On being a night owl and a stick.
Feb. 6th, 2007 02:39 am(This post may have content that is offensive to the ridiculously sensitive, the menstrating, and the otherwise inclined towards emotional reactions. But screw it if I'm going to cut it. If you want to get upset, just go ahead and get upset. Just know that I don't mean any of it offensively. I'm just tired, right now, of trying to be diplomatic and polite. I want to just SAY stuff already without picking over phrases that won't upset anybody.)
I like being a night owl. The reason I started staying up late was to have time and space to myself. I am the oldest of five. The next sibling after me is less than two years younger than I. And our family is big on going to church events, and reunions, and block parties, and other such occasions. There were always people around me, always, and most of my growing up life I shared a bedroom with somebody else. The only way to get time by myself was to be awake when nobody else was. As the rest of my family tend more towards being morning people, this was great for me growing up.
It's still pretty good. JJ and I have decided to start working out, and we began today. Nothing too strenuous, just some time on the treadmill and exercise bike every day. Our apartment complex has a little fitness center with one of each, plus a basic weight machine, and a rowing machine thingy. If we decide to start lifting weights, (which we'd both like to do,) it'll get problematic, as there's just one weight machine. But for now he prefers the bike, and I like the treadmill, so it works just fine. There's a little spa there too, with a hot tub and a sauna, which I may spend some time in tomorrow, as I anticipate being a tiny bit sore. Not hugely so, but a bit.
And as we're exercising around 9 or 10 in the evening, we have the place to ourselves, no competition at all. 'Tis spiffy. I don't know how we'd manage if other people wanted to use it, there's really not room for many in there, particularly not if they all want to do the same stuff.
Hopefully we'll be able to keep this schedule going, and start to get in shape. And you know, I almost didn't put this bit in, but screw it. Just because I know people who are overweight, I don't feel like tip-toing around the issue. Facts are facts, and the amout you weigh is a fact. What that amount means is often a matter of opinion, but the amount itself turns up on the scale, and is a measurable fact. *ahem.* Sorry. Anyhow, I don't know what I weigh right now. I don't own a scale, and I'm not sure I care to, really. If I had to guess I'd say 135, which is as much as I've ever weighed, and as far as I'm concerned is just about right. The problem isn't the amount, it's the location of said amount. I have arms like sticks, and am developing a little pot belly. There's 20 pounds or so of fat lurking about my middle that could be muscle elsewhere. And shall be, I hope! Man, I want to have muscles. I don't want to look like Mrs Universe or anything, but I'm tired of being frail. I don't like not being able to do stupid things like open jars and lift boxes and whatever. I bench press the freaking bar and it's almost too heavy. Well, not anymore. I'm going to get into cardiovascular shape, and then I'm going to get some muscles!
I am SO surpressing a rant on body image here. I've ranted about it before, I really don't need to again. But dang, our society is really ridiculous when it comes to that kind of thing. I do not want to be in shape, or build muscles, so that I can look like a model. Even models don't look like models! They're all photoshopped. *ahem* Ranting slipping out there. Anyhow, the point, the point is that I want to have more muscle tone because of what it will enable me to DO, not because of how it will make me look, or how people will look at me, or anything to do with the visual perception. I look fine the way I am, I don't need to feel like I'm somehow more or better or whatever. I just want to be able to run and hike and climb, and carry a pack without dying, and get lids off jars without looking like an idiot because it's not on there tight, really, but I can't get it off anyhow, and argh! And also having done it will give me such a sense of accomplishment. Woot, I can do stuff! Getting into shape is supposed to be really hard, so if you do it, you're really great, right?
Man, I shouldn't be allowed to write at this hour, did that even make sense?
I like being a night owl. The reason I started staying up late was to have time and space to myself. I am the oldest of five. The next sibling after me is less than two years younger than I. And our family is big on going to church events, and reunions, and block parties, and other such occasions. There were always people around me, always, and most of my growing up life I shared a bedroom with somebody else. The only way to get time by myself was to be awake when nobody else was. As the rest of my family tend more towards being morning people, this was great for me growing up.
