Don't be a Moron

I really should listen to myself more often. Well not the self that talked itself out of bringing her running shoes with her to the gym today. I'm only planning on doing a mile today. My cross trainers will be fine for that. They have insoles. I wear them all the time for zumba. A mile will be fine. 

N.O.T.

A little more than a tenth of a mile into my run, my left knee starts screaming. Then the right knee starts. I swear my knees could be my children. When one starts, you know the other one is going to start up soon. 

Sigh. So I power walked, jogged, and limp ran my mile. I'm not disappointed by the fact that I got it done, I'm disappointed that I did something so dumb. I should have brought my running shoes. My knees don't hurt when I wear the proper shoes. 

Zumba was terrible because of how much pain my knees were in. I probably should have left after my knees started really giving me trouble, but again....I'm a moron. 

Oh well. I started a new 5k routine and I think  I may be able to stick better to this one than the last one. There are Sunday runs in this one and I figure Devlin and I can get our runs in together. He's really been wanting to go running with me, so I figure I can accommodate him. :) 

Besides if I start him running and wanting to exercise and stay in shape maybe those lessons will stay with him into adulthood. I think if I had stayed active in track and cross country I might not have put on as much weight as I did. Of  course, those sports are also what helped destroy my knees. Its a vicious circle. :) 

Oh and in other breaking news. I've gained back 4 pounds. Its not a whole  lot, but its enough to make me realize that I can't slack off. I need to stick to my routine and tough it out. I could try and blame my period or hormones or stress, but in reality does it matter what the cause is? I gained it back. I'm going to have to lose the  pounds again. Plain and simple. 

So tomorrow is another zumba session. A friend of mine needs to go over her routines and I actually really like doing zumba more than once a week, so I'm game. I'm going to move the run that I'm supposed  to do tomorrow to Friday and just bang out 3 miles so I can stay on track with the new 5k program. Saturday is supposed to be just 10 minutes of general strengthening and then Sunday is 2 miles. 

Wish me luck! 

Gainesville Middle School 5K

Today started very early. 6:30 early.

It was for a good reason though. My sister and I ran our first 5k together. It was a pretty amazing time. 

Before the race.

The race  was very well run and the course was nice and easy. 

Dana ran the 5k in 35:12 for a pace of 11:21, and I ran 40:53 for a pace of 13:11

I could  not be happier about my time, but also during the last 200 meters or so of the race I  had my own personal cheerleader. 

Dana waited for me and when she saw that I was coming up; she crossed the field and ran with me, supporting and cheering me all the way to the finish; which thankfully was close, but I do remember  telling her that I felt like it was forever away. She quickly responded that it wasn't and I could keep going. :) 

We both had the same game plan for those last 200 meters though, once on the track - start running again. 

It was nice during the course to pass her a couple of times. We'd wave or  similarly acknowledge each other and then keep on going. 

For Dana's age group (19-29) she was the 16th out of 18 women, and I was number 30 out of 38 women for the 30-39 age group. Not to shabby. The 1st overall  woman finisher was in my age group and the 2nd one was in Dana's age group. 

There were 329 racers total, and Dana was 244 overall and I was 290 overall. Not to shabby. 

I did decide while I was running that I either need to update my training schedule, and maybe take a step back and then build back up to hopefully increase my times. I think I'm going to investigate that a bit. 

I am happy to report, that both Dana and I were having hip soreness when the race was over, but my inner thighs were also taking the brunt of some of the soreness. Still I feel good, and I'm very pleased with my performance. 

Now if I could only figure out what the heck happened with my Nike+ thing, because it says I didn't even run 2.5 miles and it won't let me calibrate it. Stupid electronics. 

After the race. We're rosy!

Oh well. I'm going to rest tomorrow and Monday I'll be back at the gym. 

Let the countdown begin!

I have gotten a workout in every day this week so far, and I'm really feeling good about it. I mean I feel the workouts too, which is not as good but hey it all works out in the end.

