long time no see, eh? Its been like, what, five minutes since my last post?
My bad, I'm trying to get all the set up jazz out of the way and get all caught up with myself since I've already been working on my challenges the last few days.
Since I already went pretty much in depth about the initial doctor visit in the last post, I'll spare you all from that and skip ahead to the next day...
May 21st 2014
Since I went and picked up my bottle of Phentermine from the pharmacy later in the day, I wasn't able to start them today since its supposed to be taken early in the morning before breakfast or it will cause some major insomnia and all that jazz. But whateves, I can start working out without drugs like the rest of the humans on earth, I guess. But what better way to kick it of than hanging with my friends?
The first mile I walked was to meet up with my best bud to do a little shopping in Downtown Ferndale--there are so many awesome shops there and our favorite was having a big sale so of course we had go to check it out. It was an easy way to start off the challenge, especially with the hopes of buying cool jewelry lingering in the back of my mind the whole time. It was an excellent day for walking--sunny and hot, hot, hot! While I was all gross and sweaty, I hardly even thought about the fact I was working out.
But of course I blew the diet part of the plan right away and bought a mocha coffee cooler at Java Slut. I tried to defend my choice by saying 1) its the first time I've been there since last summer 2) it was a million degrees outside and i was dying of thirst and 3) According to the Phentermine bottle, you should avoid caffeine since the pill already makes you hella jittery. So I thought that this would be one of only a few time I would be able to enjoy a coffee without going bonkers and giving myself a heart attack. So I thought it would be okay to let this one slide just once.
Later that day after an excellent chill sesh with my pal and a coffee cooler and a new pair of earrings, my dad wanted to walk up to the 7-Eleven about a half mile away. I was suddenly in the mood to put on some athletic pants and my Nikes and make like October and brisk walk my way there. It felt good and invigorating once I got out there, especially since I wasn't alone and had to cheer my dad along. But I wasn't quite sure about the route I had taken--it was along the main road that passed the High School full of judgy teenagers, people I graduated with passing by me in their cars. I wasn't too crazy about how on display I felt, sweating and huffing along down the shadeless sidewalk. Mostly because I didn't want all the piranhas in their energy efficient peanut oil cars to see me as weak. I've always felt that I've projected a certain image of myself: something of a mix between a classy put together badass with a taste for strange patterns and coke bottle glasses. I suppose the kids these days call it a rockabilly pinup? Yeah sure, something along those lines, I suppose. But how often do you see a Betty Paige, Kat Von D type character out for a morning jog? Not too often. The only people I ever see out jogging are the super athletic types, yuppie moms with a stroller, an attractive borderline hipster fellow with a big dog, and Grandpas. Where are all the "cool" homies I see moseying around town? 'Cause you bitches ain't runnin'.
Eh, whatever, maybe I'll start a trend?
Anyway the image thing is weird. So after that day I decided I would do my walking away from the main roads.
But as I walked closer to home, I started to feel a tingling in my toes, itching to kick it up a notch. After waiting at a stop light, the little white walking dude lights up and I take off. Remember when I said that whales can't run? Well apparently The Great White Whale really enjoys running. Who'd a thunk! It feels really good to feel the wind in my face. The only thing I can think about is my breathing, trying to keep it steady so I can make it the last two block home. I'm not exactly sure how to breathe when I'm running--I just know that I'm not supposed to hold my breath or I'll pass out and die. Maybe I should look up the right way to breathe when running for tomorrow...
My right side started to cramp up really bad about 2/3 of the way down the street, but I tough it out and push myself to keep going, slowing down in front of my house, folding my hands over my head as I try to open up my chest and get rid of the stupid cramp. Of course, right in front of me is my Justin Bieber/K-Fed/Opie Taylor hybrid neighbor looking like a total hustler in his beat up circa 1980 Oldsmobile sitting in the driveway. "Hey *Whale*," he says with a wave.
Hands still on my head, I cant even muster up enough air to squeeze out a "hello". So I just wave instead with a pained smile, squinting in the light as I try to see where he is at.
Oy ve. At this point, the only thing that keeps me going is the idea that I could someday Bay Watch my way down the street. Maybe I get to swing my hair around and crawl across the hood of a car in a bikini, too.
But until then, I will write dorky blogs and post excessively on facebook....
For dinner, we had spaghetti and pesto--one of my bottom bitch foods that seems to eternally reside in my cabinets along side a piece of garlic bread and water. Definitely one of my favorite go to dinners. But alas, all those spaghetti things gotta go since they got a cray cray amount of calories. Too much so close to bedtime.
And that pretty much sums up day number one of the challenge! Huzzah! I didn't die!
My personal grade today?
A for exercise
C for diet
Until tomorrow!
~The Great White Whale
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