25 September 2013
I've got a good friend doing it and she's lost a lot of weight and not gonna lie, my bitter heart was jealous. So after rolling it over in my head for a few weeks, I went ahead and joined. My first meeting isn't until this weekend, but I am on plan as of now.
Maybe standing on a scale in front of someone will give me the accountability I need. I'm really hoping that I can get my nutrition in step with my exercise and just move slowly downward. I don't need big, flashy results. I just need to be a little better today than I was yesterday.
Sunday is my first 10k. I'm nervous about it. I know I can move the distance but I'm a big girl and I am likely to be the biggest person signed up for the 10k distance.
I've got this, anyway.
11 September 2013
Well, that's frustrating because eventually you want one of the forbidden items. and then the floodgates.
So, I changed my goals. My goals now are to move SOMEHOW every day for at least 40 minutes, to do at least one strength training item per day and to eat about 2,000 calories per day. If I run/walk for over an hour, I add a few more calories in. I can usually make room for an indulgence or two every day.
It's not perfect, but it works for me.
I'm feeling happier and more comfortable with where I am. Just watching now, to see if this is the honeymoon phase. I hope not.
07 September 2013
So this week kicked off with a bang and a whimper. The bang was a shitload of jumping jacks. Like really really a lot of jumping jacks. Sunday was 300 and everyday added or stayed the same. Today's was 800. The whimper was me whining about the jacks.
The next bang was me committing to three six-mile runs this week. The whimper came from my poor, sad, blistered toes. For some reason I decided that I needed to do that distance for the first time three times. But I said it. And so I did it. Sunday morning crazy Conner and I went out and knocked that out. Slowly. I'm not a fast runner y'all. I planned to knock it out consecutive but Monday was a big no can do. I went for a four mile walk instead with friends Becky and Cooper. We had a lovely time taking notice of the day. Tuesday was OMG first day of kindergarten so sad old mom took the day off and ran with my friend Sara. She had no schedule or agenda and was just there for me. It was perfect. Six miles and one to go. Wednesday was guilt day but more on that later. Thursday after work was my day. Hydrated all day and home long enough to put on my sports bra and my sneakers. I start off slowly and stay that way but meander my way around the neighborhood ticking off miles little by little. It was a pleasure although some of the actual miles felt rough. By the end of mile six my aforementioned blistered toes were voting to secede from their union with my body. But I did it. Goal met. Five points for me!
Guilt day. Dev had a fever. Dev had a cough. We treated symptoms but didn't really worry because he was acting fine. Not remotely like a sick person. Saturday morning we all did Color Me Rad. We get home. Whoa. Biiig fever. Give my little busy some Motrin and on with our day. Not acting sick. Sunday sick off and on. Monday same. Tuesday no fever so off to kindergarten we go. Mention to the teacher that he's not feeling perfect. Get a call from the nurse that he was in but not acting sick so she sent him back to class. We pick him up and take him to urgent care. Oh, have we met? Worst mom ever. My kid has pneumonia. Ten seconds after his first dose of his antibiotics and he's so much better.
I'm going to feel better about this in about a dozen years.
Moving into next week. My goal for this week is active recovery. Run our walk with Conner six days. Happy mom, happy dog.
Keep moving forward everyone.