Monthly Archives: June 2014

FitBit

fitbit-mapI have to give snaps to the FitBit people. The new GPS feature for iOS is really cool, and may eliminate the need for Endomondo – or at least will be a nice supplement to that (and if you’re an Android user, sucks to be you [and not just because you have an Android] – the GPS functionality has not been implemented on that platform yet).

Additionally, I’ve been talking to the FitBit gang, and they’re sending me something that should be pretty cool. Free of charge, no less – very cool move on behalf of their customer service. Kohl’s could take a lesson (long story). So, I should get a little package in the mail in the next couple of days, which should be pretty neat.

Also, I understand Tory Burch is launching a line of FitBit accessories. No word on what yet – presumably, fancy bracelets or some other type of bling. I have a bunch of different colored bands, but it would be really cool to have a stylish metal bracelet. Yeah, I’m kinda a jewelry whore. And if you don’t know what Tory Burch is, then you probably can’t afford it. No doubt the accessories will be pricey, but hey, fashion is never cheap.

Oh, and if you’re keeping score at home, I’m at 1,135,600 steps on the month. 1.2 million should be no problem. Sheesh, no wonder I’m tired. 🙂

Don’t Look Behind That Curtain

Finally, someone saying it like it is. John Oliver rocks. Not that it will matter – the weight loss/supplement industry preys on the fat and stupid. And I know, because I used to be one of them (well, the fat part, anyway; stupid is debatable). I’ve tried all sorts of these alleged “miracle cures”, and I can tell you, they don’t do anything apart from manufacturing expensive urine. But the industry wants you to believe that you can take a pill, and everything will be all right, making you a hunka-hunka burning love. Whether it’s making your wallet thinner by tricking you into buying supplements that do nothing, or getting you to voluntarily give up your personal information (which will undoubtedly be sold to 3rd parties) with the promise of “rewards” for fitness, the industry, for the most part, is a cesspool of scammers trying to make a buck off your low self-image. Fitness is its own reward; I don’t need some wristband or water bottle as a present for being healthy, and I certainly don’t want to give up my personal information and allow The Machine more access to my eating/spending/social habits. I’ve seen “The Terminator” and I know what happens when the machinery gets out of control.

There is no magic mechanism to lose weight and become healthy. Exercise, eat right, drink plenty of water, eliminate as much stress as possible, and get some decent sleep, and that bitch goddess Mother Nature will take care of the rest.

Take 16 minutes out of your day, and learn something new:

Done, and Done.

I did it.

goalmetThere it is. Goal met. Officially, on the scale, that’s 45 pounds lost – but that’s net pounds. Because I work out with weights, I’ve gained quite a bit of muscle – probably 10 pounds – so technically, I lost 55 or so pounds gross (emphasis on “gross”). But because I’m a numbers guy, I go with the hard data – and the hard data is 45 pound gone. Forever.

So, of course, I immediately revised my goal to lose another 10 pounds (9.8, actually). I should be able to make that by late July, but I have to continue to work hard, eat right, and most importantly, keep a positive attitude. While I do want to bask in my success, at least briefly, maintenance is just as important as loss. It’s a never-ending process.

And at the same time, it’s somewhat bittersweet. It’s just me and the pups celebrating, and I guess in a way, it would be nice to have someone around to say “great job!” (my puppy-mama did give me the proper snaps – thanks!). But I did it for me, not for anyone else. Still…I wish they could see me know. And be proud. Nonetheless, here I sit, 45 pounds lighter, healthier, motivated – and the world is my oyster. As long as it’s low-cal.
nailedit

My Huge Fat Ass.

This:

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That’s the closest I’ve gotten to my target, and I’m thrilled. Obviously, “quality” steps matter more than quantity – that is, doing 20K steps in 90 degree heat matters more than doing 40K steps pacing around in a phone conference. So, I’ll be back at the park tonight. 🙂

There’s a very real chance I’ll hit my goal by the weekend, if I can behave and avoid Sofa King, the Chinese buffet and other distractions. Sorry, Julie Darling, I love you, but doughnuts are definitely off the menu. Nonetheless, I wasn’t on my best behavior last weekend, but I worked hard to offset the bad food. Exercise and moderation. And more exercise. I’ve got this. Suck my ass, Little Debbie. My huge, fat ass.

And thanks to my Aria, I can also see that my body fat percentage is plummeting. It’s not enough to just have a good number on the scale – body fat percentage is equally important. And that’s different from BMI – I’ve always hated BMI, because it’s such a generic, arbritrary number that doesn’t take into account muscle, skeletal structure and so on. So, technically, my BMI is “over” right now – but when I hit my target weight (this week, fingers crossed!), my BMI will also be in the green.

Feeling pretty friggin’ good this morning.

Stats June 15, 2014

So, last week, I put up my best numbers ever (which seems to be a recurring theme lately). But I really, really pushed to get those numbers, just because I wanted to see what I was capable of. Plus, the Riverbend Festival sorta had a built-in mechanism to get some big numbers, since that’s lots of wandering around. Today, I’ve slacked off a bit because I’m just exhausted, and I had work, yard work and so on, and I was late last night hanging out with my puppy-mama (is that a thing? OK, I guess it is). Exhausted or not, I still logged 10 miles tonight; I’ve only done that many miles in one shot a handful of times before. So, while my daily numbers today aren’t as good as usual, they were much more intense – doing 10 miles in 90-degree heat separates the men from the boys, I can tell you.

Anyway, this:

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370000 steps and 207 miles in one week? Seriously? For the month, I’m around 750000 steps, so barring something bad, I’m easily going to top a million this month. Yay, me!