Positive Peer Pressure?

I went to one of my favorite killer workouts yesterday morning. 30 minutes of treadmill intervals followed by strength training and it kicked my ass.

I am continuing to push myself. We have levels 1-4 for our intervals and I’ve decided to use 3.5mph for level 1, 4mph for level 2, 4.5mph for level 3, and 5mph for level 4. I know this doesn’t sound like very fast to some people reading this, but they’re difficult speeds for me, and setting minimums will keep my consistent until I am ready to increase again.

M said I’m the only one holding her accountable for workouts. She’s doing well with her diet and is working with a nutritionist and encouraging me to come back to the program at work that I quit halfway through. I need to do something.

Anywho… since we’re trying to be accountabilibuddies I decided to do a 2 a day and workout with her a second time last night, we got a few miles in at Westgate. It’s starting to become one of my favorite parks. (If you can ignore the smell of weed wafting from some of the houses and cars in the area anyways. The smells are almost comical.)

I don’t know if it’s the cooler weather or the workout earlier but my thigh above my knee was tight and just didn’t want to let loose.

I just remind myself some runs are just going to be a slog, but it’s important to keep at it.

Oh dairy, why do you hate me so? (Weekly Recap)

The best laid plans of mice and men ironically go wrong when dairy is introduced. We all know what happens with mouse traps, but dairy has also knocked me off track this past week as well. My intention was to start posting a recap of my week on Mondays and a second general post on Thursdays.

Last week I did spin Monday, arms and core (weights) Tuesday, ran after work Wednesday, had a hard time fitting in workouts Thursday/Friday trying to make up time at work for a mammogram and then getting to said mammogram. My water intake followed that same pattern, crushed it Monday- Wednesday, started dropping off Thursday/ Friday, and then the cheese truck hit me.

My lactose intolerance is one of those things I’ll never understand. Not because I love it more than any other food on Earth, but because there are times I can eat it and be totally fine and other times I’ll be doubled over with cramps.

Giving up dairy was going to be one of my heavier goals for the year. I thought I would start out with some easier ones. Water intake, step count, more vegetables, exercise, then once I was feeling like I was making good progress, I’d tackle my phone habit and dairy problem.

Nate has guys come over for Poker every other Saturday, and enjoys making food for them. This weekend he decided to keep it lowkey with sloppy joes, cocktail weenies in barbecue, veggies and chips with dip. The texture of sloppy joes is weird for me. I had some cocktail weenies and cheese cubes. Later I had veggies and dip.

I’ve been a wreck since then. I’m scared to stray too far from the bathroom, I’m super bloated, my body feels weak, and my guts sound like chupacabra is in them and they ache. Needless to say, I’ve not been drinking enough water, or running the last couple days.

I feel like I should tackle my dairy problem earlier than intended but I’m not sure that I’m up for this challenge yet. I am going to continue my water goal, and add a step goal in. I will work towards hitting my Garmin suggested goal every day. I’m not going to lie- it’s currently closer to 7,000 than 10,000 steps, but it was nearly 5,000 last month due to inactivity on my part. I’ve been reading articles about how 10,000 steps is arbitrary and chosen because the Chinese character for 10,000 resembled the brand logo for the original pedometer. (I’m not trying to v discourage anyone from that goal, just saying it may not be appropriate or necessary for everyone.)

Week 1 thoughts

Week one of the new year is down. I heard that most people give up on their goals by the 2nd Friday, so I’ll be curious to see what sticks for me which will be here soon.
As mentioned in my previous post, my first goal is to drink 112oz of water a day.
1/1 – 16oz short
1/2 – made it
1/3 – made it
1/4 – not quite half
1/5 – made it.
I’ve also learned that I need to make more of an effort to drink the bulk of it in the daytime so that I’m not getting up every 15 minutes in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Weekends continue to be a struggle for me in the way of not sleeping 12 hours and drinking enough water. It is entirely too easy for me to get out of a routine, or into a bad routine?
I’ve gotten back to running in earnest. I’ve decided to focus on improving my Cap City time in the Spring and then focus on prepping for Big Bad Wolfe in the Fall. If I only focus on Big Bad Wolfe, there’s really no reason for me to run until April, and I prefer goals to work towards. They keep me motivated.

