This is the paper calender I made for myself and have hanging at home. I put it on the back of the front door, which is not only visible from the kitchen and living room, but is also the last thing I see before I leave the house in the morning. Excellent reminder.
Plus, I like making bizarre checklists/charts/5th grade-style things.
If for some strange reason the picture doesn’t make things crystal clear, here’s the summary:
I’m able to get a check per day for eating only one carb, drinking 7 bottles of water, and tracking everything in WW.
I missed my mark 4 times (twice due to an extra carb, twice for water)
Minimum 30 mins of cardio 3x per week: 2/3 (both running)
Minimum 15 mins muscle/toning 3x per week: 3/3
Weight lost: 0.8 lbs
I think it was a good start. I feel better and more in control of things, and the muscle/toning workouts are making me feel like a (sore) gladiator. Now it’s a new week. Fresh start. I’m going to Nebraska from Saturday to Monday (for fun if you can believe it) which will present some challenges, but I’m up for it.
I was watching the Bruins/Caps game yesterday afternoon and feeling anxious because…well, the game was ridiculously stressful and also because I hadn’t worked out all day. I had cleaned my house, done laundry and seen every single thing there was to see on the interwebs, but had not yet worked out. Even after my own pep talk on Saturday about working out on the weekends! The SHAME.
So, seeing as my weight watchers days start at 5pm and I needed to get in a third weekly muscle/toning workout per my 30 day weight loss challenge, at 4:45 I started in with my new favorite, the Under the Sea workout. I told myself I would continue to go through the 10 or so exercises, adding in 5 pushups in between each set, until the game was over.
Of course the game went into overtime.
I went through the workout three times, then grabbed some weights and did every kind of arm exercise you can fathom in succession until the game was over. Forty-five minutes (and a black and gold victory!) later, my core/ass/back/hips/arms/everything were burning so bad I was left laying on the floor, sweating and sputtering profanities. This morning I thought for a while that I was nauseous, but I think it’s just that all of the muscles from my knees to my shoulders are in revolt.
I recently received a daily motivation email from Karena and Katrina, who run the Tone it Up website (check it out…the Bikini Series is pretty fantastic). In it was the following statement that makes absolute sense but yet so many of us are quick to forget/ignore:
for every Friday, Saturday & Sunday that you take off from working out & eating healthy, that’s about HALF of the MONTH!!!
Kind of a startling statistic, but it falls into the mindset that I so often fall into. I’m kind of amazing at making excuses…during the week I’m “too busy” but during the weekend if I have any free time I just want to “relax”. What I need to do is to plan my workouts into my “busy” week schedule, and to again work them in to my weekend plans, because there’s no denying that I feel so much more relaxed after working out. Not only physically, but there’s a certain peace of mind that comes with having your workout out of the way. The harder the workout, the more relaxing the vegetation state on the couch.
So far this week I’ve worked the following into my schedule:
Tuesday: 5 mins each of legs, arms and abs (while watching TV in my pjs…multitasking at its finest!)
Wednesday: Under the Sea workout (LOVED this and will definitely do again)
Thursday: Ran two miles to give the new GORuns a chance. I wasn’t surprised to find that my feet feel asleep sooner and more stubbornly than ever, given the fact that they provide little cushioning around the nerves that are being affected. However, although I was disappointed in the lack of help with the foot neuroma, I did love the way they controlled my form and how light I felt running in them. Also, I was treated to a wonderful sight upon returning to my car…7 deer just hanging out in a small field across the way!
Friday: No workouts, just a wine tasting and a lovely halibut dinner at a restaurant called Fish.
Saturday: Went for another 2 mile hilly run in the GORuns, alternating running with walking every two minutes in an effort to keep the feet awake (it didn’t work…going out to get different sneakers today or tomorrow).
Now: Enjoying a lovely post-run meal: fresh watermelon and mango, sprinkled with some sea salt.
So close to my daily goal of 7 bottles of water! Also…that’s my cool new bug. If I share my water with him, he grows grass hair and I get to cut it. Last week he had a mohawk; now I’m letting it grow out so he can wear it to the side like a surfer dude. (I got 99 problems and having grass hair to style ain’t one.)
not a big fan of drinking when it comes to losing weight but go for it and do not give up!
