Saturday, September 25, 2010
So my emotional stress didn't lead me to overeat yesterday, but I was hungry earlier than DH wanted to eat. Tried munching on some cherry tomatoes, which didn't do the trick. Managed to hold out to dinner.
Only problem was that I was still hungry after dinner & dessert (a planned-for dessert). I was going to eat a dark chocolate Hershey's Kiss. Just one. 25 calories. .5 WW points. I wasn't planning to log it, either, for the simple reason that I'd already eaten plenty for the day.
But I thought about it. Would it fill me up? No, absolutely not. Was I really craving chocolate? No, not so much. Did I truly need more food? Well, sort of, but I also thought about my goal.
I lost half a pound this week, even with TOM arriving on WI day. I will never figure out why sometimes I lose that week, and other times I gain. I didn't eat that great this week. Not terribly, but there were some BLTs in there. And no pushups. Sorry, dayhiker. Progress, not perfection.
One of those BLTs was a biggie: a bag of sweet potato & beet chips over 2 days. Not so much a bite lick or taste!
But that half pound got me to thinking. What if I lost half a pound every week? I could be at my GW in 20 weeks. Less than half a year. What if I lost 1 pound every week? I could be at my GW in less than 3 months -- by the end of the year!
I'm not sure I've ever really looked at it that way. Silly, but there you have it. It's kind of inspiring. I'm not sure how long I can hold on to that inspiration, but for now, I'm going to run with it.
Summer is over. Summer with its loose fitting shorts and skirts and dresses. Now it's on to semi-tight jeans, which don't let you get away with as much.
I know, without a doubt, that I still do want to lose those last 10 lbs. There are still photos of myself that make me cringe. And yeah, I know, there will probably always be photos of myself that will make me cringe no matter what my weight, but I also know that I want to be a size healthy.
Let me say it again, because it's important:
I want to be a size healthy.
What you believe, you can achieve (I've been collecting mantras lately. May change my sparkpage title to this).
I believe that I can be a size healthy -- and maintain it. All it will take is a little focus, and maybe half a pound a week. Ya with me?
Remember: progress, not perfection. Step away from the kisses!
Friday, September 24, 2010
Warning: long rant ahead.
Today started off well. Got up early for my run (ok, woke up way too early actually & couldn't fall back asleep, but whatever), walked the dogs, did some raking (just raked a couple of days ago -- you'd never know it now).
Caught up with some of my shows. Ate lunch. And then prepared to go out shopping.
Now, most people with dogs just leave. Not me, I have prima donnas. First, set the tv to a music station. Take them outside -- the music cues them that I'm leaving, so hopefully they'll do their business, which they did. Put them in their crates, put peanut butter on the ends of their kongs, give them the kongs and then leave.
Why the whole process? Because Chester had severe separation anxiety as a puppy. I was almost a prisoner in my own home. It took a lot of work to get past it, but now I can at least go out -- following the whole procedure, of course.
Anyway, everything was going well til I tried to open the garage door. Would go up about halfway and then stop. Kept trying -- this has happened before and sometimes you've just got to try a few times. No go. Looked to see if something is blocking it -- nothing I can see.
So frustrated that I now unlatch it and try to open the door manually. It still won't open! Obviously something is blocking it somewhere but I can't for the life of me figure out what it is. Hence the I'm not mechanically inclined title.
Call DH. He is annoyed, and offers to come home, but clearly doesn't want to. Truly, would it kill him? He's only about 15 minutes away. I need to get new sheets cause ours are so threadbare they now have a couple of rips in them. I thought I already had some new sheets bought a while ago, but if I do, I cannot find them (I mean, like bought back when we lived in Austin -- for just such an eventuality).
I wanted to get out to buy new sheets. I don't rotate sheets, I just strip the bed, wash the bedding, then remake the bed. That way I don't ever have to fold up sheets!
So I tell DH no, obviously he doesn't have to come home -- all the while of course wanting him to come home. It would be less an interruption of his day then this has interrupted mine. I had a couple other stores I wanted to hit up. Not to mention now I've totally wasted a couple of kongs. And I've got to make up more kongs cause those were the last 2 of the premade ones.
He will, no doubt, see in 2 seconds what the heck is blocking it. Thank God this didn't happen while he was away (altho this time he got a ride to the airport and I had his car available to me as well). Or God forbid when my parents were here, and then I'd have to be in the car with my Dad (who is 84 yrs old) driving.
Please don't bother with suggestions for things to look at -- the moment has already passed. I'm just pissed about it now.
I don't like to give the dogs 2 kongs in one day -- go out twice -- unless I really have to. Lola could probably do it no problem, but Chester is like me -- he puts on weight really easily and I have to watch what I feed him.
Well, the good news is that it didn't make me want to eat at all. I've got laundry in the washer now, something I wouldn't have time for if I'd gone out.
DH says I can go tonight, but frankly, by then I really don't want to be shopping. I get up early. I'm tired by the time dinner is over -- getting dinner for us, getting dinner for the animals -- all those things he hates to do & doesn't cause he has a "real" job.
And the truth is that I have a good life, and I am mostly appreciative of that. But I also want to feel appreciated. I do sometimes -- but not always, and this is one of those times I'm not feeling real appreciated.