I've also been hovering around 260 for about the last week, so I'm going to go ahead and officially say that I'm down 35 pounds and 10 pounds from my first goal! YAY!!!

I cannot remember the last time I was 250 pounds. Hell I  can't remember the last time I was 260....it must've been when I was pregnant with Devlin or maybe that was 250 pounds. Who cares. I'm 10 pounds from being 250 again!

Oh and I've also dropped several bra sizes. No longer am I a 42F, but  I do believe I've meandered down to a 42DD. My 42DDD fit, but are a little large in the cup area.

Now since most believe that a DD is the same as an E and a DDD is  the same as a F, let  me tell you they're not.

Yes, measurement around wise they are technically the same, but they're not. The difference in those measurements is side boob. Yes, side boob makes a difference.

Before I didn't have side boob and I was happy because I still had full range of my arms and I never, NEVER, chaffed my upper arm on my boob. Then side boob appeared, and it made me sad.

I also believe that side boob makes your boobs in pictures look HUMONGOUS, like how in the hell are you still standing upright and not hunched over with a hunchback huge.

Now that I've lost my side boob and have made it back down to a DD, which by the way I have  not been since before Dev was born, in pictures I still have a lot of boob, but its all up front and not crowding my arms. Pictures look a little more balanced, I think.

Of course, this is coming from a slightly neurotic girl who's still self conscious about how tall she is. The only time my height really bothers me is in zumba. I usually try to stand next to a friend who is 5'10" or so. I will probably never get over my height issues, as they have been with me for a very long time. It's hard to be 5' 10" in the 4th grade. It's harder to be 6' 2" throughout your middle and high school years. No one is as  tall as you. There were maybe 2 of us that were that tall, but its not a big deal for guys to be bigger than their peers. It makes a big difference when you're a girl. Especially when said girl loves  shoes with a 3" heel.

Yes, I wear said shoes, and no I don't give a crap  how tall I am or that I tower over my hubs. Isn't that odd...I don't care when I go out how tall I am, but in zumba, with all those other ladies (and gents, sometimes!) I feel as if I'm a 4th grader again, whose trying to grow into herself and her height and god-willing not going to trip over anything, because its a long way down. Oh well. Its not a big enough issue that I stop going to class. The only thing I do is I don't look in the mirror at the front of the class. Ever. If I do - I look at everyone else. Never myself. No one wants to see the Jolly Green Giant (such a horrible nick name).

Oh well. Its my neurosis and I'll deal with it how I want. Oh and this is coming from a girl who's now 6' 3". Yay for the extra inch I gained after turning 30!

I think I'm going to have to take some new measurements on myself and share them here soon. I need new capris. None of my old ones fit, which is never a bad thing. :) It'll also help with the other goal I have, which I've talked extensively about on Straight Stitches - no more buying fabric. Use what I have. So I'm going to dig through my hoard and hopefully come up with 3 pairs of capris. :)

See you guys later!

Not missing those Oreos.....

Do you remember that for Lent I gave up my Oreo late night snack?

Well, I've been good. I have not had any Oreos at all. I've been so good in that regard.

What I've not been good at is night time snacking. And I say this as I munch on a plate of the hub's so delicious nachos. Mmmmmmm...Nachos.

I love nachos. A whole bunch.

Should I be eating them at 9 at night. Nope, probably not.

Do I care? Not really.

Why don't I care? Well I don't have a good reason.

I know I should have a healthier late night snack, but that's not what I'm craving. The hubs got up and made himself some nachos and asked if I wanted in on that action. Um....Hell yea I do.

This is why the hubs and I are not great health cheerleaders for each other. This is also why the hubs and I are not gym buddies.

Today I logged my 2nd under 13:00/mile run today. It was 1.01 miles and I clocked a 12:59/mile. It counts!

I thought I'd be more  pleased with myself, but I'm not. I was frustrated at the gym today.

People were sitting on the machines! Not using them, granted some of them were being used, but most of them were occupied by people waiting for the next class to start. SO AGGRAVATING.

