Saturday, August 28, 2010
That was the message in one of the daily emails I get today. What a great message! Wish I'd thought of it!
The meaning is that whenever you get off track, off plan, whatever you'd like to call it, examine what's going on instead of telling yourself what a bad person you are. Judging yourself only makes you feel worse, but trying to figure out what's going on, what triggered you, what you should be doing -- now that's the way to grow.
We all get off track at times, so just remember to be a detective!
Friday, August 27, 2010
And I suppose it's just another notch in my "real runner" belt.
Despite the fact that I destressed after my parents left, Wednesday night DH discovered that the computer he has the MagicJack on (aka our phone) had a virus. He informed me of that in the middle of the night, waking me up, when there was nothing I could do.
I wanted to run yesterday, but even before that little episode I knew I was just way too tired for an early morning run and I didn't lay out my clothes. But I was still determined to run.
In fact, even tho I have yet to actually sign up for it, my next race is in 6 weeks so it's time to start some training (which is why I won't finish up Insanity, but I'll probably still use the workouts from time to time.
I decided to run indoors instead, on the treadmill (I watch the Today show, which I've taped earlier, while I'm on the treadmill). And I decided to do a "long" run (long for me, that is). Because:
a) You should run longer than your race so that the race doesn't seem so difficult when you do it
b) I want to attempt a 10k next year
Since I do everything slowly, I don't just jump into a 10k lightly. I'm pretty sure I've picked out my race -- more than a year away! -- and I've got to start working on running longer distances.
I sat down at runnersworld.com and determined what pace I needed to run at to finish my upcoming 5k in the time I have in mind, then set the treadmill a bit slower than that.
Trouble started about 20 minutes into the run when I started to experience stomach pains. I guess my stomach didn't like the very large salad I'd had for lunch -- it's been a long time since I ran after lunch. I had to stop to use the facilities.
Unfortunately, when I got back on, the stomach pains hadn't subsided and I had to stop again in another 20 minutes. At this point I'm thanking my lucky stars that I'm running inside and not outside. This pitstop did the trick, altho I did decide to end the run just 5 minutes early so I didn't get to my goal of 4 1/2 miles (a 10k, for those that don't know, is 6.2 miles, give or take).
Don't laugh at me, all you long distance runners! But I've got more than a year to work up my mileage (and my pace).
I also did run/walk intervals. I haven't decided yet whether I'll take walking breaks in my upcoming 5k. Part of me wants to to see if it actually helps my speed -- but the weather is almost sure to be much cooler, so it's not really a fair comparison.
So there you have it -- I (mostly) finished my run, despite annoying stomach upsets (don't know how I would've done it had that been a real race), so I suppose that makes me a real runner.
Except I still don't really feel like one . . .
Thursday, August 26, 2010
I wanted to clear something up about yesterday's blog -- a lot of people seemed to think I was frustrated by my Dad's eating. Now, there are many things about my Dad that are frustrating -- and not just to me, to my DH too -- but I don't really care that much about what he eats.
Oh sure, I'd love to see him eat healthier. But he is an adult -- and then some! -- and it's his choice. And at 84, he's unlikely to change anytime soon.
I get frustrated by DH's choices because I live with him, and I can see how they effect him. I do have some control over what DH eats, as I make the majority of his meals. And yesterday was a total success! Mikey liked it!
I made a vegetarian potato leek gratin in the crockpot (would've been vegan minus the parmesan) and then some vegan stuffed mushrooms I plan to serve this weekend. And he actually cleaned his plate! Woohoo! Made me very happy.
I had to run to several stores food shopping yesterday morning, then took a short nap with the dogs, and then did some YBB. I realized how much I'd been missing YBB. Felt much more destressed afterwards!
I chose to eat a few comfort foods yesterday. I think the key here is that I chose, consciously, what I wanted.
I wanted some chocolate oatmeal for breakfast, so I had it. Definitely hit the spot, especially with our cooler mornings lately. For lunch I had one of my favorite veggie & cheese sandwiches from the coop. I rarely shop there now, so I rarely have them, but they're oh-so-satisfying. And I actually had some chocolate dipped strawberries as a snack in between.
No, it wasn't the healthiest day of eating, and I didn't even make a salad with dinner so no greens all day (and I did miss them) -- but it wasn't terrible either. And I tracked it all, ate it all mindfully. Today it is back to healthier choices.
Eating healthy isn't about eating healthy all the time. Food shouldn't be the enemy. Sometimes it can be comfort. It's about balance over time.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Yup, that's my Dad, who once again has managed to anger & frustrate me beyond imagination in just 2 days. It is, frankly, quite mind boggling that he's made it to the ripe old age of 84. I suppose I should be grateful -- hopefully since I take much better care of myself, not only will I enjoy a long life, hopefully I'll be in better shape at his age. You never know, of course, things happen, but I'm still hopeful that that will be the case (altho still concerned about DH).
