I haven't been good about writing down my workouts. I've been working out but forgot what I did. To be honest, I've been writing details of my workouts on scrap pieces of paper and then littering the floor with those pieces. My floor is currently covered in paper, just like a hamster cage.
One way I motivate myself to workout, without Sam, is to measure my blood pressure before and after my workouts. It's a nice ritual to do, and strangely enough, my curiosity of what the numbers might say, motivates me to go. The Parks and Recreation Center is the only gym that has a blood pressure machine. One day, I want to have my own blood pressure machine, but for now, I'm just going to use what I can get.
Anyways, I have a new solid goal for myself. I want to keep my baseline systolic blood pressure below 120 hg mm, and I want to keep my diastolic somewhere around 70 Hg mm. Of course my blood pressure will rise and fall, but when I'm resting, I want my blood pressure below 120 Hg mm.
Why this new goal? I think my blood pressure accurately reflects my level of stress. No matter how much I try to repress my conscious feelings of stress, my blood pressure and heart rate go up. They don't lie. I do.
I tell myself I'm not stressed, but when I look at the numbers, I know I'm talking bullshit to myself.
So whatever crazy adventure I go on next, I have an active goal of trying to keep my blood pressure low.
I think by monitoring my blood pressure and responding to it, I can become more functional. (This goal is more important to me than finding a life long career and has a little bit to to with my theory on autistic development, but all that ranting is for a different day )
I took the 124 Bus to Seattle. Sadly, I didn't make it to the Job Fair that I was trying to get to, but I did get the chance to help out a man in a wheel chair. He dropped his groceries and needed help collecting his food. When I was helping him packing groceries, it was apparent that his grocery bag had broke. He asked me to walk him home. Of course, I said, "yes".
Then there was an awkward silence, as I expected him to roll beside me.
He looked at me and said, "That means you have to push me"
I chucked, "Oh yes, I suppose your hands are full of groceries".
It was at that moment that I realized how incredibly, insensitive I am to physically disabled. Of course, I don't deliberately mean to be insensitive, I just don't know many physically crippled people. That's fucked up.
Anyways, I took the man to his apartment, and it was cramped but beautiful. It was crammed with gorgeous orchids, tropical plants and food containers. It was a truly exceptional experience meeting that man. Too bad that I never asked him for his name. All in all, it was a pretty good day.
today numbers
114/69 59 (before workout)
116/70 64 (after mixfit)
118/ 75 70 (after Rizzmic)
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