Monday, September 20, 2010
Above is the outfit I wore to pick DH up on Saturday. He actually wanted to take my picture cause he liked how I looked in it so much.
I am the almost-queen of the deal. The whole outfit, minus the shoes, cost about $50. With the shoes, maybe $80. The tshirt, btw, came from Target. We'll see how it holds up after it's been washed. Of course my problem is that that I tend to get multiple deals, and it adds up.
Anyway, it was just a nice compliment for him to want to take my photo cause I looked nice. He wanted to know why I was "dressed" up, and I said why not? We hadn't seen each other in 10 days, after all!
Now, you'll notice that a chihuahua is blocking your view of my stomach. Actually, my stomach doesn't look too bad -- oh, it's there and yeah, you can see it pooch out a bit -- but hey, just grab a pooch and you're all set!
Really, I have no point with this. Just sharing.
Today is DH's 50th birthday. I was a bad girl. My folks had to come up to Albany for my Dad's doctor appt. I told them I didn't know what we were doing, which was the truth. We were out the first time they tried to call. The second time we didn't take their call. Frankly, can you think of a worse way to spend your birthday than having to cater to your inlaws?
I do feel a little badly, but quite frankly, we hadn't seen each other in a while and we needed a little alone time together. He actually took today AND tomorrow off and he never takes his birthday off at all.
Spoiler alert: if you're vegan or veggie and don't want to be grossed out, stop reading now.
Ok, for the rest of you, DH can be extremely indecisive. I mean, who wouldn't want to choose where to go out to eat? I certainly always relish the chance!
He couldn't seem to decide. Finally I suggested getting lobsters (for him, not me) as he'd talked about. Which he decided to do. Which means he's got to get them, and he's got to cook them, cause I not only refuse to cook them I won't eat them either (ok, I know it's hypocritical to eat lobster rolls, but no one's perfect). So he's not only buying but cooking his own dinner (and picking me up sushi to boot!) -- but hey, it's HIS birthday and that's what he wanted to do.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
I am comfortable in my own little world. I mostly am able to maintain my weight. Except that's not really what I want to do. Sure, in the end, I want to be able to maintain my weight, but right now, I know there's more work to do.
"If you don't like what you're doing, you've got to change it". That's one of the things they say in YBB (Yoga Booty Ballet). Or words to that effect. It's one of the reasons I really enjoy YBB. A lot of inspirational chatter in there. They're not hard workouts, but they good workouts, and I enjoy them.
I realized after a while of Insanity that I was missing my YBB. I suspect my butt issues are due to overtraining with Insanity, but I'll never really know. So for now, I'm still working out, I'm still running, but I'm trying to take it just a little bit easier -- and lots of stretching of those tight hamstrings.
I thought I'd be doing speedwork for my upcoming race, but I don't think that's what my body needs right now so I'm not. I'm working on some longer runs (inside, on the treadmills) with some easier outside runs. Sometimes I actually have to reign myself in a bit on the outside runs! Not that I'm running particularly fast, but I find myself breathing heavily and have to remind myself I'm trying to take it easy.
Because I want to run for the rest of my life, not just for this upcoming race. I wanted to beat my time from my first 5k (it's the same course, after all), but while I'm still visualizing a faster time, if it doesn't happen, I'm fine with that. I've got many years to (hopefully) get faster.
And I'm excited to start swimming in a little over a week! Even if it will be hard to drag my butt out early in the morning and "late" (for me) in the evening. I know I'll feel so good afterwards.
So back to the title. Right now, I'm not trying to change up my exercise or my eating too much. But I realize I've become real good at procrastinating again, and that just has to change.
So I tackled a couple of things this morning -- one that I've been procrastinating about for months, the other it's just been a couple of days. Neither was particularly hard, so I don't know why I was procrastinating.
I contacted the company about the hole in my running tights. We'll see what they say.
And I contacted my web hosting company about moving my food blog to its own domain. Yes, I want to resurrect my food blog. Again. I have the domain. I've had it for more than a year, in fact.
I've spent the last few months trying to decide if this is what I really want to do. I'm still not really sure, but I've decided that I want to give it a year of really going for it and then re-evaluate. And that first step is to move it to its own domain, so that I can sign up with an advertising network that is devoted exclusively to food blogs. So I initiated the conversation with my host.
By now your eyes have probably glazed over if you haven't just gone on to the next blog.
But what have you been procrastinating about? How do you feel after you tackle something you've been putting off? What do you need to change to be happy with your healthy lifestyle?
Part of my problem with my food blog is that I'm not sure I will have to time to blog here & there, as blogging can be very time-consuming, but I don't think I can give up this blog either. We'll see what happens. Stay tuned!
Whew! I really thought this was gonna be a short little blog . . .
Friday, September 17, 2010
I've had a million thoughts & blogs swirling around in my head yesterday, even started one yesterday but then just ran out of time. Well, I suppose if I hadn't watched the previous day's taped Oprah I might've had the time. Anyway.
I spent a good 10 minutes staring at this screen, just knowing I'd come up with a great blog subject this morning, only I couldn't bring it back to the surface. Well, finally I did!
So, DH is away on a business trip. He'll be home tomorrow. When he's away, I crate the dogs in the bedroom when I get up. I've always liked to spend some time with the cats in the morning without the dogs. It's the only time of the day Gizmo will lay on my lap. He just can't bring himself to do it with the dogs around, even if they're not on my lap -- they just have to be near me, which they always are.
The dogs actually get up and go into their crates without me having to say anything. In fact, they often get up and go into their crates before I even get up. Why? Because they get a really good treat when I come back to let them out.
Now, you may be thinking, "I'm not a dog". I hate to break it to you, but you share a lot of the same brain characteristics as dogs. We are all mammals. Ok, ok, so you're not going to start running around with a shoe in your mouth, but trust me -- you'll do what gets rewarded, too.
In fact, you know why dogs bark & why it's so hard to break them of the habit? Because it's self rewarding to them. At least, that's partially the reason.
So anyway, I got to thinking about the power of rewards. I'm not real good with rewards. I get myself a lot of the stuff I want. Not everything, not by a long shot, and I often do wait a really long time to get something. But I'm not really good at rewarding myself for good behavior.
And that's got to change. Oh, I've got a lot of good behaviors down. But I'm not where I want to be yet. I have to push myself out of my comfort zone somehow. And maybe I need to actually start comforting myself -- with more rewards -- to break out of my comfort zone.
I think of the first time I did WW, and I really wonder how I did it. Sure, I lost slowly then, but I was determined (and must admit I don't remember a whole lot of rewards) and I just did it. Why does it seem so much harder this time? It didn't in the beginning, but it does now. What is the difference? Is it really just age?
Well, anyway, lots of food for thought there.
A subtitle I thought about for today was "will today be the day?" -- that is, the day I go running in the rain. I knew this morning was supposed to be rainy, and my initial reaction was I'll just run Sat. morning. Then I remembered it's Yom Kippur and I'll be fasting. And that I tried to run last year while fasting and damn near fainted (altho granted, much later in the day).
So I decided to just suck it up & do it. It rained before. It's drizzling now. But my run was dry. I guess I was meant to run! I even wore a hat just in case.
On a sad note, my new running tights, which I love, have a rip in them after just 2 runs in them. They were on sale, and as far as I know, no longer available. I really don't want to return them -- is there a way to fix them? No sewing guru here. I will contact the company either way, obviously this shouldn't happen.
So how about you -- are you good about rewards? What do you reward? What do you reward with?
I know we've talked about this many times before, but I still want to know.
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?
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