Week One Reckoning

This is what 100 pounds of body fat looks like.  Judging by the way my body looks and feels, I tend to believe it...or maybe I don't, because it actually looks like it should be more.  Either way, it's a fairly good representation of what needs to come off my body in the long run.  I've got a long road ahead of me, but  I do know I'll get there.  As disgusting as this picture is, (it's one that my daughter was kind enough to share to my facebook page), it's also a really good wake-up call for me.  This is what I've done to my body...just from not being mindful, from not being vigilant.  And it hurts to  think that I could actually not love myself enough on some level to let this happen...to let this mass accumulate on my frame and actually have to carry it around every single day.

It's a slow process to get that way, and it will be an even slower process to get it off. Maybe not so much in my body, but most definitely in my head....because that, I believe, is where the most fat actually IS.  Regardless....I've made a start, and am happy that I am down 6.6 pounds this morning.  Some of it may be water weight, but I know that not all of it is. I'm already feeling...and seeing...changes in my body, and I also know that a lot of the weight I've lost has been replaced by muscle.  So I've probably lost more than what the scale shows.  I'll take it.  Every day, and twice on Sunday, I'll take it.  It's a great step forward, and a good feeling that I am on my way!



Opportunities

It's very obvious that I'm on a learning curve, and that I am seeing things with new eyes, because I noted something last night that I wouldn't have normally seen..a very big NSV (non-scale victory) for me!

Yesterday, it was cold, but crisply so, and the sun was warm as I went about my outer-office errands.  Going from my building to the main building requires a brisk (outside) walk of some five or so minutes, so a round trip, if not delayed, takes about ten.  As I left my office, I noticed that I automatically began pacing myself appropriately, and was mindful of my abdominal breathing as I walked (in for four steps, out for two).  That alone was cool, but it occurred to me after I dropped off my paperwork and was headed back, that I could just keep walking.  So I took the long way home, so to speak, and made a couple of laps around the lower floor of the hospital.  Now...I don't feel guilty about this one bit, because I rarely take lunches or breaks away from my desk, and yesterday was no exception.  (This, by the way, is going to stop.  It's time I started taking some much-deserved 'me' time.)  All in all, I walked a total of 25 minutes, which I was very pleased about.  Considering that I had planned on walking an hour last night after work, I looked at it as a nice little bonus to add to my log.
Before I left home, however, Keith called me with some sobering news.  Our dog Luggie had been inadvertently locked inside the house all day, and the guys weren't going to be able to get home in enough time to let him out...and we were all sure he'd be busting at the seams.  For most dogs, this wouldn't be an issue...but Luggie isn't used to that, and although he never 'goes' in the house, we were afraid to push the envelope.
All of this meant that I had to abort my plan to go to the mall, and head straight home.  I tried to roll with the punches on this, because it IS life, after all, and things like this are bound to happen. It's how you handle this stuff that defines you.  Now, the OLD me would have used this as an opportune cop-out to bypass my workout altogether.  But right now, I happen to have a perfect streak going, and I don't want a black mark to smudge it all...so I decided to take Lug with me to the elementary school down the road (it has a small track behind it) to get my walk in, after all.
Now...herein lies the problem.  For all that she's insulated like a top-of-the-line sub-zero Igloo cooler, Crackerjill was not built for cold weather.  There's a reason why I've been choosing to mall-walk right now....it's WARM.  My entire body aches, right down to the bone, when I have to stay outside for any length of time.  But I figured I'd be moving, so even if I started out cold, I'd probably be sweating by the time I hit my stride good.
So...chipping ice, I started off, Luggie in tow (or should I say that the other way around...he thinks he's a sled dog, I swear!).  But by this time, the sun had set, and it was getting dark....and the temperature was dropping by the minute.  Even bundled in my hoodie with my gloves on, I was completely numb, and my nose was running like a faucet.  After 20 minutes, I threw in the towel and went home, disgusted.
But by the time I got home and thawed out, I started to think...even though my time had not been done all in one walk, that didn't mean that I hadn't completed a good workout.  Thanks to my taking advantage of the golden opportunity I was presented yesterday morning, I had put in a good 45 minute walk...more than respectable, considering my circumstances....and far better than throwing in the towel. 
My lesson for the day?  Learning to look for more opportunities to 'bank' my workouts....just in case something unexpected comes up.  Walks don't have to be done in chunks...as long as I can put at least 20 minutes behind it, it counts!  And three of those a day equals an hour.  That adds up.  I'm thankful that I acted on my instincts, even though I didn't realize it at the time, because it helped me keep my streak going.  And believe me....I'll be looking for more opportunities just like that one....every single day.

Learning How to Pace

Throughout this process of renewing my aquaintance with Mr. Thurmond and his Six-Week Body Makeover, I have learned just how much of the program I had been taking for granted that I actually remembered correctly.  So much so that it has really shocked me.  When I started over this time, part of my commitment to myself was to make sure I refreshed on the manual so that I would catch all the little stuff I may have been missing on previous attempts. What has shocked me was not so much how much I had forgotten, but what I had remembered incorrectly!

Take, for example, yesterday.  Now, in all, yesterday was a very good day for me.  All my eating was on point ( and has been so far, in fact), and I headed to the mall to get my hour's worth of cardio in. Bear in mind that although I'm re-reading through the manual, it is an ongoing process.  In other words, I didn't want to create a stumbling block for myself by saying that 'I would start the program when I finished reading', so I started AS I started reading, beginning with the food part, which I felt was probably the most important to get down immediately.  And yes...I found lots of improvement with the food section too.  But yesterday, before I got out of the car, a little bird told me I should maybe check the cardio portion before I started.  Good thing, because I found out that my naturally fast pace (even now, at 100lbs overweight) was throwing my heart rate way over the target range for the best fat burning, thus accomplishing nothing more than burning what sugar (very little these days, thank God...but still) I had in my bloodstream OUT, and leaving me a shaky, exhausted mess, unable to complete but a portion of my allotted time.

