Thursday, February 03, 2011
Trying to get February ick out of my system, so I'm going to work on getting some movement back in my life. Tom and I are going to Cancun at the end of March, with some other friends who are also celebrating a 20th anniversary this spring. We made a pact to sit on our butts and eat junk and not exercise until we go, but I have a feeling that a few of us might not be holding up their end of the deal...so I'm not going to, either.
I bought a pedometer the other day at Dicks. I'd like to do 10K steps a day, I think yesterday I got to about 8K...without really trying, just doing regular stuff. Today I am only up to 1000, but I have a feeling it might not be working right, because by this time yesterday I was at 3k, and I don't think I was doing alot more walking. Huh.
Anyway! going to walk to the copier again, that's another hundred steps or so!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
As I was dragging my sorry tired butt up the stairs this morning to put my lunch in the fridge, it occurred to me that I haven't been doing the things that were working for me just a few months ago. I was feeling pretty good, exercising alot and being comfortable with myself.
Right now, I'm tired and cranky and depressed. I have been going home from work and, instead of getting out and enjoying the beautiful weather, working in the yard, connecting with my kids, I've been plopping myself on my bed and watching TV or reading. I keep waiting to feel better so I can get out there and resume my life.
It could be a little God voice, but I'm wondering if maybe, just maybe, if I resume my life, I'll start to feel better!?! I've heard somewhere that if we act 'as if', then it's a strong possiblity that the act will start to feel real. I know that certainly works with negative thinking. Maybe I'll try the positive version.
My friend Meddypeddy posted a list of things that motivate her, so I'm going to come up with some things that I want to happen, and act 'as if' they are really working for me!
1) I have more energy when I take a little time out of my day to exercise.
2) When I start hearing the jungle drums beating in my mind, I can exercise, and they will get a little quieter.
3) Eating whole foods and no sugar or refined carbs keeps me on an even keel emotionally and energetically
4) drinking lots of water dilutes out the bad karma chemicals--and I get more exercise because I'm running to the bathroom every 20 minutes!
5) I'm not doing anything else productive by sitting here feeling pathetic, so I might as well spend that time taking care of myself. then I might just be able to BE useful!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
I've kind of fallen off the wagon here, and even though I've logged on every day, I haven't been doing the things that were working for me when I first came here. I stopped logging my food, my water, haven't even been going to the gym, which was really beginning to show benefits for me! All that junk "they" tell you about exercise is true: increase energy, stamina, mood. Even my hubby was starting to notice some changes.
So I slacked off.
Time to get back to it! Today is cardio kickboxing at noon, and I did remember to bring the appropriate clothes, so I'm going to make every effort to get there and get some serious sweating done. I am such a mess in that class. I'm way older than everyone else, and I haven't a lick of rhythm, but I feel good when I am done!
I've been really stuck in an escape mode lately, reading a ton of trashy fiction...I have a book on CD in the car, another audio book going on my Blackberry, about three novels next to my bed...gee, do ya think maybe I should try to set some limits there? Portion control apparently doesn't just apply to food...although my other escape, doing needle work and watching movies, is kind of off limits right now because I've developed a terrible case of tendonitis in my elbow (I wouldn't call it tennis elbow...maybe knitter's elbow?) and I think I'd better give it some serious rest before I have to resort to cortisone shots and strong drugs. Bleh.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
There is a conventional wisdom in recovery circles that "resting on your laurels" is bad. Okay, maybe it's not just recovery circles, maybe the whole concept of resting on ones laurels is universal, hence the existence of the phrase.
I have heard and understood this, but I think I am "getting" it this week more so than I have in the past. last Tuesday I went to the most kick-ass exercise class I've ever been to. It was Turbo-Kickboxing, and it kicked me! I have never been so sweaty, even in child birth. I had been doing really well with my food tracking and so on, and had begun to see the scale move a tiny bit farther in the preferred direction. On Turbo-Tuesday, I worked out so hard that I felt like I deserved a bit of pizza, which was over my planned food alottment, but hey, I earned it!
While I was fortunate not to get terribly sore, I did feel the aftereffects of that great workout for a few days, so I kept believing that I was entitled to just a little more than I had had the day before...and then came the weekend...eating out...and then my son's birthday, and so on.
And then this week has been very busy. I haven't been to the gym since Monday. Did I cut back to a normal amount of food? Interestingly, NO!
This morning, a startling realization--I have been rationalizing all the calories I've consumed based on one workout over a week ago! I think I understand what "They" mean when they tell you not to start off to strong in a fitness program. I didn't hurt myself, or turn myself off to exercise, but I did WAY more than I was ready for psychologically, perhaps.
So, it's back to the beginning for me today. I plan to earn as many points as I canby logging my food and water, exercising sensibly and staying connected. I'd like to say I plan to set a points goal, but experience tells me that I balk at that kind of thing...when I am told I HAVE to do something (even by myself!) I get resentful. I will just plan to do as much as I can and be surprised at how well I do!
Monday, January 25, 2010
That is my headline for today...my newest revelation. I work at a university and work out in the fitness center at the Med School. While I am not the oldest nor the heaviest person exercising there, I am always amazed at how much younger and more fit most of the other women in the locker room are.
(I know that is a grammatically terrible sentence, but I don't have three hours to mess with it)
I work out most days and do my best to get as sweaty and noodly as possible in the hopes that gravity won't win the battle quite yet, but I'm not so good at doing core strengthening exercises outside of my yoga class. Then I go in the locker room and take off my sweaty shorts, trying to sqeeze far into the corner so noone gets hit by flapping waves of thigh. I try to get my pants back on quickly, sucking in my gut as much as is humanly possible. Like the twenty four year old med students who run marathons are going to be fooled into thinking I am one of them?
But then it occurred to me, while wishing I could be comfortable in my own skin, that all that gut sucking has got to count as an exercise, don't you think? It ought to be worth at least 10 spark points every time I change clothes in the locker room.
And the contortions I go through trying to make the back boobs and side boobs contribute to the front boobs ought to be worth a little bit, too...
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