Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
In other news, I've found a few new blogs to follow! Erica, at I Run Because I Can is giving away a great fuel belt - the Helium 4. Hydration/nutrition while running is one of my biggest concerns. My GI system just doesn't tolerate food well, while running. I'm happy to say that I've been doing okay with my 60% water/40% gatorade mixture while running. I hope to find something else that I can tolerate (I've been told to try pretzels). I also found another nutrition and running-related blog, Trials of Training , so hopefully I can pick up some tips there, too! I'm guessing it's because of my recent illness or maybe the heat/humidity, but my motivation is just low. I think I may rent a couple marathon-related movies to get me back in the right mind-set. Not sure when I'll have time to watch them....but it's on my "to do" list!
Since today is a "rest" day, there is no training report.....except that it felt good to do some weight training this morning (as opposed to the pilates I had been doing on Wednesdays). I may dig up my race report from my half marathon to post. Might as well have all my "writing" in one spot for posterity!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday morning I got in an "easy" 3 miler. I was completely drained from vacation and then on top of that my iPod decided to stop working. Ugh!! Cooper was still at the doggy hotel, so I was completely on my own. 3 miles never felt so long! As a follow up to my doctor's appointment last week, I was told to call to update my doctor on my condition. Apparently my CPK levels were too high last week and needed to be re-checked. "Severe muscle inflammation" was the diagnosis....uh yeah! I didn't need to have labwork done to confirm that. I mean, I was hurting so bad I sat in a bath tub full of ice cubes and cold water! I went to have my labwork re-done today. Hopefully it will come back normal, as I really am feeling almost 100% better.
Today, my iPod still wasn't working, but at least I had my trusty running dingo back! 5 miles of hills. Felt pretty good, but I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I was wishing the whole time that I could just be done. How am I ever going to do 26 miles?? In any case, this week in TNRMT it discusses creating 2 short "mental movies" to replay in your mind during tough runs. My first "movie" is of my run at Lakeside. What I wore, the course, the smells, how I felt, what I heard, etc. My second "movie" is still in production. It's suppose to be about crossing the finish line at the marathon. The more positive images you create, the more likely you are to have a positive outcome. Apparently your brain can't tell the difference between pictures and actual experiences. This book is exactly what I need to help with the mental training. In other *postive* news, I got a $25 gift certificate to use at my favorite local running store, Up and Running. It's from their customer rewards program and I'm so excited to go use it! Of course, I just bought a few shirts (black and aqua/green) from the Running Warehouse summer sale, but I'm sure I'll be able to find *something* to buy!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
As far as my workout yesterday, I did 5 miles of almost all hills. I felt decent. I was loaded up on ibuprofen and relatively ache-free. The poor dingo didn't fare so well.....the poor guy stopped and threw up 3 times during our run. This doesn't phase me in the least....I do have 2 kids! But I felt bad about making him continue on. Turns out he continued to vomit anything he ate yesterday. Luckily he seems to be better today, which is good because he's going to the doggy hotel in about 3 hours!! Extra prayers for his health and safety while we're gone would be appreciated! Today was a "rest" day, but I did a short pilates video before work this morning. I've gained about 3 pounds in the past month and I can feel it all in my belly. Doing core work makes me *feel* like I'm doing something constructive to combat that. Yes, I know I jut need to step away from all the junk food! Unfortunately, with vacation looming, I don't foresee an end to the weight gain (at least this week). Boo!
In non-running related news (yes, I do have other interests!) today was the last day for one of my co-workers. She's an occupational therapist and we both have little girls about the same age. We went to the same church, went to OSU together and just overall had lots in common. I cried at work (I'm such a loser!) while giving her a hug. She will be sorely missed! BUT, just in time to cheer me up was today's post on CakeWrecks. I literally laughed so hard, I cried (again, at work!). RUN, do not walk to this blog. It's so freakin' funny and just the pick me up I needed. Well, I'm not sure if I'll have time to hop on here while on vacation. Hubby is bringing his laptop to do some school work, but I seriously doubt I'll have any time to pop on. I'm praying for a good long run (just 8 miles) up at the lake. I've never ran anywhere but "home".