So I didn't get my weights in. No matter - I'll just get my run in and call it a day.

I don't usually go to the gym in the afternoon, but Dev wanted to go to the gym with me and H. So I pushed off my regularly scheduled morning gym routine for the afternoon. The boys had a great time at the gym, which was great and I'm glad that they had time together at the gym and with their friends, but I wish my experience had been better.

My shoe decided to munch on my sock about 1/2 mile into my run, and then caused a blister. The blister encompasses most of my heel and hurts so bad. It was so bad that I had to take off my shoe to drive. Sigh.

At least I powered through and finished the mile, even though I wanted to do 2. Tomorrow I'm going to do 2.

Oh and Dev said he wanted to go running with me, so I may ask him tomorrow if he still wants to run with me and maybe he and I will do 2 miles or so tomorrow.

So I'm going to enjoy my nacho-eating-night and get back to the healthy tomorrow morning with some oatmeal in the morning. :)

Well....it almost worked

So I have yet to make it to the gym this week.

I feel bad too, because I do want to go, but my body is telling my head to go eff itself.

I guess I may as well admit that the hubs might have been right about how sick I was/am.

I'm feeling better now, but still not 100%

Since I didn't make it to the gym today, I went on a cleaning spree at the house. Nothing like eliminating  all those nasty little cold germs like lysol, pledge, the vacuum and some windex.  :)

I'm tired now from it all, but my house is looking pretty damn good. At least the main level is.

I think I might try to go to the gym tomorrow...depending on how tonight goes.

My sleeping pattern has been off because of this damn illness. Last night was probably the first amazing night of sleep that I've gotten in over a week.

Unisom might have helped  with that. Either way - I'm taking another unisom tonight and hopefully I wake up  tomorrow feeling even better.

I should vacuum my stairs first. Ugh...the stairs.

Well I'm off to put some small fry to bed and then do some more cleaning.

Bring on the Lysol

Hey guess what guys???

I'M SICK AGAIN!!

Effing terrific. Ugh.

Good news........I'm down to 262.

Bad news.......its because I haven't eaten anything more than ramen for like 4 days.

Why.......because my throat hates me. It actually felt like my throat was closing up on the left side. My lymph nodes were so swollen that the  left side of my neck was tender to the touch. It hurt to cough, talk and swallow.

Made for a very quiet house.

Upside.....my typing has never been better and thank god for all of the IM capable devices in this house. Most of the conversations between the hubs and Iwere over IM. My oldest and I also had a conversation over notepad. I'd type out my questions he'd read them aloud and then answer them. Nothing like getting more reading  practice in right? The youngest and I also developed a grunting, snapping fingers and pointing system of communication. It was not as effective as typing.

My throat is still sore, and its still painful to swallow, but I can talk, like Minnie Mouse, and my appetite has returned, sort of.

I can't eat as much as I did on Monday, which in the long run is probably a good thing, because I was still in the habit of overeating a bit.

The bad news. My meal schedules are all over the place. I need  to get back into eating breakfast with the kids and not with the hubs at 10:30/11 o'clock in the morning. Lunch does not take place at 2 pm. I also need more water, because of the congestion and lack of ingesting anything - I am DEHYDRATED.

My lips - let's just say the Sahara looks better than them right now.

So the course of action for right now is this:

Today - enjoy my mom's birthday! Relax. take it easy and recuperate.

Tomorrow - Clean my house, nothing to strenuous. The hubs will be helping with this. Also relax and not over do it.

Monday - Taking one last day off from the gym. If I do go - light weights all over

Tuesday - Jog 2 miles. Take  my time.

Wednesday - ZUMBA!

Thursday - 4 miles - we'll see how this plays out, and weights

Friday - rest

I had planned on doing an 8k next weekend, but silly sister scheduled her vacation up her for the wrong weekend, so instead we will be running a 5k on St. Patrick's Day.

This will probably work out for the best because it will give me another week to get back up to full potential. Provided I don't get sick again.

Bring on the Lysol.