Tuesday, April 20, 2010
So, last night I moved on from C25K week 2 to week 3. You know, the week where your running intervals go from being measured in seconds to be measured in minutes? I knew I could run 90 seconds without too much trouble in week 2. But week 3 is run 90 seconds, walk 90 seconds, run three minutes, walk three minutes and then do it all over again. It's hard to imagine how daunting three minutes of running can be. I started out in January unable to run for one minute. I figured that I would be able to run maybe two minutes and would just stay on week 3 until I could do it without pausing or cutting it short. The first three minute interval arrived and I just ran until I couldn't breathe and I started to get a side stitch. Then I checked the time on my watch and planned to figure it out based on when Robert Ullrey said to stop. I was stunned when he said to slow back down to a walk 20 seconds later! I ran for 2 minutes and 40 seconds! Without stopping! I have no idea what my pace was, but I know it wasn't fast. On week 2 I figured out I was running a 12 minute mile, which was faster than I thought I was running. I tried to run a little slower for week 3. I wasn't quite as good with the second three minute interval. I paused to catch my breath after about a minute and 50 seconds. Ten seconds later, Robert said I only had a minute to go, so I took off again. I made it to 2:40 again, so I'm counting that one as 2:20 or 2:30.
I don't think I'll be able to run the whole interval in one week, but I could conceivably be on week 3 for only two weeks, which is much better than I expected.
Oh, and my scale may have been buttering me up this morning. Why do I always weigh less the day *after* my weigh-in day?
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I made a decision this past weekend that I was going to break through the plateau weight (215.5) I've been stuck at for over a month and get down to 210 by the end of the month. Weighed myself this morning and I'm at 212.5! I weighed myself four times, then took a shower, then weighed myself again. Apparently, it wasn't a scale error, but that goes to show how much disbelief I'm experiencing. Honestly, I don't know why I'm such a doubting Thomasina. I'm putting in the work, after all. Anyway... WOO! Go Team Me!!
Not so great, I'm feeling a bit blecchy. I don't know what's going on in my gut, but it better knock it off by this afternoon. I didn't go to the gym yesterday because I felt bad. Today is a running day. I'm not missing a running day! It's nothing serious. Just bloat and a tender tummy. I suspect that I've been getting a little too much fiber. Or something. Anyway, I'm taking a little simethicone for it, and I switched up the bread I use for my daily sammich.
Also not so great, I think I may be developing shin splints. I'm keeping an eye on it (A nerve ending on it? My thoughts on it? I'm not really watching it visually.) and waiting to see if it gets better or worse. In the meantime, I'll make sure to stick with the penguin pace. It works better for me, anyway. My leg pain could also be caused by a couple of other possibilities. One is that I could just be sore from working a little harder (duh). The other is that the warmer weather has led to slightly less sensible shoes. During the winter, I am strictly a sturdy lace-up kind of girl. Spring brings about cuter shoes, which are not always good for my legs. Last year, I messed up my knee to the point where it hurt to move my foot from the gas pedal to the brake and I decided it was unsafe to drive. I put the blame squarely on ballet flats. This year, my "ballet flats" are actually a pair of hacked Merrell Mary-Janes and they provide much more support, but probably not as much as my oxfords did. Darned cute shoe weather! I'll have to track how this goes. I don't want to have to wear winter shoes during pedicure season! (Oy, such a First World problem!)
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
So, not only did I wake up with that unexpected "less tummy" feeling yesterday, I had a pretty freaking fantastic day, all around.
First of all, on Sunday night, I sent a message to an old boyfriend congratulating him on the birth of his new baby girl. We dated for six months back in 2004, but there was never really any spark there for me. What was there was a great guy I had a lot in common with and enjoyed hanging out with. I always regretted that I botched the break-up so badly that we didn't end up as friends. Anyway, we had a flurry of e-mails yesterday and I think we could be friends in the future. This makes me very happy!
Then, I figured out part of why I hadn't been losing weight for the past week or so, even though I thought I was eating healthfully. Turns out that there was a major flaw in the portion size of the penne with meat sauce I made on Thursday and had been eating as leftovers almost every day. It was almost 700 calories per serving! And I thought I was being so good... I had one last serving of it left and had planned to eat it for dinner last night, but once I added up the calories, I decided to cut it in half and complement the reduced serving with a nice green salad (which I had planned to eat anyway), a single slice of un-buttered Italian bread, and dessert of a cup of cantaloupe and a cup of sliced strawberries. Logging today's calories was a snap, because I'm eating the exact same thing today as I had yesterday. And everything fits nicely into my nutritional guidelines.