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
. I guess I was just so excited to go running this morning I forgot....but about 1.5 miles into my run, I realized it was HUMID. Got home (dripping wet) to see that although it's only 71 degrees, the 94% humidity was killer. Despite the humidity, I was determined to get in a tempo run. I don't have a fancy watch (and rarely even run with one....maybe part of my problem or lack of speed) and I really never even pay attention to my time. During my training for the Flying Pig, we followed a Jeff Galloway program and his beginner running plan just called for 30-45 minute runs through the week (and of course a long run on the weekend). Every 3 weeks we did his Magic Mile time trial, so to speak, but that's the only time I ever looked at my pace. So today, to see that I could actually do a sub 10:00min/mile pace was invigorating! I still have a long way to go, I know! The dingo and I did 3.5 miles in total and are set to do 7 miles this weekend. I hope we have decent weather! We passed something odd along our course today....This one house had about 5-6 boxes of liquor sitting out at the curb. Now, this isn't the *best* part of town, but it's not horrible! I was thinking either 1) they had robbed a liquor store or 2) some poor alcoholic's stash was just dismissed! Kinda weird....But not as weird as the pack of bums that my sister and I passed last weekend on our run, though. They were clearly homeless (dirty, stinky, carrying all their belongings) but they were dressed as if they had robbed some college kids or something. Trendy t-shirts, jeans and flip flops. As they were coming towards us, I actually thought they were college kids! Guess the thrift stores/homeless shelters are getting some good donations in this time of economic downturn?!
Anyway, next week we'll be leaving for Lakeside. I'm excited, as it's our only real family vacation this summer, but I have lots to do in preparation. I'm also excited about running up there. I'm hoping I can find a nice, long path along the lake, to do my scheduled 8-miler. Should be fun! And as a side note, please keep Kyle and his sweet family in your prayers. He's fighting the complications of ALL. Here's his website: http://www.caringbridge.org/co/kylel/ His story, much like all cancer kids', is just heartbreaking.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I’m not really sure how it happened… Call it complacency (I have a husband who adores me no matter what), call it being overwhelmed with life, call it lazy…. Any way you slice it though, I was grossly overweight and unwilling to change. The day I checked into the hospital to have Caroline, I weighed 232 pounds. Funny thing is that I thought I was doing good! I felt great (for a 9 month-pregnant woman) and had only gained 15 pounds, on bedrest even!! The “baby weight” came off easily. Nursing every 2 hours around the clock for 4 weeks will do that to a woman! I had wanted to get down to 200 pounds for my 6 week post partum check up. I think I was maybe 6 pounds away from that goal. I stayed in “mommy survival mode” way too long. You know, you do just enough to get by each day. In just over 2 years, we had 2 children and a major (and very stressful) move. I knew I was getting bigger and bigger. I just had no desire to change it. I was addicted to food. Food was my comfort, my strength, my relaxation. Each day I got ready to go to work I hoped the outfit I had chosen would miraculously camouflage the obese body I had hiding under it. I was clearly fooling no one. I struggled each day at work as I taught the pre-op classes for people getting ready to have gastric bypass surgery. Some of these patients had only slightly higher BMI’s than myself. It was embarrassing. I work in the acute care setting and each week at our team meeting the critical care doc would tell me not to “overfeed” my critically ill, obese, vent-dependent patients (they don’t require as much nutrient intake as other critically ill patients). Clearly he saw my love of food and eating. I assumed he just didn’t want me to pass that along to my poor, unsuspecting patients (which I never did, by the way). In May, we went on vacation with my parents. My Mom did Weight Watchers about 5 years ago and has stuck to it. My Mom and Dad ate great the whole vacation. Chris and I…not so much. It felt glutenous to eat so poorly in front of them. I looked completely hideous in a swimsuit. I was embarrassed to be seen on the beach. I was a disgrace and the pictures we took on that vacation prove it! A few weeks after returning home from vacation, we attended a class at church to prepare us for dedicating Braden and Caroline. The teacher struck a chord with me that night. “Parents are a child’s most valuable teacher and role model”, he said. What had I been teaching my children? Was it good, bad, just okay? Regardless, I