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clevermanka) wrote2014-03-19 11:19 am
clevermanka) wrote2014-03-19 11:19 am
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This is what happens when I'm away for a week
It's been a week since I made a real post here, which I thought was a pretty important and relevant post, but only six people commented. I thought that was weird and, NGL, it was a little sad-making. So I haven't been terribly motivated to post something else, but then I realized THAT IS HOW JOURNALS DIE, so I'm making another effort. I'm not begging for comments on this post, btw. I'm just making an observation.
And now, a health update! Because I'm sure you're all just gasping for information about that shit.
So, sleep habits. I resumed the progesterone supplement last week and started sleeping better the next day. If that wasn't enough proof that this stuff works for me, I forgot to take my evening dose two days later and slept like shit that night. WOW. In case I haven't made it clear: the supplement is not hormone therapy. It's an herbal tincture that encourages my body to make its own progesterone. SO AMAZING that it works SO WELL.
Eating habits are not so quick to change or improve. Perhaps alas. I've managed to get an extra 300 calories (or thereabouts) three days out of seven. I'm not certain how much of that is actual Not Remembering To Eat and how much of it is my brain going If You Eat More You'll Get Fat. Either way, the result is the same--maybe not enough calories to encourage my desired muscle development. I'm still working on it. Slow change is good.
Despite feeling like maybe it was MY WORST IDEA EVER, I'm keeping up with the 300 Swings Challenge. I even squeezed in my 300 the day we went to KC Planet Comic-Con by getting up an hour early and doing them all that morning. RAWR. I carried my 20lb bell all the way home from campus Friday afternoon so I didn't have to do 300 swings at one time with the 36lb bell which honestly might have killed me. Bless Coach Andrew for continuing to incorporate swings into my week's workout program. This week I have 160 swings incorporated into my workout Rx so that's over half my daily requirement and it's so great to get them out of the way at the gym. Which I'm going to before work this week because 1. the gym isn't open in the evenings because of Spring Break and 2. I'm sleeping enough to allow it. *fist pump*
Speaking of this week's workout, I was a LEETLE disappointed in my deadlift. Granted, we haven't done them for a couple weeks, but man it was hard to get 140lbs up on Sunday. Maybe I was just tired? Or...something? 130 went up no problem, so we were like THROW ANOTHER TEN POUNDS ON THERE and then that bar just would not come off the ground. I started to laugh (which is I'm sure a comical sight, someone getting the giggles crouched down in the preparatory stance for a deadlift), but then Andrew said "Lean back! Push through your heels and just lean back like you're going to pull the bar up as you fall backward!" and holy shit, that thing just went up like magic. I mean, HARD HEAVY SWEATY MAGIC, but magic. And I lifted the 140lbs and put it back down again five times. TWICE. I really gotta find my gloves, though, because I've got no callouses anymore and doing that again yesterday morning did not feel good on my hands. Side note: I doubt I'm going to lift 160lbs by the end of April, especially since I'm taking a week off between now and then. But that's okay. The more I do this, the less I'm interested in goal-setting. I was never terribly interested in goal-setting to begin with, so that tells you exactly how invested I am/was in getting there by a certain time. I'll get there eventually. The first time I tried a deadlift, my two-rep max weight was 95lbs. NINETY-FIVE POUNDS. Ninety-five pounds is now my warm-up set after I limber up with the empty bar.
Enough of that health shit, though.
Kansas City Planet Comic-Con was fun, but not...thrilling? And more than a little irritating at points. I did not expect multi-block lines to get in right at the beginning and that threw me. But, okay, we still got through the doors in plenty of time for me to attend the first panel on Saturday morning, even though the "security" and traffic routing was a fucking (and insulting) joke. For once I was happy to ignore the Mandated Way of Doing Things with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mckitterick and simply walked past more than one security guard trying to herd us down an allowed hallway. I can understand rigorous policing of crowds for larger events, but honestly, once we were in the building there were hardly any lines. It was really poorly managed in that respect and that alone could keep me from attending it in the future.
But anyway, after we busted our butts to get to the Sherlock panel I wanted to attend, the panel turned out to be horrible and this one horrible person I'd encountered at a horrible panel at ConQuesT a few years ago was on it and OH MY GOD it was so horrible. Not only does this person have an incredibly grating personality (That type of nerd who revels in their weirdness because they are JUST WEIRDER THAN EVERYONE and that makes them SO WEIRD DOESN'T IT? You know the sort), but they're also a hater and anything of which they disapprove is just crap, your opinions and tastes be damned. But then the moderator broke in with a comment about Elementary and how he hadn't even seen an episode because honestly it just didn't look very interesting and I threw up my hands and walked out. Ten minutes into the panel, y'all. TEN MINUTES. I felt really bad for the other panelist because she seemed nice and fairly smart and not an asshole. Also, WTF, two panelists and a moderator to talk about the entire history of the Sherlock Holmes fandom? Like, possibly THE VERY FIRST FANDOM EVER? And the moderator didn't even realize he was the moderator until he sat down?
