Friday, June 19, 2009
Or sometimes I feel that way, anyway. It seems everyone finishes the C25K program with ease, then runs 5ks effortlessly.
So why is it so difficult for me? I've been doing it rather loosely, throwing in some other running exercises in there when I'm actually able to breath and run. I'm on week 4. You're supposed to run 1/2 mile in 5 minutes -- not exactly a scorching time. If my husband did his math right, that's 6 mph. Only I can't maintain 6 mph for 5 minutes. So I did 5 mph. I did manage it, but I was STILL struggling with it at that speed. It took me a whopping 26 minutes to run/walk a bit over 2 miles.
Of course, the reality is that's fantastic. I couldn't do even that a year ago.
At this rate, tho, I despair of ever actually be able to fully run a 5k unless I'm going so slow a walker could pass me.
Several of my friends, new runners, seem to have no troubles at all going much faster than me. Why is running so hard for me? Why is going at a normal speed -- not fast, mind you, but a normal rate, so difficult for me?
And all this is on a treadmill, no less, which is supposed to make running easier because it propels you forward.
Don't get me wrong, I am pleased with my progress over the last year, because it's truly been progress for me. I just don't want to be the last person over the finish line if I ever do run a proper 5k. I suppose someone has to be.
Walking our 5k (altho I don't think it was actually 5k) last week made me think this seems an awful long way to run. Granted, I had a pretty high fever just a few days before & I still can't completely breathe, so that might have something to do with it, too.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
One thing I've learned from the past 20 years, is that I need reality checks. I know when I'm gaining weight. Maybe not at first, but when those pants sizes start to go up, I know it. Going to WW meetings monthly doesn't cut it for me -- I need the accountability of weekly meetings. SP is wonderful, and I'd be lost without it, but I also need that F2F interaction -- once a week.
It's nice to know, tho, that I won't fall apart during those odd times when I can't make it. Like last week, when I was just too sick.
Not much comes between me & my WW meeting -- not returning husbands, not pouring rain, and in the winter, not snow, either. So you know I'm really sick when I don't get to my meeting.
I was a tiny bit apprehensive this morning. I haven't been terrible, but there have been some BLTs -- more than normal -- over the last couple of weeks. There hasn't been a great deal of exercise. I did manage to have a small loss, and I'm pleased with that.
It's nice to know that your routine can get shot to heck, and you can still stay on track.
I've been mostly listening to the angels lately. I had a powerful urge to make some chocolate chip cookies the other day. I even took out the vegan margarine to soften up. You guys helped me, tho, even tho I know you weren't aware of it. I decided that even tho I knew I could make the cookies and only eat one or two, I'd already had plenty of indulgences over the past couple of weeks & I really didn't need it. I settled for yogurt with some chocolate chips instead.
It's still hard sometimes, tho. I worry when I can't get in the normal amount of exercise, can't face fruits & veggies, and still indulge my sweet tooth. Hopefully I am getting to the place where I can deal with these normal life interruptions.
I also know that those last 10 lbs are the hardest, and I've been stuck for a while here. I need to shake things up a bit. Still dragging a bit with this cold tho. Especially on days like today -- I thought I wouldn't make my meeting today because it was pouring when I got up. I didn't think I'd be able to get the dogs out. Chester did go out first thing, even with the rain (altho he really didn't want to), and sat shivering in the rain for about 5 minutes before he finally decided to do his business -- of course, he wouldn't have gotten so wet if he'd just done it right away like he usually does. Lola just got wet.
But we had a break right about the time I need to walk them. I am very grateful for that break, too! It would have been oh-so-easy to just blow it off today. It started raining again as we got close to home, and hasn't let up much since then.
Oh, I have forgotten to update y'all on the house: it's not sold yet, but we're close. We have an offer that's been accepted, they did their inspection yesterday & didn't find anything new wrong with the house, so it looks like this one will finally go through. Since the first inspection turned up hail damage on our roof, we got it inspected -- and the insurance company will pay to replace the roof. What a great added bonus!
There are always good things in with the bad -- you just have to realize when they happen, and appreciate them.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Besides the title of a book I highly recommend.
I've been pondering the difference between being naturally thin and slipping (even had a title for that -- slip sliding away). It's so easy to let the little things pile up. I didn't WI in last week. No biggie, right, I was sick, after all. It's very, very unusual for me not to WI -- I no longer dread it, I want to know.
Then, of course, I didn't eat the best last week. Almost no veggies. You know I'm better now because we went out to eat Sunday (that would be the first clue) & I had a salad. Plenty of veggies yesterday.
It's so easy to indulge yourself after a week of not eating a whole lot. You figure you can get away with a little more. It's not that my eating has been terrible, just that I feel I've been indulging in sweets a bit more than I should. Maybe because I didn't eat a whole lot in general last week.
