Steven "MrXinu" Klassen

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Bright Lines

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It’s about that time of year again—people are making resolutions and scrambling to stop from falling off that proverbial wagon in the first couple of weeks.

My lovely girlfriend, Kayla Marie, and I have been working the Weight Watchers routine that I talked about last month in the post Spending Points. We’d lose a little, gain some of it back, and then lose a little (though not enough to get back to par again). Knowing the “value” of the food going into your body is helpful but if you don’t spread those points out evenly it doesn’t work out. We were both pretty disheartened after an especially disappointing weigh-in last week.

We made a pledge to eat perfectly for seven days. No flaws, no compromises, no mistakes. Six evenly-sized nutritious meals taken at 6am, 9am, noon, 3pm, 6pm, and 9pm (rising around 5am and going to bed at 10 or 11pm). I fired up a Google Docs page which later became a spreadsheet and we both logged our meals. At first we actually planned ahead a couple days to help with shopping. We stuck with the workouts we were already doing – lifting weights Mon/Wed/Fri and fitting in Zumba and other cardio where we could – and we were off to the races.

The result: Kayla is down 6.2lbs and I’m down 7.2lbs.

Neither one of us really ate poorly before. We’d kind of go back and forth between “being good” and “oh hell, we’ve earned it” all week long. So why was this time any different than before? Evidently it was the “bright line” that Roy F. Baumeister and John Tierney talk about in their book, Willpower: Rediscovering the Greatest Human Strength:

These are clear, simple, unambiguous rules. You can’t help but notice when you cross a bright line. If you promise yourself to drink or smoke “moderately,” that’s not a bright line. It’s a fuzzy boundary with no obvious point at which you go from moderation to excess. Because the transition is so gradual and your mind is so adept at overlooking your own peccadilloes, you may fail to notice when you’ve gone too far. So you can’t be sure you’re always going to follow the rule to drink moderately. In contrast, zero tolerance is a bright line: total abstinence with no exceptions anytime. It’s not practical for all self-control problems—a dieter cannot stop eating all food—but it works well in many situations. Once you’re committed to following a bright-line rule, your present self can feel confident that your future self will observe it, too. And if you believe that the rule is sacred—a commandment from God, the unquestionable law of a higher power—then it becomes an especially bright line. You have more reason to expect your future self to respect it, and therefore your belief becomes a form of self-control: a self-fulfilling mandate. I think I won’t, therefore I don’t.

Perfect means perfect. It doesn’t mean “mostly perfect” and it doesn’t mean I’m never going to have a piece of chocolate again. It means that I’m going to have one at the end of the seven-day period. Oh and believe me, after we weighed in we hit the yogurt bar with a vengeance, but we’re back on the straight-and-narrow again and we’re excited to make more progress this week.

What “bright line” will you draw in the sand this week? It worked for us. It can work for you.

GeekFit Lives!

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The GeekFit Podcast has been a little stale as of late, but it’s been updated. Oh yes, it has. And Kayla of the Dance Ur Pants Off blog is the newest host. Head over there and give it a listen.

GeekFit Episode #49

  • Kayla joins the GeekFit podcast!
  • Steve wakes up at 4:30am on Christmas like he’s a 3 yo.
  • Steve & Kayla are on Weight Watchers – counting points!
  • Activity Point consumption; why is it so hard to stop eating?!
  • Lifting weights Mon/Wed/Fri and Zumba® whenever we can!
  • Kayla has three clean PET scans, so her cancer has been beaten down.
  • Steve mentions Android phones for some reason? And Ada, OK?
  • Steve & Kayla using JeFit (web-based and android/iPhone based) weight lifting tracking.
  • The inquisition of Kayla – are you or are you not from Sacramento… ?
  • Kayla plays yo-yo with the same 30 lbs, has 86 lbs to lose.
  • Tucker busy with his new consulting and will join us when he can.
  • Kayla can be found on Facebook at www.facebook.com/holdingthestars.
  • Steve can be found on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/mrxinu.
  • Steve’s Zumba® information can be found at www.mrzumba.com (class schedule, etc.).

Most of you already know the story – when I started working out I had to swim because I couldn’t walk for more than 5 minutes or so without my feet going completely numb. You remember walking on blocks under your feet when you were in a kid? Yeah, it was like that. So I spent a few months in the pool, but when I finally got tired of changing in and out of wet clothes I decided to try the treadmill again. 10 minutes, 15 minutes, 30 minutes… an hour.

