Saturday, January 05, 2013
I hadn't made any real formal goals for myself for 2013 up til now. I think that's part of my "at loose ends" behavior on New Year's Day, too. Fear of goal setting? Fear of setting the bar "a bridge too far"? Perhaps a bit of that...
This week I've been reading other Spark people's goals / resolutions and thinking about what I need to move in the direction of a fulfilling and satisfying 2013.
I have alsos been thinking about my son coming home soon and the transitions that will be happening in his life and of course how those will affect me as his mom. Whether I'll see more or less of him and his wife, what kind of job he'll get, all those young people transitions...
The key word of course is transitions. I have blogged about the challenge of navigating transitions for me. Some folks are OK with change. I used to think I was one of them... years ago. I get excited by new chapters: moving, new jobs, new school years, heck, you've seen how excited I get over a new "bucket list" thing I go after. YET, they are a danger point for me, too, as I am an anxious nibbler... Sunday nights for example, transition back to the work week.
Rituals help. Being active helps. Talking to a friend helps. But not too much talking to a friend, 'cause I can have after interaction reactions! Gee, guess it's never EASY to be a recovering compulsive, is it?
Onward to what I think I want to make as my 2013 "wishes" / to "goals" to "actual behaviors".
1) Get outside more. Particularly for activity in the winter time. Yeah, cabin fever and vitamin D deficiency go hand in hand. So, for 2013, I intend to get outside for at least 10 minutes a day. Rain, shine, snow, ice... outside. Live. In the moment.
2) We already know the athletic goal - complete a full marathon. Train up for it properly, and just go do it. No matter how long it takes.
3) Keep on tracking and blogging. Because this has been the most powerful tool to help me remember what's important.
4) If "life happens" (which it can to all of us) remember your "line in the sand" and adjust.
Life *is* good. Spark on!
Thursday, January 03, 2013
Good days and bad ones... days when I'm feeling whimsical, days when I'm feeling sad... days when I triumph over challenges and days when I give in. Most days I blog.
I blog as pep talks to myself at the beginning of a day. As restrospective at the end of a day. As "longish" responses to requests. As a creative outlet.
But in the end, I blog to keep myself going. It's a tool. It is a way to keep the conversation about priorities going.
Spark is a wonderful, safe, supportive place to do this. And while I mainly blog for myself... I find incredible support in the comments that come back. And I find encouragement that it might actually help others who are earlier in their own journeys as I blog that even in success there are struggles. But that in the final analysis, it is oh, so worth it!
And in case y'all hadn't guess it would happen, the day after my New Year's lapse? Yeah, back to normal. I am another step closer to living "here" forever. I ate in range, and kept to the training schedule which said "Strength training".
Take care of yourselves, precious Spark friends! YOU are worth it!
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
I'm sure there were LOTs of things going on in my weird little psyche yesterday, but the end result was beginning an off the record books binge. I might try to reconstruct it after the fact just to see how bad it was, but Spark doesn't like me saying I ate the whole set of ingredients at times. Bottom line, I kind of went off the deep end.
What did I do before it started? Well, to start with, I woke up ravenously hungry, which might be an indication of consistent UNDER eating for the exercise levels I've been putting in. I hadn't been conscious of being hungry on the active days, but yesterday morning? O... M... G!
So I ate breakfast early, which moved all the meals a bit earlier. By 11 a.m. I was already starting in on lunch and ended up going nuts.
What was going on around me? Very cold day. Dusting of snow. I went out with the broom, not the shovel, to clear the surfaces I needed to. Stayed out a bit too long and fingers were really feeling the effects when I got back in.
How about mentally / emotionally? That's always the ticket, isn't it?
Since 2012 was such a good year? Complacency and fear were both creeping in. And then I went and looked up starting weights on my calendars for the past years... something I kind of do, first of each new year. And I think it increased the fear factor. Why? Well, take a peek, this is what it looked like, examining only first of the year numbers.
2004: 179 (I got divorced in 2003, my son had me working out with him)
2007: 165 (Son, his girlfriend and I joined a gym together in early 2006 - late in that year I got down to 138.5, which scared the crap out of me, when my sister lamented she wasn't the skinny sister any more... and I started to regain, following a trip over the dog and it starting to hurt to exercise, resulting in...)
2008: 150.4 (it looks lower, but in fact, I was in the midst of a regain)
2009: 192 (continued to gain a bit through May, when I started my current effort to get back to where I got to in 2007... I wanted to be fit again... really badly)
2010: 148.8 (I declared myself in maintenance, but continued to lose through October. I called my maintenance beginning August, but when I declared my goal range it was...)
2012: 127 (Most of the year maintained, but had a really rocky Holiday season in November and December... you've seen how 2012 was such a great athletic year, got rid of the rest)
120 on the first of the year. Scary number. This is less than I weighed going into college. This is less than I was in high school. And it's been 3 New Year's days with a starting weight in the 120's.
Why is a "good" number scary? Emotional question. I like living fit. I like me at this weight. But looking at history... to maintain this weight I have to be watching it... all year long. And the rebel in me was coming out, just looking at those statistics.
Bottom line, I let the monster loose, resulting in a lovely sleep during the football game (good game to sleep through)... and feeling full this morning, still. Going to force a healthy breakfast, though. Because experience has taught me that trying to overly restrict the day after such an episode only prolongs the cycle.
So today, practicing the self-compassion that is so much a part of successful maintenance. We all have days. Today, I'm treating me gently.
Because life *IS* good. Spark on!
Monday, December 31, 2012
I was going to blog about something completely different this morning... but my thoughts were kind of disjointed and I decided I'd best let THAT blog percolate for a while before I write it.
Then my brother went and mentioned some real numbers in his blog about his maintenance range, and I figure I'd talk turkey to those of us small-framed women out here in Spark land trying so hard to lose the pounds and being frustrated at times.
Here's the deal. The weight maintenance game is rigged. Yeppers. Rigged.
First off, normal male body composition contains less fat and more muscle than ours does as the carriers of the progeny. When I see my body fat percentage in the 20% range, I'm doing very well. A guy? Would have to be below 15% to be as fit and healthy as I am at 20%.
This means, with a higher percentage of muscle mass, the gents burn more calories even if they are the same weight as me!
This is NORMAL, and it's OK. I like being female. Would NOT swap!
Second, guys "on average" are larger framed than we are. My son tops me by eight or nine inches. My brother by a similar amount. And lest we forget, they both work out, too. So, with a larger body mass, they require more calories to maintain.
This, too, is NORMAL, and it's OK. I like fitting into smaller spaces and being able to FIT in tourist class on an airplane without feeling my legs are being cramped!
But still, it is somewhat of an eye opener to realize that for them? A normal maintenance range comes out to a binge day for me!
Life is not fair. But it's still good. Weight loss for us ladies may take more work. But, it's still worth it! I love being me. I love being me at my "tiny" size. And if that means I can only have half the calories of my muscular male relatives, so be it... it also means I only NEED half the calories to thrive.
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