scootermagruder

So, I’m two days into my two week countdown. Once the 19th rolls around my lady swings into the country and I’ll be on a long 10-44 radio UA ;) I won’t be able to blog, but I will be able to respond to any personal messages. Hell, it’s just easier to email me  csmagruder at gmail dot com. I’m available for advice and encouragement 24/7. I also tweet about a lot of stuff, @schuyler_15. Feel free to add me. If you’re a facebook person, the email is the same, however, if you don’t ID yourself I won’t accept.

 Anyway, enough pimping out my shit. Today was good, stepped in on the scale at a lean 201.8 (ok, so it’s definitely more a doughy 201.8 but who’s counting?) and decided to celebrate by eating breakfast. Nothing to eat in the house, right? My bananas and apples were gone. What do I do? Well, I eat what was available. Few pieces of orange chicken and an eggroll and THEN I found my museli. Let’s just say I ate some museli-which not only is delicious but is super high in fiber- afterwards and it’s doing a number on my tummy. Add to that a ton of coffee and let’s just say in less than a half hour I’ll be temporarily busy. Goodness.

Anyway, the hill runs have been awesome. They are hell, really they are, but it’s only 35-45 seconds at a time. I love it! Tonite I’ll be up to 10 reps after a mile run.

So I’m dying to crack 200. It’s totally psyching me out. Totally arbitrary, but still a ”real” enough hurdle for sure. It’ll happen. Give me 5 days.

I’ve meant to blog everyday, but haven’t had the time. On the plus side, I’ve strung together a few good days in a row. Thank God! Tonite, more HIIT training. I will murder that hill or die trying.

Wow, last nite was murder. Played broomball, and if you’ve ever played, you know that falling down on the ice happens a lot. My hips and kneecaps are amazing shades of blue and purple. I had a great time, I teamed up with an old hockey buddy Chris and we ran the table. Needless to say with the profanity, bodychecking, lewd celebration “dances” and generally playfully aggressive attitudes and actions we weren’t invited back. Not that I’d want to subject my body to the kind of abuse I put it thru last nite ever again.

Either way it was encouraging, I ran up and down the ice and was in better shape than anyone else out there. Good feeling!

 Anyway my stomach feels like garbage but I still ate well today. Haven’t been on the bike in 3 days and probably won’t run tonite, but tomorrow I’ll both go to the gym and run.

October 2nd: 205.6

OK. Fuck this bullshit. I’ve totally been a loose cannon for the last 3 days. Ate whatever I wanted, drank whatever. I put on probably 8 pounds over 3 days of indulgence. I hate this feeling. It’ll take me a week of hard work to get back down to where I was.

 It’s weird, I don’t often binge, or rather, it’s infrequent. Usually happens when I get stuck on a number, which was 200 and 215 before that and 225 before that.

Anyway, October is my very favorite month of the year. I’ll turn 27 (yikes), luckily it will be with a girl that I love, I’d never been in love. Even when I was married it was because it was what I thought was the right thing. Hah! Oh well, live and learn. Let me tell you, it’s different this time. She is, in addition to being drop dead beautiful, is smart, funny, and most importantly, she gets me. That’s never happened. I’ve never had anyone understand me, even best friends and family. We seem to interact to a beat and a rhythm all our own. It’s great. She needs me as much as I need her. I never felt that way before, I was always told and treated like I was lucky to have my exwife as a partner. If there was a fight, my fault right? She couldn’t possibly be wrong. Strange illusion. I don’t like to compare, because it’s not fair for anyone involved, but let’s just say my current isn’t “perfect”, and infact less “perfect” than my ex but somehow that makes her PERFECT for me. OK, no more gushing.

Time for brass tacks:

For October, I’m only worrying about it until the 18th, then she flies into the country and we’ll be together for 2 or 3 weeks and damn the diet. She’s very health-centered and I’m sure between running around seeing neat shit and much, much! vigorous “exercise” I should be able to maintain/lose weight.