It's still pretty good. JJ and I have decided to start working out, and we began today. Nothing too strenuous, just some time on the treadmill and exercise bike every day. Our apartment complex has a little fitness center with one of each, plus a basic weight machine, and a rowing machine thingy. If we decide to start lifting weights, (which we'd both like to do,) it'll get problematic, as there's just one weight machine. But for now he prefers the bike, and I like the treadmill, so it works just fine. There's a little spa there too, with a hot tub and a sauna, which I may spend some time in tomorrow, as I anticipate being a tiny bit sore. Not hugely so, but a bit.
And as we're exercising around 9 or 10 in the evening, we have the place to ourselves, no competition at all. 'Tis spiffy. I don't know how we'd manage if other people wanted to use it, there's really not room for many in there, particularly not if they all want to do the same stuff.
Hopefully we'll be able to keep this schedule going, and start to get in shape. And you know, I almost didn't put this bit in, but screw it. Just because I know people who are overweight, I don't feel like tip-toing around the issue. Facts are facts, and the amout you weigh is a fact. What that amount means is often a matter of opinion, but the amount itself turns up on the scale, and is a measurable fact. *ahem.* Sorry. Anyhow, I don't know what I weigh right now. I don't own a scale, and I'm not sure I care to, really. If I had to guess I'd say 135, which is as much as I've ever weighed, and as far as I'm concerned is just about right. The problem isn't the amount, it's the location of said amount. I have arms like sticks, and am developing a little pot belly. There's 20 pounds or so of fat lurking about my middle that could be muscle elsewhere. And shall be, I hope! Man, I want to have muscles. I don't want to look like Mrs Universe or anything, but I'm tired of being frail. I don't like not being able to do stupid things like open jars and lift boxes and whatever. I bench press the freaking bar and it's almost too heavy. Well, not anymore. I'm going to get into cardiovascular shape, and then I'm going to get some muscles!
I am SO surpressing a rant on body image here. I've ranted about it before, I really don't need to again. But dang, our society is really ridiculous when it comes to that kind of thing. I do not want to be in shape, or build muscles, so that I can look like a model. Even models don't look like models! They're all photoshopped. *ahem* Ranting slipping out there. Anyhow, the point, the point is that I want to have more muscle tone because of what it will enable me to DO, not because of how it will make me look, or how people will look at me, or anything to do with the visual perception. I look fine the way I am, I don't need to feel like I'm somehow more or better or whatever. I just want to be able to run and hike and climb, and carry a pack without dying, and get lids off jars without looking like an idiot because it's not on there tight, really, but I can't get it off anyhow, and argh! And also having done it will give me such a sense of accomplishment. Woot, I can do stuff! Getting into shape is supposed to be really hard, so if you do it, you're really great, right?
Man, I shouldn't be allowed to write at this hour, did that even make sense?
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Date: 2007-02-06 11:40 am (UTC)Doing anything difficult is its own justification? If it's good enough for mountaineers...
And yes, the problem with just using weight as a measure of fitness is that muscle is denser than fat. But you know this, so this is more of an affirmation or something.
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Date: 2007-02-06 11:40 am (UTC)The photoshopping of both models and bodybuilders bugs the ever loving *bleep* out of me. It is all an illusion.
Not that models don't look good on their own. I once saw Iman and Bowie walking down the streets of New York hand in hand and she is a very striking woman.
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Date: 2007-02-06 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-06 11:49 am (UTC)Granted, I have a conflict with it that I developed because of my mother. I have guilt for staying up late. It's not "normal" it's not "healthy" it's not "right" always echo in my head because of her. I can't help feeling guilty when I'm up this late, especially when my mate is asleep. But then again, I really want to stay up because my mate is asleep. People even need breaks from their significant others, yannow!
And on my own little mini rant in your journal (sorry, hehe) but my mate was unemployed for over 2 months. My only time away from him was work which was really stressful. Even if I stayed up late he could stay up really late too because he didn't have to go to work. It wore me out a lot for awhile, but then again after he got used to being around all the time and getting a dose of Jodi whenever he felt like it he got a lot less clingy. Now he's back to a job again so when he does see me he does not freakin' get off me. The last two days he's been obsessive to the point where I want to punch him. And it stresses me out and when he sees me get upset over his clinging he gets all depressed and whiny so then I feel guilty for not wanting the touch... augh! But now he's asleep 'cause he works at 7am and oh my gosh this is just so relaxing. I need to go to sleep soon because I don't want to sleep in too late, but I'm really enjoying having the entire apartment to myself. lol.
