Thursday, July 08, 2010
I like navy--the color AND the military unit, but I'm writing about the color. I always want to have a pair of navy pants in my closet. I've learned that having more than one is an endeavor unlikely to occur in my lifetime. I don't know why, but it seems that every tall girl in the world likes navy pants too, so by the time I order them online at a price I'm willing to pay, my size is unavailable.
Such was the case last week as I had a "sale" notice arrive via e-mail. I quickly went to the web site, hoping that maybe they had any type of navy slacks in an 18T, nope, none. This forced me to order a 16T (just a few left), so I ran for my credit card, and ordered. Today they arrived. FIT: amazing. Length: incredible. Slimming tendencies: wonderful. I went to order more, of course, none left. I was even willing to get another color, none available any longer in 16T.
I purchased two pair of shorts within the last two weeks, in a size 16. It's official. I'm there, finally. I've been wearing 18's for years, 10 or more anyway. This is a celebratory occasion for me, although I've still got 40 lbs. to go.
The question I'll never be able to answer though is this: why do I have to work so hard to find navy pants in my size? I can find black/khaki/gray pants in tall sizes all over the place.
I can't wait to wear them, although I'm going to spend the rest of the midwest summer wearing my size 16 shorts. My teaching days will arrive soon, and then I will have plenty of chances to show off my smaller navy pants (and body)!
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Yesterday I caught the Oprah show, it was about the debt diet, and probably a rerun. I seldom watch Oprah, but found yesterday's show intriguing.
Most of the people who were trying to eliminate their debt also lost weight, even though that wasn't their focus. Does the reverse work? Do people who are on weight loss plans also spend less money?
I'm contemplating walking to work every day possible, even in the cold, windy, winter. I'm a bit scared to make the commitment--I'd have to carry my work shoes, my lunch, and I'm a coach, so I'd have to walk to another location after school for practice, and what if. . . ? Its probably an 8 block walk--that sounds so easy, and for many, it probably sounds ridiculous that I'm even driving, but we drive everywhere out here in rural America!
Oprah also made me think about the money I do not need to spend, and I've really been thinking about this-- eliminating debt, saving money, diet, losing weight, exercise, and how all those things combine to make for a healthy lifestyle.
Thinking about all these things is good, but acting on them is rather scary for me.
I need to go to my classroom and school this morning and pick some things up. I think I'll walk!
Friday, June 18, 2010
The hip tendonitis refuses to go away, I've been refusing to let it keep me from exercising. Now we must have a showdown--either it goes away, or I take an exercise break.
I'm tough, I can work through this, take my pain reliever, keep exercising, stretching diligently, and it will go away. It kept me from sleeping comfortably last night. Is that my sign?
I hate the feeling I have right now, and I hate even more the "you'd better back off" message it has sent me.
Ok, stare down is over: I'll succumb, exercise suspended, hip relief expected: SOON.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
The joints are getting used to the running they are now being subjected to, but they were screaming this morning, not in a painful way, but in an "how dare you make me move more" way. I could not really muster up anything other than a sluggish pace with a burst here and there, but still almost 30 seconds slower per mile than my usual pace. Every body part just felt heavy. Ok, yes, I am, but heavy in a way that I couldn't make them work right.
I think I need to add some motivation. I'm going to search right now for a 5 or 10 K that I can train for that happens within a month, and that I don't have to drive hours and hours to attend.
Time to go clock some good 5K routes. Now I've committed, a running I will go. . .
Friday, June 11, 2010
I knew better, but that darn taco place was screaming my name, I was in a rush, and dang it, I'd been doing so great with my jogging all week, so what's a couple of tacos, potatoes with nacho cheese, and a diet soda? 910 calories, and as I looked at the nutrition info online, I was feeling right sick. Subway was next door at the mall , but their line was longer, and did I say I was in a hurry?
After a healthy dinner, and lots of water, and a huge dose of guilt-get over it-get on with it, I've decided to weigh in tomorrow anyway, face the brutality of that dang machine, and then exercise until I've burned 910 calories. That's my consequence for knowing better, but doing it anyway. Maybe Jillian will show up and kick my a**, goodness knows I need it!
UPDATE: Down 2 lbs, so the damage was slight, couldn't burn the 910 due to a nagging injury that reared its ugly head, but most of all I'm back on track. Thanks for your kind words of support.
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