Wednesday, July 15, 2009
One of my favorite lines from "Return of the Jedi" is from Yoda: "do or do not; there is no try".
Altho I love the sound of the line, I disagree with the sentiment. I didn't have a blog post in mind for today, as I often do, but as often happens, life provided me with one.
I took the dogs for a nice, long walk at a local park. It has a few exercise stations scattered around. I came to one with different levels of chin up bars. The only chin-ups I've ever done are the ones at the gym I used to belong to years ago, and that was an assisted-chinup machine.
I decided to try. No, I couldn't produce even one chin-up. Maybe one nose-up. I may never be able to do a chin-up, despite hours and hours of weight training over the years, but I can keep trying.
The power really is in the trying, not in the doing, no matter how sweet the doing may feel. Because if you fail to try, you'll never succeed; and without all that trying, success would never feel as sweet.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
For a long time we'd thought we'd like to have a house out in the country somewhere. Large enough to maybe have some chickens & goats (my idea, not my husband's, altho he wanted something large enough he could do his shooting on). We talked about buying land somewhere around Austin, but we never did it.
I'm not sure that we're really country folks, though. One of the things stopping me was always just who do you get to take care of those chickens & goats when you're traveling? And I like to eat out, too. At least every other week (and get a pizza on the weeks we don't eat out).
There are pros and cons to just about anything, though, including where we live now. It's a nice, quiet neighborhood. The people are friendly. I just ran into an elderly woman on our walk (not literally!) who'd lived her over 40 years, and told me that where we live now used to be apple orchards.
I did walk to my hairdresser appointment yesterday. According to the fitness map it was about 1 1/4 miles, altho my pedometer said a bit less and I think maybe the truth lies somewhere in between. Of course, I couldn't really judge my haircut, because I wore a hat on the way back home, so talk about your flat hair. Luckily, though, my hair is fairly simple to cut.
I really need to get an eye exam soon, and I noticed there was an optician across the street. I really like the idea of being able to walk to at least some of the places I want to go. Unfortunately, turns out that optician isn't in our network. There's also an ob/gyn right on the corner there, and apparently a busy one from the cars parked all along the street every day.
There's a store called Freshmarket that's supposed to break ground sometime in August. It, too, would be close enough for me to walk to. It's supposed to have organic fruits & veggies . . . anyone live near one? Have any opinions?
In my neighborhood in Austin, there was a grocery store within walking distance. Only it was too hot for much of the year to try to get fresh food back. And occasionally I'd walk over to Target, before it moved. There wasn't much else.
Here there are also a few restaurants that are in the same little strip mall where I got my hair cut. It will be a stretch, but I hop to convince DH to walk over there to dinner sometime. A couple of them have outdoor seating, so hopefully we might even be able to bring the dogs.
I'd like to find somewhere when we retire where I could walk to shopping. Even better would be walking to shopping with the dogs! Unfortunately, now, I have to leave them at home, so that means giving them their morning walk & then walking to shopping. I'm lucky that I'm not working -- I did certainly rack up a lot of steps yesterday, and it was a lovely day to walk.
I was going to take a rest day today, but I'm thinking of maybe doing a treadmill run this afternoon. My legs are really, really sore from my kettlebell workout on Monday. Boy, it's great for your inner thighs -- but I can barely move! So running will definitely be a challenge. Today & tomorrow are supposed to be nice, and rain might come back on Thursday -- so I'm thinking of making Thursday my rest day.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Not too long ago I introduced you to OOC (out of control) syndrome. Now it's IDI's turn -- I deserve it.
I deserve this cookie because I've been so good, because I exercised so hard, because I lost weight, and so on. IDI came to my mind on the day last week when I took the dogs for a long walk. It WAS a long walk, and I did some jogging too.
It would have been so easy to think I deserve more food because I exercised longer than usual. Have you ever looked up how long it takes to burn off certain types of food?
But the pitfall of IDI goes far beyond the fact that it normally takes way more hours than we have in a day to burn off our favorite foods; it's simply an unbalanced, unhealthy lifestyle.
Exercise shouldn't be about compensating for what we eat, although of course it's really, really tempting to think of it that way.I've heard some runners talk about how they can eat anything they want because of their running -- but those are the really long distance runners who do it on a regular basis, and even then it's still not a healthy attitude. What happens when they're sideline by illness or an injury?
Exercise should be about keeping you healthy. About increasing the strength of your heart. About building muscle so that you can easily carry your groceries or your kid. About giving you energy so you don't feel tired all the time.
So if you're stuck in IDI mode, it's time to get yourself a new attitude.
