I'll tell you what happened....I just ran four miles.
I'm not sure how I managed to do that, given that the mile I've been running has been a struggle.
My friend Tish, who is a marathon, half marathon, triathlon - "veteran athlete" (and maybe just a little bit crazy), invites whoever would like to join her in a weekly run along Coyote Creek Trail in San Jose. It's a little bit of a drive for me, but I thought I would give it a try. I invited my sister in law Nikki to join. We're both signed up for the San Jose Rock & Roll half marathon in October (as is Tish and several other friends).
Given my month long running hiatus (thanks to a wedding, subsequent honeymoon, and a mild bout of whooping cough), I lost a little bit of my "pre-wedding" fitness and haven't felt very confident that I would be able to run a 5K, let alone a half marathon (which I am STILL not committing to running in it's entirety, by the way!). But after working my way back up to a (hellish) mile, I figured if would be fun to get out there with a group of like minded individuals and see what happens.
Before I get to the actual run,I have to tell you about the "magical coffee incident". The drive from Pleasanton to South San Jose is a little long. I needed coffee. My favorite local coffee shop doesn't open until 7:30 and I had to leave Pleasanton by 7, so I was a little bummed that I was going to have to go to the competitor across the street (Tully's - bitter coffee, un-inspired franchise decor). I parked on Main Street in front of my usual place (shout out to Cafe Main) and was about to cross the street to Tully's, but decided to try the door, just in case, it looked like the lights were on?! Lo and behold, the door opened. I heard the angels sing! My favorite coffee, "Majestic", was brewing. The barista said "We're not actually open yet, but I was early today and I've got your coffee ready!" If that isn't the Coffee Gods smiling down on me, I don't know what it is!
The drive was much shorter than I thought. Nikki and I were both a little early, which gave us time to "plot our strategy", which basically boiled down to "Well...let's just run for a while until we're done and then walk?" Sounds good!
Tish arrived soon after and off we went! With the talking and laughing and nice easy pace, we reached the mile marker quickly and I still felt great! Nikki concurred, so we kept going. Then at the two mile marker I was STOKED! We just ran two miles! Nikki ran a 5k in April but hasn't run more than a mile non-stop in a while (working on speed and interval training). We stopped to take a little stretch and then headed back. At first I said "Well, I'm walking back." Mostly because it just didn't register, as great as I felt, that I had more run in me. Nikki was game to do whatever. Tish went on ahead. But after about 20 seconds of walking, Nikki and I looked at each other, a little surprised that we felt so good, and said...let's GO!
We only intended to run another mile (making it a 5k), but we missed the mile marker and by the time we realized we passed it, we were already at the next one signalling that we only had a .50 mile to go! We were just too close to stop at this point, and still felt great! We didn't stop until we got to Tish, waiting for as at the four mile point. Whoo hooo!
Tish is getting back into her training groove, and an 8 miler or more is not a problem for her. It just worked out that she only had time for 4 on this day. Thank god!
For me (and maybe Nikki) the run was pretty epic. I think the wings are starting to unfurl!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Goals
I'm running a mile again. It doesn't sound like much, but this is where I left off before the wedding. In fact, I ran my first mile two days before the wedding and then didn't run or hike or do ANYTHING (except a little yoga and a lot of eating and drinking) for a solid month. It feels good to get back to my old "healthier" ways and push myself again! Kristin and I will resume our weekly hikes, starting tomorrow. I wonder how far up Morrison Canyon or the Pleasanton Ridge I will actually be able to climb the first few attempts? This should be interesting (and challenging). Hopefully, the additional cardiovascular work out will help me increase my running time/distance!
And more good news; I smell Fall in the air! This means I have 10 whole months before next year's bathing suit season! : ) While I didn't actually get to parade around (at least not in public) in a bikini this year, I'm pretty happy with where I am and what I did accomplish. For me, it's the effort and perseverance that really matter, not so much the end result. I didn't give up and I didn't let myself down.