The difference was, I wasn’t in the pool anymore, but I was still soaking wet.

When you’re overweight, you sweat. It happens pretty much any time you move more than a little bit. You sweat when other people aren’t sweating. It sucks. But you know what? When you walk into a gym, or a Zumba® class, or head out to do any kind of physical activity – you’re supposed to be sweating.

Yes, you sweat when you’re in your work clothes. You sweat when you’re in your school clothes. You sweat when you go through security at the airport. You dash into the bathroom and grab handfuls of paper towels to get that moisture off your face and neck. I’ve been there. I’ve done that.

Now that’s out of the way – I challenge you to put down that towel. The only time you need to be mopping your face in the gym or in a class is when it’s impeding your vision. Until you’re sweating so much that it’s blinding you don’t touch your face with the towel. Sweat is meant to cool you off, and it means you’re doing something right. Keep doing it.

I had to force myself to stop mopping my face on the treadmill. It was almost obsessive. Every few minutes I was wiping my face down. It was like I was trapped in my own body watching myself do this ridiculous thing over and over again. I had to force myself to leave it alone. Wear a head band if you want to keep it out of your eyes (I personally love the BondiBand style) but stop trying to convince everyone around you that the activity you’re doing is easy. It’s not easy. No one is in the gym for easy. Just because your workout is at 3mph walking on the treadmill that doesn’t mean it’s any less worthy than the gym rat next to you running at 8mph.

You’re worthy. You’re rocking it. And no matter how slow you’re going, you’re still lapping that guy/gal sitting on the couch back home.

Spending Points

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I’ve been losing (and sometimes gaining) weight for the last seven years. I did the diet & exercise thing on my own from December 2004 to August 2010. I did Take Shape for Life from April 2010 until last month. Now I’ve come full-circle back to the diet & exercise routine. This time Kayla and I are doing it together and so far it’s been a lot of fun.

The folks marketing food aren’t dumb. They know what we want to see. No trans fats, sugar-free, fat-free, low-sodium? It’s a shell game. If it’s low-fat it’s high in sodium. If it’s low in sodium it’s probably loaded with sugar. If none of those tricks marketing maneuvers work, there’s always the serving size tactic confusion. Yeah, that food might only have 50 calories but there are 8 servings in a box. You didn’t plan on eating 1/8th of it and putting it down, did you? No, of course you didn’t.

The only way to truly know what you’re putting in your body is to look at the entire nutrition label. And how many of us really know how to read a nutrition label? Sugar tastes good, so it must be bad for me. Fat? I don’t want to be fat so that can’t be good, either. What about carbohydrates, fiber, and sodium? If you’re not into nutrition, how would you even know what those words mean? I went to public school. I remember the food pyramid. That was what? Third grade? It’s been a minute y’all.

Most folks know someone who’s on Weight Watchers. They’re the ones carrying around little calculators emblazoned with their cute little logo. They’re turning boxes on their sides in the supermarket and plugging numbers into their super-secret formula to get a number: the points. They only get so many points per day so they’re spent like hard-earned currency. If this item is worth 4 points and this other item is worth 15 points it really boils down to two things: first, is the second item worth that many of my points; and second, am I willing to spend that many on a single item. The higher-point item would blow 1/4 of my points for the day. It’s funny what happens when you attach a sense of loss to something. The moment you have to “spend” to eat, you think about it a little harder before you pop that tasty morsel.

The real fun comes when you start plugging in the foods that you would normally munch without giving them a second thought. The Outback Steakhouse is one of my very favorite restaurants. If you haven’t had the pleasure, their appetizers are worth many hours in the gym. Aussie Cheese Fries – mmm, delicious. A half order? 36 points. Alice Springs Chicken – basically a chicken breast smothered in cheese and bacon? 27 points. Some fries on the side? Another 11 points. That’s 74 points: 12 more points than I usually roll any other day of the week. That was my standard order when I’d hit that awesome Australian eatery. Is it any wonder why I put on the pounds when I’m not focused on what I’m eating?

