! It's so difficult to identify stress eating, and even more difficult to do something to stop it.
(I started at 113kg, this morning I was 76.5...only 11 more until I get to my major goal (I'd like another 5 or so of that, but it's not essential). Right now I'm having trouble convincing myself that it would be much better to go and pay for another quater with my personal trainer, than save the money for a holiday I have planned in March.)
Feb. 16th, 2007 09:56 am (UTC)
2 1/2 months til you move !!
Uh oh!
The Green One & I have been threatening you with a tea party for 4 years now, so guess what dear... you're going to get one.
Vomiting-cow teapot with matching milk jug, sugarbowl, cheese dish & kettle; lace doilies & tablecloth; good china; teaspoons; cakeforks; scones, jam, cream; sponge cake [almost no fat, so nyah!]; cucumber sandwiches; ALL the trimmings.
& you have to dress up. NO, you do not need to wear a floral hat, but if you want to...
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