Wednesday, June 06, 2012
(See link to my new shoes in my last post.)
They felt good! They weren't cushy like my other running shoes have felt when they were new, but I felt confident in them. They're so beautiful. :) I haven't been doing much outdoor running lately, so my legs are a little sore today, but I felt good and maintained a similar pace to when I used to go regularly, if not even a little faster (which is still very slow - now that I know that Stop & Shop is exactly one mile from home, and it took me 13 minutes to run there - yikes. But that includes stopping for traffic....but still.). I haven't been really running for speed though. I can't, because I know there's no way that the 170+lb me can ever match the speeds that the 140-lb me used to hit. :(
[Edit - I calculated that I was running approximately 5.3 MPH overall. That's slow, but it's better than a 13-minute mile!]
On my way home I saw a woman who let her German Shephard do its business on my neighbor's front lawn and then just started to walk away, and as I was running by her (wouldn't have had the guts if I'd been just walking), I said, "You really should pick that up, you know."
Last night my brother and sister-in-law from California came to visit. It was my SIL's first time seeing our house ever, and my brother's first time since we'd done a ton of work to the house. I loved showing them around and having a guest room for them, and I made a big meal of whole-wheat angel hair pasta and meatballs, salad, garlic bread, Malbec, and cookie dough ice cream for dessert. My husband also made bruschetta for an appetizer. Although it's not particularly healthy I ate reasonably sized portions. And it was a last-minute thing, and what meal is easier to put together AND universally crowd pleasing like spaghetti and meatballs??
I know I'm not going to lose any weight though, and may even continue the slow and steady gain, until I get serious about calorie limits and tracking. I know I will eventually, I just have to have my motivation break through. Only 9 days of school left, so that may be the trigger for me. I hope.
Sunday, June 03, 2012
...with my new sneakers!
They are the freaking coolest sneakers I've ever owned. Sneaker shopping seems to have totally shifted since the last time I bought a new pair, only a few months ago. I felt like I had to choose between a barefoot type shoe (I was really tempted, but scared that it would hurt to wear them in the real world) or a chunky traditional sneaker. I think what I found was a perfect balance of the two! It's sleek which makes my huge size 9 feet not look as huge, and I just love the colors! You think these shoes have made me excited to work out? Heck yes!!
In other news, I tried foam rolling after a) noticing that my gym has foam rollers and b) watching a Coach Nicole video on how to do it. All the comments on the video said that it hurt, but it doesn't look like it would hurt so I didn't really know what people meant. Well, once I tried it I discovered that the pain kinda feels like you're bruised all up and down your leg. I'm not totally sure I did it right or got any benefit from it, but I tried it both yesterday and today.
A few blogs ago, I'd lost my motivation to work out. Well, it's back, full force, along with caffeine, haha. I'm still not tracking my calories. I think I am making really good food choices (I had fish and a salad for dinner), but as long as I don't track I'm going to eat enough that I don't lose weight and probably gain.
My hubby built us a kitchen island! He'd never done anything like that before, so I was really impressed! We hauled it into the kitchen tonight and ate dinner at it! And he also bought a hedge trimmer so our front yard is looking kind of manicured right now. :)
One other thing. I probably should just keep this to myself - it was very disturbing. This afternoon after the gym my hubby and I went to a taqueria for lunch in West Roxbury. We pulled into a parking space in front of the restaurant and before we got out of the car we noticed an older woman in a very unusual outfit sitting on a little wall on the sidewalk, surrounded by a bunch of bags. All of a sudden she stood up, pulled down her pants, and urinated on the sidewalk. This was on a busy sidewalk on a busy street in a cute part of Boston. I saw it quickly, gasped and threw my hands over my mouth as if I was about to throw up, and looked away. I didn't know whether to call the police, drive away, or what, but what I did do was just sit there (and lock my car doors). Then as quickly as it happened the woman walked away with all her bags, and people walked by as if nothing had happened! This woman clearly needs help, and did something that is probably illegal, maybe we should have called the police. I don't know. I'm surprised at how disturbed I was. I felt sick afterwards, and I kind of do now, writing about it.
