Friday, May 25, 2012
Work has been kicking my butt again and I just haven't had the time to go online and check out what's happening with all of you in SparkLand. I have to confess, I did kind of miss hearing what's going on with all of you. Slowly but surely I'll catch up with you.
And the other reason I've felt like I've been out of it is due to one margarita. Si, uno margarita.
Wednesday was my husband's birthday. He wanted to go to our local Mexican place so we could have margaritas and so he could order their chili con carne. We have affectionately named this chili "bowl of meat" because it is literally a bowl of meat. I guess that makes it Texas style chili? I had their chipotle chicken "burrito gigante del mundo" and let me tell you "gigante del mundo" is NOT an exaggeration. I ate maybe a quarter of it before I said "no mas". I just can't eat the quantities like I used to. And I ordered a "skinny" margarita on the rocks.
Well, let me tell you, that one margarita was a bad idea. It's kind of embarrassing to admit but I was drunk by the time I was done with my one margarita. Maybe it was the lack of sugar in the drink or the fact that I don't eat that much (as compared to before) with my alcohol but the alcohol got to me very, very quickly. We came home from dinner and I was ready to go to sleep (never mind, it was only 8 pm). That and I couldn't stop giggling (at least I'm a happy, silly drunk). The next morning I felt like I had been hit by a bus. I was hungover? Seriously? From 1 margarita? (and yes, I did try to consume more water to prevent dehydration from the alcohol but still).
20 lbs lost + 1 margarita = 1 very bad idea
Live and learn. Live and learn.
So the bad news is that despite trying to limit how much I ate, I probably still over-consumed when it came to food and alcohol.
But the good news is that I am now cured of any desire to consume alcoholic beverages at any of the Memorial Weekend parties we will be attending.
I hope everyone has a safe, happy, and hopefully not overly-indulgent holiday weekend.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Two weeks ago I blogged about hitting my goal weight. And I talked about how one of my biggest motivating factors to maintain is to be able to fit into this red dress, which is my favorite dress:
November 2008, the day after Thanksgiving, at a friend's wedding
Yesterday was my mother-in-law's 60th birthday party. The party was a lot of fun. It was good food and even better dessert (omg, that panna cotta...). I allowed myself the indulgence because who wants to be the sour puss that doesn't partake in a party, especially one that's as happy an occasion as this one?
My husband and I with his parents and my parents
The best part of the party was the chance to spend time with family members we don't get to see that often. My aunt-in-law flew in from Tennessee. My brother-in-law drove in from Virginia. And we totally and completely surprised my MIL by flying in my sister-in-law from California. My MIL completely flipped out when she saw Amy. It was the best use of our airline miles EVER.
Left to right: my brother-in-law, his girlfriend, my sister-in-law, myself, my husband
In front: my mother-in-aw
I decided to see if I could fit in the red dress. I could! Not only that, it was a bit looser than I remembered it being, mostly because *ahem* my chest seems to be smaller than before (isn't that always the case?). It was actually loose enough I was in danger of exposing myself slightly. But there is no way in h*ll I'm getting rid of this dress. It should be an easy enough fix. I just have to pinch a little under the arms (or in the front) and it'll be fine. Simple enough that even I who barely knows how to sew can do it. I love this dress! I'm not giving it up, no matter what!
May 19, 2012
So... fitting in red dress again... goal completed.
I have to say that after yesterday's bad run experience, being able to fit in my red dress again totally turned my day from bad to awesome. Now the question is what do I make my new goal? Hmm... I think I'm going to take my time with this one and just bask in the glow of knowing I can wear my favorite dress again.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Today, I officially finished my 5K your way training program. Never mind that I ran my first 5K (at the Bronx Zoo) 3 weeks ago and I actually ran most of it (with a few short walking breaks). I should have been able to finish the 5 week program before my Bronx Zoo 5K but life got in the way so I was only in week 3 by the time the 5K arrived. But I'm not one to quit AND I *really* wanted that SparkPeople trophy (yes, I'm extremely competitive by nature). So I've been using the last 3 weeks since my race to finish up the remaining 2 weeks I had left on the training program.
Ideally I'd like to run more often than I have but I just haven't been able to with my schedule lately. I'd like to go back to running 3X per week, especially since I've got another 5K on May 31st. And even though I now know that I can run 3.1 miles, I've been more or less using the run/walk intervals from the 5K training program. I find running continuously still to be rather hard and I think the biggest problem still is figuring out the pacing. For the Bronx Zoo 5K, I managed to pace myself really well by finding other runners going at a pace I felt comfortable with and syncing my pace with theirs. It's much harder when you're out by yourself. I run with music however so I'm wondering if I set up a dedicated playlist for just running that I might be able to do better with pacing. I'll have to experiment with that. So basically, I still have to figure this whole pacing thing out.
I don't usually go running in the morning but this afternoon we've got a party to go to (more on that later) and it's going to be hot today. The forecast is for a high of 80 and plenty of sun, which will just make it feel hotter. So I wanted to get out there before it got too hot. I realized there is one additional benefit to running at the Duck Pond. Since it's by water and the trees provide shade, it tends to be cooler than everywhere else. I also realized that if I do 3 longer loops around the Duck Pond, it's exactly 5K. So now I have a good way to measure my pacing.
