Wednesday, December 01, 2010
~!~SUCK IT CHALLENGE ENTRY CARD AND DAY ONE CHALLENGE~!~
Pick any 5 things to measure that you will measure again on New Year's Day.
A. Weight 185.4
B. Days I stay in my calorie range per week: 5
C. Days I get my heart rate up to 125 for at least 30 minutes: 4
D. Waist Measurement: 35.5
E. Thigh Measurement: 24.25
Declare yourself. Do so by choosing one or more of the following.
A. I declare myself independent from imminent failure, guilt, and pressure. I will reward consistent effort even if my measurements do not budge. I will not beat myself up for one setback but instead get right back on the horse.
B. I will post a current body shot.
C. I will post an even better profile picture of myself.
D. I will redo my sparkpage with flair and determination. Freshen it up. Because I'm done with the tired same old same old.
Make the decision that no matter how many times you fall in December, you wont wait 24-48 hours to make up for it. Make sure your next act, after falling, is standing up straight. Immediately. State one victory you have already had today.
I told the "empty" cupboard and fridge to suck it. DH and I have been on vacation and therefore haven't gone grocery shopping in two weeks. So we've been eating out a lot and my choices have been pretty lousy. This morning I decided there were probably more edibles available than I thought and raided the pantry and fridge. I found frozen homemade whole wheat pumpkin muffins; yogurt; smoothies; fresh apples, pears, and clementines; jarred artichokes, dried cherries, cheese, turkey, and even some spinach that I made into a salad. (DH says the spinach is a Hannukah miracle because there's no logical explanation for why it's still fresh.) I loaded the aforementioned into a grocery bag and will munch on it all day. Suck it, cafeteria and vending machines! I also found some dried goods and frozen chicken to turn into a crock pot dinner for tonight. Suck it, bad food choices!
Also, I avoided Cherry Coke Zero's siren call and instead opted for black tea. Suck it again, vending machine!
Tell me what you are absolutely going to do right today.
I am going to do my first session with the personal trainer this afternoon.
I am going to have a healthy crock pot dinner tonight.
I am not going to eat too much dessert and blow my calorie budget. Suck it, TOM. You're sticking to the plan.
THEN I will lounge on the couch like a potato because I was victorious TODAY. Oh, and keep working on knitted Christmas presents.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
DH and I are leaving for an anniversary cruise on Saturday. So today I started packing. He's at work today and I'm not, so I started by packing the things I don't want him to see: his anniversary present, my fancy "special garments" and my formal dresses.
The formal dresses always give me trouble. Last year I bought two to wear on our honeymoon cruise but I gained so much weight that neither of them fit me. I shrunk down into one of them by Valentine's Day and wore it then. The other one should fit me now but it has somehow gone missing. I tore apart the closet and my clothes storage in the basement looking for it with no luck.
But I found something better: an ankle-length black dress I had made for me 4+ years ago for a friend's wedding and haven't been able to wear since. (I was technically a groomsman, and the bride asked the groomsladies, as she called us, to wear black.) And it fits like a glove! Like it was, er, made for me.
The best part, though, is that I then weighed 15 pounds less than I do now. Goes to show what exercise and muscle mass will do for you!
I also found a few more items in that box that I plan to bring with me. DH hasn't seen them: he's never known me that small. So he'll think I went shopping. I can't wait to tell him no, these came out of storage.
Now I'm looking forward to the cruise even more than I already was!
Monday, November 15, 2010
I haven't been doing the What the Fall Challenge, but decided to join in this weekend.
The challenge was to:
1. SURPRISE YOURSELF IN SOMETHING FITNESS RELATED AND BRAG TO US ON MONDAY.
2. DO SOMETHING CRAPPY YOU'VE BEEN PUTTING OFF.
3. SHAVE YOUR LEGS, CLEAN YOUR SKIN NICE AND HAVE AT LEAST ONE DAY WHERE YOU FEEL SEXY.
1. I stared down one my nemeses, the bicycle. I took a small spill on my ride on Friday, but got back on the bike on Sunday. It was rough, but totally worth it. This may sound simple, but I had to really push myself to overcome my fears.
2. I actually did THREE things I'd been putting off: continue shutting down the garden for the winter, felt knitted gifts for Christmas, and defeated my other nemesis, the sewing machine. I successfully finished a set of napkins and a kitchen curtain.
3. Saturday I had a sexy dinner instead of a sexy breakfast. I did some yoga, took a bath, put on a sexy outfit (lace sweater, skinny jeans, knee-high boots), and had a lovely dinner out with my DH.
