Completing the picture

Generally I haven’t had much need to go visit my doctor. Back when I was living with my parents in the northeast corner of the city I could probably count the number of times I visited my doctor on a single hand. For whatever reason I never really bonded well with him. It was a walk-in clinic so often the waits to go see him felt interminable. I only went there when I needed a referral to a dermatologist, or when I had a bad case of bronchitis. Anyway, when I finally moved out on my own I had intentions of finding a new doctor. Those plans eventually fell by the wayside. Every now and then my mother would urge me to go see a doctor. I would tell her that I would, but nothing ever happened. She even gave me a contact for a local doctor from someone that she knows at her gym. I held the card for a while with plans to call in, but I didn’t get around to it. Months passed. Well, finally, now that I’ve turned 30 I figured that it was time to get off my ass and make an appointment.

I went in this afternoon not sure what to expect. I only went in for a basic checkup. As part of the process he started probing my abdomen. He asked if I recently gained weight. BAH. See, this is interesting to me. Perhaps he made the comment because I do have a fair bit of undertone such I would seem fit otherwise? Eeeeehhhh. Maybe I’m just trying to find reasons. The doctor also checked my blood pressure. He told me that it was a bit high. Agh! He said that it may just be because it was my first time visiting a new doctor so he wanted to check again in a month. Fine. So, now I’ve got some goals to fight for. First, I need to get my weight back down. Well, maybe that’s not clear…I need to lose inches and burn fat. If I gain weight because of muscle, then that’s fine. Second, I need to work to get my blood pressure down. There’s a bit of history with regards to blood pressure issues in my family, so I have to be on top of all that. Once I get back into running I’m sure that will help to get my numbers under control. I’ve already got a lot of the pieces of the puzzle in place. I just need to complete the picture, know what I mean?

Kinder to myself

I’ve been battling a cold for the past week or so. It hasn’t been pretty. No man should be able to generate that much mucus. It’s ridiculous. Anyway, yesterday I decided to try to make it to the gym to make a 10 o’clock class. I woke up about half an hour before but didn’t feel so great. I decided to sleep through it and go for the 1 p.m. class. I got up at about 12:15 or so feeling groggy and off-balance. I hadn’t eaten yet. My mouth was as dry as the deserts. All the same, I was determined to make it out there. Perhaps that wasn’t a great idea. For about half the class we worked on our back squat. After completing every set of five I had to sit off at the side just to catch my breath. I was becoming really light-headed. After completing my sets it felt like my strength was leaving my body. I was suddenly hit with severe fatigue. It was absolutely frustrating.

The workout at the second half of the class consisted of an alternating ladder of thrusters and pull ups for 11 minutes. Prior to doing it we tried practicing a few thrusters. The light-headedness finally caught up to me there. I could barely get the bar above my head. It was there that coach saw me struggling and put me on a lighter bar. I was completely annoyed with myself. There was just no power. My body was rebelling against me. I still went ahead with the workout. I got it done, but I struggled. I know I did less than I could have under better conditions. By the end, I just felt like burying my head in the sand.

I’m not unreasonable. I mean, I know that I am capable of doing better. I know that not having eaten, being dehydrated, and being sick all played a part in my poor showing. Come to think of it, it’s rather dumb. I mean, why did I push myself to perform when my body was simply not ready for it? God knows, if it was someone that I was coaching I would have told the person to go home and rest. Why should the same not apply for me, right? Dumb, dumb, duuuuumb. Perhaps I was caught up in the whole new year spirit. Maybe I just wanted to desperately get back into a good habitual schedule? I don’t know. What I do know is that I need to take better care of myself. I need to be kinder to myself. If I’m ill, I need to hold back. The next time I plan to go is Wednesday. If I’m not ready, I’ll stay home and get the rest I need. The world will continue to work without me.

New year, new look

Experimenting with wearing frames for the next little while. So far the feedback has been very positive.

Jason’s 2011

I really should have started writing this post a few days ago, but I didn’t feel like forcing myself to do it. The words weren’t flowing. Well, here I am on the final day of the year and I really need to get these words out. This year, 2011, was a bit of a harder one than the last. I remember declaring somewhere that it would be a year of buckling down and riding out tougher times. I was right. That’s not to say that this was a bad year for me. I’m just likely to label it as a challenging one. Did I rise to the challenges thrown at me? I think I did.

Anyway, enough blabber. In depth text follows…after the jump! Read the rest of this entry »

It’s not defining

Over the past while I’ve been kind of assessing my body image. Yeah yeah, it’s been ongoing. With CrossFit I’ve been steadily gaining weight. Certainly a lot of it is muscle weight, but not all. A lot more of the clothing I wore back during marathon training doesn’t fit any more. My size was a little unnatural back then. Now, I think I’ve got a better look going–better proportions. Thing is, mentally the fact that I’ve been needing bigger clothes has made me a bit nutty. I worked hard to get away from where I was 2-3 years ago. The situation is different now though. I need bigger pants again, but I’m not as fat as I was before. God knows, I’m a lot fitter. It’s taken me a while, but it almost feels like I’m finally moving past whatever psychological block I’ve had.

Weight is not defining.
Pant-size is not defining.

Why should I be hard on myself if I can’t fit into size 33 pants that I used to be able to wear for a very brief period in 2010? It doesn’t make sense. Like I said a while ago, I’m the best me that I can be at this very moment. As long as I continue to work hard I know that I have nothing to regret.