I think that goals are something we should strive for, but if we attain all of our goals too easily, maybe we're not setting them high enough? Goals should be difficult to achieve. They should make us put in a good amount of effort, allow us to challenge ourselves and push through obstacles, both physical and emotional, while at the same time not be so difficult that we feel defeated before we even start.
On the other hand, I believe that it's perfectly "OK" for goals to be "fluid". Lord knows I adjusted my goals as our wedding day approached: Lose 25 pounds and have my dress taken in an entire size! Ok, lose 15 pounds and maybe a little adjustment on the dress? Ok, just fit into the @%$# damn $&*@# -ing DRESS!! And guess what? I achieved my goal! I wouldn't call that "copping out" or "failing", I call it being realistic, knowing my limits and abilities, and adjusting my goals accordingly, as I go. It's self-preservation really. If I'm not even close to my originally set goal, I could a) beat myself up over it and feel horrible about myself or b) adjust my goal to something I can come close to, or even actually achieve, and feel great about it!
Equally as important; enjoying the journey and learning from it! One thing I didn't have to learn (because I've always known) is that, while I can be pretty tenacious and go after the things I want (goals included), with a fairly constant degree of enthusiasm (just ask my mom about the pony thing), I tend to err on the side of "least effort required" (i.e. laziness). So to be successful, my goals need to be reasonable, reeeaaalllly reasonable.
I read a quote in Runner's World magazine about aging: "Making peace with the aging process is so much easier when you're in motion." (Kristin Armstrong) I have to agree. The same goes for body image. When you are in motion, you develop an appreciation for your body that transcends the need to look a certain way, or try to achieve unrealistic (for your body OR personality type) goals.
I'm 42. This is the time in my life where self-acceptance trumps self-critical. Effort and joy are in balance. Physical motion and quiet reflection are given their turn in equal measure. All of these ingredients go into the pot, and whatever comes out of it will be delicious! That is my goal.
And more good news; I smell Fall in the air! This means I have 10 whole months before next year's bathing suit season! : ) While I didn't actually get to parade around (at least not in public) in a bikini this year, I'm pretty happy with where I am and what I did accomplish. For me, it's the effort and perseverance that really matter, not so much the end result. I didn't give up and I didn't let myself down.
I think that goals are something we should strive for, but if we attain all of our goals too easily, maybe we're not setting them high enough? Goals should be difficult to achieve. They should make us put in a good amount of effort, allow us to challenge ourselves and push through obstacles, both physical and emotional, while at the same time not be so difficult that we feel defeated before we even start.
On the other hand, I believe that it's perfectly "OK" for goals to be "fluid". Lord knows I adjusted my goals as our wedding day approached: Lose 25 pounds and have my dress taken in an entire size! Ok, lose 15 pounds and maybe a little adjustment on the dress? Ok, just fit into the @%$# damn $&*@# -ing DRESS!! And guess what? I achieved my goal! I wouldn't call that "copping out" or "failing", I call it being realistic, knowing my limits and abilities, and adjusting my goals accordingly, as I go. It's self-preservation really. If I'm not even close to my originally set goal, I could a) beat myself up over it and feel horrible about myself or b) adjust my goal to something I can come close to, or even actually achieve, and feel great about it!
Equally as important; enjoying the journey and learning from it! One thing I didn't have to learn (because I've always known) is that, while I can be pretty tenacious and go after the things I want (goals included), with a fairly constant degree of enthusiasm (just ask my mom about the pony thing), I tend to err on the side of "least effort required" (i.e. laziness). So to be successful, my goals need to be reasonable, reeeaaalllly reasonable.
I read a quote in Runner's World magazine about aging: "Making peace with the aging process is so much easier when you're in motion." (Kristin Armstrong) I have to agree. The same goes for body image. When you are in motion, you develop an appreciation for your body that transcends the need to look a certain way, or try to achieve unrealistic (for your body OR personality type) goals.
