Saturday, December 17, 2011
Have you seen this yet? It's worth your 9 minutes!
"Walking is the best medicine."
Have a great weekend!
Thursday, December 08, 2011
I've finally broken out of my "wanting to lose weight but not actually creating a calorie deficit" mode. You know those people that talk about losing weight as they eat cookies and bagels?? That was me. I wasn't out of control or anything, but there's a reason why I hadn't lost any weight since July. In reality I climbed back up a few but never changed my ticker. Because that ticker is sacred and changing that is serious business.
I'm at 145 and have been for a few weeks now so I know it's the real deal. I should be happily jumping up and down. I'm not. Here are my problems:
When will it be enough? My original goal was 155. Then I moved it to 150. Then 140. I'm pretty darn close yet I still see lots of areas that need shrinking & toning. Will I feel content at 140? The only way to know is to get there, right?!
Clothing. Nothing fits. Nothing fits! I am annoyed every time I look in my closest. I don't have tons of cash to drop on a new wardrobe right now. But I seriously need one bra to fit perfectly. And one pair of jeans. Just one. And if you let me get greedy, I'll say I want a super pretty comfy green sweater. And a gray infinity scarf. And some new tall brown boots. And and and...See what happens?
(I put running gloves, a beanie and yoga pants that actually fit on my Christmas list. Fingers crossed!)
And I know this is a good problem to have. Baggy jeans, loose tops, even my workout clothes are too big. Good problem, but still a problem.
Running is not cheap. And I want new gear! Do I spend the little $ I have on good running tights that will get mega miles this winter and a warm neck warmer thingie OR do I get the bra and jeans?
And I am vain and materialistic and feel kinda silly worrying about these things. But man, you should see these boots I have my eye on.
Totally unrelated, but a story I want to hash out somewhere so I figure Spark is the perfect place.
I'd noticed an unknown number on my cell a couple of times in the past few weeks. Just missed calls, no messages. For whatever reason I answer yesterday when I see the number again. Well, it was my total loser jerkface ex-boyfriend. I've been married 5 years. DH and I were together for over 2 years before we got married. So this guy is from awhile ago. We're not Facebook friends. He lives in another country. He don't talk or email. There is zero relationship. The relationship we did have 8 years ago was dysfunctional and abusive.
I ask why he's calling. He says he wants to talk. Really? Talk? It's been 8 years. (OK, fine. 5 years. he called once after I got married.)
What do you want?
He wants to see how I'm doing.
I'm good. I'm happily married and have two awesome kids.
He asks if I can Skype him when I get home.
HELLLL NO. And that's what I said. I asked, "What's the point? What do you want?"
He tells me, "Don't be like that. I just want to see what you look like after having 2 babies."
With all the "I am woman, hear me roar- attitude I got I say, "I look good. I'm training for a marathon. I run all the time. I look GOOD." click.
wow, that felt amazing. And now it's time to change my cell phone number.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Last week was crabby. I didn't get in enough miles, I ate too much and I was in a funk. Luckily I came across this quote:
At that moment I changed my attitude. And surprise, surprise! it worked.
On Monday we had a kick-off assembly at school for our rice packing event. We raise money to pack meals for families in need in east Africa. It's an incredibly powerful event. Young children realize that they can make a difference. And have fun doing it!
25% of the world lives on less than a dollar a day. I am thankful that I have abundant choices of healthy food everyday. I've never had to make the choice of which family member gets to eat for the day. Imagine that! Imagine having to look at your children and not being able to give them the food their growing bodies need. Basic needs. I'm not trying to get all political or guilt anyone. I just want us to be more aware of the choices we are fortunate to have. Because of this fortune, I want to make the best choices possible for me and my family.
