On being a night owl and a stick.
Feb. 6th, 2007 02:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bladespark(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?
