Beyond Blubberdome Week 3: Is Puking How Every Workout is Going To End For Me Now?

So, yeah.  Evidently I'm still recovering from last week's illness or something.  Tuesday's workout only lasted about 2/3 of the way through.  I started getting really lightheaded, and almost dropped one of the powerblocks on my head.  When that happened, I decided to wrap it up for the night.

Last night, about halfway through, I started getting dizzy...seeing stars somewhat.  I tried to push through it, but something was wrong.  I was sweating, which is normal, but I was sweating profusely.  It was exploding off my body.  So I cut it off.  Sat on the back deck for a couple minutes, then ran upstairs to the bathroom and provided some vomit swatches for the walls.  "Regurgitated Tuna Sandwich Grey" is not an attractive color choice for a bathroom paint.  Just fyi.

I don't have any idea what's going on here.  If I have this happening during next week's workouts, I'm probably going to go see my doctor.  This is VERY new to me.  I mean...I've puked from exertion before, especially after runs...but this was different.  My body was just, I don't know, rejecting the exercise?  I was supposed to run this morning, but was actually scared to do it.  I didn't want that feeling to come over me again 2 miles from the house.

Anyway, I did actually lose a pound this week, so there's that.

I wish I had something more interesting to follow up with.  I really don't.  This is stressing me a little.  Put that together with Steph's trials over the last week, and neither one of us is really "winning" at this point.  I will say though, that Steph just plain seems much more energetic since this has started.  It's been noticeable.  So if she quits now, I'm going to make a point out of farting in her car at least once a day.

Beyond Blubberdome Week 2: Down Goes Butterball

This was actually a rough week for me.  Didn't get much sleep, had a pretty nasty fever one night...yadda yadda.  I had to skip a workout on Tuesday, and pushed Thursday's to Friday.

Now, that being said, I really didn't eat much, as I was feeling like poop, and was never hungry, so that was probably mitigating.  Yesterday was weigh-in day, and I was sweating it a little.

For the week, I was down 2.4 pounds, and for the contest, I'm down 2.3% overall.

Which means...I'm still solidly in the lead.  Butterball is down 1.25 since last week, and 1.5% for the contest overall.  Good results, but NOT GOOD ENOUGH, BUTTERBALL!!!

Running Into Headwind, And Starting Chalean Week 2

I was planning on running Saturday.

Saturday ended up being kinda cold.  I had a rather late night the night before, too (that's a story for another time...a good one...).

Also, my stomach was a little...weird.

So Saturday ended up being quite the lazy day.  Don't like it?  Bite me.

Anyway, I decided to make today different.  I was up bright and early and headed to Montezuma for some bird pics.  Windy...not much to shoot.  Struck out there.  Headed over to Mud Lock...struck out there too.  Headed to Lewis's for my normal Sunday morning breakfast, two slices of French Toast, well done, with a side of meat, sausage today.  I called the Colonel to see if he wanted to enjoy some breakfast, but he was going to church.  I'll never call him again.  He's dead to me.  (just checking to see if you're reading, Jeff)

So, I headed back home, did some digesting/picking up, and went for a run.  Decided to to do a full 5k length.  But...that wind.  Good gravy.  Running against that wind was tiring.  And it seemed, after the initial leg down Genessee Street, that IT WAS ALWAYS IN MY GODDAMN FACE.  ALWAYS.  IN MY FACE.  ALWAYS.

Eff-you, wind.

Did I make that clear?  It was in my face no matter if I was running north, south, east or west.  It took me over 40 minutes to run 5k.  But so what, I did it anyway.

Once home, I had a turkey sandwich with some chocolate milk, and ran out to grab a few groceries that I had forgotten.

That errand complete, I got down to Burn Circuit 1, the first workout of week 2, and it went REALLY well. I might actually start doing this run/workout thing on the same days.  I probably won't.  Or...well...maybe do 5k lengths on the non-workout days, at least 2 a week, and do shorter, faster ones on workout days.  Like a mile, but a fast mile.  Or fartleks.   HAHAHAHA...fartleks.

Anyway, I'll keep this post free of trash-talk.  Steph, the poor dear, has a little boo-boo, so had to take today off.  Poor widdle Stephie.  Stephie and her weak female genes.  You'll never be able to lose weight like a man, Butterball.  It's SCIENCE.  So I feel bad for her, and won't do any trash-talking.

Feasting on the Bones of Team Butterball

Run AND Burn Circuit 3.

That's right, Steph.  Your ass is going down.  (Not in the biblical sense, of course)

Conrad is home this week for spring break from school.  This morning he asked me if he could go on a run with me.  I enthusiastically said "Dude, awesome.  I'll take the afternoon off."  Even though I wouldn't normally run on a weight workout day, I've been asking him to take runs with me for over a year now, so I couldn't pass up the chance.

So I took the afternoon off and headed home.  Conrad and I needed to run an errand, so I let him pick lunch.  Unfortunately, he chose Denny's, against my better judgement.  To make it even worse, he had pancakes.  I tried telling him how much that would suck during the run, but he was pretty jacked to have pancakes.  I went with this avocado BLT, which replaced the tomato with avocado.  It would have been better with both, but whatever.

We got home, decided to let some digestion happen.  So we fired up the arcade cabinet and had some epic 80's arcade battles.  Frogger, Tron, Galaga, Ms. PacMan, Life Force, and Joust.  Joust for us was pretty kick-ass actually, had a great time with that one.

After about 45 minutes, we headed out for our run.  Just took it easy, letting him set the pace and take walk breaks when he needed them.  Our final total was 1.47 miles, with a sprint up the final hill.  It was great to get out and run on such an extremely nice day like this, and to have him with me made it even more fun.

Once we got back to the house, my eleven year old thespian got very melodramatic about taking a cold shower.  But I got down to some more business.  Burn Circuit 3.  A very heavy shoulders/legs workout, which, coming about 10 minutes after our run was doubly tough.  I had to cut a couple exercises short, one because my feet were starting to get sore, so I took my shoes off.  That made it very hard to finish the lunges completely, and secondly, I was dead ass tired.  But I made it through.

Which brings me to the educational portion of my message.

Post workout fuel.

There are soooo many post-workout supplements/drinks, etc, out there.  It's a huge industry.  Mike (who is SOLIDLY BEHIND TEAM TEMPORARILY FAT JASON...again, not in the biblical sense) mentioned that chocolate milk was amazing after workouts.

And it is.  It's just a killer pick-me-up.  Let me borrow from Fitness Magazine:  "Compared to plain milk, water, or most sports drinks, it has double the carbohydrate and protein content, perfect for replenishing tired muscles. Its high water content replaces fluids lost as sweat, preventing dehydration. Plus it packs a nutritional bonus of calcium, and includes just a little sodium and sugar -- additives that help recovering athletes retain water and regain energy."

They are absolutely right.  I had about 8 ounces of chocolate milk after finishing the workout.  It was glorious.  Really picks you right back up.

So there you go.  SUCK IT, BUTTERBALL (again, not in the biblical sense)

Beyond Blubberdome: Butterball vs Temporarily Fat Jason Weight Loss Challenge eXXXtreme

Auntie Butterball

vs.

Blaster Jason

WINNER TAKES THE CHUNKY CUP (which I don't have an image of yet, because I haven't made it yet).

Ok, here's what really happening here.  Steph and I are both starting workout programs around the same time.  So we're gonna have a little contest.  We're gonna weigh in every week, track our percent of body mass lost each week.  At the end of the contest, whoever has lost the higher ratio wins the cup.

There will be trash talking.  At least on my side.

So bring it, Auntie Butterball.  EMBARGO ON!