Sunday, July 27, 2014

Inside Out

Today I've viewing the world in a haze.  Not by choice or by my own doing. About once a year I get a headache to end all headaches.  I've never pinpointed when or why....it just happens.  I get a headache and it winds itself up into a day of dizzy, stomach hurting headache mess.

Lucky me yesterday was that day.  I woke up early and started in on my days plans.  Yes, my head hurt but I thought the advil would knock that right out of my system.  I made breakfast pizza but was already feeling sick to my stomach by the time it was done.  Thus, I decided to forego that and I jumped right into grocery shopping.  By the time I got home at 9:30-10 I was in misery.  I put the bare minimum of the groceries away (leaving non perishables sitting on the table...only putting away perishable items) I ate a slice of butter bread, because I knew that I hadn't eaten and knew that the growing stomach ache COULD be somewhat caused by that.  I then decided to lay down for a few minutes to try to knock the headache out of my system.  I woke up about 4 hours later.  I answered a text or two, grabbed a blanket and slept some more.  Yeah, I pretty much slept until 4 or 5 in the afternoon.  My head was still pounding so I pretty much laid on the couch until Todd came home at about 7PM.  The headache had eased a bit by that time and since there was no way I was in any shape to cook dinner we made our way to town to grab a bite to eat.

Yeah, that was my day......a whole bunch of nothing.  No exercise....but not a whole lot of eating either.  I actually stayed within my calories (ha....easy to do when you are sleeping).  My water consumption was a little rocky (ha....not easy to drink when you are sleeping)

Today my head doesn't pound. It's still a slight ache.  I'm up and moving.  But I feel like everything is in a haze.  I was torn because I really wanted to go for my run today.....to try to maintain that consistency that I talked about the other day.  However, I'm just not up to par.  I'm afraid that a run will kick that headache back into high gear.  I'm also just feeling week and slightly off balance (could be from all the laying around yesterday...in which case a run could wipe that from me).   So I am going to pass on the run today.  My plan?  Run tomorrow....yes it will make it a double workout day for me.  But them's the breaks!   And then I run again on Tuesday, my scheduled run today. (which will clear Wednesday out for my normal zumba step class...or for whatever activity Todd and I do on our day off).     This is about being healthy, and running while I'm clearly recovering from something (would it be classified as a migraine....who knows and I don't really care, I just know how miserable it made me feel) is not the way to be healthy.

Probably not helping my headache was/is the emotions that are pouring through my body.  I have been reading through my old journals.     Yes, while my blog may be 8.5 years old.  It really is just a weight loss blog.  I do write about personal stuff on occasion.  But I have kept personal journal since I was 14 (I had forays into diaries when I was younger than fourteen but never for long and who knows where they went...although wouldn't they be fantastic to read now??) These journals are where I pour out my heart....my deepest pain and my most heartfelt cries.  Writing is cathartic for me...so yes, they are still written out in long hand...pen and paper baby.  When things are going good...I tend to write less.  When I'm upset, I tend to write more. So I do know that reading them is not a totally accurate view of life because the good entries tend to be short and just snippets while the 'woe is me' entries tend to be pages of me working through my emotions.   So I have almost 30 years of journals to read through. And read through them I am doing.  I chose to read through them because I think I've lost me.  Who am I?  Where did that young idealistic girl go?  Where did that young girl with dreams go?   How did I get to where I am....pretty much unhappy with most aspects of my life.  I guess my thought was that maybe if I reread these journals (which are for the most part fun anyway.....it's fun reading about getting your first car.....college pranks.....first dates....etc) I could rediscover that girl or maybe figure out where I got off  the right path.  So I'm maybe 10 years into my journal life. (hmmm....maybe I should sync up when i get to my online journal....watch the dates and read them simultaneously).  I need to figure out how to be happy...how not to mourn the loss of dreams that I've had to let go.  How to accept the death of dreams that are not meant to be.  How to accept my life for what it is....and not what I want.

Why am I writing about my personal journals and this emotional turmoil that I'm in. I fervently believe that it all works hand in hand.  I've been struggling to lose weight the last few months.  It's also been no secret (OK, maybe glossed over on here...but still alluded to) that I've not been happy the last few months (at least...ha).  Emotional well being and weight loss go hand in hand.  Oh it's possibly to lose weight while depressed (for some it's easy) but it's proving to be a tough one for me.  I need to fix me from he inside out.......

