Thea

I was thinking that I was actually doing pretty good this past week.

And then I got my Daily Mile workout report on my e-mail.  And it reminded me that I didn’t log a single workout last week.

I guess there’s that.

But I started anew with my 10k training program this morning.  I went to the gym and found the weight machines I needed and then discovered some long lost muscles.

Who woulda thunk that my calves would be so weak?

And then there’s the dessert.  There’s some leftover Valentine’s Day candy that has been calling my name from his place of honor in the middle of the counter.  And the last of the Girl Scout cookies that have been around so long.

But they’re going to be around a little while longer.  For this week’s Monday Project, I’m giving up candy/dessert for a week.

Which I will start today because I had already eaten cookies yesterday before I read the post about the Monday Project.

The end.

You know what drives me nuts?

It drives me nuts when I have new resolve and then I get blindsided by outside forces.

I met my mileage goal last week, but I paid a price.  Pain.

So I decided I would amend my goals.

And then my Emma got sick.

And then I got sick.

And then my goals went out the window.

Andy my resolve is standing on the ledge.

I need to go get it, but I don’t want to scare it out the window to.

I need to pick one thing today and do it.  Maybe my resolve will see me and want to join in.

Where to begin, where to begin…

So, I missed weigh in yesterday.  I did have a loss and so I have officially maintained my weight range for 8 weeks now without counting a single Weight Watchers Point.

For the Spring Fling, I am proud to be a member of Team Fabulous! We’re gonna kick your butts!  LOL!

Also, the last couple of weeks, The Sisterhood sponsored the Shrinking Jeans Olympics.  I am proud to report that I brought home two medals!  I won the gold as part of a 4×1 mile relay team (35:46 combined time), and I snagged a silver in the 2 mile fast walk (26:12 time).

That’s all for now!  Happy Shrinking…or maintaining!

O.K. So I’ve been an eating machine since last Thursday.  I’ve made HORRIBLE choices and lots and lots of them.  I’m going to list every single one so that maybe it’ll be a good slap in the face for me.

• A large “snack” bag of Cool Ranch Doritos
• About 3 helpings of Chinese food, including a deep fried chicken dish.
• Another large “snack” bag of Cool Ranch Doritos
• A very rick pasta dish in pesto cream sauce
• A slice of cheese cake
• 1/2 of a salami, pepperoni, provolone panini
• 1/2 of a chicken salad sandwich on a croissant
• A hazelnut chocolate bar
• A belgian waffle with butter and syrup
• A donut
• Three enchiladas
• 500 pounds of chips and queso dip
• Three margaritas
• Fried ice cream
• Another Belgian waffle with butter and syrup
• A cheese danish
• A gyro
• A king size Snickers bar
• 8 Girl Scout Cookies in one sitting
• Two servings of pesto linguine

Oh my gosh.  Oh my gosh.  I need to go throw up now.  I have a sneaking suspicion that this week’s weigh in is NOT going to go well.

At least I know why!

Dude.  A super hero?  Oh yeah. I could totally be a super hero.

My super power? To feel no pain and have limitless endurance.

No matter how long I run, no matter how much weight I lift, no matter how long I work out for, I would feel no pain and I could keep on going.

Because, evidently, I’m the most selfish super hero ever!  LOL!

O.K.  Let’s see. How can I use my power for good?

I could raise money for charities because my race times would be so improved? I could help the environment because I would never have to drive anywhere anymore?

Aw, crap.  Maybe that’s not such a great super power after all.

Anyway, I would definitely NOT have a cape. Bad aerodynamics.  I would have a hot one piece number, like one of the X-Men. But not Cat Woman.  I may be a hooker, but I’m not ho!

So, a navy blue and green one piece number with a capital E for endurance.

That’s me.  Endurance Girl.

So, can I confess that I’ve been good?

Is that really confessing?  I don’t know…confessing always has such a bad connotation.

I guess my biggest thing is that I’m off my running game.  Between snow days and surgeries and blah blah blah, I just haven’t been running.  It makes training for an 8k in April and a 10k in May kind of hard.  Since, you know, I have to RUN those races.

I haven’t been counting my points either, but really I’m O.K.  with that.  I just think that I’ve been listening to my body more and really trying to pay attention to what goes into it…I don’t feel like I NEED to count points anymore.  I’m still going to WW meetings at least once a month, but I’m kind of digging not counting.  It’s a nice place to be!

So that’s all I got!

Don’t hate me because I’m mostly flawless.

Oh my goodness, that challenge went fast!  I can’t believe that we are at the end already.

I weighed in at 155 this morning, which is down a pound from last week.  Woohoo!

The question is, how’d I do on my goals?

Goal 1: Maintain Weight Between 153 – 157 pounds — I did this one every week!  100% on this one, baby!

Goal 2: Run 3 days a week, at least 3 miles each time — I didn’t do nearly as well as I wanted to on this one.  I kept coming up with reasons excuses not to run.  I only did this 9 out of the 18 time.  50%…not that great.

Goal 3: No food after 9pm — I did pretty well with this one.  I met this goal 38 out of 42 days.  90% ain’t bad on this one and I definitely think it’s a habit.  I don’t even think about food at night anymore.

So, I’m thinking that means no yoga mat for me.  But that’s O.K.  I learned a lot this time around and I conquered 2 out of the 3 obstacles in front of me!

So how did you all do?  I can’t wait to hear!

I stand before you humbled, dear body of mine.

I can’t figure you out.

I thought sure after the eating and the lack of exercising that you would hate me.

I was convinced that I was so bloated that you could roll me down the driveway.

I “knew” that this morning you would let me know exactly how stupid I’ve been lately.

But alas, you fool me once again.

This morning, I weighed in at 156.  Still within my range.  Unbelievable!

But thank you, body.  Thank you.  I will never again question your mysterious ways.  From now on, I’m just going to roll with the punches and let you do your thing!

I could tell you about all the specific things I’ve done this week, but they all really boil down into just two categories:

1. I’ve eaten like crap for the past several days.
2. I’ve let me running schedule slack off.

As a result of these two things, my body is revolting.  Let’s just say that I’ve been getting a lot of toilet reading done.

You’re welcome.

The bigger picture is that I won’t be reaching my goals.  I could try to justify rewarding myself by saying “I did my best” or something like that.  But the truth is, I didn’t try my best.

This isn’t a pity party.  I’m not upset and I’m not disappointed.  I’ve been down that road before and it just leads to more bad results.

I did what I did and I can’t change that.  What I need to focus on now is doing what i can do.

Weight Watchers put this up on Twitter yesterday: Challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what makes life meaningful.

Here’s to a meaningful life folks!

I feel pretty good about myself, thankyouverymuch.

Despite spending last week in Disney World (and subsequent confessions), I weigh LESS than I did two weeks ago. I seriously couldn’t ask for much more than that.

Besides doing my best to stay on top of my goals (although I had a few slip ups last week), exercise is definitely becoming a more routine part of my life. On top of the running, I’m throwing in some yoga every once in a while and I’ve also started doing the Hundred Push Ups program again.

Is it wrong to see something as a necessary evil yet kinda enjoy it all at the same time?

Another thing that has helped? I’m getting more sleep. Thanks to my husband (I should probably write a post on that), I am in bed before midnight every night now. That makes such a huge difference in how I feel every day.

Anywho, this weeks weigh in puts me at 4 weeks on my maintenance ticker (see it over there on the right? I thought a butterfly was fitting).

One month down. Eleven to go.

Bring it.