Today was the first time in a long time I actually had fun running. My goal was to do 3 miles at a 1/1 interval. I actually did the first mile at 1/1, the second mile at 2/1, and part of the third mile at 3/1, so I did better than expected! My time was slow as I knew it would be. Last summer when I was running pretty consistently my 5K time was usually between 39:00 and 41:00. Today I did 3 miles in 43:00, so obviously much slower, but not as bad as I was expecting. I’ll take it!
It’s funny how mental running is and how you can mentally pump yourself up or psyche yourself out. For the first two miles I was running in between two rather attractive, obviously well-trained runners, and I was pumped and in the zone. “Hey fellas. How you doin’?” LOL. The music was blaring and I was gliding along. Somewhere around mile two one of the guys got off and a skinny, pretty, blonde girl got on, and I was done, ready to get off (I didn’t though of course). Oh the mind games one can play with themselves!
Anywho, I really enjoyed my run today, and in an unrelated note I buried my scale in my closet. I am done weighing myself. It messes with my mind and confidence too much.
The race is three weeks away! Marcia and Derrick, I hope your training is going well and I am excited to see you that day!
Happy Running!
Sally
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Tackling The Emotional Part
Phooey!!! I seem go to extremes lately when it comes to this whole getting healthy thing. I went for two weeks with very strict diet and exercise. I was pretty much eating salads and drinking water and that’s it, and exercising every day. Now for the past week and a half, I have been eating nothing but crap and have not exercised once.
There are a few things going on here, some physical and some mental. First off, as Marcia told me on Saturday, sugar is like my own special brand of crack. If I have just a little I want more and more. I’m not sure where this leaves me. I could cut it out completely like I did the first two weeks. It was hard at first, and I spent most of those first weeks dying for pop and chocolate, but on most days was just fine. Or I could eat it/drink it, but in moderation. Part of me is saying do it in moderation because it is more realistic you will stick to it. However, my whole diet started to fail over a week ago because I said, “One little candy bar won’t hurt me,” and then it did. Like Marcia said it was like crack and I couldn’t get enough once I started. The other part of me is saying, “You know this is your biggest addiction (especially in the form of pop), so just like smokers and alcoholics have to do, give up your drug cold turkey and completely.”
OK, this next part is so private. Probably the most private thing I have ever shared with anybody, and now I am about to share it with all of you. I have been thinking about this for a couple of years and maybe, even though I am no therapist, this will be a little freeing for me once I put it out there. All these shows that have weight loss experts on them say that usually people who have been overweight for most or all of their lives have some underlying emotional issue that has nothing to do with their physical capabilities to lose weight. I could be completely wrong, but in my mind for the past couple of years I have been thinking that maybe I subconsciously sabotage myself all the time on purpose. I started getting overweight around fifth grade. It didn’t really start to become an emotional issue for me however until eighth grade. That was when I started hearing mean girls (we all know there are plenty in middle school) making little comments. That is also about the same time I started losing friends. Up until then I had always had plenty of friends to hang out with. In high school and college I had very few friends and in my entire life, I have only gone out on dates with three people, and have only dated one seriously. I have always blamed my lack of friends and dates on my weight, which gets me back to what I was saying. Maybe I have been hiding behind my weight, and am afraid that if I lose it, I will discover that it hasn’t been my weight this whole time that people haven’t liked, but it’s really me as a person, so I keep the weight on for fear of that not being the issue. I know some of you are reading this and rolling your eyes, and others are thinking I watch to many talk shows, but I think there might be something to this, and is something I need to work through…OK or maybe this has nothing to do with this and I just love pizza. Hahaha.
Wow it got deep there for a minute. I don’t know where all of this leaves me. I guess I am just damaged goods and I need to work on fixing myself, not just physically but mentally too. If you got this far in my blog, thanks for reading and caring. It was a very emotional weekend, but now the weekend is over and I have to figure out what is going to be best for me.
Shamrock Shuffle 5 weeks away…
Happy Running!
