Monday, August 01, 2011
So I'm a Saturday weigher. Saturday is my official weigh-in day. It falls on Saturday in hopes of avoiding an end of the week binge. Makes sense, right?
So when I weighed myself on Saturday, I got ticked. I mean, in my head, I was livid. WTH? I did NOT gain 9 lbs in a few days! Swear-curse-swear-naughtywords-swear-swear
And then I took a breath, and looked at the display again.
No, my weight/the number on the scale had not shot up to 229 in a few days time, which is what my mind's eye initially saw. I'd actually gone from 220.8 down to 219.6. I'm so unfamiliar with a 1 trailing that 2, I was confused. Confounded. Confuzzled even!
I didn't record it though. I didn't trust it completely. I can't explain WHY I didn't trust it, other than when I record good numbers like that right off the bat, I turn around and gain back X lbs again. Not this time, skippy!
So I left my ticker alone - it's enough that I have that number in my head as do-able now.
Last night, as I sat up past my normal (8:30-9:00) bedtime until 11:00 p.m. (with my normal 4:30 a.m. wake-up time looming), watching The Bachelorette The Men Tell All (????? Really? What about that show had any bearing on my life? Sigh....) I decided I needed a snack.
Four slices of turkey breast lunchmeat, four slices of Provolone, two slices of Cheddar, and one String cheese later.....
THAT is why I don't record the initial good number. I'll lose my ever-lovin' mind and shovel unneeded calories and fat down my gob.
Welcome to August! This is NOT how we'll be spending our time this month!
I earned 2,063 fitness minutes in July.
I released 2 lbs.
I resumed running.
In August, we'll be...
Aiming for 2,100 fitness minutes.
Releasing at least 2 more lbs.
Improving my running.
Cutting back on binges and ate night mind-numbing TV viewing...
Altho that Mickey is HAWT! OhMy!
August 6th, I'm meeting up with several SparkPeople members at Race for the Homeless in Vancouver to run a 5K!
August 13th, I'm running the Pineapple Classic 5K with 4My2Kidz to raise money to fight Leukemia.
August 26th, I'm volunteering for our very own Sparkin' Hood to Coast Relay team by (wo)manning Exchange 14 for a few hours.
August 27th, I have to decide between doing an 11 mi run with the Tribe or going to Seaside to see our HTC'ers cross the finish!
Yea, I've got things to do, pounds to release, healthy food to enjoy in moderation, and big bootay to kick! My own, of course.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Today is my Friday off - W00T! We just had a delish healthy breakfast of microwave poached eggs with baco-bits on a crispy english muffin with spinach artichoke cream cheese. Mmmmmmmm'mm!
We're fixin' to get on our bikes and head out for a ride around the neighborhood before riding down to the gym to get our ST on. After we're home, we'll get cleaned up to take Maggie to the vet for her month+ check up after her epilepsy episodes.
Pretty much an uneventful day, but good none the less.
I received an email yesterday from SparkPeople - this really is the point of my blog today. That email informed me that I had been voted a SparkPeople Motivator. KBearsMama noticed the symbol on my Spark page - good eye, Robin!
Gang, I burst into tears when I read that email. Yes yes, we ALL know I'm a ninny and cry at the drop of a hat LOL Thankfully it was relatively quiet at work at the time so I could pull myself together before anyone saw me at my ninniest! Still and all, I was surprised, shocked, honored and humbled. I don't think I have sufficient words to say 'thank you' and 'who, me?' enough.
I am grateful to whoever out there among you voted for me in such a way. I'm mostly grateful because it is all of YOU who motivate me and keep me going, and keep me honest!
Thank you, my Spark family, for the Spark love. I hope I can live up to the honor.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
If you would have told me a year ago that I'd be willing to post unflattering pictures of myself on a public website, I'd have snorted.
Uh.. here we go.
July 2010, 2 months on Spark; January 2011, 8 months; July 2011, 14 months
I wish there was more change from January to now, but I'm happy for the little there is. I'm curious what the next 6 months will bring.