But once we freed ourselves from that debacle, we made our way to the Big Hall where Wil Wheaton was speaking. I was able to enjoy listening to him even though he's really pissed me off lately and I don't consider myself a fan of his anymore. We decided to just camp out in that room for a while since there was only an hour between the end of that panel and the other panel I really wanted to see--a Q&A with Brent Spiner and LeVar Burton. Which was exactly as awesome as I'd hoped. Oh man, Brent Spiner is a sarcastic asshole in all the best ways and let me say how much I would love to go out for drinks with him because DAMN, SON. I wish I'd had a question for him because most of the people who queued for questions were all talking to LeVar about Reading Rainbow stuff. Afterward, I thought it would have been great to ask him to sing a verse from his favorite song from 1776 but I didn't think of that until way too late. Oh well.
And I already related the amazing experience of hearing DMC rap live. From twenty feet away. And then shake his hand. I'm not feeling any less giddy about it, though. Just. HOLY SHIT. I would have liked to see his panel on Sunday morning, but there was no way I was going to be able to do that all again the next day. I need time to rev up for that sort of thing and I was simply not prepared for what I'd have to deal with at the local Comic-Con. Being psychologically prepared to deal with stuff like crowds and lines and frustration is a big deal for me. I can handle just about anything if I'm mentally prepared for it. And I was not mentally prepared for Kansas City Planet Comic-Con. My bad.
BUT NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT I'M GOING TO SDCC. For which I shall be prepared. Eeeeee! This is how/why it happened: My (most beloved) BFF Tess's publisher put her on a panel, so she had a hotel room. She asked me andotterdancing if we'd be interested in going because, you know, free hotel room and we (possibly unhinged) fangirls were all over that. It was, of course, still a question of would we be able to get tickets and I think we were both half-resolved to go even if we couldn't get in. But apparently the universe was smiling on us since otterdancing was early enough in the randomly-selected electronic queue (getting tickets for SDCC is absolutely nuts, you guys) that we managed to score badges for Thursday, Friday, and Sunday. We're going to miss some of the Giant Fandom Events that usually happen on Saturday, but I'm okay with that because I'm planning to stay the hell away from Hall H anyway. I am A-OK with experiencing the happenings of Hall H via Tumblr. I figure if I'm not trapped in a days-long line so I can be crammed into a giant room with 6,500 sweaty nerds, I am much more likely to, you know, accidentally run into Tom Hiddleston and discuss with him the logistics of banging each other in a supply closet.
So. What's new with you?
And now, a health update! Because I'm sure you're all just gasping for information about that shit.
So, sleep habits. I resumed the progesterone supplement last week and started sleeping better the next day. If that wasn't enough proof that this stuff works for me, I forgot to take my evening dose two days later and slept like shit that night. WOW. In case I haven't made it clear: the supplement is not hormone therapy. It's an herbal tincture that encourages my body to make its own progesterone. SO AMAZING that it works SO WELL.
Eating habits are not so quick to change or improve. Perhaps alas. I've managed to get an extra 300 calories (or thereabouts) three days out of seven. I'm not certain how much of that is actual Not Remembering To Eat and how much of it is my brain going If You Eat More You'll Get Fat. Either way, the result is the same--maybe not enough calories to encourage my desired muscle development. I'm still working on it. Slow change is good.
Despite feeling like maybe it was MY WORST IDEA EVER, I'm keeping up with the 300 Swings Challenge. I even squeezed in my 300 the day we went to KC Planet Comic-Con by getting up an hour early and doing them all that morning. RAWR. I carried my 20lb bell all the way home from campus Friday afternoon so I didn't have to do 300 swings at one time with the 36lb bell which honestly might have killed me. Bless Coach Andrew for continuing to incorporate swings into my week's workout program. This week I have 160 swings incorporated into my workout Rx so that's over half my daily requirement and it's so great to get them out of the way at the gym. Which I'm going to before work this week because 1. the gym isn't open in the evenings because of Spring Break and 2. I'm sleeping enough to allow it. *fist pump*
Speaking of this week's workout, I was a LEETLE disappointed in my deadlift. Granted, we haven't done them for a couple weeks, but man it was hard to get 140lbs up on Sunday. Maybe I was just tired? Or...something? 130 went up no problem, so we were like THROW ANOTHER TEN POUNDS ON THERE and then that bar just would not come off the ground. I started to laugh (which is I'm sure a comical sight, someone getting the giggles crouched down in the preparatory stance for a deadlift), but then Andrew said "Lean back! Push through your heels and just lean back like you're going to pull the bar up as you fall backward!" and holy shit, that thing just went up like magic. I mean, HARD HEAVY SWEATY MAGIC, but magic. And I lifted the 140lbs and put it back down again five times. TWICE. I really gotta find my gloves, though, because I've got no callouses anymore and doing that again yesterday morning did not feel good on my hands. Side note: I doubt I'm going to lift 160lbs by the end of April, especially since I'm taking a week off between now and then. But that's okay. The more I do this, the less I'm interested in goal-setting. I was never terribly interested in goal-setting to begin with, so that tells you exactly how invested I am/was in getting there by a certain time. I'll get there eventually. The first time I tried a deadlift, my two-rep max weight was 95lbs. NINETY-FIVE POUNDS. Ninety-five pounds is now my warm-up set after I limber up with the empty bar.