I'm 42. This is the time in my life where self-acceptance trumps self-critical. Effort and joy are in balance. Physical motion and quiet reflection are given their turn in equal measure. All of these ingredients go into the pot, and whatever comes out of it will be delicious! That is my goal.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
The Middle Way
I know...in that way that sometimes I just “know” things...that underneath these pencil ankles, weak shins, and equestrienne knees, regardless of the fact that I have the lung capacity of a 20 year pack-a-day smoker or the speed and ambition of a sloth... "I AM a runner". And if I’m wrong, I’m going to take up racing motorcycles (because I sort of have a feeling about that too). But first, let me follow my instincts with the running thing until I’ve exhausted all hope. I’m a long way from that, by the way, but with the ½ Marathon looming ever nearer, I’ve got some pavement to burn and I better get on it!
This week I got back into “health mode”. Well, ha ha, let me back up a little bit. Yesterday, I DID have a filet-o-fish and fries from McDonald's for an afternoon snack, followed by a 3 piece egg roll/two taco chaser from Jack in the Box for dinner (Whoa! Where did that come from?), but it’s the LAST time! I don’t eat fast food very often, almost never. But when I do...holy trans-fat, this girl can eat! Yikes...
Anyway - aside from the fast food binge, it’s only Thursday and I’ve already got a few short runs under my belt. The plan is to slowly ease my way back up to the mile marker I finally hit before the wedding, and then I’ll move on from there. I’ve practiced yoga a few times, did some meditating, got kind of deep into the nature of my own nature and equally as deep into a few bags of chips. Now I’m ready to get down to business.
Rob likes to say (or is it that I like him to say?) that I do things “The Middle Way”, a reference to Buddhism, which is usually TRUE (unless cheese puffs or potato chips or fast food or wine or candy or chocolate or cigarettes or cheese are involved) and a HUGE compliment. It doesn’t mean “half-assed”, it just means “not in the extreme”. I don’t jump into things 150%, only to then jump out just as quickly when I find that the new lifestyle change or habit doesn’t agree with me. I give it a good 75-80% at all times...consistently (ummm...not so sure I should be admitting this...and with pride?). I plod along, definitely more tortoise than hare-like, maybe a wee bit too tenaciously at times, but definitely not at a full gallop. Perhaps this is why the pounds I lost for the wedding are still gone? Those pounds took FORever to come off, but I think they’re long gone and for good! (Unless I set up a permanent camp in the McDonald's drive through).
So training for a ½ marathon is going to be interesting. I’d rather take my time, build on the running for few years, and then maybe I’ll be ready in say...2015. We’ll just have to see how it goes because, while part of me understands my nature, the other part of me just KNOWS that I am a natural...born...runner (Suze Ormon voice here).
Some how, at some point, when I least expect it, but wish really hard for it (like the way I wished really hard for a pony until I eventually got one), the gossamer wings of Nike that are hiding inside my Brooks will quietly unfurl and I will float effortlessly and serenely across the finish line, like Nike herself, to claim VICTORY!
Until then, I’ll just wait...and wish...and Oh! Probably run a little bit too!
This week I got back into “health mode”. Well, ha ha, let me back up a little bit. Yesterday, I DID have a filet-o-fish and fries from McDonald's for an afternoon snack, followed by a 3 piece egg roll/two taco chaser from Jack in the Box for dinner (Whoa! Where did that come from?), but it’s the LAST time! I don’t eat fast food very often, almost never. But when I do...holy trans-fat, this girl can eat! Yikes...
Anyway - aside from the fast food binge, it’s only Thursday and I’ve already got a few short runs under my belt. The plan is to slowly ease my way back up to the mile marker I finally hit before the wedding, and then I’ll move on from there. I’ve practiced yoga a few times, did some meditating, got kind of deep into the nature of my own nature and equally as deep into a few bags of chips. Now I’m ready to get down to business.
