Friday, May 28, 2010
5 Jars of Freezer jam made
3 Chocolate Strawberry Milkshakes (for me, hubby, and Ethan)
About 10 strawberries eaten throughout the day.
1 bowl dropped off at the in-laws' place
We were picking for about 40 minutes or so, about an hour's work including walking, standing, leaning over, picking, etc. Good work out (sweat was POURING!) and hubby was suddenly so happy that we had ventured out for this adventure. Ended up with a little over 11 pounds of strawberries and only paid $13.95 for the whole bunch!
Thank you, all of you, for reminding me to push through the Blah. I knew it, I swear I did...but I just felt so darn BLAH! "Hearing" you guys "say" those things helped so much! I'm not 100% --- In fact, my knee did end up popping out when we got back to the house...it's really sore now. But I'm alive. I'm healthy. I'm full of yummy, fresh, completely ripe, locally grown, hand-picked strawberries.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Seriously, hold me back! I'm trying to become...an athlete! ACK!
I took my regular walk to the market yesterday on my lunch break. I thought about trying for my 2 miles, but I knew (1) it was really hot outside, (2) I only have a 45 minute break and I didn't know how long it would take me, and (3) there are no showers at work. Instead, I took my regular route...it's about a mile walk total, not including any walking I do inside the market. (BTW - picked up a great haul including some amazing peaches and that fig bar I'm in love with now!)
But all afternoon I realized I still wanted to try my two miles. I guess I could've just waited until today, but I didn't want to wait. (I'm not real good at waiting for anything...) So I went home, kissed the hubby, announced that I was going on a walk and changed my clothes. The boys ask, "How long?" *lol* Cautious, I see. Afraid of another 3.1 miles! *lol* I informed them it would be 2 miles and Ethan says, "Oh, well I can do 2 miles!"
This is one unexpected twist to the 5K attempt this weekend. Sure, all of us were complaining. (I probably cursed more than any mother should around her children.) I was hot. I was tired. We ALL were! But when I announced to my sons last night that we were going to do 2 miles, both of them shrugged and said, "I can do that!" I have a feeling that a week ago their response would have been different...something more akin to "TWO MILES!? AT ONCE?! BACK TO BACK!??!" Suddenly, in the afterglow of our accomplishment this past weekend, 2 miles was just a spit in the dirt. "Easy-peesy, lemon-squeezy!" as Ethan would say.
So I (we) head out for my two miles. I make myself take it slow for just a little bit (warm-up) and then I push myself to go quickly the rest of the way. (I swear I tried to slow down at the end, but I knew I was timing myself and I just couldn't keep my feet from moving as fast as they wanted to.) Ended up doing 2 miles in 42:59.9. (See, I saved myself from 43! *lol*) I didn't have a specific time in mind, I just knew that this would be a starting point for me...
Also after that 5K Sunday, I have found myself, on more than one occasion, looking up information on races in this state and those neighboring it. I even started mapping out a plan for doing one a month every month! I have decided on one for sure - I will be doing the Charleston Distance Run 5K on September 4th. I haven't registered yet for the simple fact that I don't know whether I'll be walking or running this one. I'm fine to simply walk it...but I don't want to hold myself back if I'm ready for something a little more advanced by then. I mean it's more than 3 months away - and look at how far I've come already in just ONE month! So, I have until the end of August to register. (Also, I think I'm secretly hoping to be down a shirt size so I can actually order a shirt from the race...*shrug*)
And last night, before I went home for my 2 miler...I drove past the skating rink again...the one that has been holding Zumba classes for about 2 months now. These things are so darn popular the parking lot and road around the rink fills up each night! So I called them to ask when classes where. Apparently M & W classes don't start until 7pm...so guess where I'll be next Wednesday? Best part? Only 3 bucks for an hour workout! Beat that big cities!!
And it turns out...I'm okay being the "athlete". (This isn't the right word...I need to combine fake and athlete somehow - fathlete... *lol* Fat Athlete - Fathlete! I'm using it!!)
