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Jazzmine Delgada
The original plan was to drive Fidget into work early, then go to a short spin class followed by a Power class. This all fell through.

Sometime yesterday, my left shoulder and back area started hurting a LOT. I thought maybe it had to do with my backpack being too heavy, as I hoofed it around campus. This morning, my left shoulder was bad off and now the back of my right leg hurts. The only thing I can think that attributes to is gardening on Monday- maybe I didn't support myself right when pulling weeds.

In short, I'm hurting some. There's no way I was going to be able to pedal and definitely not do squats or lift things above my head.

It's disappointing. I wanted to start this week being more active, but the classes being offered are either not interesting or not convenient.

I'm going to see about treadmilling it today, even if I'm just walking. Maybe I can get the cat to walk with me. I'm just worried with how bad my shoulder feels and how tight my leg is...

... stupid body.

EDIT: I blew up the new stability ball today, then decided today was the day to get back on the treadmill. Despite being sore, I took it wicked slow, but still got on there. 21:45, 1.001 miles, and 137.0 calories burned. Abysmal from my previous numbers, but definitely a great baseline to improve!
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Current Music: Dryer spinning around...
Jazzmine Delgada
22 June 2015 @ 04:41 pm
When I weighed yesterday at 100pounds2lose, I weighed at 246.6. Definitely up from where I had been, but with the changes, flying to Florida, my mother's surgery, care-taking, trying to re-acclimate to home and working, I wasn't necessarily surprised.

This morning, after doing an hour's of gardening, I decided to check the scale to see what was going on because I was curious. It read 242.6.


I doubt playing ten minutes of badminton and gardening for an hour had burnt off four pounds. But it was welcome to see. Between being more active on the weekends with this new schedule and then deciding to finally pull some weeds, it was a welcome sight. Plus, I hacked at a weed with a trowel and clipped branches off the tree that hangs over our car, yielding a full BIG black trash bag of stuff to go out on yard day.

Despite some dental setbacks, I still came home and installed another mini blind! Now my office/exercise room has both windows "professionally" covered, versus one with a paper shade and the other naked. I wonder if it'll help with the heat upstairs, but regardless, it looks so much more polished than before. It's a high probability that I'll pull up the shades since I like looking at the tree while I write, but now my neighbors' children may no longer be able to see us naked.

Then again, my thought process was if you were on the lower half of our property, you deserved to see us naked, so there.

I'm rewarding myself with a glass of Coke. Fidget brought home subs for lunch, mine being very tasty with grilled chicken teriyaki and lots of veggies. We're heading up to see Mr. Fidget for a late Father's Day celebration and there'll probably be pizza, but that's fine. I can do that.

My original plan for this morning was to wake up and go to Power. I got out my knee braces and everything, set an alarm, and went to bed. Around 0400, I woke myself up with a HORRIBLE Charlie horse in my right calf. It's been awhile since I had one of those! Because of that, it continued to hurt until this afternoon. I figured if I was going to be doing squats with weights, I should probably do it when my calf wasn't throbbing ridiculously. I did a little walk down to our neighborhood CVS to get toilet paper, and I think that helped loosen it up. So between doing the little walk, an hour of gardening, and then installing a blind, I think I've done a lot more today than I had planned!

Tomorrow is my 32nd birthday. This time last year, I was at 220, which is why I had fought so hard to have my license picture retook since it had expired. I know I can get back there and surpass it. I have my energy back and now, just need to keep it moving forward.

I'm still able to wear those size 17 jeans, getting to the point where these fit but might be a tad too tight, but the 20s are clearly getting bulky and unseemingly. I'm hoping I'll continue to shrink down a bit so that these jeans will fit for awhile. When my friend lost a lot of weight, she gave me a slew of 17s, so hoping that'll hold me over for awhile.

It's exciting to have more energy again, to have the umph to do things again...

... now to just overcome that blasted treadmill in my "new" blinded room.
Current Mood: hothot
Current Music: Neighbors mowing outside...
Jazzmine Delgada
18 June 2015 @ 11:53 pm
I feel like crap. Like bloated and failed crap. And I know why; I haven't been kind to myself. Though I parked further away than I could have and hoofed it a couple blocks, I still ate a piece of cheesecake and some chocolate-y things. I've definitely done more during-the-week drinking than previously and sporadically find my brain falling out at times. I'm stuck in this whirlwind of TRYING to be healthier, but realizing that life? Just kinda sucks right now.