He is vigilant about doing his "exercise" every day. The same thing. Over and over and over. Mostly flexibility & ST. They get almost no cardio at all, and haven't for years. Small wonder that they have so much trouble walking. It never even seems to cross his mind that maybe he has so much trouble walking because he never does it except when he wants to see something.
And then there's the eating. Talk about no delayed gratification! He was "suddenly" hungry at almost 1:30 pm yesterday. So I made him some pizza -- I don't do it in the microwave, I heat it in the oven, because it tastes so much better that way -- so it takes a little while.
I'd given my mom some tortilla chips with her lunch. She didn't like them (they're food should taste good sweet potato chips -- sorry, they didn't rate the sweet potato crinkle chips -- and they were good). She didn't like them. Said they were tasteless (my mom does not aggravate me the way my dad does, but she is very critical and difficult to please -- she did really like the double chocolate mate tea I gave her, tho).
So I gave my Dad a chip to try. He liked it, naturally. The next thing I know he's in the bag of chips, even tho his pizza is just about ready. Who eats chips before pizza, I mean really?
He just give the least bit of thought about what he's eating from a health standpoint (hmm, reminds me some of DH), and he's got to have what he wants when he wants it (geez, no wonder I have so much problems with foods myself considering my role models).
In fact, after dinner, he wanted to go out for ice cream. A bagel with cream cheese for breakfast, pizza (with baby carrots due to me) and some chips with lunch, chased by some cookies, fries with dinner, chased by some ice cream.
I didn't have ice cream, since we're having company this weekend and I'm planning on making a rich dessert. My Dad wanted to know why I didn't like ice cream? Didn't I ever eat it? Doh, yes, I do eat it (but I am not the ice cream fiend he is, thankfully), but I think about what I eat and try to balance it out and I don't use "I'm on vacation" as an excuse.
They actually came up this time because my dad had a doctor's appointment in Albany. He has to come back in a month. Which just happens to be my husband's 50th birthday. And quite frankly, it isn't only me they annoy the heck out of. There's been just a little too much togetherness lately --3 visits in the last 3 months, about to be 4 apparently -- and they were trying to get us to come down over the Jewish High Holidays which are in just another couple of weeks! I told them no, and then they went and asked DH behind my back. Thankfully he is leaving the next day after Rosh Hashanah and just coming back before Yom Kippur which gave me a reason to say no.
And in other venting, my Dad complained because he had to pay $13 for a tour of an old farmhouse for the 3 of us. Hello, you guys cost us about $200 (not to mention the mental angst) when Chester ate poison at your house, but I didn't hear any offers to help us with that bill.
Ok. Trying to let it go now.
I guess my point is that if you should watch naturally thin people to see how they eat, it's not such a bad idea to observe someone who isn't naturally thin and observe them, too -- and then do the opposite!
Monday, August 23, 2010
It seems so bizarre -- something that involves wearing a bathing suit, which isn't the most pleasant thing for most of us, myself included -- does make me feel thin. That buoyant feeling of the water.
I have loved to swim since I was a very young child. Must be the Aquarius in me -- altho sometimes I think I should've been born under Pisces, the fish. It was one of the few sports I was good at. Altho I swim slowly, as I do most things.
Swimming, for me, is very zen. I enjoy the process, not just the end result, as with running. Running is hard for me, and maybe it always will be. I enjoy how I feel when I'm done with a run, and that's why I do it (that and the efficiency of it). But I simply enjoy swimming.
I swim breaststroke almost exclusively. It's the one I went to state finals with (altho didn't win anything there). I was actually quite shocked that I earned points quickly for my simple breaststroke; I wasn't expecting that.
I also spend some laps using only my arms -- I can pull myself thru the water using only my arms. And I spend some laps using only my legs -- altho I found I had to move my arms a bit to stay afloat when using only my legs. At home I have swimboards, but I didn't bring them with me.
The muscle underneath my right butt cheek that is so very tight loosens up quickly with swimming. It's great cross training for running. Unfortunately, I have nowhere to swim at home. I hadn't been swimming in probably a couple of years.
There is a place not too far away, a gym -- and children's center -- but supposedly it has a good pool and it has a nice calendar of classes for adults, too (yoga, zumba, etc.) that I've been eying for some time. I at least have to investigate it and see if I can figure out if somehow we can swing it. If I wasn't already paying for WW it would probably be easy, but I can't give up WW either.
The moral, I think, is that exercise is what works for you. You might or might not enjoy the process, but you've got to enjoy how you feel afterward or you won't make it a healthy habit. It could be walking, running, dancing, hiking, playing a sport, playing with your kids, whatever -- just make sure it's something that makes you feel good. Preferably during, but definitely afterwards.
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