Those same points could break out like this instead: egg substitute scramble with ham, cheese, and salsa (5 points); 4 strips of turkey bacon (3 points); raspberry yogurt (4 points); FiberOne™ chocolate peanut butter bar (2 points); Panda Express 2-entree with Mandarin chicken, black pepper chicken, fortune cookie (15 points); baked Parmesan chicken breast (6 points); mixed green salad with tomatoes, croutons and dressing (4 points); Tastee Freeze chocolate-dipped cone (11 points). Boom, 50 points with 12 left to spare. I didn’t starve myself and I enjoyed some of my favorites, but ditched a lot of food that I would have grabbed without a thought before they had 20+ point values associated with them.

So I’m back in the gym lifting weights and I’m shedding the pounds again. What’s more, I’m rediscovering how to eat well again. I’ve skated for a long while doing a bunch of Zumba and eating whatever I wanted, breaking even every week. It’s time to get to my goal weight, folks. Let’s do it.

Updated 12/06/2011 @ 8:15am: Much thanks to Lia of the A.R. & Proud blog for dropping a link talking about how the sizing is done on products. What I thought was marketing trickery is just plain old consumer confusion (are we tired of alliteration yet?). Remember to read the labels and multiply those numbers by the serving count or you won’t know what you’re getting!

Hot Stuff

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As I travel around the country I learn things. Things like when they say a particular food is hot in a Tex-Mex restaurant, in Texas, they mean it. What I don’t expect is to read one thing on a menu and be served something else. The old bait-and-switch, right?

Kayla and I were in a restaurant that was on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives called Pizza Junction. They have an appetizer on the menu: “Stuffed Hot Peppers – As Seen on The Food Network.” The description? “A large banana pepper filled with our homemade pepper stuffing and pepperjack cheese.” Awesome. Banana peppers are those sissy yellow things they put on your sandwich at Subway. I can handle that. Seems a little tame for the home of the Buffalo wing but it still sounds tasty.

Our waiter (the bartender, I think) brings them over and I carve off maybe an inch of it to commence munching. As soon as it hits my tongue it’s on fire. I start cramming pieces of bread into my mouth to put out the flames. Eyes watering, I ask the waiter what kind of peppers these are.

“Oh it’s a Hungarian pepper.”

Oh good. A Hungarian wax pepper. Only 10x hotter than a banana pepper on the Scoville Scale ranking right up there with Serrano peppers and Tabasco sauce. Ah well, you live and learn.

Ben’s Journal

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I’m not sure what prompted the thought but here it was nearly 5pm on a Sunday and I couldn’t really peg anything that I’d accomplished today. That makes me feel especially useless. There is a long list of things I could have done, should have done, but of course I did none of them. My life and schedule are very much run by everyone but me. My homie Newton said, “An object that is at rest will stay at rest unless an unbalanced force acts upon it.” What an abysmal thought.

Am I an object at rest?

I think of myself as having initiative, having a drive. I have a tattoo that boasts of my “transformation,” which, at its core, is wholly incomplete. 294 lbs and 34% body fat is not where I want to be. I looked at the pictures of me getting the tattoo (albeit in a the least flattering position ever), and it’s obvious where that last 17% of body fat is hiding.

Ben Franklin had a journal that began and ended the same way each day: what good will I do today and what good have I done? I think that maybe Ben was on to something. Up at 5am to plan the day and eat, four hours of work, two hours midday to dine and read and/or review accounts, another four hours of work, diversion for four hours with an examination of the day, and then seven hours of sleep.

Doable, very doable.

I’ve said this over and over when we’re recording GeekFit and I’m blanking on who said it (Google failure) but the things we don’t measure don’t improve. If I were to write down three things that I need to accomplish in the day, how might I feel at the end of the day when those particular dragons were slain? Pretty good I’d imagine. Ready for that diversion time? Slipping into dreamland at 10pm for my seven-hour siesta without any grief about having not made headway that day?

Let’s see.

Transformation

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I had been trying to come up with an idea for a tattoo for a while, but I knew that it had to speak to the changes I’ve been going through in my life.

I think back to the early 2000s when I was hooked on Everquest and World of Warcraft, weighing in at 400+ lbs, an untreated diabetic, and generally sucking at life. I didn’t have any direction, any desire to do anything better for myself, and there wasn’t anything forcing me to change it.

Fast forward to 2011.

I’ve lost 175 lbs, about 33% body fat, and my addiction to MMORPGs is a thing of the past. Taking its place is my love for Zumba® Fitness, helping out by teaching at benefits, and traveling the country teaching folks how to use a particular suite of software (SolarWinds). Winning at life.