Sally
There are a few things going on here, some physical and some mental. First off, as Marcia told me on Saturday, sugar is like my own special brand of crack. If I have just a little I want more and more. I’m not sure where this leaves me. I could cut it out completely like I did the first two weeks. It was hard at first, and I spent most of those first weeks dying for pop and chocolate, but on most days was just fine. Or I could eat it/drink it, but in moderation. Part of me is saying do it in moderation because it is more realistic you will stick to it. However, my whole diet started to fail over a week ago because I said, “One little candy bar won’t hurt me,” and then it did. Like Marcia said it was like crack and I couldn’t get enough once I started. The other part of me is saying, “You know this is your biggest addiction (especially in the form of pop), so just like smokers and alcoholics have to do, give up your drug cold turkey and completely.”
OK, this next part is so private. Probably the most private thing I have ever shared with anybody, and now I am about to share it with all of you. I have been thinking about this for a couple of years and maybe, even though I am no therapist, this will be a little freeing for me once I put it out there. All these shows that have weight loss experts on them say that usually people who have been overweight for most or all of their lives have some underlying emotional issue that has nothing to do with their physical capabilities to lose weight. I could be completely wrong, but in my mind for the past couple of years I have been thinking that maybe I subconsciously sabotage myself all the time on purpose. I started getting overweight around fifth grade. It didn’t really start to become an emotional issue for me however until eighth grade. That was when I started hearing mean girls (we all know there are plenty in middle school) making little comments. That is also about the same time I started losing friends. Up until then I had always had plenty of friends to hang out with. In high school and college I had very few friends and in my entire life, I have only gone out on dates with three people, and have only dated one seriously. I have always blamed my lack of friends and dates on my weight, which gets me back to what I was saying. Maybe I have been hiding behind my weight, and am afraid that if I lose it, I will discover that it hasn’t been my weight this whole time that people haven’t liked, but it’s really me as a person, so I keep the weight on for fear of that not being the issue. I know some of you are reading this and rolling your eyes, and others are thinking I watch to many talk shows, but I think there might be something to this, and is something I need to work through…OK or maybe this has nothing to do with this and I just love pizza. Hahaha.
Wow it got deep there for a minute. I don’t know where all of this leaves me. I guess I am just damaged goods and I need to work on fixing myself, not just physically but mentally too. If you got this far in my blog, thanks for reading and caring. It was a very emotional weekend, but now the weekend is over and I have to figure out what is going to be best for me.
Shamrock Shuffle 5 weeks away…
Happy Running!
Sally
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The Scale is not my friend
I have never kept it secret that I am addicted to the scale, and this addiction bit me in the ass this week. During the first week of my Go Green Get Lean diet I lost 7 pounds and then hit a wall. This was week two and I couldn’t lose an ounce. I noticed on Wednesday that no matter what I did this week, the scale wasn’t moving. The next day I started to sabotage my diet. I went out to lunch with some co-workers on Thursday, and it’s been downhill ever since. I even ordered a pizza tonight. Deep down inside I know it was because the scale wasn’t moving this week, so I thought what’s the point? I know that is totally wrong thinking and I need to get rid of my scale. It could have been that or it could have been that I have been sick since Monday night, and when I am sick I, as do most people, crave comfort food from my childhood. As I am looking back on the week, I went out to dinner with friends three nights this week plus I went to Subway on my own for lunch one day. During week one when I lost 7 pounds I didn’t eat out once. I think I need to limit myself to going out to eat only once a week, which means I am going to have to start telling people no, something that has never been easy for me.
On the positive note, I did keep up with my workouts this week. I exercised five days. Most days it was brutal because I could hardly breathe out of my nose (difficult when you are running), but today was actually really good. Today I ran 2 miles and increased my interval to 2/1. After talking to Diane (her husband is trained in Galloway Running) I have decided tomorrow to go back down to 1/1. He said instead of increasing my intervals, I should be increasing my distance, which makes sense to me.
With the Shamrock Shuffle six weeks away, there is no time to mope about this week’s failures. Instead I will pick myself up from the bootstraps and start again tomorrow.
Happy Running!
Sally
On the positive note, I did keep up with my workouts this week. I exercised five days. Most days it was brutal because I could hardly breathe out of my nose (difficult when you are running), but today was actually really good. Today I ran 2 miles and increased my interval to 2/1. After talking to Diane (her husband is trained in Galloway Running) I have decided tomorrow to go back down to 1/1. He said instead of increasing my intervals, I should be increasing my distance, which makes sense to me.
With the Shamrock Shuffle six weeks away, there is no time to mope about this week’s failures. Instead I will pick myself up from the bootstraps and start again tomorrow.
Happy Running!
Sally
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