Friday, June 01, 2012
I remember several years ago, before SparkPeople, I had a notebook where I'd write little promises to myself like the one in yesterday's blog, and then I'd grade myself the next day on how well I did. So far I'd get a 50%. I did the workout yesterday, but I was feeling yucky because a) I had eaten less than I was used to and b) the air conditioning at the gym was broken. So I went home and had a small handful of honey roasted peanuts, which was not on my tracker. So I added it in! Cheating? Haha. Then I decided I'd have a harmless side of vegetables with my pizza. That's fine. But then I had another couple handfuls of peanuts, the leftover rice from the night before, and a mini cup of Haagen Daaz for dessert. So...the exercise was a win, the eating was a fail. When it comes to eating, I need to find the magical balance between eating too little (which makes me feel awful and want to cheat) and eating too much (which is very, very, very easy for me to do and makes me gain fast).
Today I'm trying again to stay under 2,400 calories, but I think having the whole day preplanned backfired because I resisted the lack of flexibility. I will also get in some good cardio, but won't promise an exact amount of time for that same reason.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
I promise that I will:
*Eat only what is on my tracker today
*Do my full strength training workout this afternoon, and 10 minutes of cardio at the end
*Eat fewer than 2,400 calories tomorrow
Sunday, May 20, 2012
So for the past few weeks I have NOT been at ALL Sparkful. Eating has been a mess, no tracking, some days I didn't even log in to spin the wheel. And on top of that, the one thing I really prided myself in - the fact that I "always" work out, even when my eating is a mess - fell apart. It started the day my mother called me from the hospital as I was leaving school and about to head to the gym, about a month ago or so. I drove straight to the hospital to see her, and did not go to the gym that day. Then the next day, somehow the fact that I hadn't gone the day before justified me not going that day, either. That makes NO sense. But that was all it took, and suddenly I was only working out once or twice a week, down from just about every day for as long as I can recently remember.
I really haven't been feeling good lately. Of course I've had some things going on in my life that I can use (and have been using) as excuses, but I haven't felt truly vibrant in a long time. I'm coming home after school these days and eating and then napping, and I feel just as yucky when I wake up as I did when I went to sleep. I never feel really wide awake and energized. I've gained back all the weight I lost on my recent six-week challenge and then some, and it shows.
But I think I realized a big part of what happened to make me lose all my drive - and it's startlingly simple - COFFEE.
When I first realized there was a chance that I might be pregnant a few weeks ago, I cut out coffee, since I had read that the caffeine goes to the baby and can double your risk of miscarriage. I read that there is a safe amount you can drink, but I wanted to go all out on the safe side (ironic, huh. I had a miscarriage anyway). So I went from having 2 or more strong cups per day to a really small amount (same amount of water but barely any coffee grinds), down to nothing, fairly quickly. It was hard at first - I was falling asleep all the time that first weekend and had a constant mild headache - but the hardest part was over after a few days, and I was kind of proud about how quickly I was over my caffeine addiction, or so I thought at the time.
Well, fast forward to now, and I'm on a forced at-least-one-month hiatus from trying to conceive (standard medical advice after a miscarriage, I think), and I've been hesitant to add coffee back in because I don't want to go through the withdrawal all over again next time.
But this morning I woke up with a bit of a headache and my usual lack of energy, and I thought, heck, why not. So I just had a cup of coffee and suddenly I feel like my old self again. Awake, happy, singing, ready to go out and tackle the world, and maybe even ready to gear up to knock the extra pouds back down. And it hit me a few minutes ago - COFFEE is making all the difference. I guess I am an addict. And considering recent studies like the one described here:
...in which a correlation was discovered between drinking lots of coffee and living longer, I kind of don't mind that I'm an addict. Except for the whole increased risk of miscarriage thing, which I will have to deal with when I start trying to conceive again.
But for now, I think I will have a cup most days. Maybe not as much as I was having before, but a cup. Because right now I feel better than I have in weeks.
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