Thursday, November 17, 2016

The Lights are Misty in the River

Morning foggy views are the best.
Two morning runs this week AND one evening run. Not too shabby. My legs are happy like, oh hey, we remember this. Running is fun!

Thursday, November 3, 2016

I Was Working in My Lab Late One Night

I wandered around my house most of yesterday evening, picking up pieces of Halloween candy, putting them back down. Looking at the carbs in my cereal. Putting it back. I wasn't hungry. I had a super filling dinner of homemade turkey stroganoff with zucchini noodles. But, my mind wouldn't let it go.

After the boys were asleep and Hubs was home I decided to hit my home gym. I haven't run in a while because of a nagging hip issue. But, with my mind all jumbled and the giant bag o' Halloween candy in the house, I NEEDED to do something. I ran a mile on the treadmill. Funny thing, my treadmill is stuck on an incline right now. I'm guessing it's about a three or four, but not sure. Anyway, it means I am running uphill so I struggled. It was a brutal run and a brutal mile, but I stuck it out. then I kept walking until I hit thirty minutes of activity. After that it was weights. I know my body is adjusting to lower carbs, I can tell from the way it felt to workout. Good news, the weights felt GOOD. I was afraid I would feel shaky.

When I was done with my workout it was back up to my kitchen and Temptation Island. Again, I pondered the candy but there really wasn't anything calling my name. I brushed my teeth, read a little bit, and went to bed. Well done, me.

I've decided to make my weigh-in days Monday. I have a tendency to use the weekends as an excuse to slack off and I don't want to do that. I weighed in on Monday and was already down a couple of pounds. This morning as I passed the scale in my bedroom I hopped on. And I am down another 1.5 pounds.

Do I think my weight will continue to drop as quickly as it has once my body figures shit out? Nope. But I am going to enjoy it while it lasts!

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Sugar, Awww Honey, Honey

I have learned, the hard way, that I have what some may call, a bit of a sugar/carb thing. As in, I love them. I love them soooooo much. I want to make out with them. I want to draw little hearts with my initials plus SPAGHETTI or FRENCH BREAD.

You see where I'm going here?

I always do better with dieting, eating, and working out in the fall. There's less going on, it's cooler so running outside is much more enjoyable. So I've come up with a November challenge for myself. I'm going to go low carb/higher fat and protein. I started prior to November 1st because I wanted to be in my zone by the time the 1st rolled around.

Good news, when I weighed myself to get my starting weight for the month I am already down almost four pounds. And that's without adding in any exercise. Funny thing, cutting carbs = waaay less energy for me. I know it's my body adjusting to burning different forms of fuel, etc. It still sucks. Needless to say, I have had zero energy or willpower to do anything more physical than march around my house to get my 10,000 steps in.

As I've worked my way through the "carb flu" I feel more and more like myself and like working out. It also hasn't helped I got hit with this wicked cold going around. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel with that one, as well.

Alright, lower carbs here I come!

If you're a lower carb eater naturally, or are doing the same thing, please feel free to share some yummy recipes. I have made a few which have been good, but am always open for more suggestions. Oh yeah, and welcome to the 2010's, Meg, I tried zucchini noodles for the first time (hello spiralizer) and absolutely loved them. I sauteed them with a little bit of butter before adding my sauce over them and they had the texture of REAL PASTA. I am for it!!

Monday, October 17, 2016

Take a Break, Run Away With Us for the Summer

In the past two months I:

*Got a promotion at work
*Trained for the promotion
*Busted my ass at my new job
*Injured myself
*Recovered(ing) from injury

I haven't blogged much. Too much to do, too little time I suppose. I started writing again so what time I have left my brain nags at me until I get the voices in my head down on paper (or typed on the computer).

I am taking a break from running until I start my marathon training in December. I have a nagging glute/hip pain after I run any sort of distance. Plan is to rest the crap out of it and work on my weight lifting instead. Build up the muscles in that area to keep myself injury free.

