That was me in 2008. I weighed somewhere around 350 pounds. I'm not being coy about that figure. The scale at my house only went to 280 and the one I found elsewhere went to 350. I have no idea if I weighed more than that and in some ways, didn't want to know. The only thing that jarred me out of the depressive entropy that would have probably led to me passing the 400 mark was a health scare. It was during that time that I discovered I had Type 2 Diabetes.
The first thing the doctor suggested was surgery. She listed all of the options: bands, stapling, bypass... Couldn't I just change my life and lose it? She told me I'd never do it. Actually, I did do it. I lost a little over a hundred pounds in a year and then some. In 2009 I got my dream job covering hockey and responded to the stress by eating my feelings and sitting in the press box and wishing I was actually skating. I gained all of the weight back and then some in less time than it took me to lose it in the first place.
I Want To Thank Type 2 Diabetes...
It's not something to be proud of, but for the longest time, I was scared into eating healthier and exercising by what I recognized as the effects of diabetes on my body. it was a matter of outrunning it, or in my case, outwalking it.
One morning I was at the library when I realized I'd left a book sitting on top of my car. Panicked, I ran to my car to get it and- Hey. That felt good. And I could RUN? Who knew? When I got home, I started setting the treadmill a little faster at intervals and eventually took to running and walking. It would have been nice if I'd kept this up, but I didn't. My work, which included a lot of freelance writing and editing my own webzine, kept me at my desk at all hours. In the years that followed, I'd eat right for a while, exercise, and then I'd fall back into being a computer tuber and get flabby and sick. I needed to change.
Someone at a Nashville Hiking Meetup told me about Couch to 5k. It was one of those bits of information that got filed away and then never looked at again until a few days ago. You can learn more about it here: Couch to 5k I like it because it seems like a sane way to work up to actually running. My goal is not just to run a 5k, but to create the kind of life where running is a regular thing that I just do because I love it.
Last Thursday, I put out a call on Facebook to see if anyone on my friends list had any experience with C25K. I got encouragement and a lot of good advice. So I set Monday, November 16th, as my start date.
Good Morning, Lardbutt!
This morning it was cool and damp. Not gonna say it was cold because every person I know in Canada will nod politely. (That's how they point and laugh.) I was also a little intimidated at the thought of attempting the running/walking thing at the local trails. My phone was not charged and I'd have no way of knowing how long I'd walked. How would I do intervals? I could wait for tomorrow to start. Right? Nope. I was making excuses.
There's a treadmill in my kitchen. There was a sewing machine and a solar oven sitting on it. Oh, and I'd need to find a place for the planters I needed to clean and some of my dog's toys, but my old friend the treadmill was there and it worked. When I plugged it in, it beeped cheerfully at me. I looked at the console. The mini-disk player and discs were dusty. The dust! And it sounded so happy to see me when I plugged it in. Oh, the guilt.
My Morning Digits -or- Well, This Is Embarrassing.
Last night I weighed myself: 233 pounds. It's nice to know the numbers are still going in the right direction, but at 52, I know time is not on my side if I don't give them a push.
According to C25K my Week One (and probably Two and Three in my case) workouts should look like this:
5 minute brisk walk to warm up
60 seconds of jogging
90 seconds of walking
all need to total to 20 minutes
So here's how it went down:
7 minutes at 2.5 mph (I liked the next song on the CD and got distracted. I also got a slight strain in my left calf and wanted to walk it out before I started to jog.)
60 seconds jogging at 3.0 mph (Very, very winded.)
90 seconds walking at 2.5
30 seconds jogging (aaand the walk of shame to the living room to catch my breath and get reproachful looks from Niklas for moving his toys.)
Now I want to get back on the treadmill. I will tonight, though it will more than likely be a long walk. I'm tempted to do another set of intervals tomorrow. At this point, it looks like I'm going to have to work up to the working up to phase. That old saying is true, it is all about the journey. I'll just be happier when the journey consists of me doing long early morning runs along the trails here in Nashville.
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