Weigh in #10, geocaching, and perpetual soreness

8 03 2010

This weeks weigh in is a little late. Busy weekend. Keep reading!

Weigh in #10

I wouldn’t even really consider this week a weight loss as it’s so small but it’s not a gain so I’m chalking this one up to a success! My calorie intake was fine. I think it’s the microwave popcorn I ate the day before my weigh-in. Let me rephrase that: I went to the movie’s (Alice in Wonderland 3D) and snuck in 1.5 bags of microwave popcorn (and some fruit of course). The reason I think it’s salt/water retention is because I flushed out my system yesterday and saw a significant loss this morning. However I’m not using it as my weigh-in weight since Saturdays are the days and today is not Saturday!

First the picture:

Now the numbers:

  • Week 1 = 257.4 (-6.1)
  • Week 2 = 255.0 (-2.4)
  • Week 3 = 254.6 (-.4)
  • Week 4 = 253.8 (-.8) *I started c25k
  • Week 5 = 248.2 (-5.6)
  • Week 6 = 247.2 (-1.0)
  • Week 7 = 246.2 (-1.0)
  • Week 8 = 244.4 (-1.8)
  • Week 9 = 241.0 (-3.4)
  • Week 10= 240.6 (-.4)

That brings my total up to -22.9.

I reached my goal of 240 so I did just what I said I was going to do in weigh-in #9 which is buy myself a pair of pants. In case you’re wondering what kind of pants…keep reading!

Geocaching:

I bought a new pair of hiking pants as my reward for hitting 240! Then I went geocaching for 4 hours this past Saturday. It was just about the most fun ever! My friend Heidi is an avid geocacher and took me on an awesome series. I’m not sure of the mileage covered but after 4 hours of nothing but hunting and walking I’d say I covered at least 10 miles (AT LEAST). I was so tired (and sore) that it gave me a good reason to move my running days to Monday, Wednesday, Friday instead of Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday.  What a great way to get a great workout!

Perpetual soreness:

Not that this is a bad thing. I’m just always sore. Especially the back of my thighs and calves after sitting for long periods of time (and unfortunately my work has me doing just that). Some days (like Sunday) I’m sore enough in my muscles that I fore-go any type of exercise. I think the most exercise I did on Sunday was to go to my local Metropolitan market to pick up some Sole and organic veggies.

Today was a run day. Week 6 day 1 of c25k. I am 8 sessions away from graduating. I am so gonna buy me one of those shirts.

Lots of people are inquiring about whether or not I’ve picked a 5k to run. The answer is no, not yet. I’m not ready. Both physically and mentally. I want to finish the c25k and then run 3 x week at 30 minutes for a few weeks to build up stamina. I may pick one as my graduation “gift” but it would be in the Summer time before it was happening (Or at least late Spring).  When I do run, I’ll be wearing that shirt up there for sure!!!





A picture is worth 17 pounds…

11 02 2010

You can’t make anything more real than by taking a picture. The pants on the bottom are the one’s I was wearing when I went into Kohl’s yesterday. The middle pair is one of the pairs I bought (Size 20). They fit nicely. The one’s on the top are the size 18. They fit nicely as well and I actually appreciate the shape of my thighs while wearing them.

Today was a much better day emotionally. Not that yesterday was a bad day…it was just a hard day to get through emotionally (started out way low…ended up way high) and left me feeling exposed and sensitive. Up early this morning to complete the last run of week two for the c25k program. I’m going to go ahead and give week 3 a shot this coming Sunday. I’m horribly nervous about the idea of running 3 minutes. The thing to remember that if I feel it’s not time I can redo week #2.

I saw an interesting sign in front of a church: “Notice what is right”. I saw this on my way to the track today. I was a nice mantra to have while running in the rain. I spend too much time noticing what is wrong that I forget to think about the things that are right. Here are some things that are right:

  • I have a loving husband that supports everything I’m doing on this life changing journey.
  • I have lost 17 pounds while implementing these life changes.
  • I can run 90 seconds (multiple times).
  • I have more energy and find myself craving more time to move and less time in front of the computer.
  • I am buying sizes of clothes that I thought far out of my reach.
  • I am not smoking nor do I have the urge.
  • I have saved 150+ hours of my life NOT playing World of Warcraft in the last month.

