the_gneech: (Leonard machismo)
Been a while since I've done one of these! But it's all part of the whole "get back into the swing of regular exercise" bit.

Numbers below. )

I need to remember to weigh myself after the workout; I also picked out a machine to add a chest press to the routine, but didn't actually do any sets on it, just tried enough to be sure I could get into it. (My arms were pretty wobbly by the end!)

Sport and Health was also giving out samples from their food plan; it was good stuff! [livejournal.com profile] lythandra and I are probably going to start using it for a few lunches and dinners at least every week — our lunches are currently particularly bad due to the limited nature of our easy choices. It's not like Nutri-System or something like that: the food plan isn't "diet food" in any way, but it comes in balanced, pre-planned portions for either a 1200- or 1600-calorie diet, so you know what you're getting up front and all you have to do is warm it up. That will make portion control easy.

When I went through my "smart start" with the trainer, his opinion was that my daily caloric intake was probably too low (and of course, too carb/sugar-heavy), leaving me with a slow metabolism. So hopefully having a pre-made food plan ready to go will rev up the engine a bit and make fat burning happen.

Also, while I'm at it: for Christmas, I got [livejournal.com profile] lythandra an X-Box 360 Kinect plus the system's equivalent to DDR. We played with it quite a bit over the weekend and it's a lot of fun, although I wish the music choices were more appealing. Benny Benassi's "Satisfaction" is the best thing on there, with various Lady Gaga chart-toppers being next in line ... most of the rest is just crap. There are unlockable songs and you can download paid add-on songs as well, however, so maybe we'll find some better stuff. The only real problem is that to play with it requires moving all the furniture, which is kind of a pain in the hinder.

That's all for now! Catcha later. :)

-The Gneech
the_gneech: (Leonard machismo)
Hello, muscles! I remember you guys.

You may recall that a little post-AC prodding from [livejournal.com profile] mammallamadevil prompted [livejournal.com profile] lythandra and I to sign up at the local Sport & Health. I'll be the first to admit that our attendance has been on the spotty side. Not totally nonexistent — I'd say we've averaged about a visit a week in the intervening time — but spotty enough that we haven't been getting the full potential benefits of it. And aside from a good deal of swimming early on, when we have gone, I have often not had the oomph in me to do more than get on a bike machine and pedal for half an hour.

Last week, I resolved to correct this, and headed for the weight machines. My plans were then of course knocked for a loop by parental privilege, but we're still pushing for it. So tonight was my second go-around on the weight machines.

As some of you may know, I was for quite some time a big ol' Bowflex fan. In fact, I "used up" an original-series Bowflex Ultimate to the point where I couldn't actually use the needed resistance for a workout because I just ended up lifting the entire machine off the floor. So I then replaced it with a Bowflex Revolution, which I frankly hate and consider to be $2500 wasted. The B.R. is still sitting in the back of the house, in a room it can barely squeeze into, never used because it's such a pain in the hinder.

So, my body is used to this stuff, and has missed it. But my body is also over forty years old now, and for men that's an issue. Starting around now male DNA comes to the conclusion that if you haven't had kids yet you're not likely to, and so all you're doing is taking up space, and starts trying to kill you. One of the ways it does this is by making it harder to build and maintain muscle. It's not a problem for me yet, but who know when it will start to be.

So really, I can't keep doing this "on-again, off-again" routine and expect my body to snap back into it. Consistency is the only thing that will allow me to even stave off weakening, much less build any new strength. And it's also the only thing that will keep my lower back from eventually snapping like a twig, which is something I very much want to avoid.

As inconvenient as the trips over to my parents' house have been, they do at least provide me with a valuable object lesson. My mom thinks a small grocery bag is ponderously heavy. My dad can't walk. I don't want to end up in either of these conditions. Granted we've all got to go sometime, but when the day comes, I'd much rather be like my Aunt Iris, who was sharp, spry, active, and alert and just suddenly had her heart stop on the way back in from taking out the trash. No long slide into incapacity for me, please.

-The Gneech
the_gneech: (Kero Power Tie)
I haven't posted much about this 'cause it was all still quite vague. But I mentioned a while back that Mrs. Gneech and I had joined a local health club; part of the startup package there is an initial session with a personal trainer to get you started.

Except, when I went, they took my blood pressure and said, "Whoa, dude, too high! We can't work with you unless you get cleared by a doctor."

This rather baffled me, as I'd just had my annual physical in March and was specifically told then that my blood pressure was fine. So I made a new appointment with the doc and spent the past ten days or so taking BP readings, which have indeed been uniformly in the "pre-hypertension" stage.

So, this morning, I went in to the doc and said, "WTF blood pressure?" The doc put me on a machine, took a reading, and it was fine. And just to be sure, he went oldschool and took it a second time via the "stethoscope and hand-pumped collar" method ... and it was still fine. He also said that the bloodwork from my physical indicated that everything was ticketyboo except for having slightly low HDL cholesterol and recommending that I exercise and eat more fish. He suggested 81mg of Aspirin a day and that next time I come in I bring along my blood pressure meter to calibrate it.

...

Okay then! So with note in hand and a clean bill of health, it's back to the health club for me. Nice to know that I'm not about to explode or anything, in any case.

But enough about such weighty matters! Have something weirdly cool.



-The Gneech

PS: This one is good too.

the_gneech: (Boot to the Head)
So I haven't really been getting anything to speak of in the way of regular exercise since I had to drop my kung fu; I have a Bowflex, but I really don't like it as much as my previous one and it's in a hard-to-access spot in the back of the house, which tends to leave it unused. (I'm not generally of the buy-exercise-equipment-and-leave-it-sitting persuasion, mind you -- I used the previous Bowflex until it got to the point where the resistance was so high I ended up lifting the whole machine up off the ground.) I'll probably end up selling it, if only to open up the space it's wasting.

Anyway! [livejournal.com profile] lythandra and I have been hemming and hawing for some time about the possibility of joining a health club; with a little nudge from [livejournal.com profile] mammallamadevil, we finally did it earlier this week and last night we went to our first workout there. Laurie went downstairs to use one of the stationary bikes, while I figured I'd ease into things with some swimming.

Oof.

Once upon a time in the dim, dim ages past, I was on a community swim team. I was probably the worst person on the team, mind you, but I was still there, and did a lot of swimming. So slipping into the water and splooshing around a bit was much like riding a bicycle ... my muscles already knew what to do, even after *mumble* decades.

On the other hand, I didn't have asthma when I was ten. And I had a lot more energy. 0.o After two laps of freestyle, I was puffing for air, and after four, I was gasping. But I kept going, stopping for breath when I had to, ratcheting down to the breast stroke and eventually that kind whose name I can't remember -- like the breast stroke but on your back -- because they were easier on me. After half an hour, I was tapped out, so I called it a night. And this morning I'm sore in all sorts of strange places. Muscles that I haven't spoken to since I was still in school are going, "Hey, what the...?" But I'm glad we went. :)

We're due to have "smart start" [1] sessions with trainers at some point, but they haven't contacted us about that yet, so in the meantime, we're going to muck around as best we can. But three sessions a week of something is still better than the nothing we've been getting.

-The Gneech

[1] Isn't that cute. :P

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