Armed with this newfound knowledge, I jumped out of the car with determination, and headed inside, beginning with my natural pace, and thinking it would probably be good, since my long legs already walk a little faster than the norm...especially for women my size.  Never would I have dreamed that I was so out of shape now that I would have to slow down to half my normal walking pace to hit my target rate.  Wow...talk about a reality check...how about a reality slap.  My heart is so overloaded right now, it's literally fighting with each step I take.  That really, really scares me.  And even more, it makes me more determined than ever to make it right.

So...I start slow.  And I check my pulse a lot.  And this time next week, I'll be a little stronger, and walk a little faster...and the week after that, a little more...until I get to the point where I CAN bypass my natural pace. Looking back, no wonder my past few attempts at getting back on the track were so horrible.  My heart's been fighting so hard, and I just slam-dunked it without giving it a chance.  Thank God I know better now.  Nothing like arming yourself with education.

By the way...by monitoring my heart rate like crazy and adjusting my stride, I was able to complete an hour with no problem. Never worked hard...never got out of breath...but I did break a sweat, and according to Michael T., I shed a lot of extra calories.  Works for me.  Think I'll do it again today. :)

7 Goals for 2013...

One of the jewels I found last year was a super inspiring blog by Mary at www.asmallloss.com. I love that she struggles, but refuses to let her struggles stop her.  She finds a way to overcome.  Hers is a work in progress....and she never ceases to inspire me. 

Today, she posted this:

The Day Zero Project (the folks behind the 101-in-1001 lists) have issued a resolution-based writing prompt: seven goals for 2013. I've decided to do two, one here for health and fitness goals, and one over at Kosher Lasagna for my pregnancy/parenting/religious goals. Here are their prompts:

 

• Learn how to... [A new skill or hobby]
• Start [Develop a habit]
• Stop [Break a habit]
• Take a vacation to... [Where would you most like to vacation to?]
• Find [What are you looking for?]
• Try [One new thing you want to try]
• Be more [A personal characteristic to improve]

So, Mary....here are MY answers:

• Learn how to run properly...at more than just a jog.
• Start shopping for clothes for myself RIGHT NOW (something I haven't done in a very long time), instead of waiting until I've lost weight...when I 'deserve' it.
• Stop using my weight (or my past) as a cop out to try new things.
• Take a vacation to Atlantic Beach, NC.  I need to see the ocean, and it's been years.
• Find the drive that I need to go the distance.
• Try day hiking the Appalachian Trail.
• Be more active, not just physically, but in every aspect of my life.

Here's to a fabulous 2013 for us both!

New Year's Eve

Three hours to go in 2012, and I'm feeling really good about where I am right now.  No, it's not the whiskey talking (although I did splurge and have a shot in honor of the occasion), it's more likely the adrenaline high of knowing that I'm on the right track.  Great eating today, getting in my workout this afternoon, and a good dinner tonight, lots of water to keep it all flowing right, coming home to an immaculate house, and knowing I have tomorrow off all spells positivity. 

I love this image that I found on facebook today....it's so symbolic of my expectations for this new year. In order to expand my comfort zone, I need to leave where I am...what I've always known... and go for it.  It's not without risks, and the odds are against me, but what I will gain if I make it is so much greater than anything I've known before....and the victory will be all mine.  All I have to do is get up the nerve to take that leap of faith.

Well....I'm leaping.  Here's to a fantastic 2013!!!

Aaaand....we're OFF!

Well, I must say today went SO much better than yesterday!  I'm very encouraged by it.  Last night, despite my best efforts, I just couldn't get in that last meal of the day.  I had gotten up too early, and consequently, my whole day was off.  Combine that with the fact that my little camper had entirely too much stuff piled everywhere (the aftermath of Christmas), and too many men in my way, and was feeling thoroughly overwhelmed.  I knew that the only way I was gonna make any headway like I WANTED to was to get that under control, QUICK. 

So, after no fifth meal and no workout yesterday, I was a bit dejected when I went to bed.

What a difference a day makes!  Keith and I both got up early, tackled the camper and gave it a thorough spring cleaning, which it desperately needed, and I was able to get all my meals AND my day 1 workout in.  On top of that, I cooked a wonderful meal for the guys, and did most of my cooking for myself for the week.  All my food is logged, all but one of my waters is down.  All that's left is a bit of kitchen cleanup, and packing my food for tomorrow, and I'll be home free for the evening....in a clean, organized environment.  I feel very empowered right now, and that's a very good feeling.  I know that tomorrow will go smoothly, as I will be prepared to meet the day (at work...boo), and also prepared to walk at the mall before heading home tomorrow night.  I feel like I can breathe....and I'm very, very happy about having such a good start. 

Getting started....again.

So, in anticipation of the big starter gunshot going off this morning, I actually went by the grocery store last night on my way home and did the shopping for all of us for the next two weeks.  Well...at least, for the guys.  It will remain to be seen just how far my rations will go.  Fish is expensive, omg!  But I'll figure it out as I go, I'm sure. 

One thing I've been very careful about this time is not taking things for granted that I remember correctly.  In my previous attempts, I guesstimated things like portion sizes and the types of fruits and veggies, etc. I needed to be using.  This time, I made sure to reread the manual (which I'm still in the process of), and invest in a food scale so I can be sure I'm eating the right amount.  Interesting to note that although I was fudging on my veggie types before, I was also not eating enough protein. 