Until then, until the book is finished, just until...I probably won't blog much. I do still like to read everyone's posts, that's for sure. So you keep writing, I'll keep reading, maybe comment when I can. And eventually we'll all meet again real soon!
When I was sixteen, a sophomore in high school, I sat next to an older boy in my social studies class. He was a senior, but flunked the class his sophomore year, which explained his presence in a class for tenth graders. I was shy in high school, at least when not surrounded by my fellow theatre and choir geeks, and like a shark sensing fresh blood in the water, he attacked.

For weeks he sat next to me and whispered vile and disgusting things, all sexual in nature. They were horrific and disturbing and sixteen year old Meg had no clue had to cope with something like this. I ignored him, pretended I couldn't hear a word he said, focused on my classwork.

He was good, always managed to whisper just loud enough for me to hear but not loud enough for the teacher to notice. Occasionally the other boys, because yes, I was surrounded by boys, would tell him to stop. But, then again, he was a senior, bigger and scarier than them.

One day my teacher happened to sneak up on him from the opposite side as he leaned across towards me and continued his nasty whispers. To this day I have never heard a teacher get so angry. Honestly, I think the teacher would have punched him. Instead, he had this senior removed from class. He never came back.

And so started my history with sexual harassment.

I have had bosses tell me I have nice tits. I have been crowded into a corner of a supply closet by a co-worker and groped. I have had strangers yell at me while I run. I have had people tell me to smile more. The list goes on and on and on, over and over, lather, rinse, repeat.


Monday, August 22, 2016

Lazy Sunday Wake Up in the Late Afternoon

Saturday was still  bloody humid 'round here so we played inside.
Pretty sure I am the blanket fort master.

At some point in the night on Saturday, I wouldn't know when since I was asleep by ten, the humidity broke. It was nothing but cool breezes and cool temps come Sunday morning. You know what that meant?

RUNNING OUTSIDE!!!

I am getting used to the treadmill but nothing beats a great outdoor run. I left for my run about 8:30AM and was home just after 10:00AM. When I ran in the sun it was a little warm, but there was a great breeze and I live in a super shady neighborhood. It was awesome!
The first mile was a little jacked up because my timer and my music both had a hard time working together. Plus I got a text message from my mom who was coming over, asking about what kind of bagels we wanted. Since I had three kids (my own plus a nephew who spent the night) who wanted bagels, I had to stop and respond to her.

It was supposed to be an easy run, which I did great at for the first three miles. Then I needed to speed up just to get home and I also wanted to get some negative splits. Looks like I accomplished that goal.

A friend is running a diet bet, not an online one, but one she herself created. It's ten bucks and the top three biggest losers all win money. We had to take a full body shot.
I blame the weird angle on my husband
A couple of things: I don't actually hate the way I look in this. This is pretty much right after my run, which explains the flushed cheeks and crazy hair. But bodywise, I'm actually OK with this pic. And this is the BEFORE photo!

I finished my MFP logging in last night and saw this:
GAME THE EFF ON!!!

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Tuesday's Grey and Wednesday Too

Yesterday, I didn't finish my dinner.

I know it sounds like a weird thing to talk about or to even be proud of, but hear me out.

My husband made spaghetti for dinner last night. It was really good and I was hungry, a good hungry. I had eaten my planned snack at about 3:30 so when I got home from work I was ready for dinner. I followed all the little tricks I know: I drank water before I ate, I used a smaller plate, I set my fork down as I ate.

I finished my spaghetti and thought about a second serving. I was still hungry. And at no point in my weight loss journey do I plan on being miserable and hungry. I dished up a second serving, had a few bites, then stopped. Because I was full. I could have kept eating it. Normally, I would have done just that simply because it was in front of me. But, I recognized I was full, knew if I ate anymore I would move past full to uncomfortabe- I had a three mile run on the books and wanted to do some speed work- and I did not have time to be miserable.

I stopped eating because I was full. It seems like such a small, inconsequential thing. To me, it is huge. Such a step in the right direction.

My day of awesomeness didn't stop there. My goal for my three mile run yesterday was to go fast. Not a very complicated training approach, but I figured why not give it a try. I ended up on the treadmill because of the rain around here.

I crushed my fastest 5K time AND I ran a sub-10 minute mile. Sure, I was pretty sure I died about three quarters of the way through that mile, but holy balls I did it. Not a bad way to start my week!