Settling in Seattle

I've been slightly off the grid for the last week or so as I was packing and moving across the country to Seattle, so this is a quick life update:

- Got my place
- Got my stuff into my place
- Unpacked a couple boxes
- Working on the free WiFi from the cafe down the street until my office is open downtown next week.

So far, so good! I'm not sure if our new place is exceptionally tiny or our last place was extra huge; maybe a combination of the two, but we definitely have more stuff than I know what to do with right now. Oh well. We're committed for a year, at least. My landlord seems nice enough and we even have hot water, which is something the last place didn't seem interested in fixing.

I've spent the last two days living with my cousins-in-law until everything got here (thanks Serina and Charles!) and hanging with my awesome six-year-old second cousin Elijah, who has been pretty amped to have somebody new to play with. It's been the most exhausting two days off I've ever had, but it's been a lot of fun! 

Tonight I'll sleep in my own bed again; I cannot tell you how much I'm looking forward to that.


Rebuilding Randy: Day 5

Day 5: 46 pushups

Okay, now I remember why I stopped doing a daily blog. Shit be hard to update, yo! Anyway, Day 5 was actually YESTERDAY, in which I did my pushups plan to the tune of 46(!) pushups.

I don't think I've done 46 pushups before in my life. Like, cumulatively.

I didn't tack on any biking like I had planned, but on the plus side I did pushups until I literally collapsed on my floor. I hit that wall where my muscles literally would not work, which I've almost never been able to push myself to. So I'm taking that as good.

My pectoral muscles are not. Today should be more running, but god DAMN it's hot outside. Maybe I'll wait until later tonight.


Rebuilding Randy: Day 4

Day 4: 5 minutes of jogging, 2 minutes of limping, and 35 minutes of walking briskly

I bet you thought I'd screw this up already.

Well I did, sorta. I stayed up way too late last night so I was not feeling my run this morning. Which meant that I had to do it tonight, after work, while it was 108 degrees outside. So naturally I put it off even further.

But eventually I did get out there and do it, so ha! Except I promptly got cramps in both my calves and couldn't run. Because I'm a pathetic and weak excuse for a human being. But I knew that going into this, so that's okay. It's supposed to be hard when you're starting out, right? Especially when you're a tub of goo like me. So I only actually jogged for like five minutes, but I made myself walk longer to make up the distance. Tomorrow means more pushups, but I may add some biking onto that because it feels like pushups just aren't enough for a day's worth of exercise. That's assuming my legs feel better, though.



So I've been lying low for a few weeks because I was sitting on the confidential and unreleased information that my day job had been bought out and I was being assimilated moved to their office in Seattle. Now that everything is out in the open and public knowledge, I can and have let pretty much everyone know that I'm heading to the Pacific Northwest at the end of this month. In two weeks, actually.

I've secured a place, or I will as soon as I fax back my signed lease, and it's right on the water in Alki so that's pretty awesome. I've also started the farewell party circuit, which is always fun. I'll be working in a soul-crushing cube farm, which sucks a bag of dicks, but at least I'll be in a cube next to the people I work with and like.

I have a really strong knee-jerk reaction to corporate life. I hate Hate HATE the fake smiles and organized "fun" giant faceless corporations try to foster among employees. Of course before my current gig I was in the epicenter of corporate micromanaged bullshit complete with forms to sign just to go to the bathroom, so maybe I'm just a little gun-shy.

Anyway, this is a lot of not-funny stuff, but I've also decided to spend this summer rebuilding myself. Or tearing myself down. I can't decide which metaphor I like better.

The short answer is I'm fat. Being fat isn't an indictment in and of itself, but I'm fatter than I want to be. In the last three years I've become a hypochondriacal nutcase convinced that every time I eat a burger it's going to be the thing that kills me. Sure, a sane person might just, y'know, stop eating burgers and drinking soda, and I have...cut back...a little. 

Actually, thanks to my wife I eat better now than I ever have in my life, which is helping; but it turns out that despite my best efforts to find any evidence to the contrary you actually have to exercise to be healthy. So I've started a combination program: first, I canceled my gym membership to make this as hard as possible and also because I'm moving to Seattle so I can't keep paying it. Next, I started a combination of the One Hundred Pushups program and the Couch to 5K plan. I do them on alternating days. I also acquired a super amazing bike to mix things up once in awhile.

Third, inspired by Drew Magary's Public Humiliation Diet, I'm going to let you guys in on it in the hopes that you'll be more supportive than insulting. But then again I write the Twit of the Week so I understand the need to occasionally berate a stranger via the anonymity of the internet.

Anyway, today is actually Day 3 of this plan (I really debated whether or not to go public with my quest to not be a huge fat ass), so here's where I'm at:

Starting weight: 262 (sadly, not the fattest I've ever been)
Day 1: 25 pushups
Day 2: 5 minute walk followed by alternating 1 minute of running/1.5 minutes of walking for a total of 25 minutes. (This sounds super lame, and it kind of is, but it's a very gradual plan for basically-sedentary people designed to keep me from hurting myself or getting frustrated at my complete lack of fitness and quitting.) Also super lame: on my first day I could only stick it out for 19 minutes before stopping.
Day 3: 34 pushups

From now on I'll title these kinds of posts "Rebuilding Randy" so you know to avoid them if you don't want to hear me bitch about how fat I am. 

More running tomorrow. Wish me luck!