I started this morning off with a quick workout. 3.7 km in 12 minutes. I was hesitant about screwing with my weigh-in morning routine, but hey, what the fuck, right? Whether it helped or not, I have no idea, but it felt like it did, so I'm going with it. Then I came home from weigh-in and made my first Eat Whatever I Want Breakfast. Which ended up looking a lot like my standard slow-carb breakfast, with a few extras.
Two fried eggs and a mix of bacon, beans, corn, and onions, with plenty of salsa. This is what I'm talking about when I say that this is changing the way I eat. I'm more than happy to eat this on a day when I can eat anything I want. Adding buttered toast and coffee with real actual sugar made it a treat.I honestly can't believe how much I like that bean & corn mix for breakfast. It's just never even been anywhere near by radar. I mean, I don't mind chili and eggs for breakfast (although I've probably eaten it more often as a breakfast-for-dinner or a breakfast-for-midnight-snack kind of thing) after picking up the habit after too many late night's at Beverly's (a hometown all-night greasy spoon) .
It was delicious, filling, and felt indulgent, which seems perfect for an Eat Anything I Want Breakfast. According to my trackers, it came in at 835 cals (18 ProPoints). I ate that around 9ish, and didn't get hungry until well past noon.
And a weird but cool sort of thing happened between breakfast and lunch. I exercised. Seriously. My plan, as such, was to try to do a full session. Thirty minutes. I haven't done that in a while. So out to the garage I went, and to make it even more interesting, I tried a new program. Program 3, Level 10. Basically, it starts out with higher resistance, slowly dropping to the lowest resistance level at the half-way point, then slowly rising back up and peaking for the last 3 minutes.
As I went along, I couldn't really tell any difference (the program I normally do stays steady at a low-to-mid-level of resistance for the whole time), but as I noticed my pace increase slightly as the resistance dropped, I thought that maybe it was working after all, but that the changes were so slight that I couldn't really noticed them. When the resistance started increasing again on the second half of the program, I noticed. Big-time. Remember when I said that I should stop hating the cross-trainer because it's not trying to kill me? Forget that shit. It kicked my ass in the second half.
But I finished the 30 minutes, and my times weren't too bad. First 3k in 9:50, stayed on pace to finish 4.5k in 15:06, and 6k in 20:00. Then, as the resistance increased, I slowed down and finished the half hour with 8.7 km.
After I finished, I was sweating like crazy, couldn't seem to get enough oxygen, my thighs were on fire, my abs, somewhere deep below the flab, were burning, and I was hurting in places I didn't even know I had muscles. But I'd finished, and I was happy.
Then as I sat there drinking from my water bottle with a fan blowing in my face, I remembered something I'd written here back when I first started on the cross-trainer. About how even doing 3 minutes was better than nothing. So after I could breathe again, I decided I'd climb on and do another 3 minutes. I did 10 (2.8 km). So I rested, drank some more water, then climbed on to try to do another 3. And I did 10 again (2.8 km). I caught my breath and climbed on again, and did another 6 minutes (1.6 km) and decided that was enough.
And then when I was putting the numbers into RunKeeper, i realized that if I did just 4 more minutes, that would be another half an hour. So I did that, and finally I was done. In the end, I'd burned 978 calories (according to CalorieKing, 2658 according to RunKeeper, which I am no longer taking seriously anymore). With the rest breaks, it took my about an hour and forty-five minutes to do an hour on the cross-trainer. Holy shit!
Then, after I'd recovered (that took about an hour), it was time for a cheeseburger. My original plan was to cook my own, but a slight miscalculation in the amount of mince (ground beef) I needed to defrost required moving to Plan B.
Yeah, whatever. It's not the best cheeseburger in town, but it's not hard to do worse. And it's a known quantity, easy to plug into the trackers, and it did the trick. It was hot, salty, sweet, and more or less the right amount of greasy. The funny thing was, just as I was about to walk into the place, I realized that after living in Gungahlin for two-and-a-half years, I've never set foot in the local Micky D's. Been through the drive-thru plenty of times, but never inside. Until today. So I had my Quarter Pounder with Cheese, medium fries, and medium Coke, sat outside and enjoyed a bit of people-watching, and then moved on. 1065 calories (29 ProPoints) done.Then, after days of thinking about how much I was going to enjoy a few frosty mugs of ale, I had a change of heart when I got to the store and started perusing what was available. In the end, I went a completely different direction.
Pre-mixes are a sort of insurance policy, and they go down easy enough of a hot summer day. Bam! Another 924 cals (29 ProPoints). Is this really part of the diet? For those of you keeping score at home, I'm up to 2825 cals (76 ProPoints) in, 1175 cals (28 ProPoints) burned, for 1650 net cals so far today. I'm carbing out like a crazy (43% of calories consumed) while protein is at 13%. Yesterday, it was 44% protein and 19% carbs, Thursday was 35% protein and 35% carbs. But hey, it's all part of the plan. Apparently.
I hope like hell that this is going to work out okay. I'd really like to see another 3kg loss by next Saturday. But I'm guessing that it's going to take half the freaking week just to recover from all this. I'll have to wait and see how this plays out physiologically, but I can already see part of the psychology of it. No carb-cravings here, I can tell you. I have indulged to excess, and I'm not done yet.
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