It just goes to show that you can't really estimate this sort of thing. It really hammered home the need to log everything. I've been extremely lax about that for the past month or so, but I'm feeling the motivation to change.
Then I went straight to the gym after work last night and did a C25K session. After having a pretty lazy March, I decided to reboot my C25K and had been stuck on week one because I wasn't running consistently. I did week one on Wednesday and Friday last week, and missed my run on Sunday (cooking, cleaning and watching the Masters). Last night I made the snap decision to run week two instead. I nailed that sucker! It felt completely amazing, and empowering, and all that stuff! I had the biggest grin on my face when I finished that last 90 second running interval. See, when I started C25K in earnest in February, I couldn't do the complete week two program. I ran as long as I could for each interval, but I didn't run 90 seconds each time. I did last night, though! And when I was done, I did my usual upper body/core strength training.
When I was finished, I was tired and sore, but so happy and proud of myself. I want that feeling all the time. I can get it. I just have to work for it! This morning, I realized that between the fifteen pounds I've lost since joining SP and the ten pounds I lost in the months before joining (lost through a combination of working in the 19th largest building in the world and said building having kind of an expensive cafeteria), I am 25 pounds lighter than I was a year ago! I have 60 pounds to go, which seems like a lot, but not so much when you consider how long I've been saying I need to lose 80 pounds. And I intend to rock this thing.
Monday, April 12, 2010
So, I don't know what the difference between today and yesterday was, but I woke up feeling like my tummy was significantly less rotund than usual. Not flat by any means, but more like a small mound of fat sitting on top of a potentially "flat someday" tummy. Perhaps I've been feeling really bloated lately or perhaps I'm starting to feel like working out is actually working, but there was a definite difference.
I've been kind of stalled for the past month or so, and I've been feeling discouraged. I've got no one to blame but myself because I haven't been trying as hard as I did when I first joined SP. But I don't know... between the hard tautness that is my outer thigh and this noticeable shrinking of my tum, I'm feeling pretty good about where I'm heading. Frankly, I can't wait to get there!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tonight, I'm going to "cheat" on my "diet."
Except that I'm not, because a) "cheating" implies some kind of furtive, impulse-based eating; and b) you can't cheat on a diet if you're not really on a diet, except in the classical definition of the word. I don't think of what I'm doing as dieting. I'm making a concentrated effort to eat more healthy food. I use the calorie range goals recommended by SP, but I don't obsess over them. To me, the most important thing is to eat more lean protein, whole grains and vegetables. It's just awfully handy that those items tend to be lower in fat and calories than other foods.
Sometimes, it's a special occasion and I feel the need to splurge a little. But whenever possible, I prepare for splurging in advance. For instance, last week I was going to an Irish pub for St. Patrick's Day and knew I would be eating potentially fatty foods and drinking whiskey and beer. So on Monday and Tuesday, I ate foods on the lower end of the fat/calorie spectrum. Same thing with tonight's dinner. Oddly enough, it's another Irish-themed dinner. This time, it's a set menu, so I don't have as much control over what I'm consuming. Which is why I'm being pretty conservative for the rest of my food today and tomorrow. Similarly, I'm getting together with friends on Saturday and don't even want to contemplate the amount of calories we usually consume. So I'm having some stodgily healthy oatmeal for breakfast, vegetables and a chicken breast for lunch, and I'm heading to the gym for a lengthy session before joining my friends and the evil mudslide bottle. (Also contemplating bringing vodka and diet tonic or a 6 pack of Guinness Draught so I don't get distracted by girly drinks.) I will eat the fancy cheeses and the Mexican dip and the bread pudding, but I will not get carried away. And I may contribute veggies, mini pitas and hummus to our spread (as well as the bread pudding, which is entirely my own damned fault).
And then, once this unaccustomed burst of socializing is past, I'll go back to the normal plan. I firmly believe that you can splurge and still be mindful. SP member KARVY09 mentioned in a recent blog post that she believes that when we "fall off the wagon" or "splurge" or "get off track" (whatever you choose to call it), we still keep the stuff we've learned in mind. So the situation is most likely not as dire as it used to be. Splurging now means something different than it did four months ago. In the past, I would often continue eating after I was full simply because the food still tasted good. My satiety switch seems to be out of whack. Now I order smaller servings whenever possible, request a box early and really think about what I'm ordering. But not at the expense of enjoying a meal.
I guess we'll see how planned "cheating" effects me on Monday!
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