So far today, I've done both very well, and not so hot.  In the amounts and quality of food I've eaten, I've done stellar.  I've also managed to put away almost my entire allotment of water, and will by the time I go to bed.  So I'm very pleased about that part.  I also weighed, measured, and photographed, first thing this morning, so I have all my documentation in order.  Very stoked about that, and already looking forward to my first 6-week comparison. 

On the not so hot side, however, I got up late and so I started off behind the 8-ball in terms of dividing my meals up in a time to spread them evenly across the day.  By the time I'd had my first meal, I should have been getting ready for my third....not good.  So I'm writing this at 9pm, and still have one meal to go before I go to bed. 

Tomorrow, I know will be better and more organized.  I have a lot to do, and with the guys underfoot all day today (bad weather), I wasn't able to accomplish what I'd set out to do.  Unorganization kicked my butt today, but by tomorrow afternoon, I know I'll be on track. 

I also didn't get my workout in today....but I do think I'll be ok on that, if I do day one tomorrow while the guys are gone, and since i'll be off on Tuesday, I can do day 2 then.  So I'll still get them in this week...I'll just be a day short on my walking.  Still...as long as it doesn't become a habit, I'm not going to sweat one day.  I don't want to be so rigid in my routine that it becomes a self-defeating thing.  I'm planning to go the distance this time, and so I want to be smart about my decisions.

Still feeling very jazzed right now....so much so, that I had tears of excitement on my way home last night, looking forward to this.  It just feels different in every way....and I know that my head is right.  SO excited for that!!!

Right now, it is not my plan to update daily....but I do intend to update if I feel I have something worth saying.  Guess it remains to be seen how often that will be. :)

Project Crackerjill

Ok...I am officially excited.  I mean REALLY excited.  You'd think I was going to a race or something, I'm so excited.  I have spent this entire week planning for the Big Start, which will be tomorrow, and I am literally squirming in my seat at the prospect.

What's WRONG with me?

Absolutely nothing!  In fact, it's what's right....which is that my mindset is so different right now, it's scary.  And that makes me ecstatic.

Last night, I was laying in bed, planning out the spreadsheet I will be using to log my weigh-ins, very similar to the one I used back in 2005 (which was long ago relegated to a now-defunct floppy disk), and it occurred to me that a project of this magnitude (rest assured, this IS a monumental project) deserves a name...one that would really personify my goals and expectations.  So I started thinking about what I was actually trying to accomplish, and decided that what I was really after was to unearth the healthy me that has been hidden so long inside this unhealthy shell....and that unearthing it would be very much like digging the prize out of a Crackerjack box.  Food analogy notwithstanding, that simple childhood joy of finding the prize is really what I'm referring to.  So I decided that I could find no better name to perfectly encapsulate what I'm doing. 

Henceforth, this project shall be dubbed Project Crackerjill.

Dusting the Breeks

You know, it's infuriating to fail. At anything, really.  It's even more infuriating to know that YOU, and ONLY you are the cause of your failure. That really stinks.

BUT...

If a lesson is learned from the failure, then it wasn't a failure at all.  It was a lesson learned.

That is how I choose to view this latest attempt, which faltered not long after my last post in June.  Why?  Because of my focus....I'm sure of it.  Despite what I've said, what I've written, what I've thought, my focus over the past few years has been about my physical appearance, not my health.  Starting out each time, I would be all full of piss and vinegar, but eventually...usually sooner rather than later...I would get tired of toeing the line, and decide that looking good just wasn't worth the effort it was taking to get there....not when the instant gratification of  a dozen piping-hot donuts was beckoning with promises of making me forget...even momentarily...that I was spinning completely out of control.  The one time I got my head straight on this issue, I achieved results....stellar results, I might add.  Simply put, my focus was on my health...because I was afraid that I was going to die if I didn't do something.

Back in 2003, I lost my dear husband, Bill to a massive heart attack.  He was 51.  He was also a smoker who ate like crap.  Outwardly, he seemed to be healthy enough...tall and lanky, with a ruddy complexion.  Scratch that surface, however, and he was a walking time bomb.

A year of insanity followed...mentally, physically, and emotionally. I lost it completely, not just my focus, but my desire to focus.  I can't remember half of what that year contained, and I think I'll always be glad of that.  All I can remember is wanting to immerse myself in anything that would help ease the pain.  I didn't begin to surface from that until I stumbled across a letter in the fall of that year....a letter that would ultimately change my life in more ways than one.

By the end of winter, I was ready to emerge from my self-imposed hibernation.  I had spent way too many sleepless late-nights zoned out in front of infomercials, and I finally roused myself long enough to realize that if I didn't want to follow Bill into an early grave, I needed to take action NOW. In March of that year, I got busy. So driven was I at that time that my focus was like a laser beam....nothing could have shaken me from my goal of good health.  Consequently, I not only dropped 55 pounds in four months, I was more toned and in better shape than I had ever been in IN MY LIFE.

A surprise discovery of love changed all that. My focus slowly dropped from my health to my new beau (now my husband), and although I did manage to keep the weight off for almost two years, it slowly crept back on. 

Over the last seven years, I have gotten back on and off the horse so many times, I'm dizzy. I have done my best to rise and dust off my proverbial backside, every time I have fallen. But every time, it's really boiled down to the fact that I wanted to look as good as I did back then.  In reality, it ain't about the looks....it's about the feel...both internal AND external.  I. Want. To. Be. Healthy.  I want to live a very long time, and share in the magnificence of all this life has to offer with my very healthy husband.