So it turns out I'm okay being a fathlete! I'm looking into buying some good walking/running shoes this weekend while I'm in Columbus for a wedding. And I've got an order all ready for Old Navy workout clothes (I think I'll even order one shirt a size smaller...just in case *wink*) and a new gym bag! It's exciting, yo!
But...you knew there was a but, didn't you? But, I need to make sure I pace myself here! The last time I went out too fast and furious and I injured myself several times over. Only, I kept pushing through the pain. And the doctor encouraged that because she knew what I was trying to do and she felt like if I could manage the pain then it wasn't too bad for me to stop. She simply told me to listen to my body and prescribed some 800mg Ibuprofen. (And I'll be making an appointment to go back to her for advice next week...all a part of being a fathlete.) But I got burned out and I stopped. And I don't want that this time. So if any of you have suggestions for what to do/what not to do...let me know!
So far the plan is as follows:
New workout clothes (that fit!)
New shoes (without holes and wear/tear)
A sweatband (I totally get this now!)
A mini MP3 player of some sort and sport headphones
A better water bottle of some sort...easier to carry
Cycling (for real and on the inStride)
And Work Toward:
Walking 2 miles comfortably
Running a mile
Walking that 5K without dying!
and ...eventually...running that 5K!
Truth is, I'm having trouble figuring out what kind of schedule I need because the runner training schedules are too advanced (even C25K right now) and there isn't a lot out there otherwise ...at least not that I've been able to find. *sigh*
Ah-well...this fathlete is off to plan her next workout. (Probably not walking tonight...don't want to overdo it, so I'll only do my walks every other day...that sounds about right. Right?) Tomorrow I will be picking strawberries as my workout! YAY YAY YAY!! Can't wait to have some fresh strawberries in the house!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Heck yes that was a Buddy the Elf reference. And double heck yes on the double blogging today. Yeah, sorry about that...but I just had to share with you a recent find. Recent, as in today...
I was checking out at the whole foods market near my work (Yes, I know how unbelievable lucky I am to have this within walking distance, therefore, I am able to combine buying fresh produce, plants, and meat (including fish) with my afternoon exercise) and, once again the line was really long. This meant I was looking at POS (point of sale, you know the impulse crap they put up by the register) stuff...something I don't normally do. Because it's usually pricey junk food, stuff for your kids to taunt you while you wait in line for 40 minutes (okay, 5 minutes) "Mommy, I want it! PLEASE?!?!"
Anyhow, I glanced over and saw these packages that looked like protein bars. Turns out they're Whole Wheat Fig Bars, in varied flavors. All natural. Made by a company called Nature's Bakery. While it was $1.50 for one package, I decided to splurge so I could have something fun, a little treat if you will.
I took to rereading the nutritionals a few minutes ago and discovered there are actually two servings per package (this drives me INSANE by the way!). I look at the little tiny portions they give me...they look like bulked up, brown fig newtons really. I got the apple cinnamon flavor. So I go to eat this thing, and within one bite I'm hooked. Of course, now I'm thinking - SCARY! - because I know I'm going to want that other half. Well...by the end of the one little serving I was feeling full! No, no...I still ate the other one...but I know that if I would've let that full feeling carry I could've easily gotten away with just eating one. I ate the other because I wanted to and I have the calories to do it and...well, it was so darn good!
So, if you haven't tried them - DO! YUMMM!
Now I just need SUGIRL06 to let me know that these are 100% what they claim to be and, dare I say it?...good for me! If so, I'll go pick up a few more flavors tomorrow! *lol*
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Lately I've been reading some blog posts from people about their bad days. And I mean - a lot. This is not a bad thing, but what worries me is the apologies they make for posting a "non-motivational" blog post...especially from those who have been crowned with the Spark Motivator crown. While I understand their emotion, I have a little something to tell my motivators - all of my motivators, whether you wear a crown that Spark made or an invisible one that I have placed upon your head without you knowing...
Your "bad day" blog posts are motivation too!