I made some muffins on Sunday, and yet had an oh-so-rich (and good) slice of peanut butter pie, too (shared with DH). We had a rich dinner last night -- grilled a steak (bought at the farmer's market), baked potato, & asparagus -- and I had some home made ice cream for dessert. I bought a vegan cinnamon bun at the grocery store yesterday, and half of that will be part of my breakfast this morning. WI should be interesting this week.
Now, it's easy to say I can indulge a bit after being sick. Only I haven't been exercising much either. I walked the dogs yesterday, and had planned on doing about a 20 minute exercise DVD yesterday afternoon, but I was tired and never did it. Didn't quite make my 10,000 steps. And I definitely didn't any day last week except for the 5ish-k.
So there's always that little voice at the back of your mind, reminding you that these are all the little things that add up. That you aren't a naturally thin person, and you have to be more vigilant than a "normal" person.
The little devil in me says maybe I'm just listening to my body. It's still tired. I don't want this cold to hang on any longer than necessary, so I need to take it easy. I've never felt sick or bloated or too full with what I have eaten, so maybe I truly am just listening to my body and giving it what it needs.
Do you listen to the angel or do you listen to the devil?
Monday, June 15, 2009
Only this time I really am on the mend. I spiked a fever on Thursday -- funny, I was feeling better before that -- and felt totally miserable. Not much better Friday morning, but since then I've felt better every day.
In fact, I did something that could have been really stupid -- I mentioned the charity walk I'd wanted to do on Saturday. Well, we did it. It was a 5k, and I probably wasn't really quite up to it. My husband got his company to approve it as a team building event, so he & his one "employee" were paid for, and he was going with or without me. I really wanted to do it, so I went. Luckily, it didn't set me back.
There we are after the finish above. I had thoughts of walking it this year, and maybe running it next year. Except turns out it's really disorganized. We waited almost an hour just to start; the route isn't well marked, and according to my pedometer we didn't go 5k, so I'm not sure we actually did the whole route. We weren't dead last, but we were close -- of course, we started out last, too.
Still, it was for a good cause (abused animals) -- Riley's Run for those in the Albany area -- so I don't have any regrets. The dogs had a good time, too.
Just not sure something so disorganized is right for my first 5k. OTOH, considering what a slow runner I am, maybe it's perfect. It's not a timed event, btw, so other than your own watch, there's no way to know your time. Still looking for the transmitter for my HRM . . .
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I'm sure there are men out there who can go food shopping and come back with healthy stuff -- there must be some here on SP -- but I don't personally know any.
Besides the kvetching that ensues, I almost never have DH pick anything up for me because he's sure to pick up junk, too. It's not such a huge problem for me, usually, but he doesn't need it, either.
I didn't have a whole lot of choice yesterday. I didn't actually send him shopping, but he was out & about yesterday & I didn't have anything planned for dinner. Or I didn't want to make it, anyway. So he picked up a roast chicken -- although I explicitly said I had nothing to serve with it.
That is one of my problems when I'm truly sick; I have no interest in veggies at all. Which is odd, because my stomach isn't bothering me and I love veggies. But I just don't want them when I don't feel good. Just like I don't really want water, either, despite the fact that it's usually all I drink. I've been drinking tea. Lots & lots of tea. Not getting in a whole lot of veggies, tho.
I have tried to curtail my eating since I'm not getting a whole lot of exercise, either. It isn't easy, because as I said, my stomach isn't the problem, but I think I've done pretty well.
Anyway, he came back with white dinner rolls. He offered to make me something else, but there really wasn't anything I wanted. So I had one roll and didn't even eat all of that. The joke's on him, though: he left the rolls on the table, and didn't close the bag. I found the bag on the floor this morning, pretty well chewed up. A couple of the rolls were actually out of the bag and on the floor, half consumed by the cats. I had to throw almost all of them out.
He will stomp and rage this morning that he can't have anything. Well, no, if you're not willing to take care of it, you won't. I normally do all that, but I'm just not up to it at the moment.
I feel badly, too, because he finally got me a larger trashcan for the kitchen. I've been needing one. I don't like the waste of the smaller one (the bag is never really full when it's ready to go out).
The problem? It's plastic. We have big, strong, healthy cats. And that's part of why we had a stainless steel trash can. We didn't move it because it was falling apart. I was going to accept it & try it at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it just won't work. The roll caper should show him that. Too flimsy -- we got a stainless steel one in the first place because one of my former cats was a master at getting into the garbage. Plus I like the hands-free aspect.
Louise Hays has an interesting theory about throat problems (my cold started with a sore throat, and my voice has almost disappeared at times): that they can be repressed anger. Things you aren't saying. I thought about that, and knew I had to speak up about the trashcan, silly as that might seem.
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