Right now, I am in no way healthy.  I am almost back to my heaviest weight ever, and my body is exhibiting physical signs of the stress I'm forcing it to handle.  From running races two years ago, I now can't walk from my car to my office without being painfully out of breath.  My face breaks out easily, my hair is dry and brittle, my skin is dull, and I have become uncharacteristically moody. My digestive system is so wacked out, I spend a quarter of my day in the bathroom, and another quarter chewing antacids....in between meals and snacking on crap, of course.  I hate what I have done to my body, what I've allowed myself to become....but I also love myself enough to take the action necessary to avoid the inevitable result, should I elect to continue on this self-destructive path.

And so....we come to a new year.  A new chance at a new beginning.  Of course, if you are a Believer, then you are probably familiar with the biblical passage that says that His mercies are new every morning.  Following that logic, then, one could assume (and rightly so, I think) that new beginnings are possible with every sunrise. 

In my life, a new dawn is approaching.  In my mind, there is a different goal.  And in my heart....I know that this time, I will conquor, because I have learned my lesson; painfully so.  Time to once again dust off the breeks, and get busy. 

Because the alternative is unacceptable.

Running in the Rain

Yesterday, I got an unexpected workout via a dear friend coming into town to go on a hiking/caving/rafting expedition with a group of her friends.  Since they live so far away, she wanted to take them to a cascade that is only located a couple of miles from us, and we agreed to meet them there.  Seeing the cascade (aptly named The Blue Hole, for its coloring) involves a bit of a hike, although not too strenuous a one, and a descent down a wooden staircase that must have been made by giants.  Navigating those stairs...both up AND down....is the real challenge to the hike.  Totally worth it, though.

In all, we probably stayed an hour or so...with maybe 30 minutes of it actual hiking.  A nice surprise, and very much enjoyed.

Today was a run day, and I was really geared up to start the week off right.  Imagine my surprise when I was greeted by steel-gray skies.  Ugh. It was going to rain.


You know....I hate running in the rain. It makes my clothes stick to me and binds me up. I lose the freedom that I usually feel, not to mention that I get chilled. I mean, right down to the bone chilled.  And I have never been able to run cold....wet OR dry.

But for so long, that has been my fall-back excuse. One or the other...or some combination of both has caused me to get off track more times than I could EVER care to remember. That is why, when I decided to get serious (again), I determined that come rain, shine, sleet, snow, hell or high water...if it was a run day, I was going to run.

Last week, I wimped out. No more.

Today, I determined that there was NO excuse that was going to cause me not to run. I deserved this damn run, if it killed me....even if I didn't have a towel to keep my seat dry on the way home (another excuse)!

I hit the track, watching the black cloud that loomed. (I kept running) Watching it come closer. (I kept running) Watching the rain start to dump out of it.  (I kept running)  Watching the downpour get heavier and heavier as it moved my way.

Through it all, despite what looked to be the inevitable, I did not stop....determined to get as much of my workout in as I possibly could, grumbling the entire time that, wouldn't you know it....just when I got to my first long run (week 5, day 3)....

And I watched that freaking cloud skirt right on by, somehow completely bypassing me.

Determination pays off. Yes, by God, it does.  And if I have to run in the freaking rain every damn day....I will do it.  Because I can. Because I've earned it.

Because I must.

Reckoning

Well...I may not have accomplished all my goals this week, but at least I posted today, lol!  Pretty proud of that, actually. :)

Yesterday was a very weird day.  I was forced to take the day off due to car trouble (which has now been corrected), so in an odd way, my failure to run on Monday due to the rain actually turned out for the best. Had I run then, yesterday would have been a run day....as it was, it forced me to move back a day.

So....I spent the morning catching up on a bit of housecleaning and work, then after my hubby fixed my car, I got the laundry done.  And when I got home, I did day 2 of my resistance training.  Very, VERY proud about that!  Don't know why it takes so much to motivate me to do that...running is much easier, even in the broiling midday sun of summer, than it is to do these two little workouts each week.  And I KNOW how effective they are for toning!  Doesn't make sense...

Anyway, I successfully completed day 2, then today, after a late start, I went into town and completed day 2 of week 5 of the C25K plan....in the broiling midday sun of summer, I might add.  And even then, I still managed to keep a respectable 13:45 pace.  So....even though I didn't lose a single ounce this week (according to the scale Friday morning), I am still very pleased with my progress this week.  My food was on target, so I must listen to my hubby when he tells me that the muscle I'm building right now is evening out the fat that I'm losing.  And I'm ok with that....for now.

Rundown

Well, it's Thursday, and I haven't posted since Sunday.  Since my goal was to post every OTHER day this week, I've only missed one post.  I guess.

Yeah, that was lame.  In my own defense, though...this week has been brutal in terms of after-hours free-time, and what little I've had I've been hard-pressed to get my workouts in.  All things considered, they are more important right now, so if something has to get sacrificed, it will, by necessity, be my blogging.

That said, I've had a pretty good week so far, all craziness aside.  Monday, I was supposed to run, but it was raining really bad when I got off work, so I didn't.  I really hate running in the rain; everything sticks to you, and I wind up getting major chafing.  Besides that, when I get damp, I get chilled...right down to the bone.  And when that happens, my whole body aches.  I'd love to know how others handle this....anyone got any good tips for running in the rain?

Anyway, so I didn't run on Monday, but I did on Tuesday, logging in my best pace so far (13.39) as I wrapped up week 4 of the C25K plan.  Doesn't sound very fast,but believe me...that's rabbit racing for this ole' turtle!  I'm really looking forward to seeing where I will be pace-wise at the end of this course.

