Wednesday, February 13, 2013
I weigh myself every day. I do my best not to get too excited about sudden dips or too down about sudden increases. I tend to view the number on the scale the same way a person should view a stock price: ignore ups & downs, and monitor the moving average. And that's why I weigh myself every day. If the number keeps creeping up, I will catch it much sooner.
And continually creeping up is exactly what it's doing. No mystery here: I eat too much. And yes, I log what I eat. That's how I know I'm eating too much.
I drink tons of water, I rarely drink soda, I get up from my desk at least once an hour, I try to never let myself get really hungry, so I'm doing most things right. I just love to eat.
This is probably temporary. My husband's work schedule changed, so I'm getting up a little earlier (and therefore getting less sleep). We will both adapt. And I'm taking advantage of a relatively warm winter and commuting by bike & walking at lunch. But every day I talk myself out of, and then back into, doing these activities at least a couple of times. This despite the fact I have NEVER returned from a lunch time walk and thought, "I really wish I would have stayed at my desk and checked out I Can Haz Chzbrgr."
And so, I will go out and walk at lunch. I will ride my bike home into a 15-20 mph west wind. And maybe, just maybe, I will eat less than a thousand calories at dinner.
If that's the case, perhaps the number on the scale will drop a bit tomorrow, and I will try to not cast it as a great moral victory.
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Good ride home today. The wind was 20-25 mph earlier in the afternoon, but it died down to next to nothing by the time I left work. The bike felt light and supple - that's such an amazing feeling. I think it's the closest thing a grown-up can get to the pure joy a child feels on a bicycle.
Using the foam roller on my right ITB did not hurt. Uncomfortable, yes, but that's quite an improvement. I'm usually whimpering & doing lamaze breathing while I work out that band.
And to cap it all off, the Hubs made me pizza for dinner. What a great way to end a day!
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
I'd every intention of riding my bike home last night. I even gave myself permission to skip my lunchtime walk because I knew I was going to ride home. Silly girl.
On my last trip into the office, my rear tire blew. Not a catastrophic blow out, just enough to spew green Slime. The Slime repaired itself, and the tire seemed to be holding enough air. (It felt like it was holding about 100 PSI.)
I usually run these tires at 140 PSI. I couldn't resist adding more air. So, I shot a little CO2 into the tube and proceeded to change into my bike clothes. I was putting on my booties when the tire blew again. This time, it was catastrophic. Defeated, I put my suit back on and drove home.
I have to drive home tonight (CSA pickup day), so there was no need to fix the tire last night. But I hope to ride home tomorrow night.
This most-recent blow out spells the end of my beloved Vittoria Zaffiros. I love Vittoria tires. They're durable as all get out. And I was able to get the Zaffiros in yellow, which matches the trim on my bike and my handlebar tape. (The now-retired Style Guy would be proud.) But I cannot (make that CANNOT) get the tires off the rim. I have to have the husband do it for me. I've never struggled so much to change a tube.
For now, I'm going back to a very soft & supple pair of Hutchison tires. They will not last very long, but at least if I get a flat, I won't have to call someone for a ride home. Nothing defeats a commuter like having to ask for a ride home.
And replacing tires is still cheaper than the tanks of gasoline I'm not buying.
Monday, February 04, 2013
I have allergies - pollen, dust, mold, and until just recently, one of my cats (he died a few weeks ago). On top of that, I live in an area that's perfect for Russian Olive, an invasive species. I'm not allergic to it, but it's an irritant.
So, because I have allergies, I'm accustomed to sinus headaches, lots of snot, and generally irritated sinuses. I usually don't recognize I have a run-of-the-mill rhinovirus until several days after the cold starts. Because of this, it took me a full week to figure out something was wrong: my sinuses were irritated and congested for over a week. Sinus rinses, decongestants, and anti-histamines were barely keeping up. And yet, there was no pollen, no mold, and no cat to cause an allergic reaction.
'Tis a puzzlement!
I finally wised up and wound down. I spent most of Friday afternoon and all day Saturday on the couch in front of the TV, dozing off during my favorite programs. I'd mostly recovered by Sunday. It's now Monday, and I'm planning to ride my bike home. (Even when I was feeling completely run down, I had enough energy for my 10-mile commute. I think that's why it took my so long to realize I needed a break.)
So we'll see if a few days of sloth is enough to recharge my batteries. On the plus side, I haven't taken any decongestants or anti-histamines for days. That encourages me!
Friday, February 01, 2013
It's been a great week! I started commuting by bike again. It's hard to believe I was able to do this in January. (I'm grateful for the mild weather; I just hope our local dry-land farmers' fields will have enough moisture come summer.)
I must have a car available at work, so I leave my car at work & ride my bike. I'm starting slowly to give my body time to adjust. I rode home from work Tuesday, into work on Wednesday, home from work on Thursday, and then into work today. It doesn't seem like much, but it gave me the chance to ride four times this week.
I'm working to keep my iliotibial band happy this year. I bought a foam roller. It hurts like the dickens, but it sure does help loosen that sucker. Nothing's sadder than having "runner's knee" keep me off my bike.
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