Saturday, October 15, 2011
I challenged myself this week in a few different ways.
First and foremost, I added a protein shake (thank you Bob!) to my first-thing-in-the-morning routine and another one post-workout. I found that with the early morning shake, I had more energy going into my Bikram Yoga sessions.
Second, on Sunday I signed myself up for five consecutive days of Bikram Yoga, M-F. I was so proud of myself at the end of my session yesterday. Felt like a total rock-star! Even better, my walking buddy joined me for yoga on Wednesday and Friday and my HUBBY took Thursday off to spend a day with me (his whole crew came down with stomach flu, so spending a health day away from them seemed wise) and joined me for yoga. He survived, was very thirsty, and really was a trooper.
Third, I challenged myself to track my water, fitness and to log my nutrition every day, something I haven't been doing consistently since my surgery. I ALMOST made it. I did great at water and fitness tracking. I logged nutrition every morning and at lunch. I didn't make it my top priority to log dinner not wanting to get on the computer when my kids were still up, and once I got them down, I pretty much crashed-out for the night. Logging is less important than being mindful of what goes into the body, so I'm pleased overall with my goals.
Even better, after the disappointing gain of 4 pounds last week, my weigh in today has me back down 3 out of four pounds.
Best of all, I did my measurements today. After three weeks of Bikram Yoga (3 days my first week, 4 my second and 5 days of my third week), my measurements today are down a total of 13 inches, mostly off my thighs!
I'll put blogging more than once a week back on my goal list soon. I got word this a.m. that my hubby is being moved back to 2nd shift, which means more upheaval in the household as his shift starts a half hour before the kids get home from school and ends at 11:30, so he won't be home until midnight and won't get to spend ANY time with the kids during the week. It's hard on him because he misses his kids. It's hard on THEM because they miss their Daddy. It's hard on me because it turns me into a single parent during the week AND every night as he's on mandatory seven day work weeks right now...plus he'll be here sleeping in the a.m. when I usually get stuff done around the house. Changes in routine are always a major adjustment for the family, but we are grateful that he has this job. I am grateful that he LOVES his work and seems to be appreciated by his managers. Gratitude is an EXCELLENT attitude. From that perspective, Everything is Possible.
Have an excellent weekend, all.
Saturday, October 08, 2011
So, after two weeks of Bikram Yoga (3 days last week, 4 this week), my shoulder and back are feeling so much better AND I'm sleeping so much more soundly that I'm making plans to keep the hot yoga up indefinitely. The only rub is this: I have trouble getting anywhere near my recommended calories when I've been to yoga. They recommend you don't eat beforehand, as people tend to get sick if they do. Afterward, I feel pretty zen and seriously thirsty, but not hungry. I typically drink 4 cups of water before class. Another 4 cups DURING class and another 4-6 (yes, CUPS, NOT OUNCES) within the first hour after class, which is possibly what keeps hunger at bay.
I went from burning around 2000 calories a week before I started Bikram Yoga to having burned 4750 calories this week. I was shocked to weigh myself this a.m. and see I'd GAINED 4 pounds. Where did THAT come from? Am I waterlogged?
I updated my calories burned on my fitness goals and my range went way up, but like I said, I wasn't hitting my calorie range before when it was lower.
I'm not doing well with logging food, either, but there hasn't been much to log. I got a new phone last week that may be smarter than its owner, and I downloaded the Spark app, so logging fitness and nutrition has become really easy. I just don't seem inspired to log the food.
I miss blogging too, but am just spending less time on the computer, which makes blogging more challenging.
Last but not least, I need to give myself a break over having lost my Spark routine last month after my surgery. I was so excited about my goals that I'd set for September. I had under-estimated how long it would take me to get back to my life after the surgery. I think I had told myself it would only be a few days until I was back on my feet, but when a few days turned into a few weeks, I seem to have lost my way.
There. I said it all out loud (o.k., in type, but it's kind of the same) and now I can get on with my life. Being disappointed in myself is nothing new. Making a plan to get back on track is.
I am going to keep up the yoga. Can't seem to stop since it makes me feel better in my body AND mind. I will work on my nutrition and get back to logging it as I'm more apt to hit the calorie goal if I'm tracking it. Last but not least, I am going to give myself props for sticking with the yoga, as it is an excellent way to ensure my well-being stays on my priority list.
The rest will fall into place.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
When I was five or six years old, my parents let me choose my Halloween costume All By My Self. I'd been dancing ballet and tap for a couple of years by then, and had a GREAT costume from my dance recital from the end of the school year that had just passed. As luck would have it, I also happened to have just acquired a pair of new fancy cowgirl boots and a matching hat from my grandparents. It seemed only natural when faced with a daunting task like picking my Halloween theme and costume that I would be a Ballerina Cowgirl.
It never occurred to me to choose to be EITHER a ballerina OR a cowgirl. Why limit myself when I could be AWESOME as BOTH?!?
If Moderation Were My Thing, I Wouldn't Have Needed Spark.
If I'd learned to settle for one thing OR another, I would be leading a very different life right now.