I'm giving myself this week to figure out what I want to do. There's more hours at work, a new schedule at the gym, and classes that need to be jump started. I need to make commitments and stick to them.

The other day, I put the treadmill back down to zero after my partner jacked it up to the point of no return. So it's flat now. Easy for me to use. Then I make excuses that I can't get our TiVo up there and have absolutely no interest in TV anymore (this started when grad school did, so it's not a new thing). I feel as though I need to finangle something that would help me want to run again.

I know I've gained some weight back, but considering what I've gone through the past week, I think it's amazing I didn't just fall over in a diabetic coma. I did park further away, I pushed my father in a wheelchair, I kept taking the stairs at school. I know logically that these small adjustments are what makes up for big differences. But at night, I just want to curl up with a bottle of wine and a bag of M&Ms and call it a night.

I know I used to be way more balanced, that ridiculousness wouldn't wear me out so deeply. But I think I've been burning the candle so heavy with such heavy things that I haven't fully recovered.

Check in is Sunday. I picked up more hours and need to do a lot of homework before then. I think my next idea is going to be to work on cleaning out the fridge of whatever is salvageable, even if it is Chinese food. Then we can start fresh. I make these haphazard plans during class when I'm not paying attention; I need to start putting my body when my brain is. So two days before check-in: I'm going to work on homework and the fridge tomorrow, then make sure that my friend and I share a salad tomorrow night before we drink all the wine. Saturday, I'm going to attempt to wake up for an early spin class, come home, shower, then work 13.5 hours.

I need to find the balance again. I'm used to a full life. I've worked swing shift before. And the damned thing about all of this is that I DO know what the hell I should be doing...

... I just need to DO it.
Current Mood: frustratedfrustrated
Current Music: The A/C trying to blow through a vent...
Jazzmine Delgada
15 June 2015 @ 10:46 pm
To find that balance between care-taking out of state and being healthy has been a struggle. I continue to make healthy foods for my parents, but trying to be active is difficult at times. However, I refused to use the valet and definitely pushed my 350+ pound father in a wheelchair up a sorta hill in the Florida heat, then ran him all over the hospital. I feel as though that gives me some cardio!

The new schedule at my gym was posted. I'm negotiating picking my partner up later so I can hit some classes and get some use out of this. To see my parents so decrepit causes my heart to hurt. I don't want to be like them when I'm older; I don't want my children to be like me in 30 years. I see how much they've abused their bodies, when my father asks for a Dinty Moore meal and I blanch at the sodium. When I'm caretaking and exhausted, collapsing into bed way before midnight and waking up with to-do lists swirling around my head.

In those to-do lists are not exercise routines.

But I'm back, so I need to get my car out of the shop and get moving...

... always have to get moving.
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: My partner playing Fall Out...
Jazzmine Delgada
03 June 2015 @ 08:24 pm
I sit here, freshly showered, somewhat proud of myself. I didn't do the original plan, as my body would not have worked well with either a Power class or a Core class that I kept meaning to take. However, I knew I could Spin. So I did.

I donned my grey pants, put my hair back in a headband, and drove to the class. I decided to go ahead and get measured. I hadn't been to the gym since February, so some numbers have changed. All I remember is that my body fat was at 41.2%, which was down from February. I'd also lost two inches in my shoulders and lost maybe seven pounds according to their scale. Granted, not as impressive as I wanted, but totally an improvement, regardless of how small it was.

Got on the bike. Adjusted the bike. And spun. My legs hurt. I was a bit wobbly coming off, meaning that I did what I was supposed to do. So even if I couldn't do the core classes before or after, I could get that spin in and make it work.

And I did!

In other news, I think I also just realized that my cat needs a diet...

... my poor, poor house.
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: Fidget trying to cook downstairs...
Jazzmine Delgada
01 June 2015 @ 08:59 pm
Today, I was too hopeful. I had wanted to take the Spin Beats class, as I am trying to get back on the exercise bandwagon and just recently started a challenge over at 100pounds2lose. But I was SO TIRED.