Wednesday, which, by the way, was National Running Day, I did NOT run, since I had to run on Tuesday.  This really bummed me out, because it would have been really cool to run on National Running Day, but that's what I get for being such a wimp on Monday, I guess.  Next year will be better.

Just because I didn't run yesterday, though, does not mean I slacked off.  Au contraire....I actually, FINALLY began my resistance training last night!  Very stoked about that, since I'm already starting to see saggy bits forming everywhere, even moreso than before.  And with only six pounds gone so far, I can only imagine what it will look like before it's all over.  The thing is...my skin is so much thinner than it was even five years ago, and the elasticity seems to be mostly gone, which means that anything that is too big will probably need tucking. *sigh*  I will deal with it when the time comes.  In the meantime, I will be content with firming and strengthening the muscle beneath it as well as I can, and concentrate on consistancy with my workouts.  I can be pleased that I took my first step this week, in line with the goal I set for myself this week...and will complete that workout tomorrow night.

Today is run day, so I will be hitting the track again this afternoon after work.  I've finally gotten to the point of looking forward to it again, so it will be nice to hit the rhythm and let the 'stuff' go.  Very therapeutic.

Now....food.

Overall, I will say that I'm continuing to be pleased with my progress.  My choices, while not always stellar, are still pretty good, for the most part.  That said, I have two concerns of note:

1.  The cake in the breakroom.  I really hate it when people bring stuff in:  cake, donuts, casseroles, breakfast biscuits...all bought or home made for the office to share.  I always feel like an outcast if I don't have any (because I stick out like a sore thumb if I'm the only one refusing a piece), and drawing attention to myself, and feel like a complete failure (or at least sickeningly guilty) if I DO indulge.   The worst is birthdays, when everyone gathers around a cake someone has made or bought. 

This week, we had two 'incidents', with a third being threatened tomorrow.  Tuesday was birthday cake, yesterday was a different homemade cake, and tomorrow, I'm told will be homemade brownies.  It's not like this every week; in fact, we go weeks at a time with nothing....but there are some incredible cooks in this department, and I am having a really hard time saying 'no'.  In fact, so far this week, I haven't.  Said no, I mean.

I am alleviating my guilt at these decisions by keeping track of my calories and not going over my allotted count....but I still know that cake in any form is not a smart choice....not for my head, and certainly not for my body.  I really need to work on my ability to say 'no' to these temptations, and will do my best to not cave when or if I am presented with a plate of chocolaty goodness tomorrow.

2.  Logging my food and exercise.  After a little more than a month of meticulous logging on myfitnesspal.com, I am starting to see myself slip a bit.  Instead of logging my food in as I eat ( or immediately after), sometimes it's not until that night, or even the next morning.  So far today, I've eaten two meals....neither of which I have logged yet.  This is really concerning to me because I don't want to let this fall by the wayside...this is too important a step in the process for me to throw it aside.  Even though I am careful to get the exercise in, and not go over my calorie count, not logging could be the difference between a good day or an extremely bad one. One little slip-up is all it takes, and that little lunch could turn into 800 calories...because of a single bad choice I didn't check out first.  That has happened twice now, but fortunately, because I logged it right after, I was able to correct the rest of the day to net below my goal.

Both of these concerns are important.  Both need immediate attention.  I am going to do my best in what is left of this week to stay on top of them, because I want this to work, and my health is important enough to make it a priority.

And in the meantime....I will do my best to post again on Saturday. :)

Reckoning, et.al.

It's been more than a week since I last posted....not acceptable if I really want to utilize this blog to it's fullest. My goal for daily posts has gone out the window, since apparently I don't have access from work any more. Bummer, as they say.

Ok, so here's a brief summary since my last post:

The day after (Saturday) was my birthday.  We spent the morning running errands with the kids and doing laundry, then Keith took me for a wonderful meal at a great little Greek restaurant we found.  Scrumptious, and a definite future option...my entire calorie count didn't go over 1000, and considering the fact that I had to skip lunch, I thought that was excellent.  My only regret was that I was forced to get off track with my C25K program, and skip running....which threw me off for the next couple of weeks completing one week during that same week.  Oh, well...

Sunday was a lazy day....and well earned.  Monday, which was a holiday, was spent gathering financial documents for the bank. (We're in the process of buying the house and property next door to us)

Tuesday, I finished week 3 of the C25K.  Thursday and Saturday, I ran the first two installments of week 4...very well, I might add.  Today being Sunday, I'll finish week 4 tomorrow.

All week long, I've been watching my calorie counts...and am very pleased with the results.  With the exception of a couple of homemade whole grain waffles, I haven't cheated at all.  And the only reason I call that "cheating" is because they weren't primal...not because I went over my count.

Friday was weigh-in, and although it was less than I'd hoped, I did manage a loss for the week, so I'll call it a success.  Baby steps are still steps, right?

This week:

• I will do my best to post at least once every other day.
• I will step up my physical activity to include SOMETHING every day, even if it's just walking during my lunch hour.
• I will start my resistance training...which I have been putting off for some unknown reason.

I'll keep it there, for now. ;-)

Reckoning

I had meant to post earlier in the week, but I just wasn't up to it.  A brief review....

Monday, great day, which started my week 3 of the C25K program.  I did well, and ran solid. 

Tuesday....no walkee, no runee.  Not good....gotta work on this.

Wednesday...was supposed to run day 2 of week 3, but woke up feeling like poo, and it didn't improve when I got to work.  Wound up losing my breakfast, so I went home and slept all afternoon.  Felt better, and ate a bowl of watermelon. Later, I had some take-out chicken fettucini alfredo, thinking it would be bland. It was....so freakin' bland I felt like it was a total waste.  Still, I kept it down, and I guess that's what counted.  Still managed not to go over my count for the day, so that was good.  Needless to say, I didn't run.

