Wednesday, September 15, 2010
It's amazing that my tongue isn't black & blue. DH is on a business trip, and as always, he's telling me how much walking he's doing. I know that he really does underestimate how far things are, so this time, when I sort of hinted at that, he actually sent me a google map showing that he walked almost 3 miles round trip!
I almost replied with the question so why do I have to drag you out of the house to walk the dogs at night, something that used to be your sole responsibility -- especially considering we don't walk them 3 miles at night!
Almost . . . I had begun to type it out, but in the end I trashed it. I know that's not the way to motivate.
These conferences are tiring, so why can he find the energy to walk then but not at home after a day of work? I don't get it.
Just like when he's so proud of himself for ordering a chicken sandwich (with fries, naturally) instead of a hamburger. How do I educate him on the need to look up nutritional info first? He's already heard me blather on about how salads at restaurants can be real calorie bombs, and that not all chicken sandwiches are created equal.
How do I make him realize that he's got to learn this stuff, without making him feel like a failure?
I try praising him when he makes the attempt, but it's got to be more than just attempting, that's the problem. The attempt is a good starting point.
So, on to a few more ramblings. I've been working my core for the last 2 weeks. At least 10 minutes a day extra on top of whatever cardio/ST I might be doing. I thin it's helping -- I mean, there's still a roll, it's not like it magically disappeared, but maybe there's just a little less of a roll there. With less of a roll I won't feel so self conscious in some of those body-hugging monokinis I've purchased.
And our weather has been just glorious lately. A cool 46 when I went out for my run at 6 am this morning. Yes, the runs are getting later as the sunrises get later. Soon I'll have to give up those morning runs altogether.
Now, they say that you need to dress as if it's 20 degrees warmer. But quite frankly, I had on tights, a mesh short sleeved shirt, and a long sleeved thin half zip top, and I was glad of every single layer.
So how do you inspire without nagging?
Monday, September 13, 2010
In a world of vanity sizing run amok, running shorts don't lie. I bought a couple of new pairs a month or so ago. I think they were a XL (ok, turns out they were a large, on further inspection).
Now, recently I was somewhere trying on some clothes that were on a serious sale. Oh yeah, it was Banana Republic. They were a great price, and I got a 25% off coupon that day. So I decided to try on the petite XS.
And yes, they fit.
Ok, just what are the really skinny petite people supposed to wear? Because look, while the truth is I'm not really an XL, neither am I really an XS.
Don't get me wrong. I am very proud of the weight I've lost. I'm proud of maintaining, even if my real goal is to lose those last 10 lbs.
But I am also realistic. And I know the real truth is that I could easily still stand to lose 20 lbs. But I also know the reality is that that wouldn't be my happy weight. And since I'm a generally healthy person, with decent eating habits and a good workout ethic, I'm ok with that.
It's really easy to be so proud of the fact that you fit into a size XS, or 12, or just under a size 20 -- and you should be. But the running shorts don't lie (and why is it that I can wear what seems to be the "right" size in running tights? who makes up this stuff?).
So for the times when I get down on myself, I pull out that pair of petite size 16s I was wearing at the beginning of my journey, which now I can step into & out of without undoing the zipper (saw "Eat Pray Love" finally yesterday, and that jeans scene is hysterical! even if the movie was a bit of a disappointment if you've read the book).
And when I'm getting a bit too comfortable with the me I am now, it's time to wiggle into those running shorts. And go for a run!
What do you have that doesn't lie?
Saturday, September 11, 2010
While DH is away on a business trip, I'm playing. Well, sort of. Of course, at the moment DH is in Austin, visiting with friends, eating out, and visiting our old haunts. While I am feeding myself and taking care of the animals.
Today I decided it was time to explore. I headed out for a nature preserve we always say we're going to check out, only we never do. Today was the day. Or so I thought. Unfortunately, there's no actual address for this preserve, and while I looked at a map and printed out directions, I still couldn't find it.
I turned down the way I thought was right, but couldn't seem to find the road to turn onto. So I turned back the other way, only to have the road end in a dead-end. Does this remind you of anything? Like your own healthy journey, perhaps?
Well, it reminded me, anyway. That there are many paths to the same destination. That sometimes you get turned around and confused. That sometimes it's the road not taken that takes you in the right direction. And sometimes you just end up somewhere you didn't plan to be, but it's all good in the end.