didn’t like the image I was portraying. Someone who thought so poorly of herself that she was blatently disrespecting herself and God. God has given us one chance on this earth. Was I making the most of it? Was I setting a healthy example for my children? Did I want to have the guilt of long-term health effects of obesity robbing me of time on this earth with my children? The answer was a sobering “no”. It was shortly thereafter that I made the decision to change. I began preparing myself. I had never fought an addiction. I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to do it. The day following Mother’s Day, I made the commitment to a better future. I started by just simply counting calories and watching portion sizes. On Wednesday, I admitted to my Mom that I was dieting. I was embarrassed that I needed help losing the weight. She offered to go to WW with me. She wanted to lose a few pounds before her upcoming cruise. Thursday night we went to the meeting. I was so ashamed. Here I was a Registered Dietitian, seeking help in an area that I was suppose to be an expert in! I felt like a complete failure professionally and personally. I weighed in at 215.5 pounds. I was over 60 pounds away from my “goal weight”. To make matters worse, the first person I see in the meeting class room is a social worker from my work. Great…now everyone knows I’m a failure. I went home that night and figured out how many points were in everything in our pantry. It was fun! Since I was still nursing Caroline full time, they allowed me extra points for nursing. I think I started with 32 or so points! Professionally I knew I should really only weigh myself once a week. By the second or third day of following the plan though, I was curious to see how I was doing. I gave in and weighed myself. Low and behold, I had lost some weight! It was just the motivation I needed to continue. I lost over 5 pounds the first week. I felt great! Great enough to even start exercising. I started out by walking Cooper. The poor dog hadn’t had a decent walk in 2 years! Chris had also decided to get on board with eating healthy and joined the rec center that week. We set up a work out schedule for the 2 of us. Chris got Monday, Wednesday and Friday to work out in the morning before work. I would get up on Tuesday and Thursday (my days off) and work out. After just one week of doing this, I felt even better…and knew it would help me to lose the weight even more quickly. I remember a coworker telling me that there was an exercise TV on demand channel. No excuses there. It was ready, whenever I was ready. No loading the kids up in the car to go to the gym, no changing nap schedules so I could attend a class, no extra money out of my pocket. I could do it at my discretion! I then started doing one of those videos on the mornings that Chris was at the gym. I even found Jillian Michael’s 30 Day Shred video. I had heard great things about this video and was excited to try it! I was now working out 5 times a week and the weight was coming off very easily. By the end of the first month of doing WW, I had lost a total of 17.8 pounds. As a reward, I got my hair cut and highlighted. I felt fantastic!! People had just started to notice I was losing weight. I knew I was going to have to step it up a bit though, if I wanted to continue at this rate. I added a long (and hard) Saturday morning work out to my week. I also started taking Cooper on a long walk on Sunday evenings. I was now working out 7 days a week. I was addicted! I could count on one hand the number of days that I hadn’t worked out, in 6 weeks. We walked all over Oakwood. We started out on the quaint east side and then ventured down to the northern end near the University of Dayton campus. It was hilly and more challenging than our previous routes. More time efficient! Eventually we began to explore the beautiful west side, through the hilly and lush terrain of the city’s most amazing mansions, down cobble stone streets, past old Hawthorne Hill and into a tranquil sanctuary in my mind. Not only did I enjoy the physical benefits of getting out and walking, but it was my “me” time. I loaded up my iPod with Kanye (amongst others) and began to believe “that, that don’t kill me, will only make me stronger”. By the end of the second month, I had lost a total of 29.2 pounds. People could really see a difference now, and it was all I thought about. My clothes hung off of me. My butt was virtually gone! I refused to give in and buy new clothes, yet. I was on a mission to reach my goal! It was getting tougher and tougher though. I was hungry… a lot! I had begun weaning Caroline at this point, so I had to also wean my extra nursing points. I was determined though. I started to run short distances of my usual walk. I have always loathed running, but I knew it was the most time efficient way to burn calories. Getting