Well. That was an epic fail. My husband lost his job at the end of last year and I compensated with chicken. And pizza. And tacos. You know the regular crew. Between October 2013 and May 2014 I gained 25 pounds. I blamed the food. And yes, the food definitely has something to do with it.
But. (yes. but) There's a bigger issue here. I don't move during the day. I don't move. At all. None. Zilch.
You see that period? That's how far I travel. Not far. My typical schedule:
- 5:30 am - Wake up
- 6:15 am - Out the door
- 7:15 am - Get to work
- 4:45 pm - Leave work
- 6:05 pm - Get to daycare
- 6:30 pm - Get home, do home stuff
- 8:30 pm - Close door on toddler after saying goodnight
- 8:45 pm - Assume the position in front of the laptop to write words
- 11:30 pm - Go to bed
- 11:45 pm - Actually put phone down and go to sleep
At home I park in the driveway.
At work I park close to the door.
The printer is 4 steps (literally) from my desk.
A round trip to the bathroom is 122 steps.
At my old job, I had to walk up hill 4 miles in the snow both ways to get to the door. It was horrible. HOR. RI. BLE. The bathroom wasn't close. The lunchroom wasn't close. Nothing was close. Everything was far. The best part about being pregnant was the super parking pass that let me park close to the door. It was THAT bad. But... that wretched walk was probably all that saved me from wearing a size 532.
|Even worse in the snow!!!!|
One of my writing clients is Withings. They have awesome products that help you get in shape and live a healthy lifestyle. And they were kind enough to let me use some of their products to help me lose this weight. The Pulse O2 tracks activity as well as can take your pulse and check your oxygenation.
Thanks to the activity tracker it is PAINFULLY obvious how much I don't move. On a busy day at work, I may hit 1,500 steps. Maybe. If I had to pee a lot. A measly 1,500. I started taking the stairs down every time, but even all 6 floors is only about 300 steps. Yes down. I did up once and sounded like Darth Vader and Bane's asthmatic child at my desk for 10 minutes afterwards. I was convinced that I was oxygen deficient. I was going to pass out. I used the Pulse to check my oxygenation - 98%. I was fine, just fat. I'm working on it.
Goal 0 times. That's me. I'm a fantastic under achiever. So. I'm going to keep working on it. Taking the stairs, walking the long way to the car, getting in the steps where I can. Because even if I only eat lettuce (will totally never happen) if I don't get moving nothing else will matter.
Needless to say, I'm back on the journey. And trying to find a way to squeeze in some exercise. sssssqqqquuueeeeezzzzeeeeee.
What helps you get in the fitness? And what on earth do you do with your hair?!?!?!