Thursday, January 16, 2014
I left work at noon today, but I have yet to get in a nap. Since it's already 8:30, there isn't going to a nap. I haven't taken any drugs since late morning, so I guess I'm doing a lot better. I'm a lot less whiny, too.
I picked up my bike. As usual, I thought I got a heck of a deal for what I paid. They didn't charge me to fit the bike. They charged for parts, but nothing for the labor to install them. I love these guys.
I put the bike up on the wall rack, next to the Hub's road bike. I put the rack in last month. (Our mountain bikes are suspended from the ceiling. Not from their wheels, though. I hate that. It makes me cringe. It's like seeing someone suspended by their ankles.) Soon after, I discovered the bike rack was not mounted onto a wall stud. Truth be told, I discovered the bikes lying on the garage floor. It was only through deduction I figured out the wall rack wasn't screwed into a stud.
In the process of separating the bikes, I realized the shop did not true my bike's rear wheel and it still has a bent spoke. I rode on it for six months, but the bike has a pronounced wobble on descents. It's kind of dangerous. And it's not the kind of dangerous that makes the experience more fun. So tomorrow I will take the wheel back and ask them to true it and fix the spoke ... again. (They generally have a great turn-around, though. They'll have done in a day.)
In my bike fit, we decided on new handlebars and a new stem. My bike still had a quill stem. It no longer does. It now has a much cooler looking integrated headset. And this weekend, I'll get to play with the new headset because my bike's plummet to the concrete knocked the handlebars out of alignment. (I was already planning to take some time mounting my headlamps and bell. Might as well break out a few allen wrenches, too.)
I'm anxious to get back to working out, but I need to start slow. Maybe a walk tomorrow. I'd love to go for a ride ... maybe Sunday.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
I'm still sick. I went to work this morning just to keep from getting too far behind, and then I went home. I finally got the cat off my lap, so I can type. I want to sleep, but I'll do that later.
Swam Friday afternoon. I did twelve laps: I think 15 laps equals the length of the swim portion of the triathlon I'm doing in June. No foot cramps. It occurred to me while I was swimming that, given how much I have to work to keep my head up while swimming, it was a very bad idea to do pull-ups immediately afterwards. The muscles weren't just warmed up, they were stressed. Pull ups were too much. So, lesson learned.
I discovered a goofy side-crawl stroke I can do, along with a backstroke, if I cannot conquer breathing while doing the freestyle scrawl. I haven't taken a swim lesson yet, so I'm not admitting defeat and I am still optimistic; I just like to keep my options open.
I decided to test myself by getting out of the pool by using my arms, rather than climbing out using the ladder. I did it. I was so wobbly I almost fell over, though. I'm glad no one saw me stumbling around like a drunken sailor on shore leave, because that would have been embarrassing.
After the swim, I went to the bike shop to have my bike fitted. I had the saddle too low - by almost an inch! The bike was having other work done (like fixing a spoke I bent last May). I haven't ridden in a couple of months now, and just being on my bike while the LBS guy was fitting it felt great. The shop left a message yesterday - it's ready to be picked up. I'd love to be able to ride. The weather's been good the past few days. The wind finally died down. We're getting another air stagnation warning, but I have fairly healthy lungs so I tend to continue exercising outdoors until the warnings indicate otherwise. But alas, I am still sick.
This bug hit like a freight train. Went for a run Saturday morning. I ran a little over three miles. Most of the last mile was walking; I need to increase my stamina. During the Seahawks' game, I had a bit of a dry cough. That's not unusual when I've exercised hard. It was fairly warm that morning, but it was really windy. The wind often kicks up all kinds of stuff, and I assumed I'd inhaled too much dust or dirt. Toward the end of the game, my cough started to get kind of gooey. Within an hour, I was feeling drained and coughing a lot. By the next day, it moved up into my sinuses, too.
I haven't been feverish, but I'm kind of hoping this is the flu. The Hubs got a flu shot this year; if this is the flu, he won't get it from me. (I almost always get a flu shot to protect him. I didn't this year.) I have the bone-deep achiness, the chills, but not much of a fever.
One of my co-workers has been out all week, too. He has bronchitis. I'm not going to the doctor, though. Right now, I'm a little mad at my doctor.
The x-rays showed no sign of arthritis. I have a bone spur on my heel and the doc suspects plantar fasciitis. He wants me to "not overdo it" on physical activity. WTF? I don't think I'm currently "over-doing it," so I'm not planning on slowing down.
I've found that pain is the most reliable behavior-modification tool my body has. If my body wants me to stop doing something, it will hurt. Right now, it doesn't hurt when I run. Given that I'm 185 pounds, you would think that running would be the exercise that hurts. Nope. What hurts? Spin classes and swimming.
I'm also a little annoyed because the doc wants me to get another 12-hour fasting blood draw after I've gone a week with no supplements. None. I'm cringing just thinking about it. In the past, I've gotten leg cramps after several days of not taking calcium supplements. I've started taking melatonin because I was having so much trouble sleeping. One of the reasons I do this heavy supplementation is for immune support, and I believe my allergies are no where near as severe as they would be without it.