up early to work out was getting exhausting, but I loved knowing for the rest of the day, that my work out was done. By 3 months, I had lost 35.8 pounds. I was now able to fit into a pair of jeans that I hadn’t worn since my junior year of college. The weight loss had definitely slowed though and I began to get discouraged. I didn’t feel like I was doing anything differently? My family tried to encourage me. It’s not normal to lose that much weight in only 3 months. In all honesty, I had thought it would take a full year to lose all my weight. But after a successful first 2 months, I was greedy. I wanted the weight gone, and I wanted it gone ASAP! I reigned in my “careless” eating. I stopped stealing a fry here, or a goldfish there. I needed to get back on track. Chris had made me a nice work out area in the basement a while back, but there was no cable access. I started renting exercise DVDs from the library. While I did find some videos that were really good, I thought the key to my initial success may have been due to Jillian Michael’s intense work out routines. I broke down and bought my own copy of 30 Day Shred. I also bought myself a new pair of jeans…a pair of Seven brand, size 10 boot cut jeans. Now, they fit really snug, but at least I could get them buttoned and my thighs actually fit into something boot cut for once! I had another incentive to continue with my weight loss. I set a new goal of Thanksgiving for reaching my goal weight. Everyone at work by this point had clearly noticed my weight loss. They wanted to know my secret. I was ashamed to tell them I was doing WW. I attributed it all to my basement (and walk/run) workouts! It was embarrassing to tell people how much weight I had lost. A dietitian shouldn’t ever weigh that much, I thought. At 175 pounds, I was finally below 130% of my ideal body weight. Significant to dietitians only, in that above that percentage, you have to use an adjusted body weight to calculate nutrient needs. ALL of my body tissues were utilizing nutrients at the same rate. I began to feel not-so-huge, but still a long way from being considered “thin”. Chris was amazed at my body transformation. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me! I began to wonder just how fit I could make myself. Could I have a six pack? Could I get rid of my love handles completely? Could I wear a sleeveless shirt with complete confidence? Would I be able to wear a bikini next summer? I continued with my 7 day a week workout routine. Along my journey I had thought multiple times about quitting going to the WW weigh ins. Did I need that accountability anymore? Time didn’t allow me to actually stay for the meetings, so I was essentially spending $12 a week for someone to weigh me. I wanted to see it through, though. I wanted to become a “lifetime member”. 155 pounds was ingrained in my mind. I.would.make.it. By 4 months, I had lost a total of 45 pounds.
In an effort to step up the weight loss, I starting running more. I still hated running, but I needed an activity that burned a lot of calories! Within a few weeks, I could easily run a mile. It became an obsession for me. Could I actually be a runner? It was then that I decided to start training for what I thought was a Thanksgiving Day 5K. Come to find out, it’s actually 5 MILES. I had 2 months to train for it, and I knew I could do it. My workout schedule became: Monday – 30 DS level 3, Tuesday – Run, Wednesday - 30 DS level 2, Thursday – Run, Friday – 30 DS level 1 (with heavier weights), Saturday – weight train/run. Sunday, I decided I just had to rest. I was starting to get burned out. I needed a break. The guilt I felt (and still do feel) on Sundays was horrible. I’m guessing because of all the cardio and weight training that I had been doing for the past 4 months, running came easily to me. I felt so strong and powerful. This was definitely a new feeling for me! By 5 months into my weight loss journey, I could run 5 miles and I had lost a total of 53 pounds. I was 7 pounds away from my goal…and Thanksgiving was only 5 weeks away. Getting up early in the mornings to run was cold and dreadful some days, but I had a goal to meet! On the bright side, I was enjoying buying new clothes. The size 10 jeans fit perfectly now and I was even buying size 8’s in dress pants. I never, ever thought I’d see the day! I loved it! I kept plugging away and with Thanksgiving one week away (and 6 months into my journey), I hit 154.5 pounds. I don’t know what I thought would happen when I hit that “magic number”, but the truth is that I felt no different at 159 pounds vs 155 pounds. It was just a number. I felt fantastic and healthy. I was running 5.5 miles, 3 days a week now (and weight training the other 3 days). The Turkey Trot was just around the corner. I was afraid that that too would end up being anti-climatic. Had I built it up too much?
