I ran a full hour on Sunday. 4.23 miles. I’ve been doing 45 minutes. I don’t know why I decided to up it. Something to do, I suppose. It really puts a damper on your night though when you run on a work day.
I got home around 5:30, changed my clothes, and I was outside walking to warm up around a little after 6. I ran for an hour and then walked the rest of the way home, which took me about 20 minutes. By the time I got home, showered, and put the shrimp in the toaster oven it was almost 8:00!
Tuesday was unseasonably warm for us. I think it was in the 70s when I went running. I did another hour, which I probably shouldn’t have seeing as how this was my first time running in warmer weather. I think this one was only 4.21 miles. I didn’t care. I was exhausted. Those last five minutes took forever! LOL
Here’s a funny thing: I’m actually kind of enjoying it and looking forward to it. I mean, on one hand, it eats up a huge chunk of my evening. And I’m always worried that I’m not going to make it the full time. It’s like this weight that hangs over me. Will I be able to do it again? Will I wuss out? On the other hand when I’m out there running, especially when I’ve gone 30 or 35 minutes, I keep telling myself, “Just think… 2 months ago you couldn’t even run 20 minutes at a time. Now you’re up to 45 minutes (or an hour)!”
It’s a lot like the first time when my running partner and I had finally conquered the 3 miles and we would talk about how running for 90 seconds used to be a challenge.
I’m out there. I’m doing it. I mostly like it. It’s leading to good things… I think…
Mini rant: People, for the love of God, research which side of the street you’re supposed to be on! I have so many people walking towards me because they’re on the wrong damn side. You walk/run into traffic. Or against it. However you’d like to phrase it. In other words, you should see the cars coming towards you! I even Googled it because I couldn’t believe so many people were doing it wrong. I thought maybe I had it wrong. I didn’t.
I think I almost prefer running on crappy weather days. Not as many people. On those nice days you’ve got everyone out since no one is allowed outside except for exercise. Families. Strollers. Dog walkers. Kids on bikes. It’s a zoo sometimes. But you run when it’s 40 degrees out or there’s the slightest bit of rain? Pretty dead.
I’m still doing the low carb thing. I have not yet found my sweet spot. Some days I have a hard boiled egg. Other days I take an Atkins bar. Before that if I didn’t have time for breakfast I would eat my carefully counted out 24 almonds. If I get up early enough I can do frozen sausage patties and fried or scrambled eggs. I really like to sleep as much as possible though. Plus, I end up with 8 grams of carbs for breakfast so if I add on those almonds as a mid-morning snack I’m up to 12 carbs before lunch.
It’s really hard with all the precautions they’re taking to bring any kind of salad that I would bring from home. I prefer to bring everything individually and put it together as one giant salad at work. For now, lunch varies. A lot of string cheese. I’ve been doing deli meat rollups. I’ll throw a pickle in. Some sugar free Jell-O. Sometimes I have tuna fish salad. Sometimes I have cottage cheese.
Dinner is typically a meat and a vegetable. I’ve been eating a lot of asparagus. I don’t know what I’m going to do when it’s out of season.
It seems like it was a lot easier when I did this the first time around. I was a stay at home mom. I could pull out my George Foreman grill and grill up a thin ribeye or sauté some shrimp in garlic butter. I remember making cheese quesadillas quite often. I also seem to remember being full and satisfied a lot more back then as well.
Don’t get me wrong. When I’m done eating I feel full. It’s just that I generally am not thinking, “Wow! That was really good!” I’m one of those people who needs to enjoy my food, not merely tolerate it. Plus, there are times I will feel full, stuffed even, and then 2 or 3 hours later I’m hungry again. It’s a challenge for sure, especially being downtown and around tempting food all the time.
I am actually at the top of the leaderboard for our weight loss challenge. I’ve lost 7+% of my body weight. My total still stands at 16.8 pounds. Unfortunately, I have not budged from that since Friday.
It is so hard to focus on the here and now instead of looking towards the future and how far I still have to go. I know many “experts” say it shouldn’t matter how long it takes. I myself know I didn’t put it all on overnight so it’s not going to come off overnight. Yet it’s disheartening when I realize even with what I’ve lost I’m still not back down to where I was after the divorce diet. I’m not sure I’m even down to where I was before the divorce diet. Maybe.
Oh well. I’ve just gotta keep going. I have small goals all along the way. Still haven’t settled on an ultimate goal. The stupid BMI says I should weigh no more than 130 pounds. Aside from the fact that it will take me over a year to get there I haven’t been under 130 since college. I don’t see that ever happening again.
Thanks for listening to me ramble.