Ha! See that funny little play on words I used there? Yup, that's right, I am *that* girl! Besides, a little play on words is what a girl needs when the scale didn't say what she wanted it to say! I contemplated not posting today, but since I started this thing to keep me honest and on track, I really couldn't do that, now could I? The scale this morning said 189.5 - up only a few points from last week, but not down like it said on Friday when I timidly stepped on to check in!
It's 100% my fault - well, duh! of course it's my fault! What I mean is, I was supposed to go for my big run yesterday afternoon (7 miles) and I procrastinated the afternoon away until I didn't have enough time to do it until after supper. Of course, after supper I sat down on the couch while the boys were playing and well, it was game over. So, today, while the boys are at camp again, I WILL be doing my 7 miles before I get to do anything else!
This week, I've decided to add food journaling to my routine. I'm not sure if I'll do the traditional, write everything down in a little book, sign up for an app on my phone OR photo journal. Each has their pros and cons. Maybe I should do all 3 for a few days and see which works best for me. I've done the book before - but it's just me writing stuff down and doesn't necessarily have the impact of a visual tracking device like an app on my phone. If I take pictures, I'm probably going to spend more time making it look pretty AND making sure that it's healthy enough that I can actually have photographic proof of it!
I think also, that I am going to give myself a mini incentive for next week. I really and I mean REALLY need a pedicure. Need it like if I took a picture of my dry, flakey feet right now, you'd probably cover your eyes and run screaming from your computer screen. They are that bad. Soooooo, If I lose at least 2 lbs this week (like I said, I really need it!) I'm going to book a mani pedi appointment for next week and pamper myself a little bit!
I really need to dig deep and start working harder this week. If my SIL and I are going to win our little competition, I have to be into the 160's by the beginning of Sept. That's 6 weeks away and means I have to have a couple of weeks of at least 5 lbs in order to make this work. I can do it, but I've got to work my ass off - literally, in order to get there.
So, here's what's on tap for this week:
Monday - 7 mile run, some core and arm work
Tuesday - 4 mile run, legs/butt and core work
Wednesday - 2 mile run, core, arm and leg work on the machines
Thursday - 4 mile run
Friday - 3.5 mile run and camping fun!
Saturday - mooooooore camping fun!
Sunday - 7.5 miles
If I can get all of these runs in AND really take control of my eating, this should be a really good week!
Bring it week, BRING IT!
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Showing posts with label schedules. Show all posts
Monday, 23 July 2012
Monday, 9 July 2012
It's just a numbers game
Tomorrow morning I'm going to do something worse than being thrown into an outdoor pool in the middle of November in any city in Canada! Tomorrow morning, when I wake up, I'm going to step on the scale. The question in my head right now is will it be better or worse than what I'm imagining? I'm praying hoping for the best, but expecting fearing the worst.
I think however, that I've finally reached a place where I'm not OK with ignoring this little weight game that I've been playing for the last couple of years. Hence, writing about it here. I wouldn't be taking the extreme measure of writing about my struggles and accomplishments for anyone in the cyber world to read if it was all wonderful, right? I feel like something is different though, like I'm actually prepared to make the necessary changes this time because I don't want to be the F word anymore.
On a totally positive note, I did something that I'm super proud of today! Sundays are my long run days, and I knew that today was going to be a challenge. It was 5.5 miles, which is the furthest I've run since May when I did my last 10 k. How you might ask, does someone go from training for a 10 k to just not doing anything for 2 months? Well, largely because it's so much easier to succumb to the hypnotic ways of my couch after the kids are in bed than it is to get my butt out the door or down to my dank dungeon of torture (not to be confused with the red room of pain, that's a totally different story, and really not the same...at all!)
Getting back to today, I stood eye to eye with my schedule this morning and I stared at that 5.5 miles typed there for the whole world to see. As I stood there like a crazy woman, staring at this harmless piece of paper hanging on my fridge, I made a decision that I was better than 5.5 miles. That if I wanted to, I could run 7 miles today and that 5.5 miles was nothing! A drop in the bucket really! So before I actually allowed myself to acknowledge that I was in fact a bold-faced liar, I laced up my NB's and headed down the stairs. And you know what? I kicked that 5.5. right square in the kisser, and felt great when I was done! I started taking walk breaks after I hit 2.5 miles, which is totally fine with me. I'm totally cool with the 10 and 1 rule, I just like to get some distance behind me before I take the first walk break.
So, tomorrow morning think of me as I stand on my scale, in my bathroom afraid to look down at my feet. That reminds me, I should probably paint my toes so it doesn't look quite so bad!
Until tomorrow...
I think however, that I've finally reached a place where I'm not OK with ignoring this little weight game that I've been playing for the last couple of years. Hence, writing about it here. I wouldn't be taking the extreme measure of writing about my struggles and accomplishments for anyone in the cyber world to read if it was all wonderful, right? I feel like something is different though, like I'm actually prepared to make the necessary changes this time because I don't want to be the F word anymore.
On a totally positive note, I did something that I'm super proud of today! Sundays are my long run days, and I knew that today was going to be a challenge. It was 5.5 miles, which is the furthest I've run since May when I did my last 10 k. How you might ask, does someone go from training for a 10 k to just not doing anything for 2 months? Well, largely because it's so much easier to succumb to the hypnotic ways of my couch after the kids are in bed than it is to get my butt out the door or down to my dank dungeon of torture (not to be confused with the red room of pain, that's a totally different story, and really not the same...at all!)
