Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Week 12 Scorecard

Twelve weeks. Three months. Eighty-six days so far on this journey. Feels like a milestone of sorts. Let's see...
  • In only one of those weeks did I show a gain. And only twice stayed the same.
  • I've stayed focused for the most part; those moments of really wanting to binge on something (Cheetos!) have been rare, and I'm usually able to make do with a few bites instead of 3 servings
  • We've saved a small fortune by not eating out.
  • Between running, walking, and using the elliptical, I've logged somewhere around 100 miles. That's about 9 a week.
  • I drank enough water to float the ark.
  • I finished a 5K in under 40 minutes and ran the entire distance.
  • I now fit into three more pairs of pants I had stuck back in my closet. And I'm buying a size smaller shirt.
  • As of today's weigh in, I've lost 15.1 pounds. I have 47 pounds to go.
I think I really needed to take time to write this out for myself. While I'd love to say I've lost 30 pounds, that's just not realistic (or healthy) and I have to just keep working.


I'll do a separate post on this when I get done, but for a couple of days I've been doing a major closet purge. I took out anything I haven't worn in a year, anything that doesn't fit now (too big or too small) and stuff I just won't wear. While going through everything, I found pants I'd completely forgotten about, shorts that I bought too small that now fit, and workout clothes I can wear again.

And mostly, I realized I have absolutely no self-control when it comes to white shirts. None.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

My first 5K

Today my 16-year-old daughter and I participated in the Make-a-Wish Foundation's Race for Wishes 5K in Irving, Texas. If you've been around the blog very long, you know that we did the C25K program last summer but never actually participated in a race. I've done walking 5Ks before, but this was the first year with running as the goal.

We've been training pretty hard for the last 3 weeks or so. Earlier this week we ran 3 miles in our neighborhood, so we felt we had a pretty good shot at running the whole thing. Here were my goals:
  • Run the entire thing
  • Do it in under 40 minutes
  • Don't get hurt
  • Don't die
This race had chip timers - I'd not had that before because I always signed up to walk. They're cool little straps you put on your shoe lace. That's how individuals can still get specific times even in large crowds; you have a "gun time" - start of race - and "chip time," which registers when YOU actually cross the starting/finish line. Along the route, they had digital signs posting cumulative time at the first two mile markers. These are based on gun time. I realized later that I hadn't taken that into consideration...

I finished the first mile right at 12 minutes, the 2nd mile was a bit over 25 minutes. It's pretty normal for me to slow down after the first mile. I thought I would be close to my 40-minute goal, but the 3rd mile is always slow for me. I might need to change my music for that last mile!

The kid had passed me right around mile 2. I stayed about six feet behind her - she generally keeps a more consistent pace than I do, so I was using her as a pace car. I could see the finish line just around the corner, and heard one of the cops watching traffic yell (in general, not specifically to me), "Sprint it!" I'd lost all track of time, but got around the corner and could see part of the timer: 3-:--. took two more steps and saw: 39:--. FINALLY the head that was blocking my view moved, just as the kid was crossing the line: 39:58. No way was I going to make it over in two seconds, but I tried! Clock said 40:02 as I went past.

About a minute later, when my brain started functioning enough to remember chip versus gun time, I realized I might have made it after all...so I had to wait until the official results were posted.

And my actual time? 39:45! Whooop!

Obviously I'm not setting any land speed records, but I don't care. Personal records work for me!

And then, the best part? THIS guy (girl?) was here, and they brought free sandwiches!

It was a lot of fun and I'm so glad we did it! Not sure what our next plan is, but there will definitely be more. Once I figure out my next goal time, we'll find one to do.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Week 11 Scorecard

I tried an experiment. I've been stuck for a couple weeks, so I changed a few things last week to try to jump start weight loss again. I've also contended for the last few months that the day I weigh in matters, but I couldn't really prove it. I'm sure that scientifically it all evens out. But when discouragement sets in, the result can't be good.

Yesterday (Monday, my usual weigh in day) I dutifully got on the scale in the morning. After being stuck for two weeks, I was down .4 pound. (There's a decimal point in front of that four.) That annoyed me a little. Just the day before, the scale had shown a much greater loss, so I decided to try something.