Sorry for blathering on about it for so long. Guess I'll have to tackle other stuff on my to-do list now.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
So today I ran/walked about 5 1/4 miles. It's the farthest I've ever run. I chose to do it on my treadmill, as I can control how fast I go and actually know how far I've run. I'm sure a Garmin is in my future, but for now, that's what I've got. I do run outside, too, but choose to do my long runs on my treadmill.
So another title I thought of was "why exercise can cause weight gain".
Because sometimes it makes you damn hungry! I planned out my day, knowing that a) I needed to fuel during my run, because it would take me more than an hour (yes, I'm that slow) & b) I need something easy on the stomach for after my run.
I chose to have pancakes this morning. High protein, whole grain, healthy pancakes. I nibbled on a larabar during the run (nuts + dates should be as good as sport beans or shots or bloks or whatever, I figured). I drank almost 2 cups of water as I ran.
I had a recovery smoothie/milkshake all planned for after the run. 2 frozen bananas, some kale, 1 tbsp agave nectar, a pinch of salt, 1 cup almond milk. Really does taste almost like a milkshake, you get some greens in, and some easily digestible protein.
Only I was still hungry afterwards. It's only 5 miles, for cryin' out loud, you'd think I'd run a marathon or at the very least a half marathon!
And this is why people training for marathons sometimes gain weight. It's so easy to have IDI syndrome (I Deserve It) when you're working out that hard. It's funny, sometimes hard exercise suppresses my appetite, and sometimes it awakes the raging beat.
I had half an Ezekiel english muffin with dark chocolate almond spread (OMG, talk about something really dangerous). Hopefully that will hold me til dinner! I'd planned all the rest in, the muffin + almond spread is extra -- I shouldn't really be over my points, but it'll still be a very high day.
DH & I had a great 4 days together before he had to go back to work this morning. Sometimes it's hard to get back into a rhythm, and other times everything just works.
We finally saw "Inception", which we both thoroughly enjoyed. DH got his lobster, I got my sushi. Yesterday we took a trip out to the falls I've been wanting to see. Even with low water, they're pretty damn impressive.
There's also a long stairways down to the riverbed, and the dogs were real troopers. Must've seemed like Mt. Everest to them -- even my calves are speaking to me today.
We also managed to find the nature preserve I went hunting for while he was gone, only to turn back after maybe 1/4 mile because now I know where all the mosquitos in NY state are hiding out. It was HORRIBLE! I couldn't take it. I'm sure the big ole stagnant canal there was the culprit. Which is really too bad, because otherwise it would be a good place to go trail running.
We ended up going back to the walking path I discovered instead.
We grilled a steak from the farmer's market, I roasted the first brussel sprouts of the season, and we grilled some corn, too, and ate outside on the deck. And DH asked for another birthday cupcake. I always know something is good when he asks for it, but I told him I personally didn't think he should have it with the rich dinner we had -- but he's a big boy & could make his own decision (which he did -- any guesses?).
The cupcake was, at least, vegan. Which doesn't mean it was low fat or low sugar by any means. At least it actually had real fruit in it -- black forest cupcakes.
Does hard exercise make you hungry? How do you handle it when you're hungry and you know you shouldn't be eating so much?
Do you have a favorite fuel for your runs? Ever dabbled in any home made fuel options?
What about your recovery meal?
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Tomorrow is my "long" run. Normally I schedule it for Mondays -- I'm not doing super-dooper long runs so they don't have to be on the weekends. In fact, my "long" run is going to be 4 1/2 or 5 miles depending on my mood & how I'm feeling & there will be planned walking intervals in there.
Now that you've stopped laughing . . .
Anyway, I got to thinking. Seems to me a bagel & lox wouldn't be bad fuel for a long run. Carbs + protein + fat.
And then I got to thinking, is that really the best fueling choice for me? I found this daily spark blog that said I'd have to jump on a trampoline for 2 hours to burn off a bagel with cream cheese. 2 hours! I won't be running for 2 hours. And I need to burn off more than I eat.
I have these millet & flax bagels I bought a while back, and promptly forgot about. I like the same company's millet & flax bread, and it's high fiber. Will that high fiber bother my stomach? Or will it be just what I need to fuel a run? I think the fiber in grains are more digestible than the fiber in raw veggies, except, of course, if you have gluten problems (which I don't, and millet & flax is actually gluten free anyway).
And of course I still have my pancakes that I made recently. Those come from Brendan Brazier's "Thrive", and they definitely will fuel a long exercise session.
The only reason I'm leaning towards the bagel is cause we have all that nice belly lox I bought for my husband's birthday & Yom Kippur. But I've already had one regular bagel on Yom Kippur -- I figured I could get away with that after a day of fasting. Still, you do need to fuel properly for longer exercise sessions. But you don't need to go overboard, either, we tend to overestimate how much exertion we're truly doing -- and not in a good way.
Do you make meal decisions based on how it will fuel your life? Or do you just go with what you really want? Do you feel you can eat more cause you got in a good exercise session? Can you really afford to eat more?
As I wrote a few blogs ago, something's gotta change. It's always such a challenge trying to make sure you get enough fuel, but not too much!
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.
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