Enough of that health shit, though.
Kansas City Planet Comic-Con was fun, but not...thrilling? And more than a little irritating at points. I did not expect multi-block lines to get in right at the beginning and that threw me. But, okay, we still got through the doors in plenty of time for me to attend the first panel on Saturday morning, even though the "security" and traffic routing was a fucking (and insulting) joke. For once I was happy to ignore the Mandated Way of Doing Things with
mckitterick and simply walked past more than one security guard trying to herd us down an allowed hallway. I can understand rigorous policing of crowds for larger events, but honestly, once we were in the building there were hardly any lines. It was really poorly managed in that respect and that alone could keep me from attending it in the future. But anyway, after we busted our butts to get to the Sherlock panel I wanted to attend, the panel turned out to be horrible and this one horrible person I'd encountered at a horrible panel at ConQuesT a few years ago was on it and OH MY GOD it was so horrible. Not only does this person have an incredibly grating personality (That type of nerd who revels in their weirdness because they are JUST WEIRDER THAN EVERYONE and that makes them SO WEIRD DOESN'T IT? You know the sort), but they're also a hater and anything of which they disapprove is just crap, your opinions and tastes be damned. But then the moderator broke in with a comment about Elementary and how he hadn't even seen an episode because honestly it just didn't look very interesting and I threw up my hands and walked out. Ten minutes into the panel, y'all. TEN MINUTES. I felt really bad for the other panelist because she seemed nice and fairly smart and not an asshole. Also, WTF, two panelists and a moderator to talk about the entire history of the Sherlock Holmes fandom? Like, possibly THE VERY FIRST FANDOM EVER? And the moderator didn't even realize he was the moderator until he sat down?
But once we freed ourselves from that debacle, we made our way to the Big Hall where Wil Wheaton was speaking. I was able to enjoy listening to him even though he's really pissed me off lately and I don't consider myself a fan of his anymore. We decided to just camp out in that room for a while since there was only an hour between the end of that panel and the other panel I really wanted to see--a Q&A with Brent Spiner and LeVar Burton. Which was exactly as awesome as I'd hoped. Oh man, Brent Spiner is a sarcastic asshole in all the best ways and let me say how much I would love to go out for drinks with him because DAMN, SON. I wish I'd had a question for him because most of the people who queued for questions were all talking to LeVar about Reading Rainbow stuff. Afterward, I thought it would have been great to ask him to sing a verse from his favorite song from 1776 but I didn't think of that until way too late. Oh well.
And I already related the amazing experience of hearing DMC rap live. From twenty feet away. And then shake his hand. I'm not feeling any less giddy about it, though. Just. HOLY SHIT. I would have liked to see his panel on Sunday morning, but there was no way I was going to be able to do that all again the next day. I need time to rev up for that sort of thing and I was simply not prepared for what I'd have to deal with at the local Comic-Con. Being psychologically prepared to deal with stuff like crowds and lines and frustration is a big deal for me. I can handle just about anything if I'm mentally prepared for it. And I was not mentally prepared for Kansas City Planet Comic-Con. My bad.
BUT NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT I'M GOING TO SDCC. For which I shall be prepared. Eeeeee! This is how/why it happened: My (most beloved) BFF Tess's publisher put her on a panel, so she had a hotel room. She asked me and
otterdancing if we'd be interested in going because, you know, free hotel room and we (possibly unhinged) fangirls were all over that. It was, of course, still a question of would we be able to get tickets and I think we were both half-resolved to go even if we couldn't get in. But apparently the universe was smiling on us since otterdancing was early enough in the randomly-selected electronic queue (getting tickets for SDCC is absolutely nuts, you guys) that we managed to score badges for Thursday, Friday, and Sunday. We're going to miss some of the Giant Fandom Events that usually happen on Saturday, but I'm okay with that because I'm planning to stay the hell away from Hall H anyway. I am A-OK with experiencing the happenings of Hall H via Tumblr. I figure if I'm not trapped in a days-long line so I can be crammed into a giant room with 6,500 sweaty nerds, I am much more likely to, you know, accidentally run into Tom Hiddleston and discuss with him the logistics of banging each other in a supply closet.So. What's new with you?