This morning, I woke up around 0900 and went to a home inspection. Afterward, which was like 1130, I went to the bank to attempt to withdraw money before being told it wouldn't work like that anymore. Then I went to CVS to pick up birth control and toilet paper. Came home around 1300, made ourselves a healthy lunch (quinoa, onions, garlic, brussels sprouts, cheddar cheese, and a fried-ish egg on top with hot sauce, plus an orange on the side), then our financial advisor showed up to help us figure out what we're doing in the next six months. After that, it was 1600. I started trying to figure out things for work, then finally dismantled last semester's notebooks, and organized new binders. I have been talking about napping the entire day. But I haven't.

We made dinner together, and now I'm writing. I want to go ahead and still nap. But with skipping Spin Beats, I know I need another class instead. So we made a plan: I would take Fidget in on Wednesday, then hit the gym for a 30-minute spin class with a power class right afterward. I would probably do my weigh-in and get that back on track as well. I can't believe I haven't been there in several months, but between swing shifts and the time in Florida, I know I now don't have an excuse for a bit.

It's the very beginning of the semester! I can't already be exhausted. But I so am.

I think I'm going to relax on the couch, possibly have some ice cream (especially since it's now time for the red-wine-dark-chocolate-and-sweatpants club to come around) in a ramekin-type thing, and attempt to read for class tomorrow if I don't pass out on the couch instead...

... all are viable options right now.
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Current Music: Fidget playing Fall Out...
Jazzmine Delgada
I had originally thought of getting a gym pass for my time in Florida, but between multiple doctors' appointments, I'm glad I didn't make the commitment. I have legitimately been at a different doctor every day except for Thursday since I've been down here. Trying to organize my parents' health has proved to be arduous. I even took the cat to the vet today; apparently everyone goes to the doctors' when I'm in the South.

However, we have been trying Blue Apron, so there has been very good food while I've been in Florida. While I'm not specifically monitoring weight loss, I am cognizant of healthy choices. When I arrived tonight in Georgia, I was hungry and made myself a plate of pita chips, hummus, peanut butter with crackers and a fruit cup. I also drank a bottle of wine. But I made healthy choices.

I am hopeful that this will keep when I get back to Baltimore. I have a new schedule and a gym pass to use. I think I can finally work it into our schedule.

It could be the wine talking...

... but I am so hopeful.
Current Location: Allenhurst, Ga
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Current Music: Baby's music from the nursery...
Jazzmine Delgada
05 April 2015 @ 03:45 pm
The bunny has come for me, leaving Cadbury eggs and other sundry things to enjoy. We're ordering pizza and wings and I am finally going to drink soda. I am going to enjoy my little gorge fest before I have to head off to work an overnight in a couple hours.

I was able to put three more stones in the weighing jars; I've lost 10.8 pounds since starting both this adventure and beginning the jars. My original goal was to lost 6.2 pounds during Lent, but it's now 10.8! Granted, some of that may temporarily come back during this week with eating fast food and finally have some damned Taco Bell. But I'm pleasantly pleased with what's happened.

I'm still trying to consider what my next goal will be. The thought to lose weight before I have to submit my picture to the Board is enticing, but I don't know what weight I'd want to be down to. I still have to do more pondering.

But 10.8 pounds! Woo hoo! It was oddly satisfying to update my tickers...

... maybe the ticker will just keep getting lower and lower.
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Current Music: Partner watching TV...
Jazzmine Delgada
30 March 2015 @ 12:52 pm
I was out of town this weekend as my college friend's husband committed suicide, leaving behind her and their two little girls. The news came fast on Monday night and I scrambled to rearrange things, even though I was in shock. There's more to this, but because of it, I spent Saturday in my last class, then drove to PA, eating gummy fruits and yogurt pretzels. I had some fajita soup when I finally arrived at my other friends' house after seeing my newly-widowed friend. When I awoke Sunday, we went out to eat brunch with nurses I used to work with, did some errands involving cat food and a new blinker bulb, then drove to Philly to drop off my college roommate. Then I barreled back to Baltimore, picked up Fidget, drove into the city to get a new-ish couch, rearranged most of our furniture, and promptly ordered myself Chinese food and passed out on said couch.

