Thursday, February 21, 2013
The March issue of Health just came out. I'm on page 66.
Friday, December 31, 2010
So...I'm 35 today and still 18 pounds away from my goal; I guess I'm as close as I'm gonna get for 2010. :) The scale says the same thing it said the other day, and the other day before that...I'll confess I was hoping that I would wake up today, get on the scale, and find that it had magically dropped a pound (or two), but no such luck. :) Anyway, here is what I consider a semi flattering picture, since I haven't posted one since I started this process.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
The first 7 miles werenít bad, the next 3 were a little more difficult, especially when I started feeling some mild, persistent pain in my right calf, and the last 3 miles were an exercise in self-loathing.
Last night I looked up the weather forecast for today, it predicted a 100% chance of rain from 10:00-11:00AM (the race started at 10:30), 90% by noon and 80% by 1:00óthe forecast was correct on all accounts. Temperatures were supposed to start out at about 37 degrees and reach a high of 42óright again (as far as I could tell). It actually wasnít too bad for most of the run, although it rained off and on, but the last 3 miles were a downpour of freezing, pelting, uncomfortable rain. My feet were sloshing, squishy wet sponges that became more and more difficult to lift as I reached the end.
And, when I reached mile 10 it was right back at the starting line, and Brett and his kids were waiting nearby; Gabi ran over and grabbed my legs, thinking the race was over, when I explained that I had 3 more miles to run, Aric yelled, ďyouíre kidding me!Ē After that the freezing deluge began, and they got in the car and followed me for a bit, slowing down to cheer me on, then going on ahead to wait for me to catch up. When I got to the last half mile or so I could no longer tolerate the sopping wet sweatshirt tied around my waist and sliding down my legs. Aric and Anna were waiting by the car on the side of the road and Aric ran over and took it for me. When the last 500 yards were in sight Brett let me know this and I was able to 'book it' as much as was physically possible for me to book it, at that point.
All I can say is that I didnít walk any of it, although sometimes my speed was particularly slow and the only believable manifestations of a Ďruní were my high-energy, swinging arms. But, I didnít stop for breaks, and most importantly, I finished it and itís OVER. WOO-HOO!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
So thereís about four weeks left to my 35th birthday (December 31st), the day I set in my sights as the marker for finishing my goal to lose 140 pounds. At the moment I am 25 pounds away from my final goal. The reality is that Iím not going to get all 140 pounds lost by my birthday, but when I started the process of trying to lose weight and inculcating healthier habits into my lifestyle, I tried to make projected allowances for life and the ultimate lack of control one sometimes has over oneís body. I told myself that even if I was 10-20 pounds off I would still shoot for 140 in order to keep me motivated. And, donít get me wrong, I donít plan to stop just because my birthday will come and go and I will have 10-20 pounds left to lose.
I tentatively started the process of reclaiming my body from obesity in July of 2009, when my brother talked me into tacking another 3 weeks onto a visit with his family that had already lasted 3 weeks. The first 3 weeks I read and loafed. The second three weeks I worked my butt off (in between more reading and loafing). Earlier in the year Glenn had challenged his 16-year-old son to do an Olympic distance triathlon, in preparation they had worked up to it with several smaller, sprint triathlons. In the true spirit of older sibling cajoling, he committed me to do one in the summer of 2011. At the time I was no where near physically able or mentally ready to train for a triathlon, even a sprint triathlon; so in the meantime he contented himself with cracking a work-out whip that had me exercising three times a day: 30 minutes on the elliptical machine, 20 minutes of swimming, and an hour or more of walking. I remember agreeing to this plan because I wanted to prove to him that I was capable of doing all that work, but usually I chose not to. I didnít lose a lot of weight, if any, during those three weeks, but I came home with a different sense of who I was, or rather who I could be. In August I continued to walk and watched my diet, cutting out sugar altogether; I lost 15 pounds that month. Fueled by success, I resolved to lose 140 pounds by my 35th birthday (16 months from then). I called Glenn and talked him into going off sugar with me for a year (when younger siblings cajole itís called whining, by the way)ójust to see if I could do it (actually it didnít take much convincing, he readily agreed to ax sugar with me).
Itís been 15 months since that conversation and I can now wear a size 12 (I started at a 24), I am able to run 10 miles, I completed a triathlon (a year early) this past July, and Iím over 3/4th of the way to my weight loss goal. So during the next two and four weeks I will be counting down the time to two important datesóDecember 18th, the day I will run a half marathon, and December 31stómy 35th birthday and my day of reckoning. J I plan to work my hynie off over the next 4 weeks and try and get as much weight off as possible, in order to meet my deadline. And, Iím actually a little terrified to run 13.1 miles in the real race. Not that I plan on or care about placing, but Iíve been running on a gym treadmill for at least a month now (cold weather), and I just donít want to end up lying on the side of the road, curled up in a fetal position because the race terrain is so much different than the treadmill. That being said, if youíre a praying person, on December 18th, say one in my behalf, PLEASE!
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