Weight Loss Wednesday 11.28.12

This week should be renamed Weight Gain Wednesday. My fancy scale told me I weight 147.8 lbs this morning and had 28% body fat. I'm not sure how much of that has to do with Thanksgiving or the dinner I had at Yuka last night. About once a week my Life Wife and I go out for a dinner of salmon sashimi, miso or shiitake soup, and chicken fried rice. Super sodium and carb overload.

As you can tell from my face in the pictures below, I was not happy with this information.

147.8 lbs
28% body fat

Last night I had a lot of trouble falling asleep. I was really tired for the second half of the day, but got a second wind after I ate dinner. I tossed and turned for a while and realized that my legs were bothering me. My legs and feet have been a bit swollen from standing at my desk. That plus spin class made me feel really achy and so I put on my compression calve sleeves. It made a huge difference and I woke up feeling much better this morning. The girl who sits in the desk behind me said the people at her old job started to use standing desks and had the same swelling and pain, but that it was only temporary. I think I am going to ask for some more compression sleeves for Christmas so I can start wearing them to work. I think the black bair would look cute peeping out of boots.

This is a horribly unflattering picture of me, but in case you ever wondered what I look like in my work clothes.

Compression Sleeves

I love compression sleeves because I get cankles. Yes, cankles. You should feel sorry for me.

I recently went on a business trip to Chicago (my super cool new job includes travel!) and I conked out on the plane before putting on my compression calve sleeves. I was suffering from a 3-day-in-the-making hangover and just really wanted to go to sleep. Upon landing, my ankles were the same size as my calves and I was horrified. I slept in my ankle sleeves that evening and thankfully my ankles returned to almost normal size.

I took this picture from my bed last night.
That's my front door. Oh studios...

I was not going to make the same mistake on the way home. I put those suckers on immediately after boarding and kept them on until I arrived safely at my apartment.

I actually really like sleeping in my compression sleeves and did so again last night. Please excuse the copious amount of laundry in the picture about. I haven't been to my parents house in a while.

I wear Zensah Running Compression Leg Sleeves, but other companies make similar items. I really want the American flag print.

Officially Freaking Out

I am officially freaking out. On Thursday I started to really understand that I will be running THE ING NYC Marathon in only a few days. Then I started feeling sick to my stomach. I get a lot of anxiety about picking up the damn race packet, so I went to the Expo after work Thursday afternoon. It was a nightmare. So many people. So many people not speaking English. It was noisy and overwhelming, but getting that actual race bag was a quick and pleasant experience.

Welcome... to Purgatory.

I've been panicking over what to wear for the race, but I finally decided on a pair of Champion C9 for Target shorts, a Champion top, and sleeves. I needed to buy sleeves so I picked up a pair of Zensah sleeves at the Expo. I'm actually wearing them right now.

The Zensah display at the Expo.

Friday night the 34 year-old and I met for drinks at Dylan Murphy's (where we met) and then he cooked me a pasta dinner. It was delicious. 

The 34 year-old.

Fairway chicken is awesome and reasonably priced.

We had spinach penne with sauteed chicken, mushrooms, zucchini, squash, asparagus, and mushrooms in olive oil. I ate the leftovers (all 9 servings of it) today as well. After dinner I got rip roaring drunk off of a Cavit big gulp and showed off my putting skills. The 34 year-old has a Ping putter and I find the sound to be magical.

In the cup!

I like to spend the day before important races drinking beer and eating buffalo wings. We returned to Dylan Murphy's but I was only allowed to have one beer. Note to self, do not allow your bartender friends to become emotionally invested in your running success. The 34 year-old got to spend some quality time with his Saturday girlfriends and I got to eat sixteen wings, so it was a win-win for everyone.

We're an attractive looking couple. I know.

T and I met up to head over to the Marathon Pasta Dinner over by Tavern on the Green. It was extremely tasty. I love mac and cheese and the salad dressing was awesome. There was even beer!

Dinner ticket.

My Coors Light can told me it wasn't cold so I didn't bother to drink more than a sip.

The great volunteers serving up the complex carbohydrate meal.

After we ate, T and I went to see the finish line and listen to this awful band play its last song. It was pretty cool seeing where it will all end tomorrow. I am going to be keeping this mental image with me as a I beg for mercy around mile 18.

European runners smoking. I like how they think.

These nice guys took our picture in front of the finish line. For some reason I thought it was a good idea to wear my Frye boots again and my foot was hurting. Why am I so insistent about wearing things that hurt before races?

I like T's scarf. If anyone wants to buy me a present...

Obviously the M31 bus neglected to pick me up (again) so I walked from 66th Street up to my apartment. These guys across the street were having a pull-up contest. One day I will be able to do that.

I need to get to bed, but I am going to watch Bones before I do. The 34 year-old and I watched it last night but I blacked out so it's as if it were still new. Funny side story: I woke up at 5 AM on the couch this morning and I go into the bedroom and ask the 34 year-old why I am sleeping on the couch. He told me I refused to get off the couch last night. I breathed an audible sound of relief because I thought I was in some kind of trouble. Oops.