I am still exhausted.

I weighed myself this morning, though I wouldn't consider it official. I had drank some coffee and already gone to an interview, so it wouldn't be what I would consider my "actual" weigh-in weight. It said 244 even, so I'm still hovering around that area. One pleasant surprise was that one of the nurses asked me if I had lost weight, so that was encouraging.

I'm trying to figure out my "goal" now that I've hit my Lenten goal and Lent will end next week anyway. I found out that to be licensed, I need to submit a 2" x 2" photo of myself, presumably so the Board knows my face. I started thinking that could be a goal in and of itself, to have lost enough weight that my picture looks different. I remember how pleased I was when I weighed in at 220 and got my new driver's license; I feel like this is the same thing. I'm not sure how to plan for that, though.

I still haven't officially been to the gym and with this tragedy that struck, I think I'm still recovering from it. I'm so exhausted. Even though I slept on the couch for awhile, then went to bed, it was still an effort to get out at 0920 in order to go to my interview. I'm still feeling somewhat loopy and not all present.

I know I have a big paper that I need to write. I've compiled the data and just need to WRITE it. I had half a thought to take him into work early tomorrow, then go to a spin class to get measured and weighed. I'll still have to roll that around.

Parts of my body are aching, from my triceps to my abdominal muscles. I think it comes from lifting and moving a couch. Thankfully, there weren't a lot of stairs this time!

I may weigh myself again tomorrow in order to see the "normalized" weight. It got down to 242 sometime during last week, so I don't know if it was the weird driving-eating or the Chinese food, but my body is a little out of whack. I'm sure I can get it together. I'll be working some overnights this week, so coordinating will definitely be interesting. I'm doing the overnights Tuesday through Thursday this week, then doing some other little shifts. Maybe doing the stairs every half hour will continue to have minimal weight loss...

... as long as I can keep awake during them!
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Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Current Music: Traffic on the street...
Jazzmine Delgada
I weighed myself quickly this morning before leaving for my now-early-assigned morning shift at the Kangaroo Hut. The only thing I can think of is the constant stairs every thirty minutes on the overnight shifts were giving me inadvertent exercise, as well as monitoring what I'm eating.

I still haven't been to the gym. Ugh. However, I did purchase more B-12 sublinguals, so maybe I can get back on board with taking my vitamins. I know I have a B-12 deficiency, so maybe not taking that for awhile made me more lethargic. I used to have to give myself shots to try and jump-start my body, and then was on those tablets. Thankfully, I am back up to full with the B-12, the Niacin, vitamin D, and the fish oil capsules. Maybe my brain will start working well again.

Maybe with this new schedule, I can see about working in some gym time. I have an interview tomorrow for another part-time job, which would be stellar if I can continue to cobble together monies. But the gym thing; I really need to figure out the gym thing.

But another two pounds, a full two pounds actually. I've surpassed my Lenten goal! Now, I need to figure out what the next goal will be. It's ridiculous how the mind views things; 243 seems so much less than 245, but maybe it's because it's a different bracket? Like technically, I could round down? Is that why the mind does that when we gain or lose weight?

Last year on my birthday, I weighed in at 220. The lowest I had seen on the scale was 213 around that time, which blew my mind away. The "happy" goal is 200 but the "ideal" weight would be 180. Now, I'm wondering how close the 208.6 is, if that would even be feasible in this year. I'm coming up on another internship, maybe another part-time job, graduating, and hustling to make money to support Fidget when he goes back to school. I don't want to make a lofty goal so I never hit it; I'll have to think harder on this, and also appropriately gauge my dedication to this, especially when Lent is over and I can have ALL the soda and ALL the chocolate and other things I've sworn off.

But I totally have eight stones in my weighing jars.

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Maybe if I add walking back in, it'll come off quicker. I was thinking last night how I used to be so on point with exercise and eating, and it all went to hell. However, with this success, it might be enough to get me back on that treadmill again...

... and those spin classes.
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Current Music: Partner's music in the kitchen...