Rob likes to say (or is it that I like him to say?) that I do things “The Middle Way”, a reference to Buddhism, which is usually TRUE (unless cheese puffs or potato chips or fast food or wine or candy or chocolate or cigarettes or cheese are involved) and a HUGE compliment. It doesn’t mean “half-assed”, it just means “not in the extreme”. I don’t jump into things 150%, only to then jump out just as quickly when I find that the new lifestyle change or habit doesn’t agree with me. I give it a good 75-80% at all times...consistently (ummm...not so sure I should be admitting this...and with pride?). I plod along, definitely more tortoise than hare-like, maybe a wee bit too tenaciously at times, but definitely not at a full gallop. Perhaps this is why the pounds I lost for the wedding are still gone? Those pounds took FORever to come off, but I think they’re long gone and for good! (Unless I set up a permanent camp in the McDonald's drive through).
So training for a ½ marathon is going to be interesting. I’d rather take my time, build on the running for few years, and then maybe I’ll be ready in say...2015. We’ll just have to see how it goes because, while part of me understands my nature, the other part of me just KNOWS that I am a natural...born...runner (Suze Ormon voice here).
Some how, at some point, when I least expect it, but wish really hard for it (like the way I wished really hard for a pony until I eventually got one), the gossamer wings of Nike that are hiding inside my Brooks will quietly unfurl and I will float effortlessly and serenely across the finish line, like Nike herself, to claim VICTORY!
Until then, I’ll just wait...and wish...and Oh! Probably run a little bit too!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
The Long Version Of My FB Status
This is a recent Facebook Status:
“Stand outside and take a look around. Everywhere is beauty. Even the seemingly imperfect in nature is beautiful. Now look within. Everywhere is beauty, both perfect and imperfect. Mother Nature and Human Nature both - perfect and imperfect, yet still beautiful. Go easy on yourself.”
It’s really a pared down version of a concept/idea that I was mulling over yesterday as I practiced yoga outside in the gazebo. Yoga is a really special time for me because it puts me in a place – both mentally and physically, where I can quietly reflect on things without a lot of “inner chatter”. Physically, it allows me to move, stretch, and balance my body and my breath in a way that deepens my awareness and appreciation for my body and the life that it supports. I always feel grateful and beautiful at the end of my yoga practice, no matter my current “weight status”. Intellectually, it relaxes my mind and allows me to think and reflect on things that I otherwise wouldn’t have the time or mental clarity to dwell on. Often, I feel like I can see things more clearly during, and immediately following, my yoga practice. Sometimes, these thoughts and reflections carry over into conversations that Rob and I have later on in the evening where they are tossed around, smoothed out, speculated on, and expanded upon until they become fully formed and verbalized in a way that makes sense, not just yoga-psycho-babble.
This particular idea during this particular yoga practice was very apropos because I had just blogged about “getting back in the saddle” on this weight loss/exercise thing, albeit a bit apathetically. I’m happy. And if everything is so perfectly beautiful and beautifully imperfect…how does one find the impetus to work on oneself, and does one even need to work on oneself given the nature of all of this perfect imperfection? At these times of deep contentment and even deeper self-acceptance, I'm much less concerned with what’s going on with my outward physical appearance and my attention turns inward. I’m happy now, yes. Content, yes. But I found it interesting, this idea of imperfection in nature being a reflection of the imperfection of our own human nature, or vice versa. And if this imperfection is beautiful and has purpose “out there”, can’t it be beautiful and serve a purpose “in here” as well?