What are some things that you notice are right in your life?





Therapy and clothes shopping…

10 02 2010

Therapy

First off life changes doesn’t just mean making better food choices and moving more…it’s about getting to the core of the issues. I’ve been back in therapy now for a few weeks. The past few times have just been about getting to know each other and establishing my relationship tree with the people in my life. Easy peasy…until today.

I didn’t have a good morning today prior to therapy. I got up with the intentions of walking the dogs and then trying out the new workout dvd(s) I got from the library. I got up and checked my Facebook instead. Why I do that when I know I won’t feel good about it afterwards I’m not sure. Now there isn’t time to walk the dogs and do the dvd so I opt for the dvd. It was the kick boxing for dummies and it just didn’t work for me. I moved awkwardly and couldn’t keep up with the steps. My frustration level is creeping up at this point. I’m mad at myself for being on the computer. I’m mad at myself for not keeping up with the dvd.

<insert “you can’t do anything right” voices>

I go to see my therapist and for the first time in a long time I actually tell someone how I’m feeling. Most of the time I just say “I’m fine” but since my husband has repeatedly told me that I clearly wear my emotions on my face, it wouldn’t do me any good to try and get around how I was feeling this morning.

It was a tough hour. I cried. I let myself cry for being so hard on myself when there is no need. I cried because I so want to unplug from my laptop and find it difficult. I cried at being frustrated for always looking at the negative instead of looking at the positive. I cried because after 40 years of this learned behavior this too has to change.

I have a mantra “Today is only 24 hours. Tomorrow is another day”. I tell this to everyone except myself. I allow one small thing to become about disappointment and failure to follow through. An hour on the computer means I will never walk the dogs again. Feeling disappointed at today’s attempt with the workout dvd means I’ll never reach my goal of losing weight.

If I heard someone else talking like this I’d seriously punch them in the neck for such crazy talk.  I’m sure someone else would punch me in the neck if they heard me talk like this about myself but since this is an internal battle no one hears this stuff but me.

Until I put it out here.

Today is only 24 hours. Tomorrow is another day.

Clothes Shopping:

Therapy done and finished. assignment from her was to not go home. I had three hours before I had to work.  She said it wouldn’t do me any good to go home and try to fix what I thought was not completed and to just allow myself to “let it go”. So what’s a girl to do with three hours?

I’ve been leery about buying new clothes. My current selection has finally started to get too big. The pants I left the house in were a size 24 and just about falling off. However I don’t want to be disappointed if I can’t find anything I like. Clothes shopping for fat people can be a nightmare. It has been mine since I was a child. But hey, I had a Kohl’s gift card from Christmas so what the hell.

I found a pair of pants I liked. Just on a whim I took a size 20 off the rack. Now my hearts beating fast, I’m getting worked up. I think maybe I should have taken a size 22 first so I’m not disappointed and frustrated and walk out before I even begin. I go into the dressing room….

AND THEY FIT!!!

A size 20! Holy crap I’m freaking out and I’m sure my squeal of giddiness scared the person next to me.  They weren’t tight and my thighs didn’t look like stuffed marshmellows. SWEET! One pair down. I know I shouldn’t have pushed my luck but I just wanted to try on another pair. I found another pair I liked and grab both an 18 and a 20…just to see. I go back to the same dressing room. I put on the first pair and think “hey, these fit pretty good”…let me try the size 18 just in case.

I look over at the other pair. I realize that the pair still there on the hanger is the size 20…HUH WHA???

I look down and sure enough I’m wearing the size 18. It’s an 18w but HOLY HELL I’M WEARING AN 18. Now I’m really pushing my luck. I go over into the men’s athletic dept. to look for a new pair of running pants as my sweats are no longer adequate (nothing says sexy like pulling up your sweats while trying not to trip over your feet). I don’t even look in the XXL section as I normally would. I go straight for the XL and find a pair to my liking. Back to the same dressing room (as I’m sure it’s got some magical powers by now)…

THEY FIT TOO!

Three for Three! I decide that’s enough excitement for one day. I wanted to hug the lady at the cash register but decided that might be a little too weird since I didn’t even offer to buy her dinner first.

Moral of the story:

Sometimes you don’t even need 24 hours to have a better tomorrow!