you moderationfail

My friend wants me to go out for all you can eat sushi Friday. She’s the sort of sushi-eater who orders enough for 2x as many people as are there, so I turned her down. Sorry dude, you moderationfail, and I don’t want to start my weekend off feeling like garbage.

ever changing work out routine

I started working compressed hours this week — meaning I work long days, but I get a long weekend every other week. Also, dragon boating season is over for me as I’ll be at my bff’s wedding during the next festival!

So, I need to re-work the training schedule…again. I am moving my weight training to lunch tuesdays and thursdays, and will do yoga at lunch wednesdays and every other friday. I am going to run 3 times a week, go to a spinning class, and row intervals. Just have to figure out when the shit to fit all this in. It is way harder for me to stick to my workout routines in the summer.

sometimes I don’t eat like a skinny person

The new breakfast / lunch thing is going well.

But, I nonetheless ate my weight in feelings yesterday. Found out my mom isn’t doing well and then took to mindlessly eating ALL NIGHT. It’s crazy, watching myself do that. So, I woke up two pounds heavier than yesterday. Sure, I will poo some of that out and am probably retaining water from the salt — still feels shitty though. That my first response is to eat. And yes I really did say I will poo some of that out. Because that is how I roll.

Going to be more cognizant of my food choices today. Need to be. I have been doing so well. This is the lightest I have been in a very long time.

rowing is effing difficult

I did 30 minutes on the rowing machine yesterday, including some intervals / pick-ups along the way.

Ouch.

My shoulders feel on fire and my hips are questioning my life choices. Particularly the life choice of trying to run after rowing. I was all like pft, 30 minutes of cardio is nothing. So, I lasted 15 minutes running, and then decided it was time to cool down, and did 10 minutes easy on a bike.

So stiff today. Just in time for Wednesday interval training. Oops.

messing with my foodtine (like routine, but food.) (you probably got that without the brackets.) (this post title is over-long.)

I am messing with my breakfast and lunch foodtine this week. Why? Why not! Actually, my current breakfast of Cheerios leaves me hungry about 47 minutes after breakfast, which kind of sucks. Like, I have a snack planned for after that — usually a banana and a yogurt, but it’s hard to hold out for that. It’s possible Cheerios aren’t that filling.

Anyway, this week I plan to…

Breakfast: have a fruit smoothie (1 cup vanilla soy milk + 1 cup frozen berries)  after gyming in the morning, followed up by 1/2 a whole grain bagel with light cream cheese when I get pekkish a couple of hours later.

Lunch: have a soup and hearty salad (i.e., with nuts) — but I am going to space out the soup and salad so I will basically be eating every few hours. I will have veggies and yogurt at the ready for snacks in the afternoon.

I’ll keep you posted on the success / lack thereof of this foodtine (measured in irritability, satiatedness, weight gain / loss)

hump day THIS: interval training made regular

I took a band of work colleagues out for their first interval training session last Wednesday. They were so sore I was still getting flack about it on Saturday. Which means I did a good job, I think.

I think I enjoy interval training with others. I usually do it by myself on the treadmill, but we did it outside on a path by the canal and used lamposts as targets. I think running  with other people (when doing intervals) makes me push myself harder than I otherwise would. And it feels pretty awesome to help someone realize how fast they can be.

We’ve decided to make this a regular thing, so my Wednesdays will no longer be hump day, and will now be interval training day. Or kick-the-asses-of-my-colleagues day. I think I need to work on the name.

not losing, not gaining

I am still holding strong at 158. Which is pretty exciting. It’s possible that if I ate less cookies I could make greater use of all the activities I do. But I do love cookies.

my third half-marathon

It’s been a few weeks since I ran my third half-marathon, but I thought I would tell you about it anyway.

Going into race day I was training pretty hard (although I tapered). I wanted to break 2 hours but doubted I would. Everyone around me told me I could despite about 87 percent of them not being runners.

Race day was pretty warm and windy. I couldn’t get into the coral I wanted because of the thousands of people everywhere, but I wasn’t too far behind. I ran in front of the 2 hour pace bunny till about 14km, when he passed me. That got me pretty down for about 2 km, until I pulled my shit together and picked up the pace again. I wasn’t going to break 2 hours, but I would get my personal best. Then, at 19 km the calf cramps started. I don’t know if I didn’t carb loas enough or if it was too hot for me and I ran out of the stuff that makes you not cramp up or what but that was unbelieveably painfil. I was in tears and making really horrible noises. And then I picked up the pace. I was almost done, and I was sure as fuck not quitting now. Every now and then one calf muscle or the other would cramp, and I would power through each time.

I shaved 2 minutes off my personal best, and was 7ish min away from breaking 2 hours. Afterwards, I had a celebratory breakfast for lunch by myself at a local cafe. Then got to see my best friend speak ata conference, AND go have beer on the patio. What an amazing day.