So there I was. I felt so at peace, out there in the gazebo, observing nature in all of its beauty. Even the odd misshapen leaf, the half eaten moth, and the dried leaves choking out the new growth of wild mint…were all beautiful and exactly right. And as Yoga would have it, that observation quietly moved inward. I realized a few things right away that excited me. First, that there could be a great opportunity for a lesson here, something new to reflect upon during my yoga practice. The second thing I realized is that I’ve got a habit of pointing out my character “imperfections” to myself; quite often and not with anything akin to “loving kindness”. But I have been learning over the years, thanks (I believe) to my Buddhist practice, that I don’t have to be perfect to be a good person (insert “Religion of choice/Mother/Daughter/Wife/Friend” here). There are things about myself that I would love to change, tweak, or obliterate all together. Ego for one…that’s a doozy. Kindness…I could work on that too. I tend to be impatient with people, not very understanding, and easily annoyed by perceived weaknesses in people. I have berated myself for being a “crappy Buddhist”. I eat meat. I’m only compassionate when I make a concerted effort to be, and I don’t meditate very well or often. But these are all things that make me human. And if I weren’t aware of these “imperfections”, I would be obnoxious. So instead, I celebrate them as a reminder of my human-ness. But I can still gently nudge myself in the right direction. I can change and evolve as long as I have breath in my body. My imperfections can be a little less “half eaten moth”, and a little more “misshapen leaf”. I can also embrace them as part of my human nature and let the awareness of them guide my actions to something more “Buddha-like”.
If we gave as much attention to our inner selves as we do our outer selves, if we could see that nature, in its perfect/imperfect beauty is perfectly reflected within each of us, then that knowledge alone might help us to develop compassion and understanding, kindness and love, appreciation and honor, toward those outside of us, yes. And toward ourselves as well.
And this kind of puts the weight loss thing in perspective too.
“Stand outside and take a look around. Everywhere is beauty. Even the seemingly imperfect in nature is beautiful. Now look within. Everywhere is beauty, both perfect and imperfect. Mother Nature and Human Nature both - perfect and imperfect, yet still beautiful. Go easy on yourself.”
It’s really a pared down version of a concept/idea that I was mulling over yesterday as I practiced yoga outside in the gazebo. Yoga is a really special time for me because it puts me in a place – both mentally and physically, where I can quietly reflect on things without a lot of “inner chatter”. Physically, it allows me to move, stretch, and balance my body and my breath in a way that deepens my awareness and appreciation for my body and the life that it supports. I always feel grateful and beautiful at the end of my yoga practice, no matter my current “weight status”. Intellectually, it relaxes my mind and allows me to think and reflect on things that I otherwise wouldn’t have the time or mental clarity to dwell on. Often, I feel like I can see things more clearly during, and immediately following, my yoga practice. Sometimes, these thoughts and reflections carry over into conversations that Rob and I have later on in the evening where they are tossed around, smoothed out, speculated on, and expanded upon until they become fully formed and verbalized in a way that makes sense, not just yoga-psycho-babble.
This particular idea during this particular yoga practice was very apropos because I had just blogged about “getting back in the saddle” on this weight loss/exercise thing, albeit a bit apathetically. I’m happy. And if everything is so perfectly beautiful and beautifully imperfect…how does one find the impetus to work on oneself, and does one even need to work on oneself given the nature of all of this perfect imperfection? At these times of deep contentment and even deeper self-acceptance, I'm much less concerned with what’s going on with my outward physical appearance and my attention turns inward. I’m happy now, yes. Content, yes. But I found it interesting, this idea of imperfection in nature being a reflection of the imperfection of our own human nature, or vice versa. And if this imperfection is beautiful and has purpose “out there”, can’t it be beautiful and serve a purpose “in here” as well?
