Between getting to bed late, the baby waking early, and my joints still un-recovered from last night's run I haven't been out yet today. Looks like another evening workout. I think I do better as a person if I run in the morning. I'm riding the mental roller coaster again today. I just want to shut myself in my closet. I'm also battling the munchies. Which I'm doing okay on. I had a snack, but at least it was fruit.


breakfast:
Frosted Mini Wheats
fresh strawberries and blueberries
1% milk


snack:
berry salad


lunch:
leftover cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, ketchup, mustard
baked beans
berry salad
chips (which I ate waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too many of)


dinner:
shredded pork tacos (too many of them)
corn tortillas
lettuce
tomato
cheese
cantaloupe

I ended up on the treadmill for a late workout again this evening. I didn't feel like running by the time I got down there. I didn't push myself quite as fast (5.2). I was on the treadmill for 50 minutes or so. 500+ calories, around 3.5 miles. I can't remember the distance for sure. I'm so tired. My shins hurt (probably from carrying the extra weight of all the food I snarfed today).

I overslept this morning. I remember the alarm going off, at the same time Wrigley started fussing, so I waited for a few minutes to see if she'd go back to sleep or if I needed to go get her. The next time I looked at the clock it was almost 8:00 am! Now its too late (and too hot). I'll have to get something in sometime today.


breakfast:
oatmeal with brown sugar
2 slices of whole wheat toast with crunchy peanut butter
(I desperately need to go to the store)


lunch:
1.5 grilled cheese sandwiches (not healthy but, that's all there was)
grapes
half a glass of kool-aid


dinner:
cheeseburger w/ lettuce, tomato, ketchup, mustard (homemade and delicious)
baked beans
corn
berry salad (blueberries, strawberries, light sour cream, sugar, vanilla) that I ate too much of
pink lemonade


I had a rough day mentally/emotionally. I felt like I was trapped in a black hole of sorts. Instead of exercising during the day, I hid in my room, folded laundry, sewed and caught up on TV shows. Its much too hot to be out in the day time, and the treadmill sounded dreadful to me so I was shooting for an evening run. However, dinner was late. I ate too much and my stomach was uncomfortable, plus Stuart had basketball this evening so I couldn't go anywhere. I thought of putting the twins to bed and the running around the block a gazillion times while Chloe baby-sat, but it got late, and by the time I got everyone in bed it was 10:00 p. I went to change and started to get ready for bed instead of the treadmill. I loathe the treadmill these days. I rationalized that if I ran this late in the evening I'd be too tired for a long run tomorrow (which is probably true). But then something inside of me kicked in and I put on my workout clothes, grabbed my shoes and went to the basement. I haven't missed a day, other than for illness (whoops! There was one Saturday I missed due to massive cleaning projects) since I started this journey three months ago. Did I really want to break that record? Did I want to pave the way for more days of excuses? I knew I'd regret it in the morning.

I was surprised that I walked faster than I use to. I ran faster too. I was able to keep myself just under an 11 minute mile the whole time. I ran the entire 30 minutes. I never knew if I could run that long continuously or not. Due to treadmill boredom I skipped the last week of the 8 week program in favor of the outdoors. I don't wear a watch, so I just run until I can't get up the hills on my routes. I ran 3 miles non-stop (I thought I'd run 5k in 32:40, but I just remembered that .2 miles of the distance was done in my warm up. I needed to run .2 more miles to run the whole 5k. Too bad I didn't realize this before I got off the treadmill). That's progress from when I started. Can't complain about that!


The problem with exercising late at night is that now I'm wide awake, and it's almost midnight! Physically tired, mentally awake, but so glad I did it. I notice that I feel better after a run. I guess I really need it.

Weigh in #13

No loss this week, but no gain either. I'm still out of the 2's, which is amazing. Which is all I was hoping for, but if I'm being honest I'm a little disappointed. Probably because when I first stepped on the scale I'd lost a pound, then I was dumb and stepped on it again only to gain that pound back. As many times as I stepped on it, that pound stayed. Considering last week's weigh in had a big loss, my many eating indulgences, the shorter work outs, and a couple of complete misses due to illness I should count myself lucky. And I am. I guess I just always want more (or less in terms of weight loss).

breakfast:
pancakes with buttermilk syrup (courtesy of my sweet husband)
milk (regrettably we only had whole in the house)

lunch:
ham and cheese with lettuce and tomato
misc. fruit (melon, cherries)
..
dinner:
2 eggs Benedict (not so healthy I'm sure, but it was the only thing in the house)
more fruit

I ran a little further today. It was a hard run too. So many times I wanted to quit. I rationalized many times that walking would be okay, that I'd done enough. Then I'd reason my way into continuing on. The last mile the wind was fierce. I thought about giving up again and then I had a thought. The wind is like Satan pushing against me. Trying to stop me from reaching my goals. Not just my fitness goals, but family, and life goals as well. It seems that every time I find I'm making progress in any area, there's always a massive resistance. I couldn't let the wind push me back. I had to win, and I did! I need to clock my run today in the car. I'm not sure how far I went. Over 4 miles I'd guess.