Even though I got to the Duck Pond at 9:30 am, it was still hotter than I prefer for running. It made things hard. And I must also be allergic to something there that releases their pollen in the morning. Towards the end of the run, I had to stop and walk because I could barely breathe. The congestion was terrible and I had even taken allergy meds (OTC) before I went out. I think it's time to finally see my doctor regarding my allergies. I need better or different meds or something. I hate not being able to breathe when I run.
I've also been lucky so far in that I've never felt sick or anything during my runs. I usually eat a banana or an English muffin or a granola bar beforehand and I feel fine. But today, my husband had made coffee since he had gotten up early (again, more on that later) and I had half a cup along with my English muffin an hour before I went out. Of course I used half and half in my coffee. I think it must have been the half and half that made me want to puke when I was in my last loop-around. Thank goodness I had hardly anything in my stomach. Otherwise, I would have been sick in public.
So today was not my best run. I didn't feel great afterwards like I usually do and was just so thankful it was finally over. But hey, I finished it. I really wanted to quit after 1 loop around but I forced myself to keep going. And you know what, loop 2 became that much easier. And despite my desire to puke and/or the inability to breathe, I still managed to complete the 5K in 36 min. I still have a lot I've got to figure out when it comes to my body and running but things can only get better from here, right?
So the party we've got later is a birthday party for my mother-in-law's 60th birthday. She knows of the party but she doesn't know the extent of how big this is going to be or the fact that so many of her friends she hasn't seen in awhile will be there too. The biggest surprise however will be that my sister-in-law Amy will be there. My husband Mark travels a lot for work and has a ton of airline miles. Since Amy couldn't afford the ticket out here, Mark used his miles to buy her a ticket. That's why we were up early this morning, to pick up Amy at the airport. I'm really excited for today. I know my mother-in-law is going to be beyond thrilled to see Amy.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
The blog ideas are swirling in my head but I have been super busy with work, and well, life so I haven't had the time to sit down and write them. But worry not, SparkFriends, the blogs will come because if I let these ideas fester any longer in my head, I think my brain will explode. Even I, the biologist, find explode-y brains kind of gross. Today's blog is not the one I had originally intended to post for today but so be it.
I am a HUGE (ice) hockey fan and a die-hard New York Rangers fan (I hope I haven't turned any of you off with that). I have been a fan since I was a kid, not because my family was into it but because my friends were. I then turned my family into fans. No, I never played hockey and I totally suck at skating but I know and love the game. I can see myself becoming a pee wee hockey coach in the future though when I have kids.
The Eastern Conference finals started last night. You can call it the Battle of the Hudson: the New York Rangers versus their cross-river (and divisional) rivals the New Jersey Devils. It's a bitter rivalry between these two teams. In 6 meetings this season, there were 11 fights on the ice. I went to a regular season game between these two teams and witnessed 2 fights in the crowd (which I don't condone, the fighting should stay on the ice). Their last meeting in the Eastern Conference finals in 1994 was epic. It was a legendary battle. The Rangers went on to win that series with a thrilling double-overtime victory in Game 7. They eventually went on to win the Stanley Cup (their first in 54 years).
But I can't think like that this time. I am too superstitious to allow myself to think that way. Isn't it funny how sports can turn otherwise intelligent and rational people into the most superstitious irrational blabbering idiots? I am a scientist and my entire life is governed by reason and logic. And yet, when my team plays, I have to follow certain "rules" so that I don't jinx them. I have to wear my Winter Classic scarf during the playoffs since they've won every time I've worn it. It was 80 on Saturday and I was still wearing this thing. Yes, I know I am crazy.
I think I would have enjoyed Game 1 more if I hadn't been a Rangers fan. It was a great hockey game. It was fast. It was physical. There was skill displayed by both teams. And phenomenal goaltending on both sides. Through 2 periods of play there was no scoring but it was still thrilling to watch nonetheless. But, of course, since I had a vested interest in the outcome, I was watching the game on pins and needles.
You would think having survived two Game 7s in this playoffs already that I would be less nervous for Game 1. Nope. I was in fact, more nervous than I have been since the playoffs started. During the second period (when the Devils were dominating), I really, really wanted to eat something. Munch on something, anything. I needed food in my mouth to distract me from the game. I am not normally a nervous eater but the game was driving me insane. It's so silly to talk about how a game stressed me out to the point that I wanted to shove food into my mouth to deal with it. It was so hard to resist the temptation to shove an entire bag of chips into my mouth (I don't even like chips!) or eat the entire pint of ice cream I have in the freezer. It took every ounce of willpower I owned not to do that. I have come so far and done so well, I was not going to let this game unravel me. I was bad enough as it was this weekend food-wise (a topic for the future) so why continue the streak when I didn't have to?
So instead of using food to deal with my anxiety, I decided to pace the living room. I watched the remainder of the game walking back and forth. For some reason, I found this soothing.
Well, the game finally ended (the Rangers won 3-0) and I managed to survive my intense desire to eat copious amounts of junk. I managed. Somehow. In this game called weight loss, it's all about the small victories. Tomorrow night for Game 2, I'll be back to pacing the living room.
For those of you who are avid sports fans, how do you deal with a "stressful" game?
P.S. As an example of how insane I am about the Rangers, I have a story to tell you. When my husband and I first started dating, I found out that he grew up in NJ. I knew that some people from north Jersey are Rangers fans whereas others are Devils fans. So I had to ask him the all important question: Was he a Rangers or a Devils fan? I don't think we would be married today if he hadn't answered "Rangers."
My husband and I at this year's Winter Classic (New York Rangers at Philadelphia Flyers, Citizens Bank Park, Philadelphia, PA)
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