Getting back to today, I stood eye to eye with my schedule this morning and I stared at that 5.5 miles typed there for the whole world to see. As I stood there like a crazy woman, staring at this harmless piece of paper hanging on my fridge, I made a decision that I was better than 5.5 miles. That if I wanted to, I could run 7 miles today and that 5.5 miles was nothing! A drop in the bucket really! So before I actually allowed myself to acknowledge that I was in fact a bold-faced liar, I laced up my NB's and headed down the stairs. And you know what? I kicked that 5.5. right square in the kisser, and felt great when I was done! I started taking walk breaks after I hit 2.5 miles, which is totally fine with me. I'm totally cool with the 10 and 1 rule, I just like to get some distance behind me before I take the first walk break.
So, tomorrow morning think of me as I stand on my scale, in my bathroom afraid to look down at my feet. That reminds me, I should probably paint my toes so it doesn't look quite so bad!
Until tomorrow...
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Well whaddya know?
I did something last night that I haven't done in a really long time. Like I mean a r.e.a.l.l.y. long time! I ran on my treadmill. I know, I can hardly believe it myself! It's a 'stop the press!' kind of revelation really, isn't it?
Me and my treadmill, we have a spotty history. We bought it about 3 years ago and for the first 6 months, I used that thing religiously. Every other night I'd get the kids into bed and then I'd go downstairs to our basement (which is unfinished and looks like a department store has thrown up in.) and I'd run for 30 - 40 minutes. Slowly but surely, my dedication to the evening runs started to wane and my inclination to laziness took over.
In an attempt to kick my lazy butt into high gear, I let my bestie talk me into signing up for my first 1/2 marathon. She hooked me up with a training schedule and we vowed to do every long run together on Sunday mornings. All I had to do was do the 'little' runs in-between on my own. HA! Somehow I almost always made it to Sunday with only doing maybe one of my scheduled runs through the week. Suffice it to say, we completed that 1/2 marathon, not well, but we crossed the finish line together feeling like we'd (well, I) had done something really big! My bestie kept reminding me that just being out there was more than many others would ever do, but my competitive side kept nagging with her finger waving saying 'if you're not going to do it well, don't do it at all!' It was hard to tune her out sometimes!
With a 1/2 under my belt, I decided that maybe it was better to focus on smaller runs and build up to the 1/2. So last summer instead of signing up for another 1/2 I signed up for two 10 k's, and dreamed of crossing the finish lines strong and smiling. Maybe I should have channeled that dream when running those races, huh? Again, I finished my last race and vowed that I was going to train and be ready for the next one.
So, here I am, 6 weeks away from a 15 k (I know, CrAzY sauce, right?) with barely a run under my belt. Well, this circus train is coming to a full blown stop and I'm doing a re-org of my priorities. And last night was my first step towards that happening.
I stepped on that treadmill last night not sure how it was going to feel. I went for a run last week and barely made it to 1.5 miles before I felt like I was going to die, but last night I had a feeling - no, not like I was going to throw up, but just a feeling like I could do it if I really wanted to, but that I was the only one who could make it happen. So, I ran. I ran and I watched the numbers get bigger on the display. 10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes...48 minutes later I pressed stop and I think I could have even gone a bit further if I'd really wanted to! I know, I know, running on a treadmill is nothing like running outside, but for now, I'll take 48 minutes of constant motion because that 48 minutes is more than I did the day before!
Today, I'm going to try and get 3.5 in after baseball. That's what's on the schedule for today and from here on out, the schedule is in charge, not me!
Me and my treadmill, we have a spotty history. We bought it about 3 years ago and for the first 6 months, I used that thing religiously. Every other night I'd get the kids into bed and then I'd go downstairs to our basement (which is unfinished and looks like a department store has thrown up in.) and I'd run for 30 - 40 minutes. Slowly but surely, my dedication to the evening runs started to wane and my inclination to laziness took over.
In an attempt to kick my lazy butt into high gear, I let my bestie talk me into signing up for my first 1/2 marathon. She hooked me up with a training schedule and we vowed to do every long run together on Sunday mornings. All I had to do was do the 'little' runs in-between on my own. HA! Somehow I almost always made it to Sunday with only doing maybe one of my scheduled runs through the week. Suffice it to say, we completed that 1/2 marathon, not well, but we crossed the finish line together feeling like we'd (well, I) had done something really big! My bestie kept reminding me that just being out there was more than many others would ever do, but my competitive side kept nagging with her finger waving saying 'if you're not going to do it well, don't do it at all!' It was hard to tune her out sometimes!
With a 1/2 under my belt, I decided that maybe it was better to focus on smaller runs and build up to the 1/2. So last summer instead of signing up for another 1/2 I signed up for two 10 k's, and dreamed of crossing the finish lines strong and smiling. Maybe I should have channeled that dream when running those races, huh? Again, I finished my last race and vowed that I was going to train and be ready for the next one.
So, here I am, 6 weeks away from a 15 k (I know, CrAzY sauce, right?) with barely a run under my belt. Well, this circus train is coming to a full blown stop and I'm doing a re-org of my priorities. And last night was my first step towards that happening.
I stepped on that treadmill last night not sure how it was going to feel. I went for a run last week and barely made it to 1.5 miles before I felt like I was going to die, but last night I had a feeling - no, not like I was going to throw up, but just a feeling like I could do it if I really wanted to, but that I was the only one who could make it happen. So, I ran. I ran and I watched the numbers get bigger on the display. 10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes...48 minutes later I pressed stop and I think I could have even gone a bit further if I'd really wanted to! I know, I know, running on a treadmill is nothing like running outside, but for now, I'll take 48 minutes of constant motion because that 48 minutes is more than I did the day before!
Today, I'm going to try and get 3.5 in after baseball. That's what's on the schedule for today and from here on out, the schedule is in charge, not me!
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