I just got back from clocking the route in my car. Here's the break down:

warm up walk: 0.3 miles
run: 2.7 miles
walk break: 0.3 miles (stupid hill!)
run: 1.2 miles
cool down: 0.2 miles

total: 4.7 miles

Sooooo... 4.7 miles is cool. I'm disappointed in my continuous running distance. I was hoping it was closer to the 5k mark. I figured out a few things I can tweak. If I walk around the block and start running from my house I'll run 3.0 miles before I reach the dreaded hill. Then, if I can ever get my big rear up that stupid hill it'll be 3.2 miles. Got work to do (especially after that calorie laden dinner that's weighing heavy in my stomach)!

I didn't make it out for a run on Saturday, but I did spend the entire day cleaning like a mad woman. That's gotta count for something right?


New week. I went running this morning. It was good to be out in the cool morning air, wind and all. Monday's are a little tougher than the rest of the week. Especially if I miss Saturday as well. Two days off makes it all the more difficult to get started again. I knew I was slow, but I was totally schooled by what I'm guessing was the high school cross country team blowing by me this morning. They just kept pulling away, further, and further, and further...


breakfast:
a bowl of frosted mini wheats with fresh strawberries and blueberries
(unfortunately all we had was whole milk to pour on it)

lunch:
mixed fruit
fruit dip
chicken tikka masala over rice

snack:
low fat raspberry yogurt

dinner:
3 pancakes with home made syrup
scrambled eggs
fruit
milk

later:
OJ

Today was not a fabulous day for eating. Not my worst ever, but not good either. I'm going to be lazy and not go into details, but I hope to do better tomorrow.

I made it out for a run this evening. I looked forward to it all day. Its like my day doesn't start until I go. I'm getting to a point where I almost crave it. I never would have thought that when I started 3 months ago. Today's run was not as good as yesterday's. Yesterday I went for a good long run in through farm country. I felt like I was running faster than normal. It felt good. Today I got out even later and took a different route that would keep me near houses. From the start I felt heavy, slow, and awkward. It was a shorter route. I stopped when I got home. My mind said I was done, but I think my bloated body wanted to keep going. I had to walk off all the momentum I'd built up. Too bad my body and mind weren't in sync. I'll have to run longer tomorrow. I'm hoping to make it up the canyon tomorrow. As for now, its time to do the dishes, shower, and go to bed.

After feeding the baby I went back to bed. No run yet. Skipped breakfast. Still tired.


lunch:
left over pasta from last night. Feels like a brick in my stomach. I don't know why I ordered it I don't really like pasta.
grapes
2 bread sticks

snack:
granola berry trail mix stuff

dinner:
ham and cheese on a roll with lettuce and tomato
strawberries
carrot sticks
grapes
a handful of chips
one glass of lemonade

I finally made it out for a run after the kids were in bed. I left at 8:45 pm. Late enough for it to cool down some, also late enough for the wind to start back up. It got dark on the run. Which was fine, except for the stretch of trees I run through. That was a little uncomfortable. Also I passed a snake on the sidewalk early on, so it made me a little jumpy every time I heard something on the side of the road. It was a good run. It's around 4 miles. So glad I did it.

Short run again. 2-2.5 miles. Very tired. Stayed up waaaaay too late last night. I can still feel last night's pizza indulgence in my gut. It was hard to run tired and weighed down by the massive calorie intake. Especially with the wind (there's no wind in the evening).


breakfast:
some conglomeration of generic cereals. I think it was suppose to be Honey Bunches of Oats mixed with Wheaties

lunch:
I told myself I wasn't going to eat anymore of the pizza, but come lunch time there was literally nothing else in the house (the reason I ordered it in the first place), so I had 2 slices of veggie pizza.

dinner:
Stuart and I splurged and went out before heading off to see Harry Potter 6. We went to Olive Garden and I ordered some kind of shrimp pasta with tomato sauce. I picked it because it was on the low-fat list, but if I'd really been thinking I would have ordered something grilled and without the pasta. Pasta is soooo heavy on the tummy. It was good, but It didn't wow me. I probably would have enjoyed it more if I wasn't busy being consumed by the guilt of our fiscally irresponsible indulgence. I had a salad, and a couple bread sticks. I brought half of it home with me. And the I ate the chocolate mint they handed out with the check.