Cake dump

Eh, what a mess. With plans to visit my parents today I decided to make a cake. It just so happened that the last time I made a black forest cake they didn’t get to try it so I decided to attempt to do that. The recipe for devil’s food cake I have in my book from George Brown produces two cakes, so I had to cut the quantities in half. All was well until I got to an ingredient that I didn’t have on hand. Without milk powder, I had to make a substitution for real milk. Generally the ratio of milk powder and water is about 1 to 4. The book called for 40g of milk powder. So, to replace 40g of milk powder you’d also remove 160mL (water is 1g to 1mL) of water and replace both with 160mL of milk. I mixed it all according to plan. The batter was actually rather smooth. I was kind of shocked. I poured it into the cake pan and put it into the oven. It’s supposed to bake for about 30-40 minutes. By the end of that time i checked the oven but it wasn’t ready. It actually took another half an hour or so before I decided to take it out. After letting it cool I took it out of the pan to discover that it didn’t rise as much as I had hoped. I found it strange but I pushed forward anyway. I took out my serrated knife and started cutting it into layers. Since the cake didn’t rise much the layers were pretty thin. The cake was ridiculously moist and fudgy. Well, I had to find places to lay the layers. I put one on a cookie sheet which was rested on a ledge. That…was a mistake. The cookie sheet tipped over and the layer landed on the floor. The cake crumbled into a heap of stuff on the floor. Well, with only two thin layers I decided to just restart.

I started again and quickly put everything together just like I had done last time. It wasn’t until after I had mixed in the milk that I had realized my error. I had converted the missing milk powder correctly but I forgot to cut the quantity in half. I was using way more liquid than I needed. Well, with the milk already incorporated I figured that if I add a bit more flour everything would balance out. There was an open plastic bag of what I thought was cake flour. I added a handful or two of that to the mix. It wasn’t until after that I realized that the bag contained baking powder and not cake flour. Of course, baking powder is a leavening agent, and with a heck of a lot more of that in there I expected the cake to sort of explode. I tossed in some proper cake flour like I planned and just hoped for the best.

I plopped the cake pan in the oven and waited patiently in my room. After about 30 minutes or so I started smelling something burning. I went to the oven and saw that the cake had indeed risen well above the cake pan. It wasn’t quite as bad as I had hoped though. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, though I did continue to smell something burning. Upon further inspection I saw that the other side of the cake pan did indeed overflow. The batter had spilled onto the bottom of the oven and formed a pile. It looked as if the cake had taken a shit right at the bottom of the oven. The cake dump was starting to smoke. I had to shut off the breaker to the smoke detector. At that point it was already well beyond midnight. I didn’t want to set the thing off. I opened the patio door, turned on as many fans as I could and started venting the oven. I took the cake out, and managed to get the cake dump off the floor of the oven. It so happens that my smoke detector is on the same breaker switch as my bathroom circuitry. I wanted to turn on the bathroom light, but when I did my smoke detector went off. In order to not have it go off at 1 a.m. I had to keep that switch off. So yes, peeing in the dark is about the culmination of a night of bad baking. I have to metaphorically flush this cake turd and move on. Can’t always rock it, right?

How to fall asleep here

I’ve finally figured out a crucial part of my sleeping habits. It’s actually rather silly that I haven’t realized it earlier. Over the past week or so I’ve been falling asleep on the couch in the living room. I’ve just been really exhausted lately, and really as soon as I’ve been achieving a horizontal position I’ve been out like a light, despite having the bright beams of the ceiling lamp blasting my eyes. It seems that often I fell asleep blogging, or tweeting, or checking Facebook. All computer related, right? Well, in my quest to make use of my bed again (God, if it’s there I might as well use the damn thing) I decided to bring my laptop back to the bedroom. Behold, I started sleeping in my bed again. Somehow, in my addled head I’ve come to associate typing on my laptop with falling asleep. Here I am blogging and generally feeling more and more groggy. Brilliant!

All in time

Earlier tonight at CrossFit we doing 5×5 back squats for the strength component. I made my way up to an appropriate weight based on my abilities. I’m certainly not at the level of some of the other guys that I’ve seen at the box, but that’s not the point. There’s never any sense in trying to compare myself to someone else–everyone’s got different strengths and weaknesses. Also, some of those guys have been working out for years. I know a few of them have done Ironman triathlons. I know there are dragon boaters and firefighters. Well, in comparison what do I have? I haven’t done much in terms of lifting. Sure, I run and I do a fair bit of long distance training. As a result I have a sturdy leg muscles. My quads and hamstrings are rather meaty. It’s a good thing that a lot of the Olympic weightlifting stuff we do make good use of those muscle groups. Anyway, the point is that I can’t compare myself against them. All I can do is set continual benchmarks for myself.

So, for today I think my back squats went well. The weight was manageable and I had decent form. When I finished my sets my coaches told me that in time I might be a powerhouse. All I could do was reply with “all in time.” I’ve been doing this for about 2.5 months. I’m only scratching the surface of my abilities. I figure that as long as I stay committed I will continue to make gains. It’s far too early to be content with being where I’m at. Just a few months ago I wouldn’t have imagined that I’d be into Olympic weightlifting. It’s rather goal oriented, isn’t it? I actually can’t wait until my coaching stint starts again. I’m wondering how the combination of cardio and strength components will change me. I need to keep working hard. In time it will all pay off. I swear.

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