Wednesday, August 08, 2012
My SparkCoach task is to blog about how I waste time. As someone who juggles email, texting, straightening my hair, and pooping all in one sitting, I'd say that I try to do a good job of making the most of my time. I usually try to do too much, though, which ends up taking from my health. Today, for example, I decided to file instead of finishing the classroom set-up for the first day of school. Now I have to go back to work to finish instead of going climbing like I had planned to.
Wednesday, August 01, 2012
Logging my nutrition is pretty time consuming, so I find myself trying to knock it out while I'm eating whatever it is I'm logging. It's like sitting down at the table with a robotic nutritionist. As the food enters my mouth, I'm watching visual feedback of how it contributes to my daily health.
Logging food is motivational for two reasons. First, I get immediate feedback about the value of what I'm eating. This helps me choose wisely and to cement in my mind the details I need to remember for food choices for the rest of the day. Logging food is also motivational because it prevents me from overeating. How? It's so damn time-consuming that sometimes I just don't feel like going through the trouble! That makes mindless snacking a lot less enticing.
Sunday, January 08, 2012
I have joined the BLC18 and already know that this is going to be the support and motivation that I've been looking for. I keep thinking about how, in just three months, I'm going to be ten pounds lighter - finally rebreaking that 150 mark! I can't wait!
I loved how I felt when I finally reached the 140s the first time, and have really missed being there. This may sounds cheesy, but it's true: I'm so proud of my future me. I am so awesome for doing what it takes every day to make the slow trend towards success. It's hard to track nutrition, avoid the treats and indulgences, and get sweaty every day, but my future me did it.
I hate to admit it, but I'm terribly envious of my future me, too. My future me looks hot in a skirt and tights and is starting to fit into size 8s again. I have a nice a** in those tight jeans - the ones my old me is currently hiding in the "skinny bins" on top of the shelving unit.
My future me went through a month and a half of rehab, restarted softball and running, and started climbing again. I'm so flippin' rad for losing that belly fat; I finally look good again in my form fitting clothes.
So my future me is thin, hot, and happy. I am proud of my(future)self for doing what it takes to get here, but I don't hold anything against my(old)self for how long it took her to get started. I just look back sometimes to remind myself that I was unhappy and insecure with all that pudge; that it's not worth the trivial instant gratification of sleeping in or closet-eating too much granola and chocolate.
It helps me to remember how hard it was to get here: how much discipline I had to have every day to track my nutrition - honestly - and to get to the gym early enough to do aerobic. It helps to remember that I felt dowdy and my clothes didn't fit; that I was awfully jealous of my thin me, and spent a lot of time sulking and avoiding. It's just not worth going back to that again. I know what works and need to keep doing it - for my health and happiness.
Life's too short for envy. I'd rather be proud.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
I decided to move this off my introduction page and to a blog post.
I "shattered" (surgeon's words) my ankle playing softball on November 27th and will be able to start rebuilding my leg beginning on approximately February 19th. The surgeon says I should be able to play again in March. I'm trying some modified exercises in the meantime to rebuild the quad and hamstring on that leg.
My goals during this time are to:
*lose 12 pounds
*lose 3 inches around my middle
*reduce my calorie intake to match my lower energy expenditure
*learn and do chair exercises to continue my strength and aerobic training
*maintain strength as much as possible in the muscles of my injured leg
*be able to pick back up where I left off once the doctor gives the okay, instead of my usual mental block to exercising after a health set-back
My partner says that when I have a health problem, I "go all the way." For just one example, it is estimated that 70% of Arizonans have had Valley Fever, but only 1% of those cases are severe. When I contracted Valley Fever, I was one of those 1%.
Health problems really set me back, not just because they limit me physically, but more so because I am psychologically resistant to picking back up where I left off before I got sick. I guess this is because I grew up with the very legitimate fear that doing exercise when I was sick could cause me to die. This was true as a child, but is no longer. I am working hard to overcome this mental obstacle.
I grew up with severe exercise-induced asthma and wasn't allowed to be active. I now see an asthma specialist, so I'm able to control my asthma enough to be active about 90% of the time. I've discovered that I'm very athletic at heart, even though I don't have any of the skills others might, due to not having been able to participate in P.E. or sports growing up. My all-time favorite is softball, and I also love running, strength training with my trainer twice a week, indoor rock climbing, roller skating, ANY team sport, and sometimes hiking, swimming, and whatever else comes my way.
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