Meanwhile, I am registered for the Krumpes Donut Alley Rally...August 8th....here I come.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Pink was the word of the day!

What's up with this divine intervention???  Was it just Sunday that I said that divine intervention kept me from drinking an excess amount of diet soda????   Why yes it was!

Today it struck again.  I went out for a run after work.  After just a few minutes I knew I was going to interval it again.  My plan was to run for two songs....walk for 30 seconds and then run for two songs.  The exception....the artist of the day was Pink.  Anytime I heard Pink, I had to run no ifs ands or buts.  I made it a mile and a half with no pink.  I ran my two songs and was soooo ready to walk....but Pink came on....so I kept running.  The song came to an end and I was so ready to walk.  But no...another Pink song came on.  Really?   Did the shuffle feature just die?   I kept running.  FINALLY the song ended and I breathed a sigh of relief.  Oh yes, you know where this is going.  Another Pink song. I contemplated pretending that I didn't know it was Pink...but that is cheating.  So I ran.  Guess my interval plan wasn't meant to be.  

And the worst part of the run?  Somehow my app (map my ride) shut off .2 miles into the run.  I have no clue exactly how far i ran (roughly 3-3.5 miles) or how long I ran.  (40 minutes give or take ).

I came home after my run and I swung into action.  I cleaned the kitchen.  Started prepping for dinner (a slow bake casserole and homemade bread).  I did laundry and I mowed the yard.  Why yes, I am still push mowing the yard.   Aren't I lucky?

Let me tell you.  I STUNK to high heavens when I came in after mowing.  All that sweat....fat dripping off my body. (at least that's what I'm telling myself!)

My evening was still productive after all of that.  I did a bit of sewing.  I made myself a running skirt. It's all pink and adorable!!!!  (and cost less than $10 which is about 50 bucks less than what they are if I purchased it!!)   I think it turned out pretty nice (pictures forthcoming in a future post).

Now, I do believe this productive girl is ready for bed.  What will tomorrow bring?   I'm hoping another run....hmmmm

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Consistency

Consistency.   What in the world is that????

Well I can tell you that it's something I've been lacking in my life recently.   I ran on July first.....and did not run again until today, July twenty third.  That is NOT at all consistent.   Luckily I can say that I have been at least marginally active in the interim between those runs.   That would include about 30 miles of walking, at least 5 hours of zumba step (I think I forgot to log one of my classes, but can't remember for sure if I did attend that night), about 20 miles of biking (woefully little) and a few hours of other fun active activities.  So it wasn't a loss.  That said.  I have goals.  I have a time goal that I want to meet and inconsistency in running is NOT going to get me there

Inconsistency in any of this weight loss journey is not going to get me to my goals.  It just doesn't work to eat healthy one day and then eat like a starving pig the next.  It's inconsistent and not beneficial.  Yet, that is what I'm doing!   

So where is the inconsistency in my eating happening?   Lets see on Monday.  I started out really good.  I had my whole day of eating planned. I was on target and perfectly planned.  But then a coworker arrived to work. She works part time with us and part time at chicfila.  Well she came in and brought us the leftover breakfast sandwiches.....why yes, I did have a spicy chicken biscuit.  that can't be too bad can it????   Oh hell....450 calories!   That's a lot of calories to try to fit into a day.  I made some adjustments and I was ok with the changes.  But then late that night I was HUNGRY.  GRRR  Let see, Tuesday. I knew I had to save calories as were were going out to dinner.  I ended up eating crackers at work.  Why?   Well why not?  I was bored!    And then the dinner plans got changed and instead of going where I thought we were going (and what I had planned for) we ended up going elsewhere and I went in without a plan and ended up ordering a dinner....scrumptious...right around 2000 calories scrumptious!  (parmesan crusted chicken, backed sweet potato and salad at Long horn steak house).        Inconsistency!   Inconsistency that is not going to get me where I want to go!  

My food is planned.  And I will NOT eat any of the crackers here at work!  I'm just not going to do it!  Not happening!   

I ran today.  It was a rough run.  I did it in walk run intervals...mostly running thank goodness, but still not what I wanted to be doing at this point.  But hey...I got out there and did it!

Today's running  revelation was two fold.

1.  I ran and figured out that after a run I have do much energy!  This morning after running I made baked ziti to bake for dinner tonight ( and extra for the freezer), vacuumed the house, scoured the stove top (yeah it was looking really bad), did laundry, straightened the house, packed my lunch, packed workout clothes for after work, showered......totally productive....more productive than had I not run for sure!!!