My 2019 Cap City time is ugly at 3:30:54, so definitely have room to improve.

New Year, Slightly Better Me?

New Year’s Eve has always been a depressing event for me. I could point to this thing or that thing that happened, but none of those things are really why. I don’t think I’d be wrong to say it’s a time of the year where we tend to be cooped up in the house, never seeing what little sunlight there is and making elaborate lies about how we’re going to wake up a sexier, smarter, kinder, and above all else thinner version of ourselves who remembers to take our vitamins, never forgets a name or birthday, and checks our teeth for spinach every time we have it which is all the time because we’re now a healthy person, right?!

(I have Tom Waits’ Step Right Up stuck in my head now.)

I have a tendency to do this to myself anyways. Occasionally I wonder if it’s my father’s bipolar sneaking in, or just mania from depression, but I can spend hours planning amazing rigorous workout routines with 4-5 runs a week plus strength training, yoga, and spin also taking up those same 5 days, and then find myself laid up with a cold after I destroy my immune system going from 0 to 60 in a week.

Since October, I’ve been in a funk and have run at most a few times a month so I’m itching to go weekend warrior myself into a sneezing, coughing mess.

Instead, I’m going to focus on one simple buildable goal for a couple weeks before adding a new one. My first one is to drink adequate water. Sexy, right? I do need to get back to the basics though.

All of this isn’t to say I won’t be making other healthy changes too. But I know myself. Instead of focusing on juggling 17 flaming knives, it helps to juggle one knife and a few oranges. Really focus on that knife, if the orange falls okay, no big deal as long as that knife stays up. I’ll swap out an orange for a knife over time and hopefully make some long term sustainable improvements.

Feel Good Friday?

I’ve gotten to that point in my life where I honestly can’t remember when I felt attractive last. It’s been years ago. I’m guessing this is fairly normal as our bodies age, work and life stress happen, and libidos go out to the woods to die.

Anyways, I decided to go to the salon to get my nails done. A treat-myself indulgent moment to feel a bit better. And traffic is a complete nightmare, I end up showing up late and the nail tech seems fairly annoyed as she butchers my cuticles and scrapes my finger with the Emery board, then applies the wrong color of dip polish. Okay, not a great experience, but I brush it off. Not a big deal. They look nice even if they are super Christmas colored for July. I pay her and go home, feeling more frustrated than picked up by the whole thing.

I go to work Monday and start browsing hairstyles on Pinterest. I find one I love.

I have went to a particular salon since I’ve been in Columbus, including to have my wedding hair done. They recently closed, so I’ve gone to their sister salon a few times. My experiences have been decent if not stellar. My hair looks nice even if the stylists look like they would rather not be there and the building is a bit run down.

I called to make an appointment at this sister salon and found out they’re also closed. Against my better judgment I call a 3rd salon (that took over the building of the one I liked to go to) and book an appointment. I say against my better judgement because I had a really bad experience there once- the stylist turned my hair a gray green color and another had to step in and fix it. They severely discounted it but it was still a lot of time and damage to my hair.

I show up for my appointment at 4:00, knowing that they close at 9- I had booked a hair cut, color, and eyebrow wax. I know this salon does more natural treatments so I don’t expect it to last as long, but I want to feel like a new woman even if it’s for 4 weeks until I can find a new salon. The girl mumbles at me asking what we’re doing. I tell her and show her a picture.

She looks at me like I sprouted a 2nd head. I tell her I understand my hair isn’t long enough to do a full stacked bob, but I’d like to start transitioning that direction. She says that the color would be ‘a lot of processing’ and stares at me. Umm… okay…. touching up highlights and adding streaks doesn’t seem like THAT big of a deal but she clearly doesn’t want to do it even though she has 5 hours and I’m willing to pay and tip my usual 30%

So I end up with a hair trim, no wax, and no color. When I get home, our bathroom is getting a new fan put in so I can’t even wash my hair or see what the trim looks like.

Today is Friday, I still feel pretty down in the dumps, and I’m still planning on finding a 4th salon to go to. If that doesn’t work I may end up bleaching my hair at home or shaving my head and joining a convent so wish me luck.