Thank you for the support! I know that drinking is a detriment to losing weight (not only for the calories but for the simple fact that the more you drink the less you care about what you are eating), but I also know that I would feel so deprived without a cocktail here and there that I wouldn’t be able to stick to the program. I will limit my drinks when I do have them, though…and will drink water in between.
Every morning after my shower, I go though my post shower routine (lotion on face, lotion on body, clean ears, brush teeth, etc). Then I take 10 minutes or so to sit and cool down wearing nothing on but a towel on my head.
During that time, I have a bottle of water and check my work emails to see what’s on tap for the day.
A few weeks ago, I got a new Macbook. This means I now have a webcam built in to my laptop, which I did not before. Also, Skype opens automatically when I open my computer.
My BIGGEST fear is that I’m going to accidentally get/accept a Skype from someone at work (we use it for IM purposes) and somehow, someway…one of my coworkers will see me naked. Can you even imagine?
I have, in the past, lamented to you about the problem of my feet falling asleep when I run. This usually happens after about 2 miles, and was getting increasingly worse despite my best efforts to fix the problem (tie laces tighter, looser, upside down, different stride, different socks, different sports bra, voodoo, etc). I got a lot of advice and feedback from you awesome folks, but sadly none of it worked.
I finally sucked it up and went to visit the podiatrist a week or so ago, and he said it was foot neuroma. The premise is that with ‘sheer force’ (giggle), a nerve in my foot swells. It initially feels like my socks are folded around the balls of my feet, and gradually spreads until I’m running on rubber feet. Fortunately, he said it wasn’t causing any permanent damage, although it’s obviously a safety concern to be running without feeling the road. He recommended new sneakers since mine were getting older and probably a bit “sloppy”, and said that if the problem persisted I should remove the soles and try full gel inserts.
I was (and still am) planning on getting something with some extra cushion, but I was shoe shopping with a wine buzz this weekend and saw these beauties:
I know, I know…Skechers ew. BUT I’m kind of excited about taking them for a run. They’re extremely light and technically fall into the minimalist sneaker movement, but they are designed with a lift in the arch area designed to promote a midfoot strike. They weren’t great for walking since the heel is dropped a bit, but I think they’ll be a different story for running. Also…we should probably take a moment to appreciate their cool color.
Speaking of cool colors, apparently I love them when I’m wine-buzzed shoe shopping because I got these too. Sort of like Minnie Mouse shoes, right?
And finally, in an effort to appease readers who like all kinds of shoes, I’ll also show you my third shoe porn entry recently purchased: I think they kind of look like hooves, but in a hot way (just go with it).
Since I’ve been a little girl, “Marathon Monday” (aka Patriot’s Day in Massachusetts) has been one of my favorite days of the year. I grew up pretty much on the route (~Mile 10), and lived within walking distance of it (in several different homes) all the way up until last year.
As a child, it was awesome because it was the kickoff of April vacation from school. We would watch the wheelchair racers leave Hopkinton on TV, then head downtown to wait anxiously for the blimp, the helicopters, the motorcycle cops and finally, the news vans. That was our moment to shine! We would wave frantically as the vans slowly drove past in front of the lead runners, never quite realizing that everyone we knew was at the race and therefore, we would never be recognized on national television. (So much for my big break).
As an adolescent, the marathon (yes, THE marathon—I had no clue there were any others) was more of a social scene. I would go down to the race with my friends and walk endlessly up and down the street looking for other kids we knew. If we watched the race at all, it was only to giggle at people running ‘in their underwear’ or to cringe at the bloody nipples. I had zero appreciation for the event I was was so lucky to have practically in my backyard, or the incredible feats of athleticism that were being accomplished while I worried about whether or not my stretchy pink jeans were ‘too much pink’ when worn with my high-top pink Balloons sneakers (they definitely were).
In my early to mid 20s, the marathon became an awesome reason to party. We would start early with bloody marys and breakfast sandwiches, then head down to scream and cheer for the runners, acting like drunken fools and bragging about all of the people we high-fived. We’d hold up signs with updates on the Sox game and drink beers, assuming the runners were having just as much fun as we were (they were, right?). We would be psyched when the weather was hot, and bitch and complain when our barbecues were ruined by rain or cold weather.