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Date: 2007-02-06 12:09 pm (UTC)Here I've been so confused why I find more energy the later it gets in the day, and I only naturally really want to sleep some time after six or seven. Been fighting it my whole life.
Didn't know it, but my mother recently confessed I was nocturnal as an infant! That explains a lot..
Do you think you could have been too?
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Date: 2007-02-06 12:53 pm (UTC)Vorn
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Date: 2007-02-06 04:02 pm (UTC)Also, yey muscles.
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Date: 2007-02-06 04:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-06 04:43 pm (UTC)I know what you mean about wanting to have some muscle tone. I've always been a pretty strong person for my size and age, but somewhere along the way I lost a lot of strength, and it's been terrible not having what I used to. I mean, I can still open jars and stuff (provided the arthritis isn't flaring) but I am lacking a lot of my upper body strength these days. Been working towards that and losing weight (for health reasons mainly) for awhile now, and again, provided I'm not having a really exhausted day, I actually enjoy it. Building muscle feels goooood.
Heh, and you know, even if models aren't Photoshopped they're still pretty bloody unrealistic in real life.... sickly, anorexic freaks who make Barbie look plausible. 0_0 It's not such an ideal situation after all, to be so slim. All kinds of health issues that way as well.
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Date: 2007-02-06 10:19 pm (UTC)Yeah, it's great that you like the running ^^ I love to run... For cardio I really suggest doing intense interval workouts (obviously... work up to the point where you can do intense. Please don't kill yourself!) which consist of running in faster bursts for a number of minutes, moving more slowly for one or two as a rest period, then running quickly again. I think most treadmills have that option. n_n I think I read somewhere that by running you can go from 20% bodyfat to about 10% over a period of time... But maybe that was for road-running, which is really fun too.
Cheers for the stick arms! I have sticks for arms too >_> It's so hard to build muscle on them.
If you need any advice for cardio workouts or running, I'll pass on any info I glean from my coaches. (Track team? yarly.)
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Date: 2007-02-06 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-06 11:40 pm (UTC)(And no, you wouldn't have to become anorexic to be pretty! There are plenty of non-anorexic pretty people. They're just not supermodels. Supermodels aren't pretty, they're scary. My JJ is very handsome, and he's "overweight" by today's ridiculous standards.)
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Date: 2007-02-07 12:10 am (UTC)Assuming I've understood the things I've been reading recently (not always a guarantee, since scientists write for other scientists, not for proofreaders), anorexia is what happens when you lose more than 30% of your body weight. I know people who could do that and still be overweight. Maybe that means I've misunderstood something...
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Date: 2007-02-07 01:02 am (UTC)An anorexic person believes that she (or he) is overweight, regardless of what the scales say, and will continue diet to lose weight even after losing to the point of being too thin.
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Date: 2007-02-07 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-07 02:16 am (UTC)Anorexia, rather than anorexia nervosa, isn't a disorder at all, it's just a technical term for loss of appetite.
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Date: 2007-02-07 12:34 am (UTC)I don't believe I need to lose weight to be healthy. I don't really believe that all my joint problems are due to weight. (I suspect arthritis as it seems to run in my family, but that's besides the point)
Anyway. I'd actually like to lose some weight, but more importantly get exercising and eating better. This past summer I started biking to work and home everyday (20 minute one-way trip. ^^; ) And I started bringing lunches to work with me. I'll tell you, I felt 100 times better than I do now. And I know part of it is that it's winter and it's swinging between mild and bitterly cold which is wreaking havoc on my joints, but I suppose that's not a really good excuse as to why I don't take lunches anymore. (I'm lazy, it's too cold to go get groceries and I'm too tired when I get home from work.)
Anyway. My long rambly point was that the only reason a person should try to lose weight/exercise is so that they feel better. I don't think it really works otherwise, in the long-term, I mean. I want to lose some weight so I will just feel better, all-around. Plus when I was working at Wal-Mart and had dropped to 180 lbs, I had sexy curves. ^^;;
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