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Thursday, August 07, 2008
first things first. the puppies opened their eyes today! They are even cuter now, if it's possible, with little blind squinting faces, than they were yesterday. I'll take some photos tomorrow, because I must flog puppy photos on anyone nearby. It's my duty as owner of a litter of nine unwanted surprise puppies. (and if you are reading this, and want a puppy, I'll mail it to you! Just kidding, it would take two weeks to America. That'd be WAY too much dog food to send in a box)
I overdid it on my first Mayhem challenge on Tues. The goal is to test your limits and push yourself. And I completed that part of the goal, but now I feel I shouldn't train today because my quads have been failing me periodically throughout the day. I've gone jelly-legs a few times, and had to catch myself on something so I wouldn't fall. I couldn't jog at all on the walk today, and I'm walking with a bit of a limp! Talk about not knowing when to stop. The set we were doing is stated 'until muscle failure'. Which sounds fantastically hardcore, and I WAS able to discover where that point was for me, but I guess going from zero strength training to as many squats, lunges, crunches, push-ups, dips, etc. as I can ends up with my body going, WTF!!?? Gotta ease in. But I wanna tear up these sets!! Wah! [actually, I probably would have been ok, sore but ok, if I hadn't overdone it at the pool yesterday as well...] I was stoked (I live near the beach, I can say stoked... don't make that face. :) to have completed the thing at all. I'm sooo impatient today. Now that I feel like I'm on the right path, and I have a plan, I can't freakin' wait to be at the end of it. I want three hundred ridiculously hard PM sets, and I want to be able to do them all now!! I want to eat up all the extra pounds with extra exercise immediately. If I could work out five hours a day and lose as much weight as an entire week, then do that five times this week and have twenty five pounds gone, today is the day, and this is the mood that I would attempt something stupid like that. But, I know better, don't I?
Still, patience is THE virtue. I'm just feeling temperamental and antsy-pants tonight. I suddenly hate seeing my body this way knowing that it's going to be different soon. If I couldn't stand to look at myself in the mirror before, I doubly can't now. I'm just in awe that the fat isn't gone. What are these rolls still doing here?! I've got a plan, I'm working the plan, don't they understand that means they should go away?! Ok, enough whining about how long this is going to take, I've only been doing it for two months, for crying out loud.
SMALL SUCCESS: NOT pushing myself to do the last round of PM training today. Wait to see how I feel tomorrow. One tiny amount of patience.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Here is a new phenomenon for me in this SP thing. I've been blogging every day since I started (65 days) with one weekend missing, and today, while I'm swimming cool down laps, I notice myself formulating a blog post in my head. I was just not in the pool then, I was right here, doing what I'm doing now. I was pre-blogging. How weird. I wonder how many 'professional'* bloggers have this particular quirkiness. I also wonder whether they feel, as I felt today, that pre-blogging actually detracts from what you are doing AS you are doing it. Very not living in the moment. Blogging has also made me realize that any observation can be a story. (a handy tip for a wannabe writer) For example, here are some things I was pre-blogging today. I wanted to write about:
How very un-hardcore I felt being the only girl at the swim team today, and how all the guys on the team are really fit. I felt just plain out of place. (there's still a whole story in my head about this one)
How I was at first annoyed at someone on the radio today who made a joke about what the winners of the Biggest Loser are going to do with the cash they win. 'are they gonna eat it?' she said. I became less annoyed when I thought that the same joke about an alcoholic and the theoretical Biggest Rehabber might have been funny (although still completely tactless). I might not officially be a food addict, but who's to say I wouldn't have bought a pizza with the prize money and scarfed it? (there's more waiting with this idea too.)
How the grocery store is magically out of exactly the only thing I mean to buy. Whole shelf full of hummus. My hummus? not there. Bags and bags of salad fixins. My extra large bag of spinach? not there. (you see how I tend to carry on with these things...)
How some guy at the gas station was staring at me today, for whatever reasons people stare. Normally I would have considered him a Mysterious Antagonist who was thinking something nasty about my weight, but today I was sure he could see determination and vigour in my eyes. THAT must've been why he was staring. Look out, if I ever become an actually confident girl. I might just be a brat! (another potential blog post with many pages behind it)
But I heart blogging, even if I get distracted by some pre-blogs here and there. It has helped me remember that this is a daily challenge and even little successes are important. So, from now on, I'll put a 'small success' in the end of each post. There's one in every day.
SMALL SUCCESS: I ate early so I had enough calories before the pool/grocery shop combo. that way when I got home late (10pm) I ate all the leftover salad veg from last week with some ranch dressing. I snuck those veggies in late, but they're there.
