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So what up kids, it’s been a coon’s age since I’ve blogged and it feels like as good a time as any to put some words to the page. We’re closing out February here in a couple days, and that shit just blows my mind. They don’t tell you when you’re a kid that time speeds up the longer it goes on.
It’s really similar to those flat earth clowns that think gravity is a hoax and the “flat earth” is literally constantly accelerating at an upward velocity which is why things fall down… lolwut.jpg
But in all seriousness, 2019 is off to a pretty solid start, weather shit not withstanding. The Bestivus Health Kick 2017 has carried through to the present day and that’s pretty wonderful. We started this train at 270.9 and as of this morning I’m at 201. Now I started this whole thing with 200 as my end goal, so seeing myself literally 16 ounces of water away from that goal is pretty unreal. It took a little longer than I wanted, but at the same time, I haven’t really put in all that much effort. Once winter rolled in and I couldn’t walk as much as I had during the summer, I had to compensate by cutting my caloric intake down to 1500/day.
My BMR, or Basal Metabolic Rate, has me pegged at about 2100 calories per day. This means that even with absolutely zero physical activity, my body will burn 2100 calories. If I were in a coma tomorrow or were unconscious, that’s how much I’d burn just by being alive. Assuming my Fitbit is somewhat accurate, on a completely lazy day I’m still burning an additional 600 calories on top of that – so 2700 in total. And by shooting for an intake of 1500 calories per day, that leaves a 1200 calorie or so deficit per day.
One pound of fat requires roughly 3500 calories to burn. So by shooting for 1000 calories per day as a deficit, I should be burning 2 pounds per week. Now does that actually happen? Well no. For a lot of reasons. For one, that assumes the human body is a precisely running machine which it is not. You’ve got water weight to consider, water retention in particular. That adds weight. My Fitbit might be over calculating my calorie burn. I might not be accurately estimating my calorie intake. So whatever, it’s not an exact measurement, but by keeping that formula in mind, I can make healthier choices when it comes to what I eat. I made a challenge in December I think; a promise to myself to hit goal by the end of February, and I’m basically there so I’d consider that a win.
So where do I go from there? Well I could go maintenance for a few months, that’s one option. Maintenance is what it’s called when you shift your goal from weight loss to maintaining your current weight. Increasing your caloric intake to match your burn so you neither gain, nor lose any further weight. That’s Option 1. But I think I’m going to go with Option 2.
Keep on losing, baybeeeeeeee. Technically at 200 pounds, with my height, I’m still “overweight” according to my BMI. But let’s be honest that shit is so inaccurate no one should be using it anymore. So on to 190 I think. I’ve still got a little bit of a gut, not going to lie, so I’d like to lose another 10 and then once the weather stops being so awful start walking again and start hitting the gym to strength train.
In other news, got dat promotion at work, which is pretty baller. All the hard work has paid off, and in a truly big way. I’m talking like being credit card debt free in 2 months time, and accelerating my student loans by probably 12 months. It’s insane, and I’m beyond excited.
One thing I’m being ever vigilant about is avoiding what’s called “Lifestyle Creep.” That situation where you suddenly start making more money, or fall into a large windfall, and your lifestyle creeps up to match the increase. You know, brand new pricey car, new apartment for double the rent, shit like that. Instead it’s in your best interest to maintain your current situation – same apartment, same car, same monthly expenses. Except now, with your additional income, work to become debt free. Obviously if you’re in such a shitty situation where essentials are being foregone – take care of those. Your kids lacking stuff? They come first. Car needs to be inspected or repaired or something like that? Yeah, that’s a priority. Take care of the important shit first before you start making it rain in the club my friends.
So I’ve already cut my credit card debt in half in a month’s time. This led to a credit score jump of 42 fricken points which is wild, but we aren’t done yet. Gotta build an emergency fund finally, and gotta stash some cash for the TT. Her engine is still in pieces because the weather blows, but once we start creeping above freezing temps, we’re gonna be back at it.
Basically within 18 months, we’re gonna be in an unreal situation. The Fusion will be returned, the TT will be fully paid off, my student loans will be paid off, and hopefully (with a big emphasis on hopefully) there will be a classic B7 RS4 in my possession. That’s the gameplan anyway. From there, house hunting commence? Huge gigantic fucking garage? Hells yes.
And who knows, maybe some time between now and then, I might even find myself in a relationship. That realm of my life has been back burnered, to be honest. Dealing with what, I’ve come to discover, was Borderline Personality Disorder has just left a foul taste in my mouth. This isn’t the first time I went down that road, but it’s exhausting every time. Luckily I’ll be able to identify that in the future and save myself the headaches that come with it. I won’t lie though, I still get those lonely nights to myself where I wish I had someone to text during the solitary moments. I’ve always been a sentimental sap – the littlest things can trigger powerful emotions for me. From that fucking unopened jar of salsa I’ll probably never open, to a shirt or hoodie that has some unreasonably powerful emotion tied to it, it’s hard to go a day without feeling that slight ping of sadness for losing something that used to mean so much. It’s an interesting state of mind, for sure. On one hand being absolutely thankful to be free from the toxicity, the sarcastic jabs at my career, my car, my interests, my emotions. The sudden mood swings, the splitting black or white, the idealization followed by the devaluation. And then, at the same time, thoroughly missing the times it wasn’t toxic. The waterfall trips, the car rides, the mundane domestic moments spent together.
But c’est la vie, I’m only 30 and I’m working on myself first and foremost. If I thought my relationships in the past were fulfilling at point, I know I’ll be in for a surprise when I meet someone that’s as into me as I’m into them. That kind of partnership where we’re both crushing it in our lives, but together we’re unstoppable. It’s in the cards, I just gotta make it through the deck, ya know?
And that kind of fairytale shit isn’t something you rush.