Wednesday, June 29, 2011
My action plan is in place when it comes to the food and drink part of my life and itís off to a blazing start!
The Plan: Iím experimenting with food and keeping it simple. Iím slowing weaning my way off of processed foods, anything other than water and the little granules of sugar that have found their way back in. This time around my body wonít go into shock at the change so Iím having an easier go of it. My body loves protein and veggies so thatís what it will get!
What I am fighting now is mental hunger and I donít like it.
The clock strikes 10:00 a.m. and my mind thinks itís snack time. My body protests and rejects every food thought my mind can come up with. I quickly find something to occupy my brain so it stops obsessing. Then the clock strikes 3:00 p.m. and my mind, again, thinks itís snack time. My body protests and rejects every food thought my mind can come up with yet again. I busy myself to stop the obsessive thoughts of food.
Since my eating plan has changed, Iím not experiencing any Ďrealí craving during my day. Itís a freeing experience. I even have more energy and no foggy brain at any point of the day. Iím on a strict no-soda diet as well.
My body is responding - I only feed it when itís hungry - and I love it. Now I need my mind to catch up and stop clock watching! I guess after years of programing: 7:30 a.m. Breakfast, 10:00 a.m. snack, 12:30 p.m. lunch, 3:00/3:30 p.m. snack time, 7:30 p.m. dinner - my brain is having a difficult time with change. I shall continue with the reprogramming!
As a side note, Iím currently at 233 lbs. and I want to be at 229 or 229.5 on Saturday morning. I have been visualizing this number all week. As I drift off to sleep, I am thinking of 229 and what it will take to get there. I visualize those numbers as I mentally step on the scale. I talk about it out loud and I write it down . . . a lot. I want to make sure the universe hears me and that we are clear. After this goal is accomplished - ON SATURDAY - the universe and I will, again, discuss the next step DOWN the scale.
Monday, June 27, 2011
It will be a few days before I stop feeling like a boiled lobster and more like KT again.
FEEL. THE. BURN.
After much urging from the Mr yesterday I went over to the club where he lifeguards. Not only did I hang out at the pool but I swam laps. I love water and I love to swim - always have. I loved the lap swimming!
I checked at the front desk when leaving to see if there is a limit on how many times I can pay to be a guest of the club. I understand now that the Mr is able to list me as a guest so I can pay $7.50 for a day pass whenever I want. Before I was against spending this little bit of money due to the fact that I already belong to a gym in another part of town. However, I have now convinced myself that spending a mere $7.50 on myself once a week is worth it! Also, the day pass allows me to use the entire club for the day and take a class if there is one in session while Iím there. So my great plan for when I do go is to get my monies worth and use their gym equipment first, then the hot tub and then lap swimming.
It went well to be pool side while the Mr was working and we even got to chat while he was on break. I even struck up a few conversations with members. The atmosphere was completely relaxed.
Now, to recover from my burn so I can go back next Sunday. Although, next time Iíll be in shaded area, put my coverup on and only be in the sun while swimming. And, yes, I burn even with the strongest SPF. It usually turns to a tan but this one will peel when itís all said and done. I try not to think of the damage I just did on this one outing. My legs got the worst of it - OUCH!
As a side note, the pool was closed shortly after I finished my lap swimming. Itís all fun and games until someone pooís in the pool. HA! Eeeeeeewwww
Monday, June 20, 2011
What seems like a lifetime ago, I lost nearly a 100 lbs (Iíve kept that off by the way) and many of my doctors (both Eastern & Western) asked if I used extreme dieting and/or extreme exercising methods. After I recovered from being offended I told them, no, Iím not an extremist I changed my behavior.
I have a mere 68.5 lbs to go and I feel itís time to change things up a bit. Keep it interesting so I donít become complacent with the process.
Food and Drink:
Iím experimenting with food and keeping it simple. Iím slowing weaning my way off of processed foods, anything other than water and the little granules of sugar that have found their way back in. This time around my body wonít go into shock at the change so Iím having an easier go of it. My body loves protein and veggies so thatís what it will get!
I love what I do when I do it. Yet, sometimes things need to change and thatís what Iím gonna do.
What I have given myself permission to do is this: keep the 4 hours of Zumba a week, drop the 1 hour of step and start walking/jogging the streets outside two days a weeks and utilize the elliptical at the gym. Iíve discovered over the past few weeks that my body doesnít love me when I do ďroad workĒ which is why Iím putting it into the action plan. Ultimately, I'll be getting ready for the 10K in November so there must be lots of road work a week.
Iím keeping my hope alive as to the work Iím doing with Doc. Iím moving forward and finding some success.
I decided long ago that I donít own a wagon nor do I ride on one so I canít ďfall offĒ of one. What I do own are some sexy big girl panties and even on the roughest of days I make sure I put them on and deal. I either eat well or I donít. I either exercise or I donít. I either follow Docís plan or I donít. I either have a good attitude or I donít. I have to deal with what I do or donít do - like or not.
Again, Iím not an extremist so the path I take now has little foot trails, hiking paths, giant freeways and itsy bitsy tunnels to explore. Iím going to enjoy the adventure by changing it up.
"Goals allow you to control the direction of change in your favor." ~ Brian Tracy
Friday, June 10, 2011
In my previous blog I wrote "nature wouldn't take a holiday for me" after the weatherman predicted ran and wind for race day and that my TOM would be in full force. I'll disclose upfront, that nature does take a holiday every now and again and as you'll read, there was no rain or wind on race day. Plus, my TOM decided to take a days vacation and show up the next day angry as ever.
