threadwalker: (Death Raven)
Kind of a cross post from facebook.

I can conquer the world
I feel renewed. We're moved. (not unpacked). The kitchen is functional. I have a cat to fulfill the roll of fuzzy management. I have a lot of "big think" going on in my brain. It must be my excitement for life burbling up within. Then I was planning a pedicure for Sunday (my toes are covered in all the colors we've been painting the house!) and it coincided with a "therapy pedicure" for someone else which started to became a cup of coffee but then turned into a pitcher of margaritas.

The pedicure rocked. I feel unstoppable. Everyone knows that nothing says, "I can take over the universe!" like a great pedicure.

The Goal
I jumped on the scale. I have 40 lbs to lose to get back to my happy, healthy, strong, butt kicking, cardio-crushing, endurance athlete place. That is a big number, but I've done bigger.

That's not bad news. I lost weight in Hawaii, came home, moved, flew to LA for a funeral, came home and moved some more, and have been living off microwave mac'n'cheese (which I hate to admit, but I am not tired of it! YUM!... what is WRONG with me?). I'm hovering at the same high weight I was at a few months ago. So all is not lost, things are not completely out of control and I have clothes that fit.

Three months to your Best Body
Courtesy of Oxygen Magazine
Those of us who yo-yo up and down in our weight know the mental landscape is the biggest war field. I went on to Oxygen magazine's website looking for inspiration and I've decided to throw myself into their "best body in 3 months" program. They provide a grocery list and the first week of work outs are bodyweight and can be done at home. If you are curious, search Oxygen magazine (not the television channel) and it's on their website.

Planning is succeeding
I went to the grocery store very late last night and this morning I'm cooking, doing laundry and getting ready for work. I've decided to save my 45 minute work out for when I get home because Miss E has been expressing the desire to work out with me and I want to work it into our normal day together. It's a body weight program you can do at home (lunges, crunches, push ups, etc). Besides, I'd like to do it on my pool deck, in my yard and breathing the fresh air of freedom without getting brain freeze (it's dastardly cold out).

What does success look like?"
If I stay true to this, I wonder what the changes will look like? Will our hero escape the clutches of Microwave Dinner Trap and lose 20 lbs in 12 weeks? Or will she succumb and then get brain freeze from Professor Cold Front? Will her cat come down from his tree and help or is he secretly in league with Captain Calories or does he have an agenda of his own? If she uses the Oxygen plan, will she drop in size and not weight?

To be continued. Find out next time at the same Death Raven Channel.
threadwalker: (Good Sweat)
I have a big toe-owie. It's on my big toe and it's the result of a home-pedicure gone awry. That's enough detail.. it's my own dang fault and there are no pictures forthcoming. how I spent my lunch break )
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My RSN course was so intense, my fitness dropped off. The miracle of not gaining weight despite the number of bree-stuffed panini and slices of chocolate cake that were eaten was due to the fact that I ate light breakfast, big lunch, no dinner. While that was going on, my fitness gains were fading.

A week ago Wednesday night, home from Embroidery Boot Camp, I got a call at home from Captain Energy, my personal trainer. He was confirming todays appointment. He also asked me how I was doing. Being a good Catholic, I was overcome with guilt and immediately confessed the sins of sloth and gluttony. He "ahh"-ed and "hmm"ed and then commented that I hadn't been in the gym in 9 days. I think it was really 7 or 8 since the previous visit happened around midnight the week before. However, he checks on me. I'm his "star" victim. Oh boy. I had one week to get my rear end back into fighting form. F sat on the sofa and laughed at me. Where's a NERF dart gun when you need one? Making up for Lost Ground )

Nutrition-wise, I'm rebooting this week. Last year I developed a ton of bad habits. Since then I've been able to tweak my diet and build in some good habits, but I have not made much progress on losing the unwanted weight. So I started ramping up last weekend and went "hard core" Monday. I have been logging, reframing, packing lunch, etc for months and I've been working out. My problem is that part of my brain wasn't in the game; I'm really good at negotiating bad foods into my plan and eating just enough to not gain anymore since I'm running so much.

Starting Monday the only carbs I've had come from vegetable or quinoa (high fiber grain which many nutrition writers will say is the "best grain ever" or something like that). My protein has been from legumes. I'm eating 7-9 portions of fruit and veg a day and I'm also consuming low-fat dairy. I'm taking nutrition supplements and I'm also getting enough calories a day (I'm tracking to also make sure I'm not starving myself). I'm also not touching junk food and what I mean is that I'm not physically making contact with it. If the kids want something that I know I can't have and which I know is a trigger food, I give them verbal direction and I'm not making physical contact with it. I can't eat it if I'm not touching it. (Well, we know that's not technically true, but that's what I tell myself and I won't chew through the cardboard package for the cookies. Not yet, anyway.).