(I had long hair when I was in my twenties. It was never very healthy: It was brittle. It split all the time. It was really fly-away, and I could do nothing to control it. I cut it progressively shorter until I ended up with really short hair. Several years ago, I started growing it out. I've been amazed at how healthy my hair is. I credit the vitamin & mineral supplements I take with the difference in my hair. Pretty hair isn't critical, but I believe healthy hair is a sign of my overall health. So it's not just wacky, crackpot stuff.)
It's only a week, and I will survive. I have a follow-up appointment with him in a few weeks. I'm apprehensive. I've put a lot into my "new" life. I don't want to be told to slow down, because I don't think I'm moving too fast. I don't want to have to explain to people, "Gee, I gave up on triathlon because my doctor told me I was working too hard." I don't want to think I purchased a membership in USA Triathlon for nothing.
I know I'm worrying about nothing, because the appointment isn't for ten days. But I can't exercise because I'm sick, so jumping to conclusions and wringing my hands is just about the only activity I can do.
Wednesday, January 08, 2014
My goal is to eat about 2000 calories a day. That sounds like a lot, but it's both very do-able and low enough to permit me to lose weight. I used Active.com's calorie calculator. I put in both my desired weight (150) and a weight at which I would be so gorgeous it isn't fair to other women (135). Using their activity level choices are sedentary, low active, and active. "Active" gives me a suggested calorie range of 2250; low active suggests 2050. Changing the activity level doesn't make much of a difference.
Yesterday I ate about 2800 calories. The Hubs blamed himself, because he made dinner. I pointed out it is NOT his fault: the dinner wasn't the problem. I didn't need the two pieces of shortbread (190) calories I ate when I first got home from work. And I forgot my yogurt snack was supposed to be two snacks, not one. Although I start off with a good choice (a cup of non-fat plain yogurt and 2 tblsp agave syrup), the two tablespoons of flaxseed, 1/4 cup of raisins and 1/4 cup of granola up the calorie count to over 600. If I'd remembered to eat HALF of it, like I was supposed to, my day's total would have been better.
So I was down, temporarily. The inner coach then gave me a Leroy Jethro Gibbs-worthy head slap and yelled "Get over it!" It's one day. It's not a symptom of some inherent weakness or inability on my part. And y'know what? That shortbread was delicious. (Not sure if it was worth fifty pounds, but it did bring a warm glow to my belly and a smile to my face.)
All this set me to thinking: while I will continue to weigh myself daily because that's what works for me, I need to consider how many calories I eat over a week. I'm guessing I'm doing okay over the course of a week.
Wednesday, January 08, 2014
... it looks like I'll be spending the weekend inside. Here's a portion of the weather advisory for this weekend:
WIND SPEEDS ARE EXPECTED TO BE SUSTAINED 30 TO 40 MPH WITH GUSTS
UP TO 55. HOWEVER...AS STRONG AS THIS SYSTEM APPEARS...WIND SPEEDS COULD
BE HIGHER...AND SUSTAINED WINDS OF 40 TO 50 MPH WITH GUST 60 TO 70
MPH CAN NOT BE RULED OUT. WHILE ALL AREAS WILL BE BREEZY TO WINDY
THE HIGHEST CONCENTRATED AREA OF WINDS WOULD BE THE LOWER
We live in a lower elevation (about 400' above sea level). Time to batten down the hatches!
Monday, January 06, 2014
I'm having a fasting blood draw done tomorrow morning. It's already 8:20 p.m., which means no more food. And I was gonna have some pumpkin pie. Darn it!
I went to a Group Step class this evening. I didn't like it. I disliked it enough to not go back. I've done step classes before; this one was just too complex. She also spent too much time doing moves that hurt my knees. I see no reason to go back.
I'm putting off strength training until I get a chiropractic adjustment. I started in on my strength training last Friday evening but got derailed. I was doing pull-ups when I felt this pain in my left occipital lobe that felt like someone hit me in head with a lead pipe. It was bad enough I was afraid I was going to fall off the pull-up station. Fortunately, there's a counter nearby. I held onto it for several minutes waiting to either pass out or for the pain to subside. I feared I was having an aneurysm. Yes, that's pretty melodramatic, but until the pain subsided, I was terrified.
I had a headache for the rest of the evening, but the pain was completely manageable. It occurred to me yesterday that my neck was stiff and felt "out of sorts"; that rarely happens to me. My back's been bugging me, so I'm overdue for an adjustment anyway. The pain may have nothing to do with subluxation, but I see no reason to risk it.
I'm loathe to mention this to my doctor because I was just in his office for a bunch of random, non-specific complaints. We have a pretty good rapport, and I don't want to come across as one of those whiny patients that expects medical treatment for every little ache & pain. But if that pain returns the next time I'm attempting pull-ups, I will tell my doctor about it. I accept the fact that my almost-fifty-year-old body will randomly hurt. But sharp, hot, stabbing pains that recur in the same place under the same circumstances are not the consequences of middle age.
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