I'd spied a walkway in my back & forth along the road and we stopped there to walk. It wasn't that scenic, but it might be a nice place for an occasional run when I just can't stand the neighborhood anymore -- only about 15 minutes or so away. It's by the Mohawk river, but is more scenic than the Canal walkway which is much closer. Altho it's near the canal . . . I'm a little bit confused by just exactly what it was, but anyway it was a nice soft path near a body of water and that always makes me happy.
I took the dogs to the only dog bakery I know of in the area, once again somehow getting turned around on the way home & going the wrong way. At least I realized it before I got too too far along -- the directions my GPS were showing me were just too weird!
And because it was the perfect fall day (even if it isn't yet fall), I was finally craving a salad for lunch. It's that time of the month, mid-cycle where I get the hungries and it's just been awful lately. But the salad was good:
My normal mix of romaine lettuce, broccoli & cauliflower, a sheet of toasted nori torn up, half an avocado, and a simple vinegarette. To that I added an some celery (felt it would need more crunch), an apple which I drizzled with a bit of agave & sprinkled some cinnamon on. I wasn't sure how the cinnamon would work with the salad, but it was great. And sprinkled the whole creation with spirulina crunchies (which are really, really good and I think I'm addicted).
A very green salad, but still full of nutrition! It needs something salty tho. Not sure what. So you get that salty/sweet combo going on. Which is why it's almost perfect and not quite perfect yet.
I've been working hard to try to listen to my body & trust it, but lately my body is saying it wants more food than I think it really needs -- and in particular more sweets than I think it needs. That salad should've done the trick, but I'm hungry as I type this. I'm gonna drink some water and do some ST and we'll see what my body says then.
I know I lost something this week cause they told me, but they didn't tell me how much, so it could've been a tiny amount and I could've gained last week (when they didn't say anything, which often signifies a gain). I know I sure ain't feeling thinner. And the answer ought to be to eat a bit less and a bit healthier but my body just doesn't want to hear that answer right now.
I keep turning down roads . . . apparently I'm good at that.
Do you listen to your body? Have you found the right road? Or several right roads?
Friday, September 10, 2010
That is my upcoming race, in about a month. I figure I'd throw the fundraising page out there since they so kindly provide you with one:
If I've donated to you, ABSOLUTELY do NOT feel obligated to donate to me. If you want to, that's great & I definitely appreciate it!
Both my mother & my MIL are breast cancer survivors -- and there has been a great deal of cancer in my family as well, taking the lives of several relatives way too early. So it's a cause I feel strongly about -- probably one most of us feel strongly about, as there are probably few of us who haven't been touched by cancer in one way or another.
Now I have to just hope I can work out what's going on with my butt! From some surfing, my best guess is overtraining and a tight hamstring (which is typical of runners), altho that makes me laugh as I only run about 10 miles a week!
I am very careful to warm up, and I always stretch after a run, too. And I do yoga. And pilates. And strength train. And work on my core. I do all the stuff you're supposed to do.
So for now, I'm trying to stretch out that hamstring more often, massage the painful area, and we'll see what happens. I was hoping for a better time, since hopefully the weather should be much cooler than my first race (same course), but I may just have to settle for having fun.
Altho running isn't really fun for me. What hooks me on running is how I feel AFTER a run.
Anyway, if you're so inclined, you can donate here:
And I'll make sure to remind you again. Because I had people I had planned to donate to, and if they hadn't reposted the link, it might never have happened!
Thursday, September 09, 2010
. . . but here goes.
My buddy Kate has her blogs about running -- which, come to think of it, so does my buddy Donna. I, apparently, now have my blogs about the search for the perfect swimsuit. I'm sure it's one most women can relate to.
Yeah, that's what I wasn't sure I really wanted to post. Not sure how I feel about it. And I'm considering yet another similar suit -- only this one ties in the back, and the other doesn't. I probably won't keep these all.
I like the top half, it's the bottom half that gives me pause.
And you have to understand I'm someone who never wore a bikini til I was about 35. I can find good jeans, good tops, good dresses . . . they all can hide a lot of flaws and I know how to dress myself. But short of wearing a mumu, there isn't a whole lot of hiding in a bathing suit!
And since photos are fun, and I don't think I ever shared this (all crappy phone photos I finally freed):
Our neighbors have an English Mastiff. So the whole David vs. Goliath thing with my dogs & her dog is pretty hilarious. This particular weekend she was taking care of a friend/relative's TWO mastiffs.
A slightly better comparison. I was a little worried when the male Mastiff started charging the fence . . .
The largest mushroom I've ever seen around here. DH says I should posed the dogs with it for some scale, but it was someone else's lawn, after all.
No real points today. Just keepin' it real.
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