Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Rahl is writing a paper she had eight full days to work on--and only began this afternoon.
I have become awful about doing my homework, and I am contrite but also absolutely unmotivated.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Run.
The weather is no longer freezing. And I finished my exams on Thursday, giving way to blissful, blissful sleep and recuperation from February's illness and exhaustion.
I'm not dying, so it's time to get back into shape. January was an excellent month for eating well and exercising. I discovered I've retained some of the fitness I built up over the course of the month (as well as about seven pounds of water weight, but that will go away in the next week or two). I was able to jump right into the Couch-to-5k running program in Week 3. It isn't too terribly difficult yet and I'm actually doing three repetitions instead of two.
Running interests me for several reasons:
1. It's difficult. I was never a good runner naturally and, as a result, I've never tried. In attempting something I am really quite bad at, I am forcing myself to: a) confront the fact that I am not good at everything, and b) "persevere," one of my father's favorite words.
2. It isn't expensive, and it doesn't take much of my time. I have a good pair of running shoes I won't need to replace for a while. To go to the gym and get a complete cardiac workout--no strength training--I have to walk twenty minutes from the house, and twenty minutes back. That's an additional forty minutes, plus the thirty it takes me to actually complete a satisfactory workout. And I like to exercise more than three times per week. It's a massive time commitment, and drains time from homework and socializing, the latter of which I don't always do enough as it is. Ideally, to cover my strength training and cardio, I'd like to run to the gym, complete 20mins of strength training, then run home.
3. It isn't boring. I used to bring a book to the gym to read while on the elliptical or bikes, and I quickly discovered I wasn't working nearly as hard as I was when I didn't read. So, I stopped reading. But when you run outside, there's a dude mowing his lawn with a mohawk and a dog that is actually quite fun to watch make figure eights around the trees in his fenced-in yard area and admiration from passing cars due to my ghetto booty and you understand.
4. There aren't any fat runners. I mean, maybe when they start out, but they quickly stop being fat runners.
5. I'd like to do some sort of competitive athletics and a triathlon is too damn expensive. I don't own a bike or a wetsuit, but 5ks happen frequently and I might be able to talk my sisters into participating with me. I don't see them nearly enough. Or my roommate, Chase, might be interested in carpooling to a 5k (he runs, too).
I'm not dying, so it's time to get back into shape. January was an excellent month for eating well and exercising. I discovered I've retained some of the fitness I built up over the course of the month (as well as about seven pounds of water weight, but that will go away in the next week or two). I was able to jump right into the Couch-to-5k running program in Week 3. It isn't too terribly difficult yet and I'm actually doing three repetitions instead of two.
Running interests me for several reasons:
1. It's difficult. I was never a good runner naturally and, as a result, I've never tried. In attempting something I am really quite bad at, I am forcing myself to: a) confront the fact that I am not good at everything, and b) "persevere," one of my father's favorite words.
2. It isn't expensive, and it doesn't take much of my time. I have a good pair of running shoes I won't need to replace for a while. To go to the gym and get a complete cardiac workout--no strength training--I have to walk twenty minutes from the house, and twenty minutes back. That's an additional forty minutes, plus the thirty it takes me to actually complete a satisfactory workout. And I like to exercise more than three times per week. It's a massive time commitment, and drains time from homework and socializing, the latter of which I don't always do enough as it is. Ideally, to cover my strength training and cardio, I'd like to run to the gym, complete 20mins of strength training, then run home.
3. It isn't boring. I used to bring a book to the gym to read while on the elliptical or bikes, and I quickly discovered I wasn't working nearly as hard as I was when I didn't read. So, I stopped reading. But when you run outside, there's a dude mowing his lawn with a mohawk and a dog that is actually quite fun to watch make figure eights around the trees in his fenced-in yard area and admiration from passing cars due to my ghetto booty and you understand.
4. There aren't any fat runners. I mean, maybe when they start out, but they quickly stop being fat runners.
5. I'd like to do some sort of competitive athletics and a triathlon is too damn expensive. I don't own a bike or a wetsuit, but 5ks happen frequently and I might be able to talk my sisters into participating with me. I don't see them nearly enough. Or my roommate, Chase, might be interested in carpooling to a 5k (he runs, too).
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Rahl is reading
John Updike The Widows of Eastwick
William Faulkner The Sound and the Fury
Tennessee Williams A Streetcar Named Desire
William Faulkner The Sound and the Fury
Tennessee Williams A Streetcar Named Desire
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Rahl has February Goals.