 So to keep myself focused for the next 18 days, my goals are:

1. Don’t be a fucking idiot about nutrition, at least 95% of the time.

2. Either run or lift everyday, or both. Sometimes I can do both and feel great.

3. Be smart about my days off. This is the toughest. I need to be in the gym on days off, no where else.

4. Blog everysinglefuckingday. I hate/love the accountability.

5. I’m cracking 200. You guys will see. I’ve never actually done it before. Not since I was 16. You all will bear witness.

 So thanks, no quotes today, have coffee on the drip and I should get back to work. Thanks guys

Wooo! I just drank a tall. Good lord I love coffee. Coffee and good music are the biggest tools in my fight against body fat. I’m serious, I couldn’t lose weight without either.

What are your guys’ tools for success?

Putting on my rugby boots and going to do some HIIT reps uphill tonite. Only hill in the damn state. I’m going to make it my bitch, as long as I can avoid the gopher holes on the way up.

 Tonite:

30 second sprints to the top. 60 seconds recovery/walk back to the starting point. 6 to 8 reps. Hopefully more like 8, but we shall see

Either way, should be a good cardio day after about 4 days off.

So this morning I reached my mini-goal. I’m pretty excited. Tomorrow when I hop on the scale, depending on water weight, I’ll be under 200lbs for the first time in 12 years. That’s pretty neat. I feel like right now I’m pretty unstoppable, which, I am, naturally.

 Seriously though, I altered my goal weight, want to eventually be down to 175 or so. We’ll see. I don’t see why I couldn’t do that by Christmas. Of course, I could fail but longshots are always the most fun to take. I told you all I wanted to make 195 by October 1st, and that is definitely a longshot but you never know.

 I’m putting in the miles on the bike and running while my weightlifting has been effected by injury and apathy. Starting tomorrow, I’ll get back into the gym. It’s cool though, I’m excited to see new veins and muscles as I’m losing body fat. My gut is still killing me but it’ll shrink with hardwork and time.

 So I’ve tweaked my diet. Wanna give it a whirl?

 Wake up 10 AM. Half cup of mueseli (yum), a banana or apple, and 1 whole egg plus 4 eggwhites.

Work out NO XPLODE caffeine/creatine

Lift

chocolate/peanut butter shake. Whey AND Casein. Let me know if you’re curious on the difference and respective effects on the body.

Ride bike 8 miles to work

2pm two cups of coffee, creamer, truvia

6 pm apple

8pm cup of coffee

9 pm ride bike 8 miles home

10 or 11 run 5k

 Tons of water and I never say “no” to veggies, especially the green leafy kind. Plus multi vitamin and omega 3 oils.

 Little extreme but the results are infallible.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore,
is not an act but a habit.
Aristotle

And I love this one:

Without inspiration the best powers of the mind remain dormant. There is a fuel in us which needs to be ignited with sparks.
Johann Gottfried Von Herder

So, if you’ve read my posts before you know that I’ve gone thru a divorce in the last year, so I moved for work back to where I’m from. (sexy) So I find out/come to the conclusion that I’m moving again in late Dec/early January so in order to save money and pay off some marriage incurred debt (facepalm) I’ve moved back into my parents house for the next few months. (sexier!)

 Anyway, besides it sucking and killing my self-esteem, it’s good to spend time around my folks. I’ll be moving far away from home and so I need to get the time with them now because I don’t know how much I’ll be back in the future.

The worst part is the food. Both of my parents are overweight, my mother seriously, and they definitely don’t help. Just moving back got me so much closer to cheesy poofs and chocolate and tons of other shit I don’t need. (Birthday cake?! It’s no one’s effin’ birthday for another month!)

It also puts me in a bad mode, so much of my overeating is ingrained into my muscle memory. I just reach for food. Nom freaking nom. Anyway, I do well when I’m at work and so my plan is to just GTFO of the house when I’m not working. I may go to the park, or the gym, or the library but where ever it’ll be far away from my parent’s house.

 God, did I tell you it sucks moving back in after being independent since I was 18? Still, it’s worth it. Gotta keep telling myself that over and over.

