Gym report: I met with my trainer today (11/7) and went over a new routine. It's more aerobic, and the sets are designed to repeat reps until exhaustion. There are a number of new exercises, but we only got through about four fifths of them before I had to sit down -- I don't know what happened, it felt like a sugar crash or heat stroke; I'm guessing I managed to run out of ATP... Or something.
The other theory is that I was doing so many jumps, squats, and crunches that my body was going into shock in protest.
My trainer was pretty cool about it; I felt like a wuss. I'm still thirty-two in my mind, but lately my body seems bent on reminding me that I'm in my mid-fifties.
I went again Friday (11/8) and managed to get more-or-less through the new routine before stalling out during the burpees (of which I did four, if one is being charitable). I quite obviously have little stamina when it comes to aerobic exercises. The whole point, though, is to convince my body to start consuming the extra fat I've got stored as a bicycle tire around my waist and other areas, in the hope that my lower abdominals will start to show up at some time within the next two years.
On the migraine front. It's possible that I've found a pattern: too much 70% chocolate. Maybe chocolate plus tea. Plus a short night's sleep. It might work out with, stay up late the night before, rush out to work without a proper snack, get distracted at work with HTML editing, documenting, and other keyboard-based support, and not notice that I've snarfed through more than a third of a Very Dark Chocolate bar and refreshed my tea about three times. Get a migraine light-show at noon.
Anyway, that's one theory. Although why it's taken five years for this to manifest is a little curious. I've cut back chocolate to only one square in a thirty minute period, imposed a limit of only three squares a day, and pushed back the second round of More Tea to 10 AM. We'll see what happens. The goal is to go a month without another one of these things.
Other theories include blaming my endocrine system, tequila, my slightly twisted Progressive Lens glasses (recently re-aligned), and too much time on my mobile device.
On the writing front, I bit the bullet and purchased a new, bulkier wireless keyboard to type on. The old keyboard gave years of service, and I appreciate it's slimness, but I'm not missing having to stop typing to try to get the lower third of the keys to register.
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