Friday, July 22, 2011
So I'm going through a rough patch with my hair lately. I went to get it trimmed a couple of weeks ago, after the Half (it was like I refused to get my hair cut before the Half because it might jinx me somehow).
I went back to the place where I got it cut last time, to the same girl, and told her what I was looking for - more shorter layers, less bulk, trimmed bangs, ends tidied up a bit. I had to ask her three times to thin the sides. She simply wasn't going to do it, but really, the sides were the reason I finally gave in and went back for another cut - that, and the Half was over.
Finally, she used the thinning shears on my side hair.. erm.. the hair on the side of my head! It helped take the bulk out, which is exactly what I wanted.
Now, though, I find myself with hair that's.. not quite what it used to be. It used to be more curly, or I suppose wavy is a better description. I've never been blessed with those adorable corkscrew curls that I long for. Ever. I got a perm last year, and explained I wanted corkscrew curls, but instead got really tight, close to my head, bad curls. It took a while for me to stop crying.. and for the perm to relax and be something I could deal with.
That's all gone now. Now it's sorta.. straight, but in a frizzy way. So I've been experimenting with how to style my hair. I'm a die-hard Bang-er. I love me some good ole fashioned, curled up and almost in my eyes Bangs. This week, I've been not curling under, simply going with the part, and letting it all kinda.. hang out. People at work have gotten used to my hair going from burgandy to cherry to brown to black to purple and back to red again. Now they must be wondering what has crawled atop my head and died, because it's just limp and frizzy. Can you be limp and frizzy at once? Meh.
So today, I decided to use my big barrel curling iron for GOOD. Today, I'm channeling my Inner Farrah.
Man I loved those ladies. Every girl in my grade had Farrah wings. Except me. I had short burr-cut hair. Like, it was MAYBE all of two inches, three inches all over my head. My mom didn't want to have to deal with my hair in the mornings before school, so the answer was to cut it off.
Anyway, here's my Inner Farrah look:
Yea, it's grainy. It's a Crackberry, in a poorly lit bathroom. It happens.
While I'm channeling my Inner Farrah, I'm also feeling a might skinnier.
My status says one of my coworkers yelled that I'm a skinny girl now. Karen42Boys said that would have rated them a kiss LOL I went for a bashful duck of my head, colored pink cheeks, and a great big thank you! I'll have to bust out with my July 2010 side-view pic up against a new July 2011 side-view pic. I think I'm going to be pleased!
I've got to come up with a workable hairdo. Right now, it's too long to not be pulled back out of my face somehow for running and Zumba. But, it's too short to all fit back in a ponytail, headbands don't stay in place (maybe I have an oddly shaped head?) and I hate barrets. Usually, I resort to wearing a ball cap, which is fine, but they get awfully sweaty awfully fast. I've also learned how to tie a bandana around my head, which has become a cute way of dealing with my hair as well.
Maybe I'll get it all cut off - I know, I've threatened this before, but maybe I mean it this time.
Maybe I'm more of a Jaclyn than a Farrah. Hmm.
Ah well. I may never be Charlie's Angels material, but I sure am SparkGuy's Lifestylers material!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
That, my dears, is the sound of relief. No, this is not a blog about my backfield being in motion - thank goodness that is fine and dandy!
Itís the sound of relief after the building pressure of being unable to run for the last two weeks has subsided. I ran last night.
Ran. Slowly. Walked a bit more than ran the first mile. Ran more than walked the second mile.
2 miles. 35 minutes. S~L~O~W-*ss running. Running none the less.
Seriously, itís like a physical weight has been lifted from me. I can breathe again. I did not overdo it. I wanted to, but I was with Bill, and it was coolish but muggy, and he was not interested in running another 2 miles around the golf course Ė probably a very good thing!
I seem to go back to the golf course when I need to restart or recenter myself or ease back into running. Itís where I go because the trail is softer and more forgiving than pavement. It has hills that are more interesting than flat streets, and trees and squirrels and ducks and ponds and hills. When Iíve had rough runs with the Tribe, Iíll retreat to the trail to take it easy on my legs after two rest days.