2.  My after run pictures totally show me happy and proud.  :-).  

Just more reason for consistency!!!

Consistency......I will be back out there again...and again...and again.  

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Topsy Turvy

I rolled into Friday ready to work on this challenge that I have accepted.   And then things started going belly up.  The first of the two kittens passed away.  Yes, saving a kitten that young is a long shot, but it still is just heartbreaking.  Friday evening the other little kitten took a turn for the worse. We  took turns holding the kitten and miraculously she seemed to perk up a bit, however we still struggled to get her to eat.  :-(      We knew her odds of survival had gone down drastically, yet we soldiered on.
I had to work Saturday morning and I had plans to leave work to go up to town to spend the day with my family and to grab groceries and run a few errands.  I packed my bag and rushed out the door to head to work.  I jumped into my car and didn't even make it out of the driveway and I knew.  I got out of the car and walked around to the other side....and this is what I saw....not exactly healthy.  I rushed inside and had Todd drive me to work and I begged a ride home from a co-worker.  
Todd had unchangeable plans for the day so I was effectively stuck at home all Saturday afternoon and evening.  Yeah, my family would have come pick me up, but I stayed home and took over the 'save the kitten' duties from Todd to ease his day.   I fed the kitty and spent a lot of time holding the kitten.  She actually had spurts of activity but was content to lay in  my arms and sleep.  She was happy.  At about 2 days old she started this little 'purr' it was absolutely adorable.

My youngest nephew said it looked like she was a mouse...and yes, that's exactly what he (she) looked like.  This kitten fought and fought but Sunday morning she gave up the fight and passed away.  She is buried in our pet cemetery.   
Sunday was spent visiting family, fixing the tires (My back tires were on their death bed anyway...so I went ahead and just got new tires) and getting groceries.

I was talking with my sister in law this morning and she mentioned how she is trying to cut down on diet soda.  I whole heartedly agreed.  I don't buy it for the house, but it definitely creeps back into my life so easily. I thought that it was a good idea and I was going to copy her lead even as I sat there and sucked down the diet pepsi that was in my to-go cup from breakfast (did I mention that the to-go cup was my refill and it was the largest size the place offered??)   I finished it off and we headed to lunch.  My newly minted plan was strong in my mind.  So what did I do for lunch?  Why I ordered a large fountain drink....I drank it....and I got a refill for the road.  Oh yes.  But sometimes divine intervention occurs.  It has happened numerous times before. The great pizza topple is the one that sticks in my mind the most.  Well divine intervention happened again.  How???


Yes, my drink toppled out of the cup holder.  All over the floorboard.  Oh well...and yes, in our travels when I picked up my next drink, it was water!!!!


I have my healthy lunches lined up for my work week and I've got lots of fruit prepped for the week ahead!  Bring it on!!!




Thursday, July 17, 2014

Challenge Accepted!

I'm tired of this journey.  I've been working on losing weight (failing miserably at some points.....hanging on by the skin of my teeth for others) that I'm just tired of the journey.  Tired tired tired!!!!!!  I believe that factor plays a role in my choices.  It plays a role in how I look at my friend (food). It plays a role in how I interact with the texture and taste of the foods that I want to try and experience. You see, I'm a foodie that also happens to have an addiction.  Bad combination!   It's been so long and I'm just so ready for the next step.  However, I'm not there.  I've got some more weight to lose.

I was asked a question today.  What made me want to lose weight in the first place.  I started to think about that.  I wasn't unhappy as an overweight girl.  I always kind of knew that I had some weight to lose but I really never knew I was overweight.  Go figure.  I had vague thoughts every once in a while to get fit.  Never really to lose weight.  I had visions of being 'fit'.     Looking back I can see where I was overweight.  Want to see?????

College pictures.......I'm obviously back row far left in the top picture and the far left gal in the bottom picture.


So as you can see I do have some excess pounds. I liked myself.  I was happy.  So what changed to make me want to lose weight???    What life defining moment caused me to stand up and say "MaryFran, it's time to lose weight"?   Yes indeed.  What?   I had to really think about that.  There was no life defining moment.  There was no traumatic moment.

So how did it all start?  I had a friend that was talking about losing weight. She was a really                                                                                              good friend of mine and somehow in the midst of a conversation we somehow made a bet.  The first person to lose weight naturally was the winner and would win a new pair of jeans, purchased by the loser.  I was all about that!   It started me on my journey.   A little competition.  