Thursday should have been an off day, but since I couldn't run Wednesday, I ran Thursday instead.  Felt good on the track, and my eating was good all day.

I feel really good about the choices I've made this week.  My eating has only strengthened as I go, and a huge part of that, I think, is that I am holding myself accountable for everything that goes in my mouth by logging it into myfitnesspal.com.  Every time I'm tempted to grab something (like a donut from the box in the breakroom that someone graciously brought in yesterday), I mentally weigh how many points that will take from my daily allowance, and suddenly, it's not so tempting anymore. Other than that, I'm still eating pretty much what I want....it just so happens that everything I want happens to be on my plan.  I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth on that one.

On my weigh-in this morning, the official number is 240.6.  Only a teeny bit more will throw me into the next decade, and I can't wait to see that 3 in the 4's place! 

Next week, I want to concentrate on walking more, and starting my resistance training. I'd like to see myself walking two days of the week, running three days, and working with the bands two days....that would be my perfect week. A little som'n every day. :)  And hopefully a blog or two more, as well!

Weekend Recap

Despite my disappointment with Friday's weigh-in, I managed to remain positive.  After working half a day on Friday, I got off early and headed straight to the track to finish week two of my C25K running program.  That felt pretty good, so I did a few errands and headed home.

My food was excellent all weekend, and I tracked it all with no problem.  My water was great too, although I didn't quite get it all in yesterday.  Regardless, my calorie count was consistant and under budget both days.

Saturday was spent painting the house next door.  We got the entire living room area done, including both floors, which was quite an accomplishment, especially given the fact that we were using sponges and not rollers or brushes.  My vertigo precludes me from getting on ladders, so I was relegated to doing the lower half of the walls, and so consequently, I spent the entire day bending, stooping, stretching, kneeling, crawling, and scooting across the floor.  And when we were done, we moved all the furniture back.

Although I felt really tired on Saturday night, it was nothing compared to the aches all over my body the next morning...especially my torso.  Wow.  I spent the day popping Excedrin Back and Body and taking it as easy as I could.  I am proud to say that I woke up this morning feeling pretty good, with the exception of my right underarm area, which is still a little sore.  That won't keep me from running this afternoon, though; my legs are solid.

And I've got a race to run.

Reckoning

I'm so proud of myself.  This week, I have very carefully watched the makeup of my meals.  I have monitored my portion sizes, and measured my calories.  I have been meticulous in logging everything. 

I have drank the proper amount of water, and in a couple of cases, even gone a bit over for good measure.

I have exercised every day, even if it was just for a few minutes on the days I didn't run.  Today I will complete week two of the C25K running plan, and I will finish this week with style and gusto.

All week long, I have been looking forward to....even eager...to jumping on that scale this morning, excited to see my progress.  I even dreamed about it last night.

Last week, I dropped almost three pounds, from 245.8 to 243.  I even took bets with Keith to see who would be closest....he says he can already see results in my muscle tone (I'm not so sure, but who am I to argue, lol?).  I told him I thought I'd see 240, for sure.  He thought it would be lower.

I was almost giddy when I got up this morning and hauled out the scale.  My grin was from ear to ear, and sitting up in bed watching, Keith couldn't help but laugh at my goofiness as I asked for a drumroll and stepped up.

243.  Are you effing kidding me??

No change?  At all?? 

I am trying to keep my spirits up, really.  I know that my body will need time to adjust, that I am doing everything right, that I am replacing fat with muscle.  Still....it's discouraging as hell to see the scale not move at all.

*sigh* 

I've got a lot of work to do.

A little history...

I've been doing some calculating.

The Eastman Road Race, which I just signed up to do, has a time limit on it.  I'm not sure if it's always had one, or not.  But it does now.  Who knows?  I might be the cause of this.

Let me explain.

Back in 2005, when I got serious, I was walking every day. Religiously, for one hour.  And I did very well.  But later in the year, when I lost steam, and kept trying in vain to kick start myself...that was when I discovered running.  And how much I loved it.

I love everything about running:  the way it makes me feel, but so much more than that.  I love the way my feet feel when they strike the pavement.  I love the way my mind grays out until there is nothing left but the rhythm of my stride.  I love the sound of my breath in the stillness of pre-dawn.  I love the smell of the track...or new-mown grass as I run by.  I love running.

I also love knowing that I'm a runner...that I've accomplished things that many far more fit than I will never even attempt.  Even if no one ever thinks I am by my appearance, I know.  Such a sense of power and confidence is attached to that. I. Am. A. Runner.

Hell, yeah.

For years, growing up in Atlanta, I watched the runners in the Peachtree Road Race thunder past as I stood on the curb, and dreamed that I might one day get up the guts enough to do what they did.  And when I started running, I found myself thinking about that race.  One day....maybe next year....I'll run that race.

Except that next year didn't come.  I didn't push myself...it was just a pipe dream, like most other things in my life.  A bucket list item that would never get a check, except in my head.

In 2009, I decided, once again, to get serious.  I had moved to TN a year ahead of my husband, who was finishing a contract with the state of GA before joining me, and I really wanted to get fit before he arrived, so that he would be proud of me.  That was my goal...I wanted to do it for him.

Anyway....I've seen the Peachtree grow over the years from just a couple of hundred runners in the 70's to be the largest 10k in the world, with 60,000 runners.  And I decided that 2009 was my year.  I woke early one Sunday morning, at the allotted time, and readied my computer to enter....first come, first served, and I knew it would be a madhouse.  Fortunately, I was able to grab a coveted slot, and before I realized what I was doing, I had registered.  I was ecstatic.  I was actually gonna do it!!! I was gonna run the Peachtree!!!