Saturday, June 4th the heavens opened up and the rains came. At different points in the day we had mad downpours. I was more than concerned about the race the next day. The Mr and I headed over the race expo to pickup my race packet and found, like many other runners, that it was disorganized and those working were in crisis management. I discovered many people behaving badly, others breathing through the experience and some with smiles and giggles. I was somewhere in the middle. Before sensory overload could take hold I found my bib, timing chip, goody bag and tech shirt and got out. That night, with much excitement, I got my gear together for the morning. I also packed my backpack with an extra pair of shoes, undies, shirt, socks and jacket. Generally I don't take anything that needs to be checked at a race but I knew if it was going to rain down on us I didn't want to be stuck in wet clothes waiting for a ride home.
Sunday, June 5th, race day! I slept great and had anticipated getting up a bit after 6:00 a.m. At 5:34 a.m. my eyes popped open and I was up out of bed. When I peaked out the window I was surprised to find clear skies. After checking my race gear, backpack content I stepped into the shower and then had breakfast. I opted for my usual, oats with raisins and two slices of turkey bacon. I had to wake the Mr so he could snap a few photos of me and drive me to the race site.
I arrived at the race site around 7:15 a.m. and immediately got inline to use the bathroom. Picture 20 port-a-potties and 3,000 women. When nervous I have to pee, I've come to accept that about myself so I always find my place in line early. :) As I stood waiting I remembered the year before - I was so nervous. It was my first 5K, I hadn't trained, I didn't know a soul there, no one I knew wanted to or could attend to cheer me on but I was determined to finish for me.
As I did the year before I allowed the energy from all those surrounding me embrace me. I listened to the chatter and giggles all around and I smiled to myself. There was a slight breeze in the air, the sky was a light blue and the white fluffy clouds made an appearance. If it was going to rain it wouldn't until much later in the day. I silently praised mother nature. I knew then, that it was going to be a great day!
Before the half marathoners took off at 8:00 a.m. there was a silly warm-up which was fun to watch. Everyone was so excited. After the half marathoners took off we 5K peeps had our silly little warm-up. I could feel the energy levels rise! Due to lack of communication the start of the 5K race was a bit bumpy but we made it and no one threw any elbows.
Although I had slacked on my conditioning I felt strong when I took off. I had put together a new play list on my ipod so I was entertained by my music. With help from my SP team, Slow Fat Runners, I was more comfortable in my running outfit. After a cry for help about friction burn aka "the chub rub" my teammates told me about body glide ... best stuff ever!! One teammate offered the suggestion of running commando too. I had never been so comfortable at the beginning or end of a run!
As most of you know, I am indeed a "slow fat runner" and I wear that badge with pride. Damn it, I might be slow but I get where I'm going! *GIGGLES* So my journey began and I kept pace with many others but soon learned, again, that it was best to keep it real or I'd loose a lung. I struggled a bit before the turn around point but pushed myself forward. I mentally collapsed on myself when I discovered a woman near me was walking almost as fast as my jog. I pulled up to a fast walk and nearly cried and then realty hit ... your slow, get over yourself and pick up the pace. I jogged. As I entered mile two something clicked and I found my stride, my faster pace, my rhythm. I weaved in and out of the walkers and slow(er) joggers. I remember my mind blanked out and I just felt the moment. It was the best I'd ever felt on this journey.
Last year I thought that 5K was never going to end. At every bend I thought it would be over and yet the course kept going. This year, I knew the course, so I jogged with confidence. When I finished last year I cried when I crossed the finish line. This year I nearly blacked out and then nearly tossed my breakfast. Last year all I could think of was what I had just accomplished. This year all I could think about was staying up right and to keep moving. What a difference a year makes! *FIST PUMP*
This yearly race is held by See Jane Run. A woman owned, women run organization. The race is women only, although men can participate, and all levels of fitness are welcome. Girls, Inc. of Alameda benefit. It's all about empowering women and I absolutely love it. Last year there were 1,500 women registered. This year there were 3,000. The theme of the race, "I run for chocolate and champagne." Yes, yes I do and I did!
It was only at the end as I walked around with my chocolate and champagne, taking in all the vendors and excitement that I felt alone. I was amongst thousands and I stood alone. I could have let that tarnish my moment but what I did instead was go to the race course and cheer other runners on. If there were just one other woman running alone I didn't want her to feel alone. I marveled at how strong these women are.
The only mistake I made of the day was telling the Mr when he dropped me off that he should just head to work as planned and I'd walk home. In my minds eye I just knew I didn't live that far away ... HA! When I left, I walked and walked. I walked some more and then I stopped to stretch. More walking, more stretching. At one point I would have bet a $1,000 that someone had in fact moved my home because I had clearly been walking for a 1,000 miles. I stopped again to stretch out my legs and that's when I noticed the guy on his porch. Although I wanted to run away (explanation of why is in an earlier blog) I kept stretching and then I smiled and said hello. He waved. FINALLY, I made it home. Before anything else, I went to SP and mapped out the route that I had just walked ... 2.5 miles. After jogging a 5K and being on my feet for a total of four hours I walked 2.5 miles home. Then, I collapsed and took a nap.
It was reported shortly after the race that the course was long and came in at 3.22 miles instead of 3.1 miles. No one in an official capacity has confirmed or denied it. My official time: 44:38 which is a personal best!
My goal is to someday run it in under 40 minutes.
Heading out for the day
We gather to run for chocolate & champagne *GIGGLES*
Feeling the excitement
On the course
Post race ...
What's my next adventure? A 10K in November in San Francisco. I best condition for that one or I'll be really hurting after it's said and done.
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