Monday, August 26, 2013
I am officially 14 weeks pregnant! I am very happy to be gaining weight, exercising with less gusto (weights are ok...crazy cardio not so much), and tracking food for the primary reason of protein and not calorie counting. It's like I changed my mind mid-sentence about what I was saying...but it's better than just okay, it's ideal.
In a nutshell, I have been doing a TON of reading on healthy weight gain, because I have twins. I have read, in general, that I should gain 20 lbs. in the first 20 weeks, roughly. My dr. is on board with this. Everyone has a different opinion, but I'm going to be very conservative and follow the rules there. The worst that could happen is that i get some chub. The best that could happen is that I could not be one of those crazy stories that I keep coming across on the internet...
Well, I would have changed to BabyFit by now, but I am a slave to the ol' iPhone and there is no BabyFit food ap for entering daily meals. This site is funny, because when I tried to change my goal to gain weight I get a ticker with a range of 0, 0 pounds gained, etc. I blew some poor little fuse somewhere. It's not a good place to track weight gain.
I'm still working with the trainer (only one month to go...what an amazing year it has been), but now it is a lot of arm work. I am so big that I can't lay on my stomach already, and some abs work makes me sad now. I've switched running for walks, and am considering swimming, which will mean getting a suit at some point....yoga turned into the worst thing ever, which I didn't expect. But I had some borderline bad experiences the last few times I went, even with my very favorite instructor, so for now I have quit and I'm not looking back (until I find a good pre-natal class.)
Anyway, what are other experiences with intentional weight gain, I wonder? I am so mystified...
Friday, June 07, 2013
So, I was thinking that it wasn't really fair to post that I lost weight when not eating sugar and make it sound that straightforward. What really happened is that I am trying to work with a dr. on some things, and I had a two week period of very simple rules:
No artificial sweetener
Carbs less than 40% of daily diet
Protein 25-30% of daily diet, as much non-animal based as possible
Increase of caloric intake--unlimited
So, I did this. Well, the refined sugar was only a part of what I was doing, but the thing I felt the most. Then, to keep carbs low and non-animal intake high, that cut out items like agave because beans, lentils, nuts, broccoli, etc all have great protein but also carbohydrates, and that was kind of the majority of my carbohydrate dedication. So, I could almost choose, like do I want to put orange juice in my smoothie, or would I rather eat a tortilla with dinner tonight? The caloric intake was kind of self-limitinig because...well, food was kind of uninteresting with no sugar and salt!
So interesting. I have never been on such a specific and niche diet before. But, in a way the dr. diet had some elements of the Atkins diet....which has always floored me and struck me as unhealthy...and I was able to eat more and actually not feel bloated, big, full of the gross 'meaty' feeling that I thought I would have when I first thought about what I was going to eat.
The good news is, is that it was a great experience, helped me achieve what I wanted to with flying colors, and I am very pleased and happy. And, though I would never picture going on the Atkins diet....I kind of did!
Friday, May 10, 2013
So...I have injured myself, I need to refrain from a bike ride, and it is supposed to be 80 degrees today. :(
I strained my ankle riding my bike on Monday. 16 miles to work, 16 miles home. Despite the discomfort I felt like a stud anyway because I thought "I have just ridden my bike 32 miles and the only thing sore is my little ol' ankle."
Then like a silly person I went to bootcamp class the next day, and totally wrecked myself. I'm talking "(Bleep) that hurts! What viper did I just get bit by?"
Well, as it turns out, the Achilles tendon is a common place to injure on a bike. Has to do with poor pedaling technique, they say, and I think that applies to me. I have a short bike rack and a long pannier, so I tend to hold my ankle just-so in order to avoid kicking the bag per every rotation.
Also has to do with stiff muscles and improper stretching, they say. Embarrassing but true, that totally applies to me. I go to yoga, but for some reason I start cold, even running, and don't really stretch post-workout unless it's in a class and the instructor says do it.