So how did this play out in the conversation????   I had already admitted that I have a wee little goal in my mind.  I was going to write out my goal on here in my last post.  I started to and then backspaced it into oblivion.  But that is wrong.  I have never prescribed to hiding the good the bad and the ugly and now is not the time to start.  So I'm laying it out here and now.   I have some tentative plans right around August 16th and 17th that I'm already looking forward to.  (hopefully they will pan out...and if not, there will be a reschedule for a later date I'm sure)   And my weight has absolutely nothing to do with that date...but the date is in my mind...so hey, why not combine a weight loss goal with that date.  Seems like a good plan to me!   So, I'm hear by declaring that I have a goal to lose 10 pounds by then.  That is 10 pounds in one month.  That's a tough goal.  But that's my goal!   I shared my goal with my friend tonight and after we talked about how I work well with challenges she looked at me and said "I challenge you to lose 10 pounds in the next month and I challenge myself to lose 5"  (She's very close to her goal...so 5 will be a tough goal for her also!).  I readily accepted and together almost at the same time we both proposed a monetary prize. The loser pays the winner 10 bucks!    Oh yeah!  Game on!!!!!!!!   We refined the challenge one last time.  If we BOTH make our goal....she gets a baby sitter for the kids and she and I go out to a nice dinner.  (husband attendance optional and decided upon at a later date!)  We shook on it and I worked  my hardest to try to get her to buy some ice cream for herself after our walk.  Hey, she was stopping at the ice cream store to buy it for her husband and kids....why not get one for her!   Stop,  don't feel too bad for her.....we lost power for a few days earlier this week and I had my three different kinds of ice cream in the fridge (all divided up into 1/2 cup containers) and the ice cream was the casualty.  Ice cream after it melts just isn't right....it separated and is just kinda nasty.  So HER response was for me to take all of that ice cream...blend it together and have a big milkshake!!!  Nice try!  No dice though my friend...no dice!

So right.....yet so wrong

I ate a whoopie pie for lunch.  No, not as a dessert.  I ate it FOR lunch.  Yes, that was my lunch.   Not exactly healthy.  Not exactly balanced.   And I wager, in calories it was probably more than 1/3 of my daily 'allowance'.     Ohhh not that bad eh?   Do you want to talk about the rest of the day in food?   French toast for breakfast.  (MMMM, this local diner...Mt. View Diner....has the BEST french toast!) and of course I had to order a side of home fries.   Dinner was a BLT and some cole slaw.    Where is there anything healthy in that?  Other than the tomato and lettuce in my BLT???    And somewhere in there I may have had a small individual bag of pretzels.  Ohhh and I just remembered the slices of cheese.....yeah, quite a few slices of cheese....5 maybe?

What's wrong with me?   I want this.  I really want this.  I want my 100 pounds gone celebration.  I want to wear all my 'thin clothes'.  I WANT THIS.  But I just can't seem to get it together.  Why???

I don't have an easy solution.  I don't think it's going to be a quick snap of my wrist and voila I lose.  However, I do believe that the problem lies in the habits and beliefs that are buried deep inside me.   You see, I want this.  Oh I want it badly.  However, for most of my life I have had a relationship with food in that food is comfort.  Food is my friend. Food is love.  Eating some delectable food item fills me with a sense of well being....a high if you want to call it that.   And I do enjoy the complex flavors and tastes.  It consumes me and warms me.   This has been a lifelong thing (yes, lets call it what it is...it's an addiction).....so these feelings are what feels right and natural.  

So, Yesterday we were out roaming around (ok ok ok, we were scanning river banks for good stones/rocks for a backyard project!) and I just wanted to visit my 'old friend'.   I wanted something sweet.  I wanted something delectable and tasty on my tongue.  The urge to have that sense of well being.  I wanted to feel the taste burst on my tongue.  I wanted to experience that sense of 'rightness' flow over me.  And I did....I went into our local bakery and when I saw the whoopie pie, I just HAD to have it.  (If I were still living in Western, PA I would probably refer to it as a Gob...ha ha ha).    It was right.  It was tasty.   I won't say it was the wrong decision for me.  I don't plan on living a life where I deny myself the tasty treats in life.  HOWEVER,  it opened my eyes.  It made me realize that I'm slipping up in my eating.  That has to change.  I need to tighten the ropes!     I have a goal.  Small, short term and I'm going to work towards it!