{soapbox}
*note: I put 'professional' in quotes because I think blogging is a profession that is designed by amateurs, for amateurs. purposely. it's a log for those who aren't necessarily experts or writers, although sometimes they are. There are of course people who make a living doing it, (and more power to them! - I read a lot of great blogs) but to call it a profession is to detract from it's appeal. It's for non-professionals, like us! {/soapbox}
now off to see what you other bloggers are up to. (no wonder I rarely visit the message boards. I'm just too interested in everyone's stories!)
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
water water water. I haven't been successful with attempting to add more water into my routine until just this past week. It was just another thing to track. Two things snapped me into it (and the continued devotion of a few sparkers who are water zealots). One was worrying whether my weigh-ins were adversely affected by the water that I wasn't drinking, and the other was the dog days of summer challenge. how funny. The best way to get more points in that challenge is to drink half your weight in ounces of water every day. that's 120oz (15 glasses) for me!! Even on my best days I wasn't earning any points. So I decided just to 'overdo' it one day and have been ever since. Now I really like the feeling of being hydrated... the extra bathroom stops aren't too exciting, but I'll cope. :P
Had a great walk with psycho-puppy today. She was well behaved. She didn't try to jump up on old people to lick them, and tear their skin with her nails. She didn't try to eat any skateboard wheels with kids still attached. She didn't bark insanely at any random dogs either. Yay! I think the extra off-the-leash beach time is mellowing her a bit. *here's hoping*. We did 5K on the 10K steps path, and I jogged for 800 metres of it (two between-marking-post 400m stints). Kitty was less jumpy, so she ran next to me this time. It was easier than last time, so maybe a third 400m jog next week... I have been neglecting my walks since I've been swimming three days a week. naughty! (poor dogs) I think: 'I'll get my cardio tonight' and sleep in...
Oh, and my first week at Project Mayhem with their serious strength challenges has me working harder than I think I've worked since at least high school basketball (and the delightful 'suicides' we would do at the start of each practice). I think I'll still be sore when next week's challenge rolls around...
Food. In the calories today. at the low end. I'm getting better at eating more, but usually that doesn't mean more nutrition, unless I add extra portions of salad or veg. Mostly it means I can have a yogurt at the end of the night, or a bowl of cereal for a snack. I'm a carboholic, I'll have to admit it. So most of the extra calories are carbs, but at least I'm not undercalorie on a cardio day. So goes improvement. Slowly. The tortoise wins in the end, I hear.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Nine weeks, doesn't seem like a long time, but it sure feels like it's enough to change a LOT. I thought the scale would disagree with me this morning, (batman weigh-ins were pretty high most of the time), but I *think* I lost a pound this week. I'm going to say the scale was between 105 and 104kg, but I wont move my ticker to err on the safe side and surprise myself next week with a little extra. The law of averages, didn't you say, Denita? 4 pounds a week two weeks in a row, 1 pound this week still makes 3 pounds a week for the last three weeks. Better than I'd hoped for at least. But, because the scale was reticent to give me excitement, I had the tape measure standing by just in case. Glad I did.
Since the last time I measured myself (6/28/08), I have lost:
2.5 inches from my waist,
3 inches from my hips,
quarter of an inch from my neck (buh?),
1.5 inches from my thighs,
and half an inch across my chest.
Good numbers, I like. Who needs a scale anyway? :P
I have been drinking heaps more water recently, so I'm hoping my water weight will be more stable for next week. I'm pretty good on keeping the sodium down, (I'm just not a salt girl, I prefer pepper, and spinderella's pretty cool too..) so that should help keep me all flushed out. Mrs.HoneyC and her water crusade have finally set up roots in my brain I guess. 12 glasses a day the past three days, and 14 today. whew! I'm gonna float away! (maybe it'll help with my buoyancy in the pool:)
Sunday, August 03, 2008
quickly quickly. I always leave the nightly Spark too late. Just a small success to post for tonight... I had a moment where I was standing at the fridge pondering the inevitable fudgesicle dilemma, when I took some of my own advice. (what a strange and novel idea!) I stopped opening the freezer door and asked myself, 'what exactly are you doing?' Not in a mean way, just in an 'are you paying attention to what you're doing?' way. And I realized I wasn't. Tastebuds and the Mongrel wanted chocolate ice cream. Brain and sore muscles wanted water. The Mongrel had me on autopilot, but once I noticed who was steering, I was able to decide for myself. Holy canoli, what a concept! I can eat you if I want, I thought at the unseen fudgesicle. But, I can also have a cup of chamomile tea if I want to. Why bother freezing, when I can be warm and fuzzy instead? There a plenty of fudgesicles for days that are in more desperate need of them than this one. I choose the tea, please. The Mongrel was understandably confused, but he slunk away rather unnoticed once I had a warm cup in my hands. See you another day, you sneaky thing.
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