In any case it all has been a major accomplishment for myself! My very generous Mom, “rewarded” me with a shopping spree….$1000 to buy new clothes. I was ecstatic! I could finally have decent clothes that looked nice on me! I can also finally hold my head high as a dietitian! I know my weight battle will be with me the rest of my life. I know it will always be something I’ll have to work at. Being healthy isn’t such a bad habit to have though…is it?
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
With my workout done for the day, I need to move on. Braden has preschool today and the appraiser is coming over at Noon for our re-finance. All fingers crossed that our house appraises well! It's looking to be another beautiful day in the neighborhood!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
When we got home, the kiddos were waiting for us. My sister came in for some water and then went on home to get on with her day. We had some time to fill before the family pictures, so hubby and I loaded the kids up in the double stroller and ran another 0.3 miles to the market for some much-deserved donuts and coffee. The kids love when I run and push them in the double stroller. They don't really like when I walk/push them, though. On the way home, Braden decided he wanted to "run like Mommy". And wouldn't you know, that little guy ran the entire way home....in his crocs. At one point he told me "Mommy, I can't breathe!" and I asked him if he need to take a break. His response "No Mommy! No breaks!" The kid is hardcore already at 4 years old. I'm so glad my running has inspired him to exercise and "get all sweaty" as he says! I'm hoping hubby will be able to be at the finish line with the kids. Having them there will mean everything, and if they could cross the finish line with me, even better! So with week #2 in the books....I'm off for some family time and a break from bloggy world!
Friday, July 10, 2009
In other news, I've found a couple new blogs to follow. One in particular (Mission to Another Marathon) is hosting a giveaway....which includes a pair of Recovery Socks (if you notice, they're on my "wish list")! How cool would that be to win?! In any case, I'm just thrilled to have another running blog to follow. The blogging world could very easily take over my real world! Tomorrow we have a 6-miler planned. Should be easy (ha, famous last words). I think I'm going to try and run with my water bottle, since I won't have the dingo. Figure I need to start training with proper hydration! Now if only my GI system cooperates....
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
In Mommy news....I think my kids might kill each other....or else I might kill them. Okay, not really. But somedays they just can't get along worth a darn! Am I crazy for wanting another one to add to the mix? Caroline has a shriek (okay a YELL) that could break glass. Braden has a temper like none other. He's so stubborn. But then he has a sweet, gentle side that makes you want to cuddle up with him. Same with Caroline. She's such a good cuddler....sucking her thumb, with your "finger!!" in her grips. I try to not let the naughty moments overshadow the kind moments, but some days it's just hard.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Day 5 (under my new training plan) called for a 3 mile run. My run ended up being almost 3.7 miles. It was a great morning. Clear skies, sunshine and 61 degrees. It's days like this that I feel like I could run forever. Cooper was a bit sluggish. Not sure what that was about. I didn't really have any aches or pains during the run. I tried to incorporate this week's "slogan" from TNRMT "it doesn't matter". As in "My legs hurt a bit going up this hill....but it doesn't matter". Mind over matter so to speak. Worked great and gave me just the motivation I needed to finish my run strong. It also talks about visualizing a positive outcome. I get chills and teary-eyed just thinking about crossing that finish line. Is that weird? I just want it so bad.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
End of week one total mileage: 19 miles
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
In any case, I iced my shins last night before bed and they feel pretty good today. Tomorrow I'll give my run 100% intensity.