I wore the calf sleeves, walked much longer at first to warm up, and took the first running interval slowly, cautiously. I was fully prepared to stop and return to walking, or even return the car! if it hurt too much. It didnít. It was a bit awkward at first. I felt gimpy, because consciously or not, I was favoring my left leg. It didnít hurt though. There was a bit of an ache, but that was more along the lines of warming up and stretching out, not pain.
I did take things slowly, and Bill was with me. We did the first mile then I stopped and stretched. I wanted to be sure I did everything I could to be successful and finish well Ė which last night meant simply finishing 2 miles. It felt so good, and I remembered all my head-work about form and breathing and lifting from my thighs, not just my feet, etc. and so on.
Last night, that run, those 35 minutes, did more for me and my mood and my attitude than anything else has in the last two weeks. And today. Today is good. Today, my leg does not hurt. Today, thereís a slight ache, but it actually feels BETTER after than run than it did before. The muscles got stretched out and used. Theyíre happier today for it. And so is my mind/heart/soul.
Thursday, Iíll do it again. Iíll do it in the neighborhood though, because Iíve rebuilt a little bit of my confidence again. Iíll go easy, and pay attention to what my body is telling me. And I will revel in the freedom to move the way I want to once more.
On a separate note, I find myself eating small meals/snacks every hour at work. I donít necessarily do it on purpose, itís just working out that way.
I heard/read you should eat when you first rise to help kick start your metabolism for the day. I fiddle with this theory Ė I wake and get the coffee going, boot the puppies out the back door to go potty, and then have 2 cups of cold water with my vitamin, calcium, and cinnamon capsules. THEN I have my coffee, which we have in very nice beer mugs, thankyouverymuch LOL turns out to be 2 cups as well. In that, I mix a scoop of EAS Chocolate Whey Protein, along with more Coffee Mate than should be legal, but I refuse to give that up. Thatís my Ďjump startí for the morning, to give my body something to work with until I can get to work and eat a proper breakfast.
Does that sound weird? Going to work to eat breakfast? LOL Probably.
My calorie count for breakfast has slowly been creeping up toward 500-550, but 180 of that is coffee w/ creamer and protein, so Iíve given up freaking out about it. Mostly. Anyway, I leave the house at 6, Iím at my computer and working by 6:30, and I usually donít start eating breakfast until 7:30.
Letís look at today.
Today, I had an english muffin w/ a tbsp of peanut butter at 7:30.
Then, I had a LightíníFit yogurt at 8:30.
Then I had my peach at 9:30.
Thatís all breakfast.
I didnít plan on spreading out breakfast over two hours, it just happened to work out that way in between work.
I just finished my morning snack of a light string cheese at 10:30.
Lunch will be at 11:30, maybe 12.
After that, I donít eat again until 2:30 or 3:00 usually Ė lately Iíve been having big juicy delish oranges. Iíll get home and have a boiled egg or a Clif Kidz bar around 4:30 to tide me over to get through ST and Zumba at the gym, and then have dinner around 8:00 when we get home.
That morning hourly feeding just strikes me as weird. Granted, if Iím having cereal w/ blueberries or cream of wheat w/ peanut butter and banana, then I eat at 7:30 and have a snack at 9:30. I figure my coworkers probably think all I ever do it eat, because Iím always eating!
Am I eating too often? Itís not too much I donít think as Iím mostly within my calorie range, even though Iím falling short on protein. Night time eating is killing me, and Iím working hard on getting that back under control. Actually, I had my main dinner last night at 6:30 after running, then finished my side dish (cottage cheese) an hour later. That helped keep me from going for a snack, since Iíd just eaten.
Bill laughs because Iím always hungry. We know to take water and snacks with us when we go out running around, on a road trip, whatever. The times I donít have snacks with me, he gets tired of hearing me say Iím hungry. Maybe itís more psychological than anything else.
Maybe all of this explains why Iím hovering where I am with the number on the scale. Too much, too often, too.. something.
So go ahead. Give it to me straight. Is that excessive? Whatís your eating schedule? Or do you have one?
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