And then it hit me.  Oh, God....I was gonna run the Peachtree.  I had to do it now...I had signed the dotted line. I was committed. There was no turning back....the start line was coming, and on July 4th, I would be crossing it.  Whether I crossed the finish line was up to me.

There's never been a motivator like spending money....at least, not to me.  And the thought of receiving a race packet in the mail and never wearing that number was unthinkable.  So....I started training. Hard.

By June, I was running 5 miles, easily, and bordering on 6.  My mother in law suggested I enter a local race, the Covered Bridge 5k, to give me the experience of actually running a race before the BIG one, so I did.  The morning of the race fell four weeks out before the Peachtree, and during my pre-race warm-up jog, I felt a crunch in my left hip.  It wasn't painful, exactly....it was weird.  And it left me feeling very shaky and wobbly.  Still...I had come too far, and so I ran.  Adrenaline got the best of me in the first quarter mile, but then I loosened up and headed for the highway.  Turning the first corner, I felt my hip crunch again.  At that point, I almost quit running....but I was determined to finish that race.  My only goal was to not finish dead last...and as long as there was one turtle on that course slower than me, it was all good.

The entire race, I kept that one turtle in my sights, and eventually faught my way past her to finish.  My final time:  42:22.  And there were not one, but seven little turtles behind me.

I rested my hip a lot for the next two weeks, doing my best to give it time to heal before the Peachtree....and it felt good the day of the race.  I had entered with a goal in mind of finishing in 90 minutes.  When I checked my time at the final turn, I had exactly five minutes, and a half mile to go.  I don't know where I got it, but I turned on the heat, and flew down 10th street, crossing the finish line in tears...exactly three blocks away from where I had grown up.  All I could think of was how proud my parents would have been of me, had they been alive to see it.

My final time:  88:28

My step-mom (she IS my mom, for all intents and purposes; she raised me) called me on the way back to the car, in tears.  She'd been watching for me on the TV, but hadn't seen me in the mob of people, and was so proud of me..  It meant so much that I wasn't alone.

After that, I just drifted a bit.  I ran, but only half-heartedly.  After all...I'd accomplished my goal, spectacularly, I might add....I had proven that I could go the distance, so I'd be ok when it came to the Eastman 10k I had already signed up for in September....

...right?

The day dawned bright and clear.  I took a few laps around the parking lot, but I could tell it was gonna be a fight to finish the run.  My lack of preparation was evident.  I struggled so hard through that race, and by the second half, I was horror-struck that they were dismantling the water stations and taking down the signs by the time we passed.  I hung with the last few stragglers for most of the way, but they finally pulled away in the fifth mile.  And I was alone when I crossed the finish line.

Well...except for the guys in the golf cart behind me....the sweepers, bringing up the rear of the race.  People cheered me...the ones that were left.  I've never been so humiliated in my life.  I finished dead last.  They never recorded my time.  And I swore I'd never run such a disorganized race again.

Except that it really wasn't the fault of the organizers....it was mine.  All mine, and I can own up to that now.  That's why I wanted to start back by entering THIS race.  I have something to prove...to myself, and to them.

This time, I noticed that there is an 80 minute time limit in place.  I'm not sure if there was one before or not, but I can't help wondering if my late finish (95-98, if I remember right) might have been the cause.  They were tired of waiting around for stragglers.

So...I've been doing some calculating. 

In order for me to finish this race in the allotted time, I will have to run it at a pace of 12:90.  In order for me to run it in 75 minutes (five minutes hedge time), my pace will need to be 12:09.  So, my goal is to run a 12 minute pace.

And as of yesterday (C25K week 2, day 2), my pace is 14:82.  I've got a lot of work to do.  But as God is my witness...I'll never be last again.

Out with the old...

 I haven't posted much yet this week, but I have been doing really great, and regardless of what the scale may say on Friday, I feel really good about the choices I've made this week.  I've been eating very well, watching my portion sizes and staying well within my calorie allotment every day.  I've also managed to get some form of exercise in every day, (although yesterday was admittedly slim in that department), and am firmly in week two of the C25K plan and going strong.

I had told Keith a couple of weeks ago when I dusted off my old worn-out Asics that I wanted a new pair for my birthday, which I will celebrate next week.  That's a hard admission for me to make, since this pair took me through so many miles, across the Covered Bridge for my first 5K, down Peachtree Street for my first 10K, and through the streets of Kingsport for my last 10K.  They are slick on the bottom, all semblance of cushion and support are long gone, and there is literally no tread left.  They are my badge of honor...the proof that I didn't just talk the talk...and I have battled letting them go.  I have worn them far longer than I should have.

Still, the fact remains that if I intend on sticking to my plan of training for the Eastman in September, I can not afford to keep running in them.  And that meant digging deep for a new pair.

Enter my mom...who just sent me 40 bucks for my birthday, early.   Seeing as how my last pair cost me upwards of 180 bucks, I figured it would be a nice dent, but still didn't hold out much hope of actually being able to cough up the remainder.  Mentally, I prepared myself for a visit to Wally World.  But a girl I work with referred me to a great shop in downtown Johnson City to check out...they specialize in nothing but running shoes and supplies and can do gait analyses, which I've wanted to have done for quite a while.  So, since I had to run an errand right down the street, I decided to drop by yesterday. 

I'm SO glad I did. Turns out they had about five pair of Asics on clearance, perfect for my particular gait....and one was my size!!! 

50 bucks.  Fifty.  Dollars.

SCORE.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am now the proud owner of a new pair of Asics Gel Cumulus running shoes.  Can't WAIT to try these puppies out on the track this afternoon!