Were I one to settle, I would have married for money rather than love, but I have always thrived on challenge, so why settle? Yes, there are days where I find myself wondering if the 'other' road would have been easier, but I've never regretted my choice of partner. He 'gets' me. He has seen me at my worst and can still picture me at my best. He brings out my silly. He sets the coffee for me before he leaves for work in the morning so that I have a fresh pot waiting for me when I get up with the kids. He stands up for me when, on rare occasion, I forget to stand up for myself. He's a loving, kind, goofy and fun father to our kids. Best of all, I don't ever question his love for me or our children.
What better partner for a Ballerina Cowgirl?
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
I've given myself a lot of latitude over the past week. I've rested. I've read. I've enjoyed more cheese than I otherwise would 'normally' have allowed myself. I've been on one short (less than a mile) walk since my surgery on the 13th, and I'm finding that (big surprise) I enjoy this sloth lifestyle. My body, however, feels worse for lack of movement.
Last evening, as I was enjoying my second glass of wine, I got online to check out the schedule of the Bikram Yoga (a.k.a. HOT Yoga) studio nearer to my home for which I'd previously purchased a Groupon deal. They are running a 'new member special' of $29/unlimited classes for one month. If you've priced these classes, you'd know they can be quite $$$Spendy, so I decided to go for their new member deal and I'll use my Groupon when it expires.
Then I polished off the poor bottle that begged me not to put it back in the 'fridge. It was a mercy killing. That's my story and I'm sticking with it.
Last night I slept worse than usual and awoke with my right shoulder hurting (my LEFT is the injured one, so this was new). I got the kiddlets off to school and then put on my work-out clothes. I ran to their school to talk with the principal about getting our daughter into a different class/teacher, then I went straight to the yoga studio.
This place looks and feels much different than the one I went to the week before my surgery. It has a friendlier, more welcoming atmosphere. It's an expansion off of a small chain out of San Francisco, and they clearly designed it with getting the most out of each session. No heat lamps here to avoid getting directly under. No provided mats, either (although you can rent one as well as a towel if you forgot yours). The flooring in the studio is yoga-mat material, so you have extra non-slip cushion (the first studio I went to had tile floors). The biggest/most notable difference is this:
not ONLY is the studio kept to a constant 105 degrees...
They keep a BIG HUMIDIFIER on throughout the class. Not dry heat...very very wet instead.
Remember how I'd said in my Hot Yoga blog that everyone in the class was dripping by the end? In THIS place, with the humidifier, there are literally puddles all around each participant. Takes slippery to a whole new level. I was one of only two people wearing yoga-type pants here. The other person was also new to this place. Everyone else was in short-shorts and sports bras (except the men...no sports bras there). After realizing at the end of the class that I was twice as drenched as I was after my first class at the other studio, I can understand why they all wear so little.
I'm sure it was partly the unexpected humidity in the room combined with having been a slug and mostly immobile for the past two weeks, but I really struggled to get through the class today. About half way through, my head started to pound and I realized I was the smelliest person in the room (or at least I wouldn't have recommended anyone stand down wind of me). This instructor was really good about checking in on her two newbies and on checking that each of us had proper form. She was easy to see and easy to hear.
We spoke after class and she asked how my back and shoulder are feeling. I need to ice my back, but my shoulder feels great. She cautioned me to not push so hard next time so that my back gets the stretch but not the strain and showed me where she'd like to see me stretch to next time. I told her of my headache which I suspected was largely from detoxing from the poor bottle of wine and all the weird medications and foods I've consumed over the past two weeks. She said 'detoxing' can sometimes do that and recommended lots of water and that I return tomorrow for another class.
I think that's a great idea. I'll work these kinks (and toxins) out yet!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
As I suspected, I can't seem to help but check on my buddies these days. Even though I'm not commenting, I'm still stopping by your pages and thinking of you. Sparkpeople calls to me. I have to remind myself that the nurses told me it takes about four weeks to fully recover from the surgery, and all things considered, I'm doing quite well. What is hard, aside from trying to reconnect to my daily routines now that my folks have left (they left yesterday) and the responsibilities are again mine, is pacing myself.
Anyone who has followed my blogs already knows pacing is one of my albatrosses. I'm not an 'instant-gratification' sort, but I do like to get through my lists of things to do as quickly as possible so that I can move on to the next 'thing'. Yet, here I am, 9 days post surgery, and I'm having to remind myself to lay down every three hours or so to give my body a break. I have to remind myself that the two blocks I walked yesterday was all I could do and that I have to work back up to the 4 mile trek that I'd earned over the summer.
In my brain, there's a recurring theme of "I can do this" which is great so long as I add the caveat"...so long as I pace myself". I am struggling with giving myself a break on achieving my September goals over a slightly longer period than the month.
It's very odd to me that I haven't logged food/nutrition in over a week, but it didn't seem like the best use of my time while high on pain meds and eating so rarely because I spent much time sleeping or resting...way more than eating or planning my foods. It's mostly my type-A personality that I'm fighting here...I'm competitive enough to want to maintain my streaks and consistency awards.
What is surprising me most is that I'm NOT beating myself up more than I am. I hear my driving inner voice trying to lecture me on getting back into my Spark rigor, but I'm ignoring it's tone. Spark is in my heart. Spark is my path toward my brighter, healthier future, and SPARK supports my healing from the surgery and easing back into the responsibilities both to my family AND to myself. My inner voice is going to have to take a back seat for a bit longer and she's just going to have to deal. Healing is way more important right now.
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