Saturday, April 13, 2013
How is it that I can do two miles fairly easily on some days, but struggle with one mile on others? I set out walking yesterday with the intention of getting at least 2 miles in. On this walking track, it takes 2.5 laps to make a mile. I was barely through the first lap when I started breathing hard. By the end of the second lap, my legs were hurting. It wasn't like that good burn that comes with exercise, but actual pain that seemed to get worse the more I walked. So once I finished my mile, I called it a day.
It's strange. This is the first time I've got out of breath walking even though I've been walking a couple weeks now and do at least one mile each time. It's also the first time I've got this pain in my legs. I'm wondering if the two are related. I can't think of anything that's really changed, other than the fact my allergies are going crazy and I've been sneezing constantly. Could my allergies be causing me to breathe harder, and that in turn causing the pain in my legs?
Today the pain is gone, although a dull ache remains. I'm debating about whether to try walking again today or give myself the weekend off to give the muscles a break. I'm also considering trying some OTC allergy medicine to see if it helps.
Not getting my second mile in had an effect on my goal of 10,000 steps. I came in 2,000 steps short, which is roughly a mile. So no dollar in my savings jar. Today I'm making a conscious effort to move more, even if I don't get my walk in, so hopefully I'll be able to put my dollar in.
Yesterday my husband and I were talking and he made a comments that surprised me. We were talking about something and I made a disparaging remark about my weight, something he fussed at me about. He kept saying I wasn't as overweight as I acted so I asked how much he thought I weighed. Yes I'm a glutton for punishment.
For a minute, I thought he wasn't going to answer. Finally he said 200. On one hand, I was happy because I'm actually 50 lbs heavier than he guessed. On the other hand, it was a little depressing to hear him say that he thought I was that heavy. It doesn't matter that I am that heavy, heavier actually, no woman wants to hear her man's estimate of her weight start with a 2.
I laughed and said "I wish." Then he wanted to know what the real number was. I told him I might tell him when I got closer to my goal.
He has been encouraging about me getting healthier and losing weight though. This morning when I came out of the bedroom, he said I was looking good. A little later when our daughter wasn't in earshot, he continued that comment by saying I was looking sleek and sexy and if our daughter wasn't up, he'd be hauling me back to the bedroom. I have to admit it made my day.
Self-compliments for the day
1) Even though I'm a little over 100lbs overweight, my hubby still finds me sexy.
2) I got in 14 cups of water yesterday.
3) Even though dinner last night was my splurge meal, I managed to keep it within my calorie range and only slightly over my carb limit.
4) Yesterday I loaded up so many veggies on my low-carb wrap that they were overflowing it. I don't think I've ever had that happen.
5) I got some great suggestions for places to buy a sports bra so as soon as the new one arrives, I'll be able to kick things up a notch with cardio.