Friday, July 02, 2010
Here it is July already. Where's the time gone?
Time to put down in writing and commit to some goals for this month. I counted June as my breaking-in period, and now that I'm broked it's time for another step toward re/building myself to the me I want to be.
~ Walking 45-60 minutes a day.
I've learned that while a half hour on the tread (she -still- needs a name, one nice enough for polite company, at least) may meet my fitness tracker goal for exercise minutes, it does Not meet my daily goal for calories to burn. Maybe if I cranked up to jogging/running on the tread for those 30 minutes, but I'm not at that point confidence-wise (as yet another aside, I AM tempted to bump the speed up to a jogging pace and see what happens, but I don't want to be a treadmill casualty and go flying off the back-end because it's more than I can handle - plus I still feel too big, loose, and jiggly to be moving in such a fashion). With that in mind, I'm going to aim for walking 45-60 minutes a day.
I've been walking with KBearsMama (~~~~~~~~~~waving 'Hi Robin!') at Glendoveer golf course, doing the two mile track in 45 minutes. When we do that, I come home and log it on the tracker, and find that it burns 296 calories - my daily goal is 316. More than 45 minutes would meet the goal, but I'll accept being 20 cals. short now and then. I do other exercises, and while they don't count as calories burned, I figured something has to be burning, besides my muscles!
~ Continue tracking my food.
I enter my food every day. If I miss finishing the logging one evening, I diligently go back and add it the next day. I've been really good about staying within my calorie range, and varying it a bit - eating at the low end a couple of days, then higher for a few more, etc. and so on. Yes, I do have below-range or above-range days, but I'm getting better at hitting the right target.
I enter the majority of my daily intake in the morning - my breakfast, my lunch, any snacks, and then I know what counts I have left to work with for dinner and evening snack (if I have one). I -think- I'm doing alright, but there are days I'm 1 point over, or 30 points under, and I need to work at finding the right balance and focusing on nutrition. Speaking of....
~ Finding a better balance.
I work 9 1/2 hour days (half hour lunch included) - I'm away from the house for 10 1/2 hours, including commute. I'm up at 4:30 a.m. daily (ok, you're right, there are 4:45 days sometimes) and out the door by 6:00 a.m. I leave work at 4:00 p.m., we're home by 4:30, and then there's the puppies to play with and feed, dinner to make, husband to spend time with, walking o do, dishes to wash, exercises to do, plants to water, yard to tend, Deadliest Catch to watch (LOVE that show) cleaning up and washing down and.. we're in bed around 9 (that is getting a bit later, since it's staying light out later). I read myself to sleep - and yes, I envy those of you who can simply go to bed and go to sleep. Bill can do that, and I wish I were so lucky. I read anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour, until I drop off to sleep, book still clutched in hand. That means I usually get between 6 and 7 hours of sleep. By the end of the week, I'm pretty well done-in.
I'm having a hard time balancing everything that needs to get done in that short timespan of 4-5 hours in the evening, without anyone or anything being neglected, including myself. I've tried getting up at 4 and hitting the treadmill, and it worked when I did it the few times, but even getting up that early, I find myself rushing and hustling to avoid being late for work. So I'm sticking to an hour and a half in the evenings of working out and walking - sometimes two if I go to the golf course with Robin. I'm either going to have to cook dinners all on Sunday and freeze them for the week, or swallow my pride and ask the hubby to pitch in and do some cooking now and again. He won't mind, hasn't minded, but I feel bad asking him to do it (let's save the gender-roles discussion for another time, when my blog post isn't turning into a marathon of words!).
So there. Three little goals - three big tasks. Ok, not so big really, but they're issues that for me, I feel I need to focus on and work harder at. Let's see where things stand come August 1, shall we?
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Received my Spark Fitness Starter Kit yesterday. The big ball is awesome - it didn't burst when I sat on it, and I was worried. I'm off to the Fitness room (aka the scary room two sets of grown kids used to live in, now revamped and repurposed to my life, liberty, and pursuit of fitness!) to try out my new ball and resistance bands and Coach Nicole's videos.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
It's only day 4.. uh.. huh. Allow me to rephrase that ~ahem..~
I've been rockin' Bootcamp and I'm on day 4!
I was very nervous signing up for Bootcamp, figuring even though I've made progress, I wasn't in any shape to keep up. You know what? I was wrong.
I've kept up. Sure, I've struggled with a few things, but I've kept up, given each exercise and movement my best, and I feel great, and yea, a bit proud of myself for doing this.
One silly little thing - at the end of each video, Coach Nicole says "You've just finished day __ of your Bootcamp workout plan.." and I get a little misty eyed and want to thank her, because I DID just finish day __ and I'll be back tomorrow for more, and the day after that, and the day after That.
Monday, June 07, 2010
So Thursday was an extra day off, making for a four-day weekend for me. Woohoo. (I work a 9/80 schedule, alternating 5 day weeks with 4 day weeks, which means every-other Friday off). It was great until Thursday evening. Trainwreck is the term that comes to mind. It started with rationalizing "I had a great turn on the treadmill today, I'll just have ___ for a snack" and progressed from there. I don't know why it went downhill so fast, but it did. I scarffed down some of this, then some of that. Of course it all happened after my husband went to bed, so there were no witnesses.
