Thursday, June 07, 2012
I biked 40 miles yesterday, sort of by accident. I had to be downtown in the morning, which is about 10 miles, so I biked in. (I take dress shoes and skirt and blazer with me, and wear a shell top so that I can just pull the nice clothes on over my bike shorts and look at least passably professional.) Heading back, it was such a beautiful day that I decided to take the longer route home, which runs along the lakeshore and then through some lovely, quiet neighborhoods. By the time I was near home, I was already at 22 miles, so I decided to go for it. Today I'm planning on a 25-miler, as I need to start training back-to-back days in preparation for two long days of riding.
Tuesday night I attended a "prepping for multi-day rides" clinic at the local bike clinic. There was some good information about what to remember to bring, but the most helpful question that someone asked was what kind of fitness -- other than training for distance -- we should be focusing on to help on the ride. Both speakers agreed: yoga, and core training. Yoga obviously for flexibility, and the core training for relieving strain on the shoulders and arms by better supporting the body without just leaning into the handlebars. So that's what I'm going to be doing for the next couple months. I've wanted to get back to doing yoga for a while now, and this will provide the extra motivation I needed.
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
I called my mother today, and found out that:
1. My brother almost died of a heart attack, but the defibrillator in his chest kicked him back to life;
2. One of my sisters - the one who DIDN'T have major kidney surgery -- is now having kidney problems; and
3. My mom's doctor has sent Mom to a dialysis support program so she can be prepared for total kidney failure.
Apparently I should call more often. Because THEY clearly can't pick up the phone.
And of us four kids, I'm the only one who hasn't had serious kidney problems. My husband cited this as further proof that I was switched at birth.
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
I am having a terrible time accomplishing anything. I am completely off-schedule and need to get myself back on track.
Why is this so much harder to do than to say???
My life works best if I get up at 6:30. I've been sleeping until 8, sometimes 8:30.
My garden is a complete mess, the house isn't much better. I have work things that need to get done. Life always feels like it has several more hours if I just get myself up at 6:30, because I have so much done by 9.
Tonight I will set that alarm. Tomorrow I will get up at 6:30.
Time to be the grownup again.
Monday, June 04, 2012
For years, I have avoided the underwire bra. They aren't comfortable, and the wires poked me under the arms. When I was last thin(ish), I got talked into buying three underwire bras, but then they say in the closet for years.
Cue my daughter, and her quest to see me more fashionably dressed. As we were going through the closet, I sat aside two tops that I had recently tried on and that were still too small. She looked at them and demanded I try them on again, only with one of these proper bras and actually got "the girls" front and center on my chest.
Wow, those tops look *awesome*.
And she, of course, looked smug. "I told you it made a difference!"
"But I HATE them!" I wailed. "They aren't comfortable!"
She held up her hand with that look that would brook no argument. And so I wore one that evening when we went out.
I had to admit it. It really looked great. But as soon as we got home I FREED myself from that torture device and swore that I would stop wearing it as soon as the daughter went on her merry way.
So why am I sitting here now in discomfort? Why am I torturing my body this way?
Because she is right. It does look a lot better. My waist looks trimmer, everything is properly supported, and my clothes fit better.
It's like she opened Pandora's box. Now that I know, I can't just go back to the way it was before. Oh, sitting around the house I will let myself relax with a softcup bra. But when I tried to wear one out of the house the other day, and looked at myelf in the mirror? Couldn't let that happen.
Friday, June 01, 2012
Went to Sears today, because Dear Daughter works there and gets a discount, to pick up a few items of clothing to help me get through the transition time in this weightloss journey. I got a few cute things on the clearance rack, so that's good. By the way, that's the clearance rack in the regular size department. I can fit into those clothes again!
I also am exhausted, with a closet full of empty hangers. DD insisted that we go through my clothes and get rid of the ones that are too big. My goodness the pile of stuff that doesn't fit is LARGE. Some of my favorite things, too, though a few of them can be altered. That's a separate pile from the MOUNTAIN of Just Plain Too Big Stuff.
I also discovered that I can get back into the little black dress I wore as my wedding dress. This is bizarre because I am still 60 POUNDS HEAVIER than I was on my wedding day. It was the last thing in the closet, and on a whim I just wanted to see how close I was getting. When DD zipped it right up without any problem, I was GOBSMACKED. It's a bit snugger around the hips than it was that day, but I'm still easily into it. Talk about your nonscale victories!
But wow, I must have been in appallingly bad shape when we got married! I had peeled off 20 pounds or so with Atkins, and it was the last time I was ever under 200 pounds. If I continue working out like I'm doing now, I sort of wonder what shape I will be when I reach that mark again....
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