So on this second day of lent I am feeling pretty darn good. I have measured and weighed perfect little portions and logged them dutifully into my virtual food diary. In return, the number-crunching program has rewarded me with a shiny green bar of approval for remaining in the acceptable range. (1251 for Wednesday and 1354 today.) Its all a little obsessive compulsive.
I've also put a bit of thought into the planning and plotting of how this crazy little journey is gonna play out.
I've gathered up all the fitness equipment and DVDs that have been quietly living in the corners of my home. I'm pretty sure I could do a different workout every day for 60 days and never repeat one. Who bought all this stuff? Sheesh! Apparantly buying the weight loss stuff doesn't work. You have to actually use it. Oh well, lesson learned.
That sound you hear is me reluctantly removing the shrink wrap from every exercise program produced in the last ten years.
I've got my training schedule all figured out. I'm starting with the Couch to 5k program and then modifying it a little to make sure I'm ready for the six mile run on May 30th.
It all sounds good. But I haven't done a whole lot of moving yet.
And since I'm on such a roll I decided to visit a doctor to get a handle on all those health numbers they worry about so much. If for no other reason than to have a nice "before" picture of my stats before I rock this running thing. I haven't visited a doctor in years. I've never liked them much. No offense to any docs out there - but mine have always pretty much sucked. The one doctor who I would go to every three years or so decided to move. I wasn't heart-broken or anything. It was just convenient cuz he had all my records. Plus he was at least nice to me. Not the greatest doctor in the world, but someone you could stand to be in the same room with for 15 minutes at a time.
I got pnuemonia two years ago and that is when I found out he had jumped ship. So naturally I just saw the doctor who had taken over his patients. Oh man, this guy was a piece of work. Seriously. Just. Not. Nice. He says, "Well when you're feeling better you should probably come back to see me so we can check this and that....blah, blah, blah....but you probably won't. So have a nice life." I'm thinking he was looking to lighten his patient load and I was happy to oblige.
So I took my perscription and haven't been to the doctor since. I called around today to find a doctor in my HMO and discovered that there are only two who are taking new patients. No big. I'm not picky. Sign me up with anyone.
The recptionist tells me that the first available appointment is May 25th. Are you kidding me? No wonder I never go to the doctor. So I have the option of either going to see Mr. Personality again or gamble with a new doctor a mere 96 days from now. Five days before I run the 6 mile race. Stupid doctors!
But other than that....I feel great! :)