So there I was. I felt so at peace, out there in the gazebo, observing nature in all of its beauty. Even the odd misshapen leaf, the half eaten moth, and the dried leaves choking out the new growth of wild mint…were all beautiful and exactly right. And as Yoga would have it, that observation quietly moved inward. I realized a few things right away that excited me. First, that there could be a great opportunity for a lesson here, something new to reflect upon during my yoga practice. The second thing I realized is that I’ve got a habit of pointing out my character “imperfections” to myself; quite often and not with anything akin to “loving kindness”. But I have been learning over the years, thanks (I believe) to my Buddhist practice, that I don’t have to be perfect to be a good person (insert “Religion of choice/Mother/Daughter/Wife/Friend” here). There are things about myself that I would love to change, tweak, or obliterate all together. Ego for one…that’s a doozy. Kindness…I could work on that too. I tend to be impatient with people, not very understanding, and easily annoyed by perceived weaknesses in people. I have berated myself for being a “crappy Buddhist”. I eat meat. I’m only compassionate when I make a concerted effort to be, and I don’t meditate very well or often. But these are all things that make me human. And if I weren’t aware of these “imperfections”, I would be obnoxious. So instead, I celebrate them as a reminder of my human-ness. But I can still gently nudge myself in the right direction. I can change and evolve as long as I have breath in my body. My imperfections can be a little less “half eaten moth”, and a little more “misshapen leaf”. I can also embrace them as part of my human nature and let the awareness of them guide my actions to something more “Buddha-like”.
If we gave as much attention to our inner selves as we do our outer selves, if we could see that nature, in its perfect/imperfect beauty is perfectly reflected within each of us, then that knowledge alone might help us to develop compassion and understanding, kindness and love, appreciation and honor, toward those outside of us, yes. And toward ourselves as well.
And this kind of puts the weight loss thing in perspective too.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Here We Go Again....Again!
Wow, well it's been awhile. After a fantastic wedding/vacation/honeymoon, and a mild case of whooping cough (caught early and treated with antibiotics), I'm almost ready to start working out again! Luckily, I've maintained my current weight (you'll remember I lost 14 pounds before the wedding) without really trying. Now I am ready to embark on the 2nd half of my journey! I only have another 10-15 pounds to go. I hear those are the "hardest to lose". I thought the first 14 were excruciatingly hard, but whatever. Let's see how I do with no particular plan, no particular diet, and no particular motivation! Yeah!
I say no particular plan/diet/motivation because I worked really, really hard for the 4-6 months or so before the wedding and only lost about half the weight I had planned/dieted for, and was motivated to lose. And now I'm finding that I can maintain all that effort by being sort of sloth-like and eating lots of bacon??? Where's the motivation, I ask? This is pretty much feeling like "the good life!". Maybe I was trying too hard?! I'm also kind of "over it", meaning *yawn* I tend to bore easily with silly things like "goals" and "weigh ins". I am definitely a Type C personality (for "Chill").
Maybe it's just time to "return to my roots", meaning simply:
Eat Food
Not Too Much
Mostly Plants
Get a Little Fresh Air Every Day
Practice Yoga and Meditate
Enjoy Life
Practice Happiness and Loving Kindness
And let the rest take care of itself.
I really do enjoy physical activity though. And there is that little "situation" with regards to the Half Marathon I signed up for (DANG IT!). And of course I did make a commitment to myself that I would reach my "goal weight", whatever that is (I'm a little unclear on that). I sure would love to finish at least one thing I started. So I'll DO IT!
But how does one get back into a workout routine after being more or less sedentary for the past month? Slowly. And I WILL eat a little less bacon. Plus I'll have to inform Rob that, as much fun as it's been, he'll need to stop bringing Rollo's home and hiding them around the house for me to find (Ok, he's only done it once. And I didn't find them, he had to point them out to me. But it seems like a fun little game that I could really learn to enjoy...and get better at with lots of practice!).
So let's start with a walk....tomorrow.
I say no particular plan/diet/motivation because I worked really, really hard for the 4-6 months or so before the wedding and only lost about half the weight I had planned/dieted for, and was motivated to lose. And now I'm finding that I can maintain all that effort by being sort of sloth-like and eating lots of bacon??? Where's the motivation, I ask? This is pretty much feeling like "the good life!". Maybe I was trying too hard?! I'm also kind of "over it", meaning *yawn* I tend to bore easily with silly things like "goals" and "weigh ins". I am definitely a Type C personality (for "Chill").
Maybe it's just time to "return to my roots", meaning simply:
Eat Food
Not Too Much
Mostly Plants
Get a Little Fresh Air Every Day
Practice Yoga and Meditate
Enjoy Life
Practice Happiness and Loving Kindness
And let the rest take care of itself.