Sundays are challenging -- I'm not home for a good portion of the day, getting my water in is difficult, and it is usually a rest day from working out. I try not to eat poorly, but if there's going to be a restaurant in my week, it's likely to be on Sunday afternoon. So my theory was that the number on the scale Monday mornings was just inflated a bit. Even after paying attention to food and exercise all week, the "formal" result could really be a downer, which I do not need.

So I recorded my Monday weight, and went on about my day. I had a workout Monday night, I drank all my water, and my calorie count was in the right range for the day.

This morning, I pretended it was my official weigh in. The result? Down 1.4 from Monday, 1.8 for the week.  Total so far: 14.3 pounds lost.

I don't think it's a fluke. I don't think I'll put that back on in the coming days. It maps with what I see during most weeks, that isn't usually reflected on Mondays.

Yes, I might totally be kidding myself. But if I manage to fool my brain long enough, great things can happen!

The daughter and I are running our 5K this Saturday. I posted my personal best time on a run last Friday - 2.5 miles in 29 minutes (then Endomondo died), and a total distance of 3.2 miles. Earlier last week I ran a full two miles without stopping - had never done that before. So of course the 2.5 miles was not only a decent time for me, but the longest non-stop distance run. Yay! Now we're having flooding, but my plan is to hit the 3 mile mark before Saturday.

I discovered my mental/physical wall. If I can get past 1.5 miles, my breathing levels out, my legs don't want to collapse on me, and I can keep going. When I stopped at 2.5 miles, it was more due to the music/Endomondo malfunction than any feeling that I was going to die.

My goal for the 5K is to finish under 40 minutes. Obviously I'm not setting any speed records, but I don't care. A year ago (3 months ago!) I would have totally laughed at the idea that I could really run the entire thing. Results to come.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Week 10 Scorecard

Hello, plateau.

I was really hoping to pass you up on this journey, but no, you just jumped right out there in front of the weight loss train, and here we sit.

If I'm being totally honest, it's probably not a plateau so much as a rest stop. I ate Chinese food on Saturday night. Chinese buffet. There's just no escaping payment for that. So if I'd behave myself, I would fly right by this number on the scale and get on down the road.

It's not just a numbers/physical plateau, though. I've been here enough times to know that this is the first of several known points where I just get tired of messing with it -- tired of cooking, planning, thinking about food. It's not always that I eat crap, but I take shortcuts that I know do not work. I spend a couple of weeks in this same place on the scale, and then either fight my way out of it, or give up completely.

Guess which way I'm planning to go?

And in that spirit, today I achieved a first: I ran a full two miles without stopping to walk at all. And I won't focus that I didn't get to go the full 3.2 mile route because every third house had just-mowed yards and I couldn't breathe anymore. So I made it 2.57, running 2.3 of that.

My countdown stays the same, but that's better than a gain. I'll take it, but next week better be a movement in the right direction! This is me kicking my own butt.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Week 9 scorecard

I'm late posting this. It was not an attempt to skip it completely, although the thought occurred to me. But that would just be cheating myself.

I gained 4/10ths of a pound. Takes my total loss to 12.5 pounds.

I know that isn't much, but it feels like a lot. So I wanted to get measurements done to see if I'd be encouraged by that. It's only been a month, so I wasn't at all sure what to expect. I know some of my clothes fit better, and I bought a couple of shirts that were a size smaller than I'd been wearing. Overall, not bad. Waist down 1/2 inch, hips down an inch, and a few other losses overall.

I keep reminding myself this is not a sprint, it's a marathon, and gains are inevitable. Less than 1/2 pound, especially considering the weekend I had, is nothing to be defeated by. I know all this.

But I'm at that stage/weight where my body fights really, really hard to hang onto every ounce. I've been at this weight so many times, and this is where it starts creeping back up. It's unbelievably frustrating, and I've got to fight to keep from giving up.

I also know I've been casual about planning and tracking my food for the last couple of weeks, and that's on me.

Time to regroup and pay attention to my food. The workouts have been good - and that has to continue. It's a new week. Let's go.