Along those lines, I sauteed chard this week. I can't believe how easy and tasty it was. The recipe called for a little bit of butter. The smell of the cooking butter almost made me pass out from gluttonous anticipation. There was a phrase in "Julie and Julia" where Meryl Streep (Julia Child) made some statement about the wonders of cooking with lots and lots of butter. I think my favorite red head has also commented on this. I didn't get it before, but I totally get it now. Even if you can't taste it (since I have the tastebuds of a barbarian and delicate flavors are lost on me), it smells divine. I start drooling just thinking about it. I could happily brown butter while eating something else just to let my nose soak up the flavors.

Tomorrow night: sauteed bok choy.

I think between the looming race (July 11) and a week of sloth and gluttony really inspired me to get on track. Honestly, I can't even look at cake right now and feel any cravings. Regardless of why or how, I'm glad I'm back in my zone.
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The stress has been kicking my ass lately. There are no words for how tightly wound I feel. It's sad. So very very sad. I can't be trusted near a cookie or GoldFish Cracker. In an effort to assert some control and sanity, I banned sugar from my day. It really is the root of all evil for me. And I made it through the day. This is really supposed to be a fitness post, but I gave myself a gold star for dodging sugar today. Thursday will be day-two. I feel like a 12-stepper; One day at a time.

So... fitness. This is where sanity reasserts itself. This is why I don't need to drink and why I haven't run away into the wilderness to gnaw on tree bark.This White Girl Can't Jump - details on how I got destroyed at the gym by youth and vigor )


It's 10am the next day. I can't decide which hurts more, my glutes or the muscles that run parallel up my lower back (what are those called?). I am definitely sitting up straight and I'm very aware of my glutes. I dropped in on JZ and she fell out of her chair chortling as she watched me maneuver from standing to sitting. Jogging later today so this doesn't set in.
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Today's theme is brought to you by "perserverance".

cookies, and running and costumes, Oh my! )
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I yearn to travel. Super N and I watched a travel blurb on Peru and he suggested we go. I was really excited about the blurb and agreed right away. It's not do-able right now, but one day in the future I believe Super N and I will be tromping around the world. Unless he gets hormones, grows up and finds others to travel with. Then I'll be tromping on my own or luring a friend along. Anyway, time to dig out the Italian language CDs again - I want to be ready just in case I get some unexpected opportunity to drop everything and go. You never know.

Darn Girl Scout Cookies! )

cooking adventures turns out nummy: paella, white asparagus, bread with nuts-cheese, orange custard )

Today is "SCIENCE!" Day. I have a book of science projects for kids and we flipped through it. The kids each picked something to do for science fair and then we charted out 4-5 more projects we are going to do "just for us". The upstairs bathroom is about to become a mad-science lab. heh.

Super N is doing great in school. His performance reports are pretty awesome. I'm grateful to the teacher for doing this, so I think we'll send a little thank you gift this week.

Projects: This weekend I started to mentally move forward with my to-do list; excitement is building. Felicia (head needle schemer in the WKN-Guild) contacted me last fall and booked me to do something that she needed by 3/1, which would have been perfect over the last few weeks. Lolling around with "embroidery by numbers" (i.e. doing a project per someone else's design) would have fit in well with my post-12th Night project recovery. But it never came, I got no word, and that window has closed (meaning there isn't enough time between now and 3/1 for me to complete the scope of work she described). In my world silence means, "I changed my mind, don't worry about it and carry on as you were." So I've mentally moved on. My race is in a week, so between now and then I'm looking over my lists and staging stuff. But it's very exciting and it keeps me my mental gears occupied while I'm running.


Uncle went running with me yesterday. His base speed is faster than mine, but his endurance has taken a hit because he had a foot injury (he had gout in his foot and the pain was so extreme he couldn't wear a shoe for days!!!) and he hasn't run in a bit over a month. Plus before that he'd been running sporadically. Yesterday he could do speedy intervals until his lungs protested and then he'd walk. I was the steady little engine chugging along at my 10-min mile. My problem was that everytime I stopped to walk with him, my calves screamed during my restart and just as my muscles got to the warm, comfortable zone again he'd walk. We did that for about 45 minutes or so and determined that we are not compatible running buddies for the race (I don't mind being his pace-car during a weekend run, but that's going to kill me in a 13.1 mile run). The plan for next Sunday is that we will race our own races and not worry about staying together. His strategy will be to run for 10 minutes and walk 3-5 minutes and even if he doesn't feel tired at the 10 minute mark, he's going to walk. That will hopefully keep him from red-lining at the end of the race. And in his own words, if he has to walk to the finish, so be it. My strategy is to use the 3 of the 5 water stations as "walking zones"; run my pace to the water station, drink and walk the length of the water station, and then run again.

Oh - my new running mantra:

If I'm worried about how my butt looks in those tight "Nike Fit" running capris, then I'm not running hard enough or focusing enough on my form. LOL
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I'm so unfettered, I fall asleep. the challenge of being unstressed )

Running/Pre-Half Marathon update ...
update on running and some thoughts )
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I ran at lunch. A whole hour in the rain and wind. yay! I'm a rock star. My wet socks are yucky, but that's okay - i've hung them in my cube to dry. (lol)

Art... About the gold work class, I pulled open my RSN embroidery book I purchased from JoAnn fabrics because it occurred to me it might have something relevant.

