Thursday, December 13, 2012
(Today's post inspired by the antics at my birdfeeder)
A young robin and a baby squirrel were talking one day.
"You know, my goal is to one day reach the top of that tall tree over there."
"Really? That's my goal too"
So the two friends set out on their adventure. The squirrel scampered on the tree trunk and branches and the robin flew thru the air. When the squirrel got tired, the robin shouted encouraging things at him, and the squirrel kept going. When the robin got tired, he would rest on a branch for a bit. The squirrel would come onto the branch and they would keep each other company for a bit. When the robin caught his breath, he took off again and the squirrel kept climbing also.
In this way, they kept each other company on their journey, while each making their own way to the top of the tree.
At the top of the tree, the two friends paused to enjoy the view and savor their victories.
"You know, it must have been very difficult to do all that climbing," said the robin to the squirrel. "I dont think I could have done it that way myself."
"Well in case you hadnt noticed," responded the squirrel, "I could not have flown, as I dont have wings!" They both laughed. "But I could not have done it without your encouragement either."
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
(warning: this has got to be one of the most disorganized and random collection of thoughts I have ever put into written/blog form. My writing teacher would send it back, but I'm gonna push publish because I have other things to do.)
Yesterday I got on the scale for the first time in 38 days (I use Wii, and it tells me).
In this 38 day period, I went back to not-working and the mental readjustment that involved. There was depression, isolation and many many trips to my son's Halloween Candy stash. (I think I've eaten more of it than he has.) Thanksgiving and a PR on the 5K (28min!) meant "I coulda been a contender." within the first 300 finishers.
Exercise was a cycle of ... blech. I didnt want to go. So I didnt. But then I felt like @$$ without my daily endorphin rush. So I felt like more of an @$$; I knew why I felt bad, but I couldnt get moving. Then when I did go, I was "doubling" (doing 2 classes). Alpha and Omega. And then eating like crazy because I was hungry. My pudge is pooching.
My weigh in yesterday was a non-official weigh in as I had just had an enormous lunch, actually ended up skipping most of dinner, was wearing jeans and a sweater. Still, I said I gained.....0.7 lbs. So after all of that skipped workouts and bad eating, I only have 1lb of remorse? Somehow it doesnt seem fair. I should be made to suffer more for my non-exercise, candy-eating sins.
Basically, I'm not being consistent with my diet and exercise. Mentally, I know this is going to catch up with me...eventually. I'm getting better with the candy...or I dont like what is left and am getting smarter about not eating it if I dont like it. I'm also being more aware that spending a day without exercise opens me up to the dark demons of depression that lurk around in my psyche. Endorphins are my shield against them.
I'm actually happy with my weight. Now I'm working on my shape and strength. I was getting very burned out at the end of August and I'm enjoying the workouts that I do. It takes me about 2 hours to triathlon, so by doubling classes, my thought is I am keeping the endurance going. (Sadly, no, my gym does not offer Spin classes)
Yesterday I was on the recumbent bike (better to see the TV, my dear!) and pushed thru 30 min, staring at the clock, willing those last 3 min to MOVE FASTER. But I stuck it out and then jumped on the treadmill for 30 min of walk/run intervals. I'm too wussy to run outside but the treadmill is ... dull!
Solution to my problems....not really one. Time heals all. Its the holidays and I have given myself permission to be imperfect. Do the best that I can when I can. There's been a steady rotation of bag salad for lunches. Eat over the Tracker. Double or not at all as the spirit moves me. The end of January will bring a new training plan and resolve. If I can be as bad as I've been for the past 38 days and only gain 1lb? What about when I'm conscious of it, try to be better?
There is no point in my flogging myself because there are SO MANY people that are out there who exist to nitpick on our imperfections. Its THE HOLIDAYS! There will be treat foods and parties and its cold so exercising outside isnt quite as lovely as it was earlier in the year. There will be plenty of time for me to catch up on my running fitness! (although less, if I manage to get XC Boots for my skiis) I will not berate myself and feel like I am less than my wonderful self. I will do what I can, when I can.
I will set new goals, plan a strategic and FUN racing season....in January.
Now. Pass the cookies.
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
Do you bring treats into the office? Do you want to do something nice for the staff at your Child's school? Would a thank you at the Doctor's be appropriate?
Instead of slaving in the kitchen for some baked goods, (half of which *I* will eat!) why not give a Crate of Clementines. I do this routinely for my son's school. They are healthy, dont need to stay in the fridge, & can hang out for a few days without attracting mice.
And for those of us whom money is an object: my store currently sells them for $5.
The thought really does count!
Thursday, November 29, 2012
For those of you that dont know, Zumba has a special "Zumba For Kids" program called "Zumbatomic" Its fun. My son seriously LOVES Zumba (I do too) and this is the only time its offered.
When my local studio started offering it, it was primarily me and another woman and both of us used to dance with the kids. Great fun was had by all. Sadly, lack of interest forced the owner to cancel the classes after ~9 months.
Zumbatomic recently came back so Child and I have started going again. While I am thrilled to see more kids which gives me hope for its continuation, the current crop of parents DONT DANCE. And while I understand that this is the norm of dance classes (Who's seen a parent do ballet? Jazz? Gymnastics? Even sports: you can help, but not do it WITH them) I am a little bit sad about not being able to dance with my son.
And before you say "Well just go dance with him." You've obviously never seen social pressure in action. The first time we went, I danced quietly on the sidelines and DEFINITELY got more than a few odd looks.
So this is my plan going forward:
Forward arm raises
Side Arm Raises
(Remaining time, stretching)
(I take other suggestions! - She has 5lb weights, but no mats)
I figure I can do these quietly on the other side of the room, away from the chairs and while I'm sure I'll still get some looks, at least it will be obvious that I am quietly exercising. The room is darkish and kept at a "Night Club" feel.
I really would prefer to dance, but there is only so much boat rocking my ego can handle. Sometimes I'm awesome. Sometimes its like being back in HS where I'm just another scared person who is still seeking approval of my peers.
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