Yesterday evening I got a text from my husband.  "Can you stop by the studio on the way to Zumba"  Of course I can.  I stopped and before I could get into the door he said "Don't be mad, but I just had to do something".

I walked further into the studio and there he sat holding this little creature.  It looked like the size of a mouse.   Apparently one of the cats outside the studio had a kitten.  Like...had a kitten on the doorstep.....and then disappeared, leaving this tiny living being wrapped in the umbilical cord and covered with birth fluids.   My husband carted it inside and then went and picked up the kitten survival kit. (We usually have some of this on hand but he did have to restock because our hot water bottle broke on the last kitten rescue).  The kitten was active as all get out.   I held it and then went to zumba....and while I was at zumba I got another text....uhhhhhhh  I was loading the car to go home and heard another cry...the cat apparently had the second kitten in a pile of wet wood and leaves.  He added this one to the container carrying the fist (after spending some time feeding and warming it up).  Sooooo we are back in kitten nursing stage.  Bottle feeding (or rather eye dropper feeding...although the one really prefers to lick the formula off of our hands...go figure....hey, i'm not complaining, that will make the transition to eating on it's own so much easier).    So here we are....AGAIN.  I can not have any more cats in my house.  Temporary is ok.....kinda.  So I'm praying that if these kittens live (they are in the bathroom off the living room right now and I can hear them 'crying') that we can easily find them homes...I will say...kittens raised by humans from such a young age make THE BEST pets!






Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Monday madness

Ok internet issues...this apparently didn't load.   Oops!!  So let's retry!!!

I am exhausted!   I have been since Saturday.   My legs feel heavy...they have been since Sunday.   Hmmm maybe I need a run!!

Ok, so I didn't get a run in on Sunday.  I woke up before the alarm.  I was wide awake so I flipped off the alarm and laid there checking my email.  I woke up one hour and forty five minutes later.  Ibary made it to my morning walk with sherry!  No worries...I will run on Monday morning!!!

 I got home and Todd and I set out for our day.   We hit up a few stores...the local flea market.  We did Mexican for lunch.


We visited a friend in the hospital.   We did a bit of pet sitting.

I made dinner.  And I organized the linen closet....threw unused or ratty stuff away and made it so neat!!!


I was totally on a roll...even though my body felt heavy and tired.   And then....boom....severe thunderstorm...again.   Crash, the house went dark.  Oh yes...again. It was still off in the morning...so the hour I had to run was instead used for the twenty minute (each way) drive to my parents to shower!  And of course breakfast out.

Lunch and dinner was 'out'also and I will freely admit that I chose poorly!!!

The power just came back on (no internet or cable yet) and it's cooling down.  Hopefully tomorrow I can run!!!



Sunday, July 13, 2014

Reinforcement!

I know I know...two posts in 12 hours.  But seriously....this video and song is AMAZING!

It really puts it into a proper perspective that we do so much trying to get people to 'like us' but really what is important is what we think about ourselves!   (kinda appropos after my post last night....hmmmm , isn't it neat how sometimes lessons in life are reinforced!)   Any change needs to be for ME..because I like ME, not for anyone else!

The song and video is by Colbie Caillat and is titled TRY  



The lyrics for the song:
Oooh
Oooh
Put your make-up on
Get your nails done
Curl your hair
Run the extra mile
Keep it slim so they like you, do they like you?
Get your sexy on
Don't be shy, girl
Take it off
This is what you want, to belong, so they like you
Do you like you?
You don't have to try so hard
You don't have to, give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don't have to change a single thing
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try
Yooou don't have to try
Oooh
Oooh
Get your shopping on, at the mall, max your credit cards
You don't have to choose, buy it all, so they like you
Do they like you?
Wait a second,
Why, should you care, what they think of you
When you're all alone, by yourself, do you like you?
Do you like you?
You don't have to try so hard
You don't have to, give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don't have to change a single thing
You don't have to try so hard
You don't have to bend until you break
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don't have to change a single thing
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try
Yooou don't have to try
Oooh
Oooh
You don't have to try so hard
You don't have to, give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don't have to change a single thing
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try, try, try, try
You don't have to try
You don't have to try
Take your make-up off
Let your hair down
Take a breath
Look into the mirror, at yourself
Don't you like you?
Cause I like you