Sometimes when we feel like people are watching, or when we hear people say "You've motivated me to do better!" we feel a sort of obligation to that person. We feel like all eyes are now on us and we must not fail to remain the motivator they have come to expect in us. But two things happen here.
1- We stop living for us, and start living for them. The collective them. A specific them. It doesn't matter. It is no longer about what we need, about what we feel or desire, or the pain we've experienced. It's no longer about our journey or the loss of motivation we have, and our struggle to find someone to motivate us. It's become about the people who look up to us. We imagine ourselves on the pedestal there, and we're afraid if we fall we're going to crush the people below us under a ton of marble, and not only will it be "ruined" for us, but for them as well. -- That's just too much weight to be carrying around!
2- We stop realizing that "motivation" is a circle. Think about it...in order to be motivational, you have to have been motivated. You keep people in your life who motivate you and inspire you to be your best. For me, it's my husband, my children, my mother. But I've had people come up to me and say that I motivate them to be better as well. Like my friend yesterday, who kept walking because I wanted to. Who doesn't really need to lose any weight, but is trying to get fit - and who is also going through the sudden loss of her father. I pushed her not because I wanted her to walk more, but because I needed it. And if she had said she was done, I would have stopped and finished my workout later in the day. That's just part of being a friend.
Your "bad-day" blogs remind us that bad days happen to everyone. It is much easier for us to aspire to be "like you" if we know that you are human, that sometimes you fail/fall, but you get back up again. If we didn't see you fall, like ever, we'd simply assume you'd been bitten by some radioactive spider and while we might admire you, we could never aspire to be you - not really. Because we understand that we're not perfect. We understand (especially those of us that are larger here) that it has been a long road of not being perfect to get us to where we are today. AND we understand that we'll have falls along the way, because we aren't perfect, and we never will be.
If I was designed to be perfect, I'd be one of those boney girls like my friend T, who weighs less than your average African swallow and actually has trouble finding clothes that don't fall off of her. I'd be able to eat whatever I wanted and never have to worry about things like calories and fat grams. And, even then, I would not be perfect. Because while I would look skinny, I would not be healthy. I might have insomnia because of my poor eating habits, like one friend of mine. Or I might have stomach ulcers, like another. Either way perfect is not possible.
Last night I did a "bad" thing too. I went to the chinese buffet. WHAT? Yeah, you heard me. The CHINESE BUFFET! I haven't really been out to eat without checking my tracker once since I started this whole thing. And I've really wanted some chinese from our little buffet in town. So as we're realizing we have a bare fridge last night, and hubby looks right at me and says, "What do you want to do?" and I know what I want to do but I'm afraid he'll be disappointed in me (see? there it is!!), and the kids are saying "Chinese!" because they know how much I love that little buffet...Dad turns to one and says, "That's not really the right place for your mom's diet." I smirk and say, "Well, actually...that's exactly where I want to go..."
"Really?" says hubby...unsure...waiting for me to take it back.
"Yes." And then I did what I always did, I felt the need to qualify or justify my reasons to him. To explain why I thought it would be okay for me to go to the buffet. It went a little something like this - "I want to see if I can. I don't want to say that I can never go to another buffet again, ever! And I'd rather do it now, while I'm in control...rather than wait until I'm having a bad week and have my 'screw it' mentality and really blow things!"
So...we went. And I ate. And I paid attention to portion sizes and had more white rice with a tiny bit of fried rice thrown in to trick myself, and a few small pieces of my favorite chicken dishes and some broccoli. And an orange slice or two for dessert. I survived my "bad day" in a way. And, honestly, I don't see it as a bad day, because I was conscious. I was awake and alert and paying attention...I have never done that before at a buffet. EVER.
So thank you, Motivators - crowns or no...because you motivate us every day by showing us that a life can be lived this way. A full life with ups and downs and twists and turns and joy and sorrow. I never wanted a half-life...so thank you. For everything. Even your bad days!
Now get back on that treadmill and inspire me again!
Finally, leaving you with my fortune cookie from last night:
"Losers visualize the penalties of failure. Winners visualize the rewards of success."
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