It would be so easy for me to be IDI today. I did my kettlebell workout for the first time in months yesterday. Funny, my arms don't get sore from it, but I sure feel it in my legs. It gets to my legs like no other workout! And I'm planning to walk to my haircut (weather depending) in addition to walking the dogs this morning -- I should have no trouble racking up my 10,000 steps today. It would be so easy to reward myself with food. Instead, I'll probably reward myself with a rest day tomorrow.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
I can't help it; I keep referring to Austin as home. Last night we watched part of "Miss Congeniality" for the umpteenth time. It's partially filmed in Austin, and unlike some Austin films, there are parts of it that are easily recognizable to us. I felt like ET groaning "home!".
Don't get me wrong -- I'm happy not to be in Austin now. Despite all the rain, we've had some nice weather here. I haven't been eaten alive by mosquitos, the dogs aren't suffering with fleas, and my clothes aren't instantly soaked with sweat the moment I step outside.
But there are things I miss, too. This house is nice enough, but it's not home, and it isn't what I would pick if we'd had more time (and money). I truly do not like having our living area on the second floor, but then we had a ranch house in Austin because I didn't want a second floor. We'd been there, done that more than once in the past.
Oh well. There are certainly worse things to go through in life.
I was a bit peeved at DH this morning. He was tired, and spent the morning laying on the couch. Well, he worked hard yesterday; I didn't have a problem with that. But he went shooting and left me to my lonesome to walk the dogs. I don't mind him going shooting (well, it's not a hobby I particularly like, but I know he enjoys it for whatever reason & hasn't been able to do it in a long time).
But does he ever offer to walk the dogs in the morning so I can have a break or do what I want to do?
On to something else. I've been very hungry lately. Not emotional eating hungry, just plain ole hungry. I've been eating more than I planned, which isn't so bad except when it happens every day. Yesterday I struggled with myself. I wanted a snack before bed, but managed without one. It took a while, but I was finally feeling full. I still didn't sleep well, as sometimes I don't when I don't eat enough. Yet yesterday was a rest day. The only exercise was walking the dogs in the morning. I just don't know why I've been so hungry lately. I'd had a large salad with grapes in it for lunch, so it wasn't a lack of healthy foods.
Well, sometimes the hungries just happen. Sometimes there really is no rhyme or reason. I'll keep listening to both the angels and the devils, and hopefully the angels will keep winning.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
I had an attack yesterday. Have you ever had bipolar eating? It's sort of like getting a cheeseburger & fries -- and a diet Coke. Pairing the healthy with the unhealthy.
Yesterday, for instance, I had a really nice walk/jog intervals walk with the dogs. I didn't jog that much -- 3 intervals of 6 minutes each -- but that was mainly because the dogs were like just what the heck are you doing? We haven't had to run this much in months. I could've gone longer with my jogging intervals. Of course, they were probably 3 mph with the dogs acting as an anchor, but hey, at least we were jogging.
And I realized, afterwards, that even though it was only 18 minutes out of an approximately 90 minute walk, I'm only jogging 25 minutes on the treadmill now, so it really wasn't so bad. If I ever do a 5K, I'd love to do it in 35 minutes, which is still pretty slow but it's darn fast for me. Since the race I'm considering isn't until next May, maybe I'll be able to come up to speed, so to speak.
Anyway, I came back home and made me the most awesome grilled pastrami and cheese sandwich. I know, I know, not exactly the healthiest thing. I paired that with my live "fettucini" alfredo that I'd made for the potluck (which no one but me touched). Since the fettucini is actually raw zucchini, carrots, and peppers, and the sauce doesn't have any cheese or cream in it, that was pretty healthy.
Now, if I say so myself, that grilled pastrami was just perfect. Oozing provolone and golden brown on the outside.
So there you have it: bipolar eating. A not-terribly healthy sandwich paired with half a plate of raw veggies with a healthy sauce.
Anything can fit into a healthy eating plan -- anything. Occasionally. In moderation. I haven't had pastrami in years. But there's a deli in a grocery store not too far away that has Jewish delicacies. One of the bonuses of living here (we'll talk again in the winter). The sandwich wasn't one of those ginormous deli sandwiches -- it was quite thin, but oh so satisfying. Altho my stomach was grumbly afterwards. But it was worth even that, although I'm not sure if it was the pastrami or the veggies that made it grumbly.
Oh, and wonders of wonders, I made a healthy dinner that DH actually liked. And it was vegan! Talk about your bipolar eating day! It was a seitan salad (from Vegan Fusion, which is an awesome cookbook, everything I've made from it has been delicious) -- and it reminded us of a Greek gyro. Plus a cucumber salad and some roasted potatoes.
Yesterday was a flurry of cooking/baking. I made scones in the morning, then went for our walk, came back & made my lunch. Then I did the cucumber salad, then the seitan salad. Took a break, then mixed up batter for pancakes this morning (banana -- I have a bunch of ripe bananas to use up). I was exhausted by the end of the day. How do chefs do it?
Oh, and I'm truly sorry if I made you hungry with this blog. Maybe I should've posted a warning.
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