Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Has it really been 178 days since I last posted a blog? Unreal.
I decided to post a blog today because I'm feeling rather HANGRY. For those of you who don't know what that means, it is a combination of hungry and angry, so it means I am angry because I'm hungry. Why am I so hungry? It's the result of multiple factors really. The first being that I am working out most every day and even though I increase my daily caloric intake (per Sparkpeople's recommendation), I am not eating enough protein, or enough food that isn't bread. I love carbs and my love of carbs pales in comparison to my dislike of fruit. I also cannot convince myself to eat anything that 'sucks' as defined by my taste buds. I have found that I am one of those people that 'run for food' and on a day like today where I haven't run and don't plan to, I will be hungry most of the day since my caloric intake will be much smaller. :( My poor coworkers.... to them I send a remorseful yet sorrowful shoulder shrug.
(Brief respite to eat a bagel and soup for lunch)....
I'm now much better.
What have I been up to other than alternating between periods of being hangry and rungry (run+hungry)?!?!?!? Well, I trained for and ran a half marathon. IN THE RAIN NONE THE LESS. It was sublime. I adored every wet, slippery, please-don't-let-me have-GI-distress, minute of the 2:21:37 it took to complete it. I was super stoked with my time and plan to do it again in the next sixth months.
I gave up Diet Pepsi. I have to write that again - I gave up Diet Pepsi! Anyone who knows me understands the significance of this statement. I might as well have said I gave up blinking because that's how ingrained and necessary it was to me as a functional biological being.
The scale....'oh, scale why do you taunt me with demands to back over you with my car?' I have lost 10 pounds thereabout, but I'm wearing a much smaller size in clothes. I'm comfortable in most size 10 pants, but not in any danger of transitioning to a size 8 any time soon. My measurements reflect a change that the scale doesn't which is the only thing keeping that scale safe in my household. BOO, HISS scale!
I hope to write more often than semi-annually going forward, so if anyone so feels inclined to, please stop by to read or provide feedback.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
It's been a while since I posted anything - 56 days to be exact. In that time I have injured my foot, and recovered, ran a 5k in stellar time and hit my longest run yet (6.2 miles). I'm still in awe at how far I have come with running in such a short period of time, but I feel a bit stalled at the moment.
The weather here (midwest) is so wicked cold in the winter that my ability to persevere through freezing temps, coupled with a wind chill that is unbelievable, is put to the test daily. I'm also running most days of the week in the dark. Not an ideal situation for a multitude of reasons. The 5k I ran last weekend was partially over the Missouri river during a day when the air temp was 1 degree without the wind chill! I actually thought I might have a bit of frostbite after that run. My toes are fine now and I no longer get shooting pains in them, but boy was that a wake up call for me about the importance of good cold weather gear.
I'm not dwelling on the numbers on the scale. It is what it is. My measurements are reflecting a smaller figure even if the scale isn't swinging wildly towards a smaller number. I feel so much healthier than I ever thought possible and in fact the best I have in 10 years. All of which supports my ability to make running a lifestyle change, not merely a passing fad. Who knew? I am a runner!
I celebrated my 37th birthday four days ago. I don't feel 37, but my drivers license says I am, so I guess I am. I mention this because a friend of mine who is an actuary used to send me life expectancy tables in an effort to get me to quit smoking. As a birthday present to myself I asked him to send them again. This time those tables showed a life span that reflects the conscious choices and changes I made over the last five months to actually LIVE! There is a huge difference in what a person can get out of this life who consciously decides to live and live well, rather than what a person who slowly poisons themself with all things toxic to their life and well being ultimately gets out of this life. I am thankful for learning this even if it did take me 36 years. I can be a little stubborn and knuckle-headed at times. LOL.
Thursday, October 03, 2013
My family and I are going camping this weekend. We leave tomorrow and return Sunday. I'm really looking forward to it. Fresh air, campfire, leaves changing colors and s'mores. What more could a girl ask for? We tent camp, but we just bought a new tent and I'm looking forward to using it. It has hinged doors and is not a dome so it allows for dressing while standing up.
Onto other news I am on week five of C25K. I cannot stress how wonderful I feel this program is. I am actually counting down the minutes until I can do my week 5 day 3 exercise which is a 20 minute run without stopping. I NEVER thought I could do it and I am not only sure I can, but I'm sure I will love every minute of it.
I've still got lots to do to prepare so I had better get off of here and get those things done. Have a great weekend all!
Thursday, September 26, 2013
If the day 1 version of myself could talk with the present day (day 53) version of myself about how it feels to not smoke it would probably go something like this. "It can't feel that good and there is no way that you can run that far or for that long in that short a period of time." To which the present day version of me would adamantly explain that it is very possible and that I am proof of those possibilities. For so very long I identified myself as a smoker. You know, someone who is a bit of a risk taker, who likes the feeling, the taste and the buzz that smoking gives, but what I didn't grasp by being a smoker of 18 years, is that non smokers feel, taste and get such better buzzes doing other things like running.
Of course I had previously "successfully" quit smoking like every other smoker I knew. I quit with each pregnancy and while breastfeeding. I quit when I had the flu or was on a plane or in an elevator...lol. The list goes on. However, I never successfully found something else I liked more for getting that "buzz" than smoking. Strike that. Before now I failed to find something that provided a better buzz than smoking. Running smashes any euphoria or buzz that smoking every gave me. If you're a runner you understand this without any explanation. If you're not, let me just say it's wicked good. I will repeat that..wicked good.
The best part of all of this? My kids are shocked. I have uber impressed them. Something I was not able to do with any of my concert attendance stories like the time I saw Nirvana. "Who?" they ask. Or my stories about having the coolest Camaro with "T" tops. "What are those?" they say. Yep, I'm that cool. Only now I'm cool and have running shoes to prove it.
It's a good life and I'm so glad I'm enjoying this part of it that I never thought possible for me.
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