I really do enjoy physical activity though. And there is that little "situation" with regards to the Half Marathon I signed up for (DANG IT!). And of course I did make a commitment to myself that I would reach my "goal weight", whatever that is (I'm a little unclear on that). I sure would love to finish at least one thing I started. So I'll DO IT!
But how does one get back into a workout routine after being more or less sedentary for the past month? Slowly. And I WILL eat a little less bacon. Plus I'll have to inform Rob that, as much fun as it's been, he'll need to stop bringing Rollo's home and hiding them around the house for me to find (Ok, he's only done it once. And I didn't find them, he had to point them out to me. But it seems like a fun little game that I could really learn to enjoy...and get better at with lots of practice!).
So let's start with a walk....tomorrow.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
And now....the REST OF MY LIFE!
Well, what can I say? That was the most awesomest, rockin'est, most beautiful & amazing wedding EV-ER! (my biased opinion, of course). It was truly everything we hoped for and more. A dream wedding. The band rocked, the food was amazing, the place was gorgeous, and of course our beloved friends and family who helped us celebrate made it the most special of all!
Surprisingly, in the week or two before, instead of being crazy-stressed out, we sort of moved together into this really cool state of "happy-calm". I can't really explain it, but we worked together, got stuff done, and just really revelled in the "quiet before the storm". We fully enjoyed our "pre-wedded" relationship. It was very romantic. No nerves, just excitement! And I only sufferred from a few sleepness nights before the wedding (on account of all that excitement).
I did lose 14 pounds in all, yes. The dress fit (pause for applause), but I still have a good 15 pounds to go. Looking at the wedding photos, well....I loved the dress and I'm trying not to be so self-critical, but what can I say? But that's what the rest of my life is for! (although I'm shooting for Labor Day as a goal date for at least 10 of them!)
Onward and upward!
Sincerely Yours,
Fit(and very happy)wife
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Spanx Me!
Week 13!
As you may or may not remember, my official monthly weigh-in is this week. Tuesday, to be exact. I've put off posting the results because there are none! The scale hasn't budged...not in an entire month! Every day this week I've hopped on the scale thinking "Today is the day that the scale will reveal my true success!" but nothing...nada. And inches wise, my measurements are the same as last month too. It's not from lack of effort, trust me. I've done everything right. I will even submit my food log for review upon request!
And activity?
Hike X3
Run X3
Yoga X2
Weights (yes, it was an act of desperation and may or may not be repeated) X1
So how is it that creating a caloric deficit, through a combination of eating healthfully and exercise, isn't resulting in any pounds or inches lost? I don't know, I'm not an expert. But I have to surmise that it's because my body loves me just the way I am and wants only the best for me...and maybe this is it. Healthy heart and lungs, toned muscles...and a little extra pudge to get me through the coming apocalypse?
Nothing that a Spanx Hide & Sleek can't remedy!
As you may or may not remember, my official monthly weigh-in is this week. Tuesday, to be exact. I've put off posting the results because there are none! The scale hasn't budged...not in an entire month! Every day this week I've hopped on the scale thinking "Today is the day that the scale will reveal my true success!" but nothing...nada. And inches wise, my measurements are the same as last month too. It's not from lack of effort, trust me. I've done everything right. I will even submit my food log for review upon request!
And activity?
Hike X3
Run X3
Yoga X2
Weights (yes, it was an act of desperation and may or may not be repeated) X1
So how is it that creating a caloric deficit, through a combination of eating healthfully and exercise, isn't resulting in any pounds or inches lost? I don't know, I'm not an expert. But I have to surmise that it's because my body loves me just the way I am and wants only the best for me...and maybe this is it. Healthy heart and lungs, toned muscles...and a little extra pudge to get me through the coming apocalypse?
Nothing that a Spanx Hide & Sleek can't remedy!