The running is going amazing, while the weights and sleep has suffered. I’m off tomorrow (gasp) and plan on spending a good while at the gym (sexiest)

Thanks guys, good luck in your journeys this week!

So on Wednesday, just as I was feeling good about myself, and starting to heal rib wise, I get into a pursuit with a couple females. I’ve been trying to grab these girls for awhile, they’re the organized retail types that come in, hit hard and leave quick in a convienently parked getaway car, engine always runnin.

Anyway, they saw me watching them and hit the doors at high speed. As I chased them I stepped into a bag that they dropped and felt a pop in my quad. They ran to the getaway vehicle, which locked them out (L-O-L) and then proceeded to run about an eight of a mile. I took off after the runner, and so while chasing her (in Converse All-Stars no less, not the best for hoofin it) I noticed she was gaining distance on me. I’m not the fleetest of foot by any means but I should be able to close the distance on a 5′2″ 190 lb female. I started slowing down and felt my quad lock up. Needless to say, other people apprehended her for me and I got to hear about how I couldn’t catch her while she was restrained in my office. How’s that for motivation!?

So anyway, grade 3 strain. I was told if I would’ve kept running (I couldn’t) that I would’ve completely torn it and instead of a few weeks of rehab I’d have months instead.

I’ve been doing very light work since and have put on a pound of weight, due to my inactivity and meds. I’m off the meds now, feeling good, no longer feeling sorry for myself, and wiser (got my runners on today)

195 will now be harder to achieve now, by the end of the month, but I’m not used to failing and it just doesn’t feel right if I don’t try anyway.

 Enjoy your Labor Day everyone!

 ”Believe you can and you’re halfway there!”

-Teddy Roosevelt

I hate these posts. I’ll be honest, on this website I feel like my job is to bring good news, positive motivation, and honest observations to the table. If I see a post that I think is mostly emotional venting or complaining, I’ll just skip it. If you need emotional comfort, especially if you are a woman, I don’t feel qualified or patient enough to help. Well, that’s my insensitivity. Sorry.

 That being said..

The last two days have been really rough on me. I’ve put about 5 back on. I’m sure 3 is water weight and I’m sure it won’t take more than a week or so to take it off, but it is what it is: TEMPORARY failure. I used to eat because I was depressed, which I’ve asserted several times is merely anger turned inwards. I felt the same kind of thing going on with a slight twist, it’s more frustration that’s lead to my overeating these last few days. I haven’t done a good job managing stress in my life, you could say. I didn’t stay mindful. I need to be wise to my needs right now.

 In the last calendar year, I’ve been thru a divorce, left a church that I had attended my whole life, lost literally hundreds of friends in the ensuing scandal (it was one of those “no divorce, EVER” places) had a close family member pass away, moved twice, changed my career,  and finally, started a new relationship (the long distance variety) , which is fun but stressful at the same time.

 I mention this because until I wrote it down, I never really gave it much thought. Obviously, many of those things were on my mind at different times, but my bulldog mentality of always push thru it has the unfortunate side effect of not allowing me a balance of dealing with issues without dwelling on them. Dealing=GOOD! Dwelling=BAD!

Haha. In the last couple days I’ve totally let all this stress rush back into my life. Instead of going and running it out, like I normally do, I’ve been sidelined by a fractured rib. No more rugby this year, no serious workouts for a few weeks. Frustration! I love sport, I love the teamwork, I love being able to take out my aggression on others! No more for a few months at least.

So, instead of exercising I picked up some icecream and ate it all instead. After some chicken. And then before some bread.

 Anyway, I’m back to running tomorrow, thank god! and I get to talk to my girl tonite for more than 20 minutes! So I’m sure a reload and a recharge will get me back in the right mindframe.

 I feel like I do a good job passing on advice and knowledge to others, but I definitely need to put the examining glass on myself every once in awhile.

“Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad”

 Beginning weight for September: 207.6

Goal weight: 195

Lofty but I can do it. Stay tuned and watch me (a little cockiness never killed anyone)