Here is what Livestrong has to say about it:
Oh well. In a way, good for me. I made a promise to myself not to ride today if my ankle still hurt. Even though it is supposed to be a dazzling day. So I got up this morning did my morning things, got dressed in bike gear, and hopped on my bike. I rode one mile, turned around, and changed into office clothes and drove to work.
Lame, lame, lame. But smart, smart, smart.
There will be other hot days.
Saturday, May 04, 2013
I won't even question why, but we are in the high 70's this weekend, expected temp of 83 on Monday (hmmm, is that a virus I feel coming on? hate to spread that around the ol' office...). I LOVE heat and sun. I'm eating this week up, and it is so far delicious.
Yesterday was 16 miles to work, 16 miles home. Here is the only scenic bike route picture I took:
It is alongside a slough for the first 7 miles, on a trail along the backside of everything, with nothing to see but pretty and nothing to smell but fresh.
Here is the running trail by my house--I walked past it on the way to the gym this morning, and looking forward to running there tomorrow:
Again, nothing to see but pretty. Nothing to do but go to the end of the trail, de-stress, let all of life's worries drop away at the approximate rate of 11minutes/ mile.
Hope you enjoy your weekend! I'm done at the gym, ate my fabulous banana smoothie (with mint this morning...it's like summer, I tell you!) and I'm off to contemplate how it could possibly be that the sun makes everything feel *this* good.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Or so I claim, anyway, but there is always more to the story.
Starting taking some pills, dr. orders. Hormones, actually, and I expect to see these in my future a lot over the coming months.
In a nutshell: Holy feels-different-but-not-even-there-yet.
I have gone over on calories for two consecutive weeks. And in fact, I'm lying; it's been more like three. I know I am gaining weight. I know that I am losing sight. Or, at least, shifting sight. Feeling very much like old me, not determined me. Just feel like the version of me who always wishes but doesn't do.
And there is no "losing this one thing is more important than the other'--it's all a big tumble of junk and stuff. I was a person aspiring to run a faster mile 3 weeks ago. Feeling like weight and numbers were a fun game to play. Feeling (biggest one here) like I HAVE ALREADY WON. I am fit. I am healthy. I have a lower resting heart rate. I am pumped full of oxygen. I win!!
But, that was soooo three weeks ago. Now I am stuffing my face, hiding, feeling pressure, feeling moody and anticipating. Not weighing myself. Working out like a crazy demon but not really feeling it. Not feeling healthy as much as addictive--gimme food, workout, whatever. Just gimmie.
Feeling, really, mostly like walking on eggshells. Scared to stay in this place and scared to move forward because everything feels just a little bit fragile. Scared to think that there is a 'what if' because all positive outcome is manifest of positive thinking, right? So the pressure to stay the course, believe in all this western medicine and feel only fantastic is overwhelming. Glorious (and I don't mean that at all sarcastically) but a big presence nonetheless.
So, I am eating. Eating my ridiculous face off. As emotional response, of course, not because I am really hungry for anything tangible (though, with a lack of what I really crave, chocolate seems to make a pretty passable substitute). What am I hungry for? The future. Crossing the river. To beat the odds. For modern science to pave the way. Think of a metaphor and I will apply it. That is what I want.
For some reason my trainer and I had moved to one night a week the past couple of weeks so that we could meet for an hour. It was supposed to be for one week, but I loved meeting for an hour (ate the pavement, I think they call that kind of workout...) so when I scraped myself up I decided we should always meet for an hour. But alas, I miss the psychological check-ins. Seven days can be a long time. I asked last week to switch back to 2 30-min blocks of time for the reality check. That starts up again this week. Thank goodness. I really appreciate having that anchor.
Then tonight, I had to run. Had to. Can't even face her look at me when she looks at my weekly stats. I owe that woman 3 miles. And, really, I owe me 3 miles, but you know, I do have a trainer because of my lack of accountability. so I actually was kind of more doing it for her...but the point is, I did it. Got my shoes on and got out the front door and ran my regular route. Even though I had just eaten a snack...
What did my husband say just this morning when I complained, complained about my own behavior...he said only "It all begins today"
So. That was a fair statement. A mighty fair statement.
It all begins today.
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