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Milestones....
Mar. 31st, 2014 12:35 pmI'm sore this morning.
I ran on Saturday and got involved once again in a conversation while running. To be honest, I'm pretty sure I was getting hit on. A woman hopped on to the machine next to mine, when I was about 2/3 of the way through my run and almost immediately started chatting me up. It started with the "how does this thing work" query as she hit buttons, but nothing was lighting up. "Start pedaling," I instructed. (You can't just stand on it - you provide the electrical power by pedaling.)
I had intended on my usual 45-47 minute, 3.5 mile run. I got distracted, and wound up going for a full 5. For someone who swore she didn't know what she was doing (after being a member at the gym for over 10 years), she kept up with me and got in a mile and a half, only getting off her machine when I mentioned my wedding ring no longer fits on my left hand with all the weight I've lost, this in response to her noticing my band on my right hand. (Oh honey, are you ever barking up the wrong tree!) It took me 1:06:30 to hit the 5 mile mark and with that it was time to get off the machine. The hot tub wasn't, more of a luke warm tub, and not conducive to do the stretching post run I should've done. As a result, my quads are still feeling the run this morning. C'est la vie. It's mostly a 'hurts so good' kinda thing, strangely enough more left than right and decidedly the bottom end of vastus medialis. I can live with it.
As I passed through town on my way home, I stopped and I poked my head into the karaoke bar to see if my friend the KJ was there. He wasn't, but Dave a mutual friend of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
malamute_daddy was, have a late afternoon cocktail with a visiting friend of his from Minneapolis. Introductions were made and Dave remarked how much less there now is of me, an observation that raised his friend's brow (said friend being another person of size). I joked about being tired of being to dramatically underheight, then got serious and filled Dave in about the celiac diagnosis, the remission in the arthritis after losing the gluten and the changes I've made in the past 6 months. His friend asked about hanging skin, something he has had to deal with in his travels down (and sadly for him, back up) the scale. In retrospect, it sounds odd to me to have had such an intimate conversation with someone I did not know, but at the time I said rather candidly I was certain when I'm down to a normal size, whatever normal turns out to be, I'm sure I'll need something done, but so far I've been surprised by how much things seem to be moving back into place, that as a redhead I've been about as modest as a Muslim woman most of my life, which has left my skin remarkably resilient. I then mentioned laser liposuction, which is as close to medical shrink wrapping as there is and hopefully will be enough for what subsequent problem areas there may be when I get there. That is however so far in the future, worrying about it is an unneeded distraction.
I went spelunking yesterday in my closet. A very major culling of the herd, this time focusing on mostly pants. I did do a sorting of shirts previously moved aside, boxing and bagging up things to be gotten rid of immediately, and separating out things I think are worth listing on eBay. I finally found a bunch of pants that fit me currently (remember I posted a while back not knowing where the 46s & 48s were). There's another handful of pants worth altering and taking in, and I've reordered things, so I can now actually walk into the closet and grab with ease what I want to wear for the day. Ticor is crashing at the house with us for a few weeks and was a godsend in helping to make order out of chaos.
Sizes continue to annoy me. I found a bunch of dress pants that despite being 46s are still too small to wear, yet found a pair of Levi's labeled 44 which fit nicely, form fitting without being tight. I was in and out of pants all evening, deciding what gets its walking papers and what doesn't, Ticor friend that he is, serving as an extra pair of eyes as to what looks good and what doesn't.
Taking stuff out the door to the car was an act of acceptance. This weight change, this body reclamation is both real and long term. The pain that I'm feeling right now is not the arthritis I had, but a bit of overuse. I'm loving the changes I'm experiencing, the renewed vigor, the growing muscle, the shifting of things into their rightful places.
I've said repeatedly I don't want to enter my 60s as an obese man. I turn 59 tomorrow, a good step on the way to that goal. SO yes, si, se puede!
I ran on Saturday and got involved once again in a conversation while running. To be honest, I'm pretty sure I was getting hit on. A woman hopped on to the machine next to mine, when I was about 2/3 of the way through my run and almost immediately started chatting me up. It started with the "how does this thing work" query as she hit buttons, but nothing was lighting up. "Start pedaling," I instructed. (You can't just stand on it - you provide the electrical power by pedaling.)
I had intended on my usual 45-47 minute, 3.5 mile run. I got distracted, and wound up going for a full 5. For someone who swore she didn't know what she was doing (after being a member at the gym for over 10 years), she kept up with me and got in a mile and a half, only getting off her machine when I mentioned my wedding ring no longer fits on my left hand with all the weight I've lost, this in response to her noticing my band on my right hand. (Oh honey, are you ever barking up the wrong tree!) It took me 1:06:30 to hit the 5 mile mark and with that it was time to get off the machine. The hot tub wasn't, more of a luke warm tub, and not conducive to do the stretching post run I should've done. As a result, my quads are still feeling the run this morning. C'est la vie. It's mostly a 'hurts so good' kinda thing, strangely enough more left than right and decidedly the bottom end of vastus medialis. I can live with it.
As I passed through town on my way home, I stopped and I poked my head into the karaoke bar to see if my friend the KJ was there. He wasn't, but Dave a mutual friend of
malamute_daddy was, have a late afternoon cocktail with a visiting friend of his from Minneapolis. Introductions were made and Dave remarked how much less there now is of me, an observation that raised his friend's brow (said friend being another person of size). I joked about being tired of being to dramatically underheight, then got serious and filled Dave in about the celiac diagnosis, the remission in the arthritis after losing the gluten and the changes I've made in the past 6 months. His friend asked about hanging skin, something he has had to deal with in his travels down (and sadly for him, back up) the scale. In retrospect, it sounds odd to me to have had such an intimate conversation with someone I did not know, but at the time I said rather candidly I was certain when I'm down to a normal size, whatever normal turns out to be, I'm sure I'll need something done, but so far I've been surprised by how much things seem to be moving back into place, that as a redhead I've been about as modest as a Muslim woman most of my life, which has left my skin remarkably resilient. I then mentioned laser liposuction, which is as close to medical shrink wrapping as there is and hopefully will be enough for what subsequent problem areas there may be when I get there. That is however so far in the future, worrying about it is an unneeded distraction.I went spelunking yesterday in my closet. A very major culling of the herd, this time focusing on mostly pants. I did do a sorting of shirts previously moved aside, boxing and bagging up things to be gotten rid of immediately, and separating out things I think are worth listing on eBay. I finally found a bunch of pants that fit me currently (remember I posted a while back not knowing where the 46s & 48s were). There's another handful of pants worth altering and taking in, and I've reordered things, so I can now actually walk into the closet and grab with ease what I want to wear for the day. Ticor is crashing at the house with us for a few weeks and was a godsend in helping to make order out of chaos.
Sizes continue to annoy me. I found a bunch of dress pants that despite being 46s are still too small to wear, yet found a pair of Levi's labeled 44 which fit nicely, form fitting without being tight. I was in and out of pants all evening, deciding what gets its walking papers and what doesn't, Ticor friend that he is, serving as an extra pair of eyes as to what looks good and what doesn't.
Taking stuff out the door to the car was an act of acceptance. This weight change, this body reclamation is both real and long term. The pain that I'm feeling right now is not the arthritis I had, but a bit of overuse. I'm loving the changes I'm experiencing, the renewed vigor, the growing muscle, the shifting of things into their rightful places.
I've said repeatedly I don't want to enter my 60s as an obese man. I turn 59 tomorrow, a good step on the way to that goal. SO yes, si, se puede!