I ran those 10 miles with the Ironman girls. You were all right: it was great. They were faster and I know they slowed down for me on the way back. They could talk more easily and didn't change pace at all as we went up hills. holy impressive! Towards the end of the run I asked about how they got into training. Some friends had posted a video on Facebook and they thought, "If those girls can do it, so can we." It reminded me of how much we all motivate each other on Spark. I told them how impressed I was. My friend said, "It's all relative. I think it's impressive that you started running in April and just ran 10 with us." Made me smile. Actually made me smile all day long. A few times during the work day I would think to myself: "I ran 10 miles this morning!" And I got an email from her that asked if I would join them again. And I will.
On Wednesday my friend's baby had eye surgery. He has Down's Syndrome and has had several surgeries already in his 7 month life. She posts the most inspirational quotes on Facebook about their journey. She makes me want to live life more fully and appreciate all the little things. Hug my kids more. Slow down and savor their joy. Be thankful for health.
Happy Thanksgiving! The morning started with a walk by the river (50 degrees in MN is alone something to be grateful for!) with my parents, my siblings and their partners and the kids. I am a lucky girl. My husband was the only one that missed the walk because he was too busy cooking for all of us. This is HIS day! He has been menu planning and prepping for weeks. After the walk I checked in on Spark and saw that you were all running Turkey Trots. So when the kids took a nap, I went and did my own little 5 mile run of thanks. Our meal was fabulous. My husband is very talented. It was a simple, great day. And I only ate one dessert.
I'm trying to write this as quick as I can so that I can get the kids up and ready to go meet my dad for a short run. My dad is the reason I started running. My heart is overwhelmed just by typing that.
I have a lot to be thankful for. Spend a few minutes reflecting on what you have. I promise that it will make you smile and feel healthy, loved and rich. You may even giggle with joy like a toddler.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Today I ran in the snow and ice for the first time ever. major milestone! It was almost 7 miles, but let's round up and say 7 miles. It was half terrifying, half invigorating. I was really worried about slipping and falling on the ice. I suppose I should invest in some of those Yak Trak dealies. Any suggestions? experience?
I want to avoid the treadmill at all costs. I can't imagine running for over an hour on the treadmill. I know I'll have to do some short runs on it come January, but that's to worry about later.
Last week I ran 8 miles. total. My goal is 15-22. I also ate too much even though I said I was going to focus on nutrition. I don't get why I react this way: I start to track and I become crazy obsessed with food, think about it non-stop, and end up over-eating. Feel free to psycho-analyze me on that one. I've done it several times. So then I quit tracking, go back to mindful eating and do well for a few weeks. Then I see a gain on the scale and think that I must go back to tracking. And repeat. ahhhh!
This weekend was a Hmong New Year celebration and a dinner party. Too much food. Not the way I wanted to head into Thanksgiving week. At least now I have it fresh in my mind of how horrible I feel when I over indulge. It's not worth it! I will eat slowly on Thursday and Friday. I will not shove entire cookies into my mouth.
Back to the running... I have not met my mileage goals since the time change. It's dark in the morning. It's dark at night. It's too cold to take the kids in the jogger for more than 3 miles. What's a girl to do? Well, here's where things get crazy.
I have become friends with a girl at my gym. (The one that gave me her half marathon bib a month ago). She has asked me to run with her a few times. I've always had excuses. Truth is I am terrified to run with her. Not only has she run multiple marathons and triathalons, played soccer at a D1 university, and has calve muscles of a Greek goddess... she completed an Ironman in August. A real freakin Ironman. A true athlete.
Clearly I need some help to meet my winter running goals. I agreed to run with her and her friend on Tuesday morning. At 5:45am. gulp. She said they usually do 6-8. Perfect. Well, I just got an email that the plan is for 10. Now I know that 10 is only 2 more than 8. And I know that I have run 10 miles a handful of times. But never in the winter. Never with people I didn't know. Never with people that have completed an IRONMAN!
I thought about backing out. But then I thought about being strong. And I thought that the only way to gain strength is to train harder. I know I have a lot to learn from these girls. Deep down I know I can do this. But I'm also scared sh*tless!
Send me happy, positive running vibes on Tuesday morning! And have a great week Sparkers. We have much to be thankful for.
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