Sorry folks, I totally missed last weekend's scheduled blog. Things are very "same ol' same ol'" around here. I weigh the exact same as I have since the beginning of February, which is probably good considering my (lack of) weight loss effort lately.
The running is going well: I'm up to 6k+ on my longest run and my feet are generally doing alright. I have some pain on the left foot but it's more prevalent going up and down stairs and wearing poor shoes than during or shortly after running, so I guess I'm doing things right (in terms of running, less so with the splendidly unsupportive rubber boots... but for those of you who don't live on the Wet Coast of Canada, let me tell you: it's been a doozy of a week!) I went for my run tonight all by myself, as Max wasn't feeling well and Cass prefers to run when it's not raining, and will instead get up early and try her luck in the morning. (Ugh, I'd take pounding rain over early morning a million times over!) It was 4.5k in the kind of rain that bounces up out of the puddles because it splats down so hard. I ran on Tuesday by myself, too, on my lunch break at work. It was lovely to run the sea wall again - times like that make me miss living in the heart of the city - and the pouring rain stopped just as I was going out the door, and although it started again when I turned around in Stanley Park, it was just a mist for the way back. It's good for me to run by myself. Training with Max and Cassie has been really good in terms of forcing me to pace myself, but there's a lot more mental refreshiness to a solo run. So that's running. Middle of week 8 of the training plan. Feeling strong.
Strength training hasn't been so great this week. I did a P90X Arms & Shoulders video late last week (I think?) and that's about it. I keep NOT doing my runner's strength, which is dumb and pure laziness. I have to work at it.
Drinking water is coming along. I've been better at keeping my 750-mil water bottle full and have also been drinking lots of mint tea at the office lately. There have been a few "bad" days, but I do feel better when I get a through a couple water bottles before I head home.
I'm dragging my feet now... but I have to talk about food. It hasn't been great. It hasn't been AWFUL, I've been adding in more fruits and veggies and focusing on "real food" snacks as much as I can, saving granola bars and the like as pure back-up emergency stash. Max and I have continued planning our meals for the week, ensuring we have the groceries required and cooking wholesome meals with veggie or salad accompaniments. We made a yummy beef stew with lots of veggies (and I'm counting red meat as a good choice due to my lower-than-ideal iron levels during my last bloodwork... eating lots of citrus alongside my iron, too!) However, if meals are good, and snacks are generally okay... it's the sweets. Ohmigosh the sweets. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't seem to get through a day lately without chocolate. Often a few times a day. It's crazy! I'm not eating large portions, maybe two squares of the 70% dark chocolate that typically lives in my desk drawer, maybe one cookie if a friend brings them in to work or a small handful if I'm at my parents' and they have candies out. (Mini eggs, you are evil.) I'm trying to be good, sometimes... One of the senior engineers bought doughnuts today, and brought me a blueberry muffin since I don't like doughnuts - so thoughtful, and so unnecessary - and (after thanking him profusely and making sure he wasn't looking) I tossed it over the cube wall to my neighbour who's training for a half marathon AND a long-distance cycling event, snowboards 2-3x/week, bikes in to work every day, and is generally a walking stomach. When another buddy brought in homemade chocolate chip cookies earlier this week, I split the one he left on my desk and gave half away. On the monthly "Cake Day" to celebrate office birthdays, I took two very tiny slices (vanilla and chocolate) rather than one or two giant wedges. And ironically, I've stopped putting sugar/sweetener in my tea. But even those so-called redeeming choices don't cancel out the after-dinner sweets. I am going to quit the evening sweets right now. (And yes, the snack-sized bag of Mini Eggs is, conveniently, just finished... hence the sugar-fuelled surge of willpower, bahaha!) Decaf tea, healthy snacks if necessary (seriously, "are you hungry enough for cottage cheese" really weeds the boys out from the men!) and a change of scenery are what I need instead.
And early to bed. Earlier. I keep saying that. I'm doing alright though. Max thinks he's coming down with a cold but I'm solid, and I've been doing more running than he has. More exertion, more rest. Gooooo immune system!
I went shopping with a girlfriend last night and had mixed feelings about it. I'm still feeling a bit fat and disappointed and shy-ish since I'm up a pant size and 10 lbs since spring/summer last year. I finally broke down and bought another pair of size 11 work pants, since I firmly believe in avoiding muffin-top and was getting sick of the same 3 pairs of pants. I also picked up a pair of cardigans and a pair of tank tops... the cardi-sweater-over-tee-or-tank combo is going well for me these days now that I've got a bit around the middle that I'd like to camouflage. We also went into one of those teeny-girl stores (you know the type, that carry XXS, XS, S, and maybe a smallish M) and I sat on a way-too-low leather chair outside the change room while my girlfriend decided between small and extra-small stretchy leggings and the staff and other shoppers strutted around in ridiculous trendy outfits giving each other judgemental looks. There was both a little bit of feeling unwelcome and uncomfortable (and mildly judged for my size M-to-L self) and a bit of feeling like I had grown out of that teenaged mentality. Elsewhere I tried on a pair of mint green skinny jeans which were ADORABLE but didn't fit (gaping in the waist, even the size 30, but tight in the legs) and I don't think I'd have the self-confidence right now to pull them off. This is one more reason I need to get back into some strength training. It's funny to feel self conscious again! Bah. Crazy.
Looking ahead, as is only appropriate at the end of an oblogatory: I'm going to keep it simple and just focus on cutting out the sweets. And getting more water. And sleep. Right-o.
Hugs to my chickens! I'll try to get online more regularly. Work's been busy (no lunchtime internets-while-eating) and evenings are jammed (or, you know, I'm reading that last George RR Martin book and don't want to trade the Kindle for Lappie). How are all of you doing? I miss you! Hugs! Happy pi day!