In my late 20s, my brother Chris started running the Boston. It was then that I began to truly understand and appreciate the hard work and sheer determination that goes into the race, although certainly not from watching him. He never talked about training and pretty much (maybe always?) finished in under 3 hours, bounding through Natick like a big happy (skinny) kangaroo with a giant smile on his face. Watching the difference between his form/attitude/facial expressions and the folks staggering by 2-3 hours later was like night and day. I grew to respect the people on the back end even more than the elite runners in the front. I mean, they may have been running slower but they were clearly exerting themselves and for a much longer period of time!
Now that I run (jog…power walk…etc), I can say that I have more interest and respect for the great 26.2 than I ever have. Reading the blogs of folks that are training for these events is unbelievably inspiring, and if you’re one of them I hope you pat yourself on the back daily because you DESERVE IT! Now I hope for cooler days, and try to remain reasonably sober throughout the race so as not to miss a thing.
Yesterday was truly an awful weather day for Boston runners (understatement of the century). Although he was still a happy (skinny) kangaroo, even Chris showed minor signs of fatigue as he came through Natick. He finished with a net time of 3:12:33, which is obviously incredible but sadly is just over the qualifying time for next year’s Boston (which is bogus in my opinion).
(going to do this here because it’s weird to say in person…cue sappy violin music)
I just want to tell you that I am unbelievably proud of you. I know I’ve told you a thousand times before but I want you to know how much I really do admire you. You are always so humble when we run 5Ks together and you pretty much win while I come limping across the finish line 20 minutes later. Although my ‘running’ is probably laugh-worthy to you, you always note my improvements, track my stats in your nerdy mathy way and honor my achievements like I just…ran a marathon (that’s my go-to analogy for doing something awesome). Knowing how hard you trained for this and how frustrated and angry you must have felt upon realizing you weren’t going to make the cutoff just about breaks my heart. If I could march down to BAA headquarters and give them a piece of my mind about their ridiculously strict rules I would (and I still might). In the meantime, know that whether you chose to run another marathon to qualify or to run for charity next year I will give you my unconditional support and at LEAST 20 bucks towards your cause. I love you, little bro (I actually even like you a lot, too). You’re the coolest. :)
I’m in the kitchen, preparing this (THIS!) bitchin’ lunch:
As is always the case, someone walks in and just has to comment.
What do you have, a rabbit in your office?
Followed by that same someone saying:
That’s all you’re eating? You need some protein.
(as said someone grabs a Diet Coke from the fridge to go with said someone’s extra large steak bomb sub)
First of all, do I look like I’m fucking starving? Mind yo’self. Second of all, did I ask you if I had a balanced enough meal on my plate? I did not. Third of all, tuna IS a protein. A delicious one at that,too.
I can’t believe I’m about to admit this, but I’ve been doing something new lately that I feel the need to confess. It’s something I hesitated to try, because it’s not really mainstream (at least for my age bracket) and, frankly, it looks ridiculous. It started as a joke because I was waiting to see the podiatrist and couldn’t run for a bit due to my feet falling asleep. My running buddy Tobey (who is a classic overachiever) said ‘sure, let’s just walk 4 miles in an hour instead’. Normally, a 4.0 mph walk is rather frantic-feeling for me, so I researched the actual art form that is the power walk and decided to rock it. Sure enough, a joke turned into to a serious realization:
I’m not even kidding around here. We’re talking heel to toe, straight-legged, heart-pumping POWER. Heart rate, self-esteem and chest way up. You see the guy on the far left below? He knows what’s up. His shoulder is going to one place and his hips are flying out in the complete opposite direction. It’s animalistic, sexy as hell, and almost impossible to do without getting turned on/turning on everyone around you.
I will say though…I did it this weekend by myself (mildly awkward) and an elderly woman who was getting her mail took a quick look at me, looked away and then quickly did a double-take. She then straight up laughed, but I’m pretty sure she was jealous/admiring me/amazed. I would have asked her, but I was moving too fast.