Dang I'm smart! The book has a top apprentice piece in the techniques I will be doing. It was beautiful in its simplicity yet interesting and NOT 2 dimensional. Now I have a sense of expectations. Such a relief!

Win Moment

Jan. 18th, 2010 04:26 am
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I did my long run Saturday morning before the 9-year old b-day party.

8 miles! Whoo-hoo. The cool part? (besides finishing...) Catching up with the blond lady in the pink shirt who was going a smidge faster than me, striking up conversation, and finding out she's a Weight Watchers group leader. We chatted for the last 1.5 miles AND I had to go faster than my comfort zone.

I win!

(And those endorfins were appreciated because after filling my house with kids and adults, the Play-Well people who were supposed to arrive with a planned Lego activity never showed up. We broke out the nerf swords and board games... but still... a lot of sad kids including 2 birthday boys)
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I've been working hard to regain all my good habits... the good habits that slipped away last year. I'm also retooling how/when I eat.

For more boring details in the life of a working mom who's trying to keep fit and healthy..Read more... )
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I am limping around the job site today. My hamstrings are so tight, it hurts to walk, stand and sit. (The muscle that connects your butt to your knee... or something like that. don't quote me, but I know what it feels like.) My arms, shoulders and pecs are also sore from weight lifting and yoga. I've been pushing myself harder since I entered the 12-week window for my next race. Go figure. I also spontaneously switched to a morning work out over the holidays and it's kicking my butt more than the evening ones were.

It turns out the morning workouts are more intense and driven than my evening ones because of the time-factor. In the evening I have lots of time whereas when I arrive at the gym at 5 am, I'm already counting down to the time that I must quit working out in order to get to work on time. That time pressure has really slapped me in the face with how valuable my time is. I walk into each workout saying, "I will get out of it whatever I put into it. And my time is my most valuable commodity, so I might as well make this worthwhile or I shouldn't have even come." Also known as "bring it or stay home."
gorey details and how I kick my own butt )

One of the questions I always get is "how do you make the time to do all that." Or others say, "We know you don't sleep."

Truly, I do sleep. I function pretty nicely on 6hrs of sleep, especially when I'm in my fitness groove. In fact, sleep is very important for thinking clearly at work, being nice to people, and physical health. Sleep is good. I don't like less than 6 hours sleep and I refuse to tackle Mt Diablo on less than 6 hours of sleep.

Work-out time does not create itself. I have to make the time to work out. I was done getting kids into bed, doing some more sorting/organizing in my closet, and packing my gym bag at 9pm last night. I chilled out in the office with F for an hour (I was perusing my one of my triathlon magazines) and I went to bed at 10 pm. I had 1 hour yesterday where I wasn't commuting, working, child-rearing, working out or doing chores. 1 quality hour spent relaxing with F. I used to spend hours and hours playing computer games and watching TV, but I've traded that in for something that makes me feel better.
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I don't want to go to work on January 2 and realize I've gained weight over the holidays. In fact, right now I'm trying to trim back a few pounds to where I was in September.

This is what I do with regard to eating and exercise over the holiday season:

Threadwalker's Survival Guide for Holiday Null-weight-gain )
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(fitness blah-g)

Yes, I'm starting over... again. Starting over sucks.

After a 5 week break in my workouts (not including dragging luggage through European train stations) I rolled into 24 Hr Fitness in Berkeley last Wednesday at 5 am. I punched 30 minutes into the treadmill and Lo' and Behold, I was gasping and wheezing in less than 2 minutes and had to break up my run with intervals of walking.

Starting over REALLY sucks.
the dreary start over pain- cut to protect you )
threadwalker: (Good Sweat)
Yay! Night running. It's the common cure for Skittles.
on heat, clothing and Wildcats )
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Tuesday and Wednesday fitness stuffhazards of stationary bike )
threadwalker: (Good Sweat)
Labor of sanity . fitness stuff; cuz fitness makes everything better )

Oh - and sewing happened this weekend. Now I have about 100 eyelets to hand sew. Color me thrilled.
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shocking shoe sticker price, 4yr old drama queen and 7 yr old trooper )

Fitness Funrunning, biking and weights, oh my! )

I guess I'm driving the Suburban.. without tags.. tomorrow. It's full of armor, which smells of leather and that special armor mustiness that clings to the rig. It's homey and sexy and it will keep F in my thoughts as I drive. I suppose the "homey and sexy" part mean I've been in the SCA so long that my reality has warpped. Oh well, I don't really care.

P.S. Made dinner. Totally yummy chicken fajitas. Though they'd probably kill [ profile] d_salie and [ profile] beanolc due to chili flakes AND chili powder. But it was totally scrummy if you like spicy food.


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