I chose two characters in Simplified Chinese: the former meaning “to turn, rotate” and the latter meaning “to change” and together “transformation” or “a marked change in appearance or character, usually for the better.” I had considered a Koi drawing depicting the change from fish to dragon, or possibly a Phoenix, but this seemed to be the most straightforward option.

Now, the experience. I had this explained to me a dozen different ways. Everything ranging from “it doesn’t hurt at all” to “it feels like a cat scratch over and over.” The second was probably the most accurate for me. It would have been nice if someone had explained that the shading and the outlining feel different. It would have probably helped me not feel so queasy thinking that I was going to have to sit through another half hour of the outlining – which I found to be the least pleasant part.

On to caring for the thing. 7 days of cleaning & ointment followed by 2 more weeks of lotion.

Good Routines

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The last few weeks have consisted of a virtual reshuffling of the deck for me. As I go through some personal things, my friends have been there to offer advice, and while I appreciate it all, I have to send out shout out to one pair in particular. They know who they are.

Sage advice, all of it, but there was one gem that I had to blog about.

You’re Confusing Our Relationship

A sentiment made famous by Ludacris when he rapped “get back MFer, you don’t know me like that.” There are going to be people in your life who behave as though your relationship with them is different than what it actually is. I’ll give you an example.

I had been asked to sub a Zumba class in south Portland. I showed up early and the instructor I was there to cover was a little surprised to see me because the class was the next day. Simple mistake, whatever. While I was there she wanted to go over the particulars of the job. This is how much a drop-in costs, this is how much a punch card costs – the usual fare. Then there was a bit about dusting the floor that was a little over-the-top, but hey, I’m flexible.

“Do you have a surprise for them tomorrow?” she asks.

“… um, surprise?” I ask.

“Yeah, do you have any really good routines?”

“Uh, they’re all really good. No complaints yet and my classes seem to like them.”

“Oh well okay, because I’ve never seen your stuff before.”

At this point I should have stopped her. What am I supposed to say to “do you have any good routines”? “No, actually my stuff is pretty boring, but the class will understand, right? I’m just subbing for the day.”

Of course, hind sight being 20/20 and all that, this is how the conversation played out in my head after I’d had some time to stew on it on the drive back to Vancouver.

“Yeah, do you have any really good routines?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“I’ve never seen your stuff before.”

“Then you you probably shouldn’t have me sub for you. Why would you insult me by having me down here on the wrong day and then ask me whether or not I have any good routines? If you cared, you should have asked someone who’s taken my class before – or y’know, gone on youtube for five minutes to look at my routines.”

It could have gone that way or I could have simply said “you’re confusing our relationship” and walked out. There are some amazing people in my life and then there are soul-sucking distractions. There are going to be a lot less of the latter very soon.

Most of you know that I’ve been having some problems with my right knee. It started out as a twinge on the outside that I’d only feel if I was doing side lunges during Zumba routines (think ‘Pa Kumpa’ by Daddy Yankee) and then it got bad enough after that initial bit that nothing really felt good. I iced it, I elevated it, I wrapped it, and I generally stayed off of it.

On Saturday, July 30th, I finally decided to visit my doctor before I had to head out of town the next morning. I showed up, signed myself in, and eventually one of the nurses called my name and we went through the motions – weigh-in, blood pressure, temperature, and heart rate. I gave her the complaint: “the outside of my knee ‘twinges’ when I do some moves in Zumba that put my weight too far out from under me.”

I wait a bit and in comes the FPN. I should have realized it was Saturday and the doctor would probably be doing something weekend-flavored rather than seeing a handful of people who couldn’t be bothered to get sick during the week.

“Okay, so I have a solution for you, but you’re not going to want to hear it,” she says as she comes into the room and sits down, looking at my chart and not at me.

“Yeah?” I asked, still trying to figure out what’s so interesting on the front of my chart that she couldn’t at least look at me for a minute. I was already getting a feeling that whatever she was about to say was going to be based on the 5 bullets on the page. Surely you can’t tell me what’s wrong with my knee by correlating my blood pressure, the complaint, and my heart rate, right?

“You need to lose 100 lbs,” she said, finally looking up at me.

“Okay, I guess that’s fair. What about my knee?” I asked.