Then Friday. Ah Friday. Horrid Friday. Black Friday - only not the shopping kind. I was in a foul mood, partially attributed to knowing I'd blew days worth of doing well and being conscious of what was going in my mouth. I was tired from staying up late binging, then getting up early to see The Man off to work. I didn't do any strength training at all in the morning, or warm up for that matter, but went down and climbed on the treadmill. Thursday's turn on the tread had gone well and I'd felt great (I always seem to feel better if/when I tread in the morning) so I figured it would be good for what ailed me.
I didn't listen to my body. I didn't warm up well enough, and things started to hurt. I kept chiding myself... c'mon, you can do this, this is easier than it was yesterday.. keep going.. just a little longer.. just a little faster.. yea. My back hurt, my legs hurt, and my attitude hurt even worse.
We won't even go into the amount of food I stuffed down my gullet Friday night, again, after Bill had gone to bed. Big red flag to be sneaking food, but there I was.
Saturday dawned, and we were up regular time, and I don't know if it was because Bill was home or the rain had ceased or what.. but I felt better. I'd slept better, I'd stopped beating myself up over abusing my drug of choice (FOOD!) and I had resolved to get back on track.
Saturday and Sunday went much better, except for all the RAIN on Sunday. C'mon already!
No more binging, back on track, and letting my body rest and recover on Saturday. Sunday, when I hit the tread, it was with a simple plan in mind that I was going to stick to, and I did, and it felt great again!
According to Sunday morning's weigh-in, I'd gained .6 lbs. That was better than I'd expected, considering how much food I shoved in my gob. I weighed myself three different times, just to be sure. Yep, gained .6 lbs. Ok, that's not insurmountable, I can lose that again.
I'm a curious bean, so I decided to weigh myself again this (Monday) morning. Lo! I was down 4 lbs. Que? Really? Again, I weighed myself three separate times, and yep, that's what it said. I have NO idea why the wide fluctuation, but I'm going to go with it, and wait until next Sunday to see what the results are then. Maybe the -4 is real, although I don't see how it's possible.
We have wood floors. We have a few rugs through out the house, but for the most part, we're all wood.
We have two dogs, and they have hairy feet. They drag in stuff from the yard because, no matter how I try, I haven't been able to train them to wipe their feet on the doormat before they come in. I keep trying, although I fear it may be a fool's errand.
Why a fool's errand, you ask? Not because they're dogs, no. It's because I've yet been able to train my husband to take his shoes off when he comes in the house, let alone remember to wipe them on the mat before he steps in.
Finally, an apology is owed.
I've been quietly letting people around me know about my efforts to get fit and healthy (NOT diet). Yes, I'm still thinking "the less people know, then the less people will know if I fail" - but I'm not going to fail. Anyway, one of my friends had been obese in her younger years, and worked and strived to lose the weigh and get healthy and physically fit over the years. When I told her a bit about my efforts, she said something to me that I sort of blew off at the time.
'Be kind to you. Be kind to your body. It took years to gain the weight, it's going to take a while to get rid of it again. Treat yourself the same way you'd treat a girlfriend - gently, with love and support and encouragement'.
I didn't do that Thursday or Friday. I ignored what I was feeling, emotionally and physically, and plowed right through the food and trying to treadmill. I hurt myself by overeating, and by over-exerting myself on the treadmill.
My apology is to my body. It's the only one I've got, and we're in this thing together. Mind and body, heart and soul. Just because my mind says "do it!" that doesn't mean my body can always fulfill the wish/command. I promise to listen more carefully. I promise to set realistic goals, and stick to them. I will push, I will go for 'just a little bit more' but I'll do it within reason, and I'll avoid hurting myself again.
It was a long weekend, and I'm glad it's over. Back to my routine (apparently I'm really dependent upon my routine, I did not know that!) and back to work and back on track and back to a good healthy focus.
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Since I'm off today, I decided to knock out my strength training for the day this morning. I do these exercises in our office, where our computers are, and where our lhasa apsos' crate is. Millie is our big girl at 22 lbs., and Maggie is our little girl, at 13 lbs. There's a picture of them on my Photos page.
So, some of my exercises are on the floor - lying triceps lifts, leg curls, and back extensions. Usually, I close the office door when I'm exercising in the evening (so the husband doesn't hear me huffing and puffing and grunting) but he's at work this morning and it's just me and the girls. When it's time for me to hit the floor, they're both right there with me, excited that Mama's on the floor with them! Yay!
I somehow get through the triceps lifts, working around their little sniffy noses poking at me, but when it came to the leg curls and back extensions, Maggie decided she needed to help even more! She climbed up on my back and perched herself on my rear end, until my leg curls disturbed her perch and she moved up to sit on my back.
I kept going, but I don't think I've ever laughed so much while exercising in my life. Maggie went along for the ride as I did the back extensions - thoughtful little bean for helping me out! So, it may not have been my best form, but it certainly made for an enjoyable session.
I think I better do another set this evening, -with- the door closed this time
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