1. Finish a second draft of "Calamagordo" and write a first draft of another story.
2. Write three poems.
3. Go to the gym at least three times every week.
4. Cut back drinking to one or two nights a week.
5. Continue tracking on TDP after MacBook arrives.
6. Miss no classes.
7. Make submissions to the Coraddi as well as one other literary journal.
8. Find out about Tate St. Festival booth.
2. Write three poems.
3. Go to the gym at least three times every week.
4. Cut back drinking to one or two nights a week.
5. Continue tracking on TDP after MacBook arrives.
6. Miss no classes.
7. Make submissions to the Coraddi as well as one other literary journal.
8. Find out about Tate St. Festival booth.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Rahl is an idiot.
Destroyed my hard drive with beer. Destroyed other things with beer as well.
Ordered a new hard drive for less than $50 on NewEgg.com at work today. Too bad I can't buy a less flexible moral standard on the Internet, too.
Ordered a new hard drive for less than $50 on NewEgg.com at work today. Too bad I can't buy a less flexible moral standard on the Internet, too.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
(Poor ickle) Rahl has a cold.
I was going to go to the gym tonight and knock out the second of my twenty elliptical sessions, but my throat's still sore and now I'm sneezing and runny and exhausted so do you know what I believe I'll pass kthx. I'll just go Saturday instead. I'm to have my third and final tri training session tomorrow, and it'll be a long one--sixty minutes on the bike and weights. I don't know how I'll be feeling, but I have no class or work tomorrow which means--sleep! And wellness! Which lead to exercise!
When I get sick I have a hard time eating, so after dinner I ate some delicious calorie-and-nutrient-dense dark chocolate but I'm still almost 400 calories short of my daily calorie goal. I may eat some chicken soup later tonight if I feel hungry again before 10:00pm, but it doesn't seem all that likely. I've upped my calories a bit to lose 1lb (rather than 1.5lbs) per week, as I'm now 145.2lbs and I'm not actually due to weigh in again for another three or four days.
I'm trying to balance my social life (which, in the past, has involved a great deal of heavy drinking) with my commitment to exercise and losing weight. I've decided that, in order to allow myself the occasional evening of Bacchanalian debauchery, I can save up caloric deficits from previous days to spend on one or two weekend evenings. In the past week I've accumulated a caloric deficit of 802 calories to spend on drinking with the fine gentlemen of the College Libertarians and Guy's Pirate Birthday Party tomorrow. And that doesn't even count what I may add to that deficit today and tomorrow. I've been a good girl, and tomorrow, I will reap the ruddy-nosed rewards.
In other news: I have a new favorite salty junk food. Glenny's Low Fat Creamy Ranch Soy Crisps kick total ass at 70 calories per serving, 2 servings per bag. We watched the season premier of "Lost" last night and I had a bag, and I didn't miss our traditional chips 'n cheese. Nope. Not one little nostalgic bit.
My body's already working differently. More efficiently. I feel it.
When I get sick I have a hard time eating, so after dinner I ate some delicious calorie-and-nutrient-dense dark chocolate but I'm still almost 400 calories short of my daily calorie goal. I may eat some chicken soup later tonight if I feel hungry again before 10:00pm, but it doesn't seem all that likely. I've upped my calories a bit to lose 1lb (rather than 1.5lbs) per week, as I'm now 145.2lbs and I'm not actually due to weigh in again for another three or four days.
I'm trying to balance my social life (which, in the past, has involved a great deal of heavy drinking) with my commitment to exercise and losing weight. I've decided that, in order to allow myself the occasional evening of Bacchanalian debauchery, I can save up caloric deficits from previous days to spend on one or two weekend evenings. In the past week I've accumulated a caloric deficit of 802 calories to spend on drinking with the fine gentlemen of the College Libertarians and Guy's Pirate Birthday Party tomorrow. And that doesn't even count what I may add to that deficit today and tomorrow. I've been a good girl, and tomorrow, I will reap the ruddy-nosed rewards.
In other news: I have a new favorite salty junk food. Glenny's Low Fat Creamy Ranch Soy Crisps kick total ass at 70 calories per serving, 2 servings per bag. We watched the season premier of "Lost" last night and I had a bag, and I didn't miss our traditional chips 'n cheese. Nope. Not one little nostalgic bit.
My body's already working differently. More efficiently. I feel it.
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