“What is ‘zumbuh’? A fitness program of some kind?” she asked as if the word tasted funny in her mouth, ignoring my question. “You can’t be doing any kind of high impact workout at your weight and this is going to make the problem with your knee worse.”

“But I’ve been doing it for two years and never had a problem, and it doesn’t even hurt all the time – only when I do a specific lunge, and even then only sometimes,” I said, wondering why she hadn’t at least flipped a couple pages on my chart. Taking my blood pressure from unhealthy to normal, lowering my resting heart rate from 100 to 65, reducing my A1C results from borderline diabetic to the bottom of normal? Or how about the 70 lbs I’d shed since my last physical? Surely you don’t have to look that far back to get any of that information.

She sighed, put down the chart and looked at me again. “Okay, can you show me this thing you’re doing that hurts?”

“Um, sure,” I said, hopping out of the chair and trying to imagine the first few bits of a song with lunges. No pain this time, either, but I showed her.

“And you do this to music usually?”

“Uhh yes, usually to music,” I said, trying to keep the intense urge I had to slap the @#$% out of her off my face, “and usually a bit faster depending on the music. It almost turns into a hop if we’re going from left to right fast enough.”

“Well you can either keep doing it and trash your knees or you can stop, lose the 100 lbs, and then try it again.”

She wrapped an ace bandage around my knee, I paid my $25 co-pay, and left.

Fast forward a week. I skipped all Zumba while I was in Dallas. When I got home I decided to try again at Jennifer Furrer’s Saturday class and had an epiphany on the way there.

I’ve been steadily building muscle all over for the last two months in the gym. Leg extensions, curls, squats, things like that. All going up in weight. I’ve noticed as I’ve put on muscle and lost some of the fat around my knees that I’m able to do more athletic moves during routines. What I haven’t been doing is paying any more attention to stability of my knees – deliberately keeping my quads tight to protect them whey they’re out to the side supporting my weight.

So in Jenn’s class I made a point of paying attention. Going all in, but paying attention to where my feet were, when they were supporting my weight at sub-optimal angles and compensating. I had no pain for about 45 minutes. Then I felt that same twinge during one of the routines and realized I wasn’t paying attention again. I re-focused, and again the pain went away.

This is what happens when you upgrade your hardware without upgrading your software, right?

I know way too many people.

Between family, friends, colleagues, Zumba, acquaintances and everyone else in the spectrum I’ve been spread thin. Ha ha, yes, thin. You can make weight-loss jokes. I’ll wait until you’re done.

Recently Lia Hollander of the A.R. & Proud blog wrote about deleting both her Twitter and Facebook accounts. We talked about it more in person at the Vancouver chapter of the Beer & Blog meetup group. Don’t panic, I’m not withdrawing from social media, but I have been thinking a lot about who gets onto my calendar when I’m home.

The demo video for Google+ talks about putting people in circles. Folks have gotten pretty creative with these, but it made me think about how many different people I know and how randomly I seem to spend my time with them. If you ask me to do something my default answer is usually “yes” unless I have a work commitment. Being agreeable is a positive trait, right?

It is, until it isn’t.

I’ll being going through old email or Facebook messages (don’t ask me why) and I’ll realize “oh crap, I haven’t seen or pinged soandso in over a month!” I’ll shoot them a message with my standard sorry-been-busy disclaimer and ask them when they’re available for some hang time. Then I’ll get distracted by something shiny again—SQUIRREL—and it’s back to the routine of people-pleasing. Problem identified. Now, what to do about it?

I could make a short list of people and keep their phone numbers handy and make play dates like a normal person. But why build the social network in the first place? Was it validation? I feel pretty validated by my close friends already and with the way that Facebook manages “often touched” friends your news feeds, 1350 of my 1405 friends (as of this writing) don’t even see my updates. Even as I sit here writing this post, I have no idea.

The last few weeks of my life have been turbulent. More on that later, but I loved Kayla Marie‘s post about how “[cancer] has distilled things” for her. When I needed a short list of folks to talk to about what I was going through (and they all came through for me) I realized just how many of them I hadn’t made time for recently.

My good friends have been pretty patient, gracious even, about my ignoring them. It’s time for me to start spending quality time with a short list of people while everyone else bears with me for a minute. I’m not going to ignore you, and most of you won’t even notice a difference—I’m addicted to Facebook updates, I’ll admit—but for a while I need to reign things in a bit.

Who haven’t you talked to in a while? Give them a call, huh?