Weekend recap...

I had planned on posting all of this last night, but Real Life interfered in the form of my son and his wife invading our afternoon and staying until way past my bedtime last night.  So....although I'll do my best not to make it a habit, this time couldn't be avoided.

Friday afternoon, I managed to complete week 1 of the C25K plan and limped home....sore, but happy.

Saturday was a lovely day, in all aspects. Although I woke up very sore in my ribcage and back, we spent the morning working on the house we're trying to buy next door, which, combined with the housecleaning I did when I got back home, gave me some great physical activity to log without being too terribly taxing.  Still...I can tell I have a LOT to do to strengthen my core again.

Sunday, being Mother's Day, my fuzzy son woke me, eager to go hiking.  It was overcast, but cool, and Keith and I decided to go explore a section of the Appalachian Trail that we haven't hiked yet.  We are very, very lucky, in that living where we do in the TN mountains close to the NC border, we have easy access to the AT, which runs all through our county, including along the Iron Mountain ridgeline, directly behind our property (which backs up to the national forest). 

We've been told that there is actually a spur up there somewhere that links our property to the AT, but haven't found it yet. Of course, we haven't looked too hard yet, either. 

That will come in time, though. 

 Anyway, we dressed in our raggedy hiking duds and set out armed with a backpack full of water bottles and a leash. 

 We found the going to be fairly well kept up, although hilly, and the nice part was that although there were marshy parts, the nice club that maintains the trail had thoughtfully provided lots of little walkways to keep us high and dry over the mud.  Well....the two legged of us, anyway....Luggie just plowed right through.  Apparently, he's not partial to the way the wire mesh feels against his paws.  Can't say as I blame him, there, but it gives me the willies when I cross one of them...not because of the mesh, but because I can't help thinking to myself 'will this hold me up?'  And yes, of course it will....that's five two by fours, laid narrow side up. A REAL elephant could stand on one and it would hold....maybe two.

 When we set out, the intention was to walk for an hour and a half, then turn around and head back, because we were expecting one of the kids to drop by in the afternoon.  But we made good time, and an hour saw us having covered a fair amount of ground. Keith started worrying about me overdoing it, since my back had been so sore the day before, and as much as I hated it, I agreed. I certainly didn't want to be put out of commission this week, now that I feel like I'm back on track! 

So after an hour I consented to turning around and heading back toward the car.  I really wish we'd had more time, though, because there's actually a shelter directly above our house,  and I wanted to at least make it that far.  Eventually, I'd like to try to work our way down the mountain from there to our house and find that spur....SUPER awesome!

Anyway....I saw this bit of wildlife on the way back to the car, so I thought I'd snap a pic. Ironic that the only living animal I'd see on the trip was the very one I feel such a strong kinship to. That's ok, though....soon enough, that will change.

The overcast sky began dripping on us on the way home, so we hustled, and made it back in forty-five minutes, which I thought was pretty good.  The best part was not being sore, though. Not when I finished, not yesterday (at all), and not this morning when I woke up!  Definite progress...if I'm not sore, then that running last week must have started taking effect on my muscles.

After the kids went home last night, I finally started doing some online research for a project I've been running through the back of my mind for the past week or so.  I had it confirmed on another blog post the other day, and I know from my own experience that nothing is as motivating as signing on the dotted line for a race, so last night, I downloaded an entry form for my nemesis...

This was the last race I ran, back in 2009 before I stopped running altogether.  I came in dead last.  This year, I'm running it again, to prove to myself I can do it.  And this year, I noticed that they have put a time limit on it: 80 minutes.  I ran the Peachtree Road Race 10K that same year in 88:28, and my goal was to do sub-90. I was so proud of that, but also so cognizant of the fact that I ran like a turtle....I've always wanted to run faster. 

I'm not sure if I am CAPABLE of running faster....but I'm about to find out.  I sent my registration form and check in this morning, and I hate to waste money.  If I get to September and I can't run sub-80, I won't run...and that is not acceptable to me.  I WILL NOT be the tail again.  They didn't even record my time last time.  If I plan on proving something to myself, I'll have to do even better than that....sub-75, at least.

So I'd better get the lead out, because effective now, there is no turning back.

Reckoning

Ok, so my last (and first) weigh-in was on Saturday, so technically I wasn't due to weigh in until tomorrow morning, but since I want to start weighing in on Fridays instead, I decided to go ahead and jump the gun a bit.

Overall, I have been really pleased with my progress this week. There is definitely room for improvement (which I'm happy about), but I also stayed on course with my eating, watched the portions, learned a lot in the process, and managed to make a start on the track, too. 

I've heard from several people who have sworn on the C25K plan, so I started that, too...not so much to build up my running again....distances have never been my problem.  But I really want to learn how to run faster. I'm tired of turtles passing me at a trot.

Standing in the breakroom this afternoon, I realized I was staring at my reflection in the full length mirror there, so I snapped a couple of shots while I was waiting for my lunch to warm (and while nobody was in there).

Please note the fork in my hand...which appears to be permanently attached.  I may need to consider surgical removal.

Another thing I'd like to point out is the black pants I'm wearing.  This is the only pair of pants I own that fit me, other than one pair of jeans that I wear on the weekends, and some old, paint stained sweatpants...and I've been wearing them to work every single day for the past two years, because I can't find any that fit me in the waist AND in the length. 

My first goal award will be new pants. This weekend, I will be formulating my goals, and if not before then, I will post them on Monday.

Oh, by the way....I'm down 3 pounds this week. 2.8, to be exact, but myfitnesspro.com doesn't track points.  I'm good with that.  And I'm most definitely on my way. :)