Only 22 Days Until Dragon*Con 2012!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3 weeks. Time to buckle down for the home stretch…

While I’m definitely behind on my weight loss goals, which I do not blame on myself, but rather on my laziness and eating more calories than I burn, I am making progress.

But if you’ve been following me on fitocracy, you know that my exercise regimen has been loose, to say the least.

Still, my diet has changed drastically. Every morning I have Cabot brand yogurt with some granola, usually Bear Naked or Cascadian Farms brand.

For lunch, almost every day, I have sardines and triscuits, usually with some fruit (I know just simply everyone is wondering when the sardine taste tests will come back, and all I can say is very very soon. I have some swank sardines in the cupboard that I’d like to review asap).

Dinner is a crapshoot. Last night I had a 6″ turkey on wheat from Subway, a banana, and a cherry coke zero. This is fairly consistent with the type of stuff I eat for supper. The reason my dinners are so inconsistent is because sometimes I’m at work during dinnertime, and sometimes I’m not, which means that what is available to me varies nearly every day.

I usually have a snack or two during the day, either of wasabi almonds or fruit.

But lately my clothes are fitting better and, in general, I just feel better all around.

That was not the case two hours ago when I woke up.

Waking up at 5 in the morning is just unnatural. I honestly can’t believe that I used to do it every day. Unfortunately, I know myself very well and I know that if I don’t get my fitnessing out of the way early, then it won’t get done at all. If I give myself even a few minutes in front of the computer or the tv, then I am screwed for the rest of the day. Which may sound bad, and it is, but I think it is important to be honest with myself about my own weaknesses.

Driving to the JFZ, I couldn’t shake the feeling that all my old COC would look at me in disgust.

Turns out, I was wrong. All my usual COC were there all right, but as I should have suspected… they didn’t give a mess if I was there or not. The only difference was that Smiley Girl, I think, has gotten herself knocked the eff up. Good for her, I guess, if she wants a baby.

There was one lady, who in my mind I call Mom Jeans, who is usually there with another woman, whom I do not have a nickname for, but is just Mom Jeans’s companion. Mom Jeans’s companion is possibly Mom Jeans’s Mom. Mom Jeans was making it happen on The Bull, while Mom Jeans’s companion was across the room on a stationary bike.

“Ooooh, I wonder if they had a falling out?”, I thought.
Usually they fitness together on everything.

But the coup de grace of my COC, the one that I hope is there every time, is Joan Jett.

Joan Jett normally hits up the JFZ a bit later than I do, around 9 or 10 or so, but she is awesome.

Why do I call her Joan Jett? Isn’t it obvious? She looks like she could have been on 20 Minute Workout.

Just in case Joan Jett, through some cosmic accident, has stumbled across this blog: You are awesome. You are in way better shape than I am. I’m a quiet, fat, idiot and you are flashdance material.

Joan Jett is excited to be at the JFZ. A sweatshirt with cutoff sleeves, a headband, and leg warmers. It looks like something the kids would have worn a few years back when everything 80’s was cool again… except that this is all-out, full-on, 80’s, rather than the watered-down version seen recently.

She also yelps during working out, which I love. I don’t know if she is consciously flaunting the JFZ’s non-vocal policy or not, but that headband makes me think that she knows full well what she is doing. If you meant business in the 80’s, you wore a damn headband (Rambo, Brand from Goonies, etc.). A red one, preferably, that angrily screamed at the world: “I am not afraid to get dirty and/or sweaty in pursuit of my goals! And none of that sweat will be in my eyes, so I can properly see you when I kick your ass!”

My COC aside, I hit the Whirly Bird for a grueling 30 minutes (take that, 20 minute workout!) and then did step 1 (or 3, depending on which way you’re going) of the Trilogy of Terror. The one that simulates push-ups.

Speaking of push-ups, they are hard. Somewhere along the way, they got lumped in with sit-ups, which are the “connect-the-dots game” to push-ups’ “sudoku level a zillion”. I mean, seriously, who can’t, at the very least, sit up. It may be the only exercise that is perfectly described right there in the name of it. Whoever was in the business of naming exercises went to coffee when it was sit-up’s turn. I guess “running” is also fairly self-explanatory.

Anyway, sit-ups are easy. Even when not in shape at all, I can easily do 50 sit-ups. I probably haven’t done 50 push-ups in my entire life. I hope that is an exaggeration.

I hope this post hasn’t been too boring, and that I haven’t wasted your time, but I did want to get a finessing post in here, considering that is half of the point of this blog in the first place.

Next time: I review some more sardines. Excitement!!!!!