One Spooky Chick

Spooky Chick Sessions: 1 of 29

“In the Raw”

Post-gym. No shower, no make-up, no photoshop.

That probably won’t happen again.

Shrinking The Mouse: Extra Motivation

So, I only managed three days at the gym last week. But that’s okay. I had a good weekend, with awesome people, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

I was pretty good about what I ate, though I did drink too many Mike’s with all their nasty calories.  Hey, sometimes I need to send drunk text messages and photos of my cleavage at one in the morning, and Mike’s helps with that. Heh.

I’ve mentioned before that one of the main things that jump-started this whole weight loss kick was Facebook and me not liking the photos of me on there. I realized this weekend how much that’s changed. Of all the photos of me that popped up the last couple days, there’s only one I hate (mostly because it’s a bad angle). I’m not looking at any of the rest and wincing or pouting or anything like that. I don’t always feel like the 35 pounds I’ve lost in the last year make that big a difference, but I see it now, and it makes me happy.

I have to see myself every day, so I don’t usually notice the progress I’m making (and I sure as hell don’t have anyone around who’s going to point it out to me) but Sunday morning some year-old photos got tagged on Facebook and BAM now I see it. So thanks, Brian Keene. I don’t mean that sarcastically, either, or I would’ve just untagged them. I made it to the gym this morning because I saw a photo and thought “I’m not going back to that, man. No fucking way.”

So here it is…

(Photo stoled from Brian Keene.)

And now a photo from a few days ago…

(Photo stoled from Susan Scofield.)

Yeah, I’ve still got a lot of work to do. And the new photo has the benefit of a better haircut and color, a little make-up, a push-up bra, and not having the lovely Mary SanGiovanni looking all pretty next to me for comparison. :)

Still, the new photo makes me happy. Because it doesn’t make me cringe, and that’s how I know all this work is paying off.

So, here’s what I managed to get in at the gym last week…

Treadmill: 2 hours, 45 minutes; 8.52 miles

Stationary Bike: 6 hours, 66.56 miles

Weight Machines: 850 reps

Estimated Calories Burned: 3165

Not a great week, but at least the frustration I was feeling is melting away. This week will be short again, I’ve only gone one day so far, but I feel good. And I’m not giving up yet, I’ve come too far to turn back now.

Talley ho.

Haiku Nonsense Sessions: 31 of 31

I’m tired of fear,

It can go fuck itself, man.

Now brace for impact.

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Haiku Nonsense Sessions: 30 of 31

Worn away tombstones.

Dead leaves rattle in the wind.

Too many shadows.

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Haiku Nonsense Sessions: 29 of 31

Over the shoulder,

Yesterday in the rear-view.

Pedal to the floor.

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Haiku Nonsense Sessions: 28 of 31

Reality shards

Slice clean through the day dreaming.

Leave no prints behind.

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Haiku Nonsense Sessions: 27 of 31

Break-dancing heartbeats.

Silver beads of running sweat.

Outlast the dark night.

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Haiku Nonsense Sessions: 26 of 31

An unknown caller.

Laughter from another room.

Always mysteries.

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Haiku Nonsense Sessions: 25 of 31

The wall fell for you.

It was built for good reasons.

I regret nothing.

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Haiku Nonsense Sessions: 24 of 31

Spandex arteries.

Stretch to let the pain flow out.

Keep their sexy shape.

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Haiku Nonsense Sessions: 23 of 31

Little cracks appear.

Can’t wear this mask forever.

You should sleep lightly.

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Haiku Nonsense Sessions: 22 of 31

The laughing dog’s head

Said to turn left at the light.

Should have known better.

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Shrinking The Mouse: Week in Review

Another four day week. I seriously intended to go this morning to make up for missing Tuesday and to dump my rage all over Twitter, because that’s what happens Saturday at the gym. But the weather sucked big, slushy balls today. Plus I had to be at the airport at noon and I was paranoid I’d lose track of time. I am probably going tomorrow.

No weigh-in this week. I haven’t weighed myself in a few days. Mostly because I had pizza the other night, and a hot dog for lunch today, and I’m afraid the scale will be pissy at me.

So, here’s how I proved that I hate myself this week…

Treadmill Totals = 4 hours, 12.43 miles

Stationary Bike Totals = 8 hours & 25 minutes, 94.79 miles

Total Calories Burned = 4557 (!!)

Various Weight Machines = 2100 reps

That’s a lot of work. Between all that and the fact that I’m mostly just eating fruit and vegetables and a tiny bit of other stuff, I expected this to be going faster. I’m hoping the numbers are dropping slowly because I’m replacing the fat with muscle, using the weight machines and all that.

I still don’t know if there’s really a difference. The winter coats my mom got me for Christmas feel like they fit better, but I haven’t noticed anything else getting looser. Sometimes I think I see it, but sometimes I think I see purple monkeys, too, so I can’t really trust my own judgement.

I’ve started using the treadmill on a 3% incline, which really boosts the amount of calories burned without too much extra work. I would like to spend more time on the treadmill but it’s so god awful boring. Even watching the TV or listening to music/comedy/books, it still bores me to death. At least on the stationary bike I can read. I want to get a new mp3 player with a screen that’s not bitched up like mine so I can at least watch MST3k while I walk. That would rock pretty hard.

Hopefully I get a full five days in this week. Fingers crossed.

That’s all I’ve got.

Haiku Nonsense Sessions: 21 of 31

I may look harmless.

There’s a viper in my brain.

You tread lightly now.

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Haiku Nonsense Sessions: 20 of 31

Brittle dead flowers

Burn like paper and are gone.

Sit with me awhile.

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