Between that and a 2.6 pound loss this week, I'm feeling pretty darned good about myself.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Friday I took a small spill while riding my brand new bike. As I promised myself - and my fellow Sparklers - I got back on this weekend. Today, specifically. And it was rough.
First of all, it took me about a dozen tries and four minutes to even mount and get started. I kept overthinking and tipping over. I very nearly gave up and went back in the house. In fact, I would have if DH's buddy Mike wasn't over to help him with home repairs. I couldn't bear the thought of going in the house and admitting defeat or, worse, asking DH to hold the bike for me while I got on. That was far too embarrassing of a prospect. So, after much trial and error, I finally got started.
Everything went fine until I met a man walking his feisty rottweiler. I was pulling up to the intersection they were standing in when the dog suddenly started barking and lunged for me. I screeched and came to a halt. Usually I'm not at all afraid of dogs; I grew up with big dogs and know that usually their bark is far worse than their bite. But I already felt vulnerable on the bike and know that rottweilers can be a pretty vicious breed. The man apologized and explained that the dog almost got run over by a bike when she was a tiny puppy, and so is scared of bicycles and consequently gets aggressive around them. (Thus my fear of rottweilers versus, say, schnauzers.) He hollered at the dog and got her to sit, to my great relief. I remounted easily that time and got underway again.
But then I started speeding down a big hill. A steep gravel hill was the cause of the accident I had as a kid that kept me off bikes for 20 years. So I had a sudden vision of myself flying over the handlebars. I took a deep breath, told myself not to be silly, eased off the brakes (flashback to driving lessons: braking and steering are a zero sum game, so ease off the brakes to have more control), and coasted down the hill without incident.
Oh, how I longed to go home. But I didn't. I kept going. The next time this happened, though, I did head home. The ride took me a good 5 minutes, though, and I took the long way around so I didn't feel too much like I had chickened out. My ride, not counting the 4 minute mounting disaster, took me 18 minutes. I'm certainly not thrilled with it, but I'll take it.
I won't have another chance to take the bike out again until Friday and honestly, I'm glad for the break. I think doing something else for a couple of days will help me to regroup. But I need to ride on Friday, as DH and I are going on a cruise starting Saturday.
Something tells me that bike riding is going to be a medium to long term project in overcoming fear. And I don't like it one little bit. I almost never let my fears rule me or keep me from doing what I want to do. Coming so close to capitulating to fear is a rare and unpleasant experience for me. But I'm too darned stubborn to give in. I'll learn to ride smoothly and with confidence if it takes a year!
Friday, November 12, 2010
I bought a bike as my reward for dropping my BMI to overweight, from obese. The bike is a huge reward for a huge step, and will help me continue to lose. This is also a pretty courageous step: I haven't ridden a bike since a bad wipeout when I was 13. But I really wanted to try it, and I hate living hemmed in by fear. So, fears be damned. I bought the bike.
Today I took the bike out on a serious ride for the first time. And I was alone. I thought about running errands in the neighborhood on the bike, but decided to just tool around instead. And it was a good call. I'm still not a very confident rider, so venturing onto the larger roads to the post office and dry cleaner was a bigger challenge than I'm ready for.
Turns out I was smarter than I thought. I was heading slightly downhill towards a stop sign when I heard a car behind me and panicked a bit. I threw on the brakes, slid on some leaves, and tumbled off the bike. Luckily I managed to half jump off so that the bike didn't land on me. And I fell right by a steep slope covered in ivy (in lieu of a retaining wall). So I leaned into the hill and ivy, caught myself, and righted the bike without harm to either of us. (Yes, I was wearing a helmet. A cute pink one with little multi-colored starbursts. Thank God I didn't need it! Still, that little tumble proved to me why I wear it.)
I was already red-faced, breathing heavy, and surging with endorphins due to exertion. Add the fear, and I was a bit of a mess. So I stood there and tried to decide what to do. I could either walk the bike home or continue my ride. First I thought of my horseback riding experience. I am not a trained rider, but I learned on a greenbroken horse and am therefore very confident. I've been bitten, dragged, stepped on, and kicked. But every time I got right back on. So I didn't see why the bike should be any different. (It is different, though, because I've always trusted the horses I've ridden even when they're acting up. With a bike, it's just me and my own skill - or lack thereof.) Plus I'd earned that bicycle and spent a lot of money on it. That means I have to use it.
With some trepidation I climbed back on. I took the direct way home, which was still a 7 minute ride. Admittedly, I was relieved to hop off and head into the house. But I did it: I fell off and got right back on. And I'm proud of that. But I need to take the bike out again this weekend and prove to myself that it's really not that scary. That I can do this. This is going to be my fitness challenge for the WTF weekend special template.
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