Instead of my 5k walk/run I spent 5 hours working in the yard. I took down a maple tree, about 8 inches in diameter and about 20 ft tall. I don’t have a chainsaw so it took a long time with my japanese garden saw and some big loppers. I left a pretty big stump that I will have to deal with tomorrow. That sounds very macho but really it wasn’t hard, just required some muscle. Which I don’t have much of, and what I do have is starting to hurt….lol
Yesterday I did my best time ever on a 5k walk/run. I am no where near doing the whole thing at a run, but I am getting better. I am trying to re-develop this habit I used to have of nightly outings. I have allowed Son #1 to take over the doggy chore for most of the last 6 months and I am regretting that now. And with the nike ipod thingy I am challenging myself to keep a good pace. Can’t fake the numbers now!
5km in the POURING rain. Well, ok, only the last 2 km. I shouldn’t have roamed so far from home under that unfriendly sky. When it finally started, I had no chance. But the endorphins still worked! I didn’t run tonight but I still kept a fairly good pace.
Now I am going to watch Stacy and Clinton, my Friday night treat, and try to get to bed fairly early. It has been a long long week.
I was feeling sad and lonesome yesterday and today, but yay to the power of exercise. Thank you endorphins. I just came back from 30 min walk/run and I feel happy again. Even though I felt very much out of sorts all day, I did NOT go for chocolate or anything super-sugary. Stuck to my mango-strawberry-banana-soy milk-protein powder smoothie for my treat. I am definitely not living the low-carb lifestyle, but that is ok. The scale is c-r-e-e-p-i-n-g lower. And I have stopped counting the days since Loverboy and I blew it.
Still haven’t admitted it out loud to anyone though, except myself in the shower.
I have decided that I am going to really pay attention to my activity level, and work more movement into my life. So today I walked to work, and then later this evening I took the dog to the track behind the closest high school. He ran, and so did I, for one round then power-walked at a very fast pace for the rest of the 30 minutes. I would have kept going but poor doggie was overheated and foaming at the mouth. Then, to my excitement some famous athlete’s voice came out of the infamous nike ipod thingy and told me I had set a personal record for a mile. I really like that little thingy.
I hurt. Even the tips of my fingers, so this will be a short note. Spent 8 hours yesterday and 7 hours today doing HEAVY gardening-type labour. Digging, hauling, planting, raking. Trimming the hedges. Then sweeping and tidying up. I am moving very very slowly.
But it looks so good. I put in 3 new borders, dug up the existing ones, and put in several trees and shrubs. My water bill will be big this month, but it will look so good. In a month or so I will post pics.
Time to sleep. Did I mention - ouch?
The universe must have known I needed a good day. If the scale is to be believed…I have lost 3 pounds this month. That is very acceptable. Double yay me!
I will be spending the weekend gardening. I have LOTS of plants to put in. When I finish it will be bee-yoo-ti-full!
Thanks for the kind words, y’all. I appreciate it very much.
Yay me. I walked 5.89 km tonight with a totally annoying dog. I don’t know WHAT got into him but he gave me a workout - lunging, trying to jump up on people….he was having a relapse to his bad old puppy days. I feel like I have whiplash!
He is usually a very well-behaved dog on walks now. Maybe it was the full moon.
On the plus side the animal set a fast pace for the walk! And, I have cut a deal to get my bike back from Son #1 so I can bike to work and do my errands that way rather than take the car. I’d better work in more activity because I am totally blowing the low-carb thing. Plus I feel so much better when I am active.
Off to bubble bath and then sleep. I am so looking forward to the weekend, I can hardly even think about it.
Feeling a little weepy and overwhelmed. Sorry. Day 10 since Loverboy ended things, admittedly with a big push from me. It was for the best, but each day has been a bit of a struggle. Ever read the book, “It’s Called a Breakup Because it is Broken?” Definitely has principles worth adopting when going through this particular life moment. Sigh.
Well, I am sad, and embarrassed at my own behaviour but I know that this is the right decision. I am dealing with my feelings each day, and I have not fallen into chocolate, or vodka, or allowed myself to indulge in a huge binge. I am back to walking and am well, not 100% where I want to be on the food thing but maybe 70%. So good. I am cleaning out my closets and getting ready for a yard sale in a couple of weeks and finally, seriously, thinking about my next life goal. In a way that will (I hope) actually lead to action, not whining. But, at the same time, being careful not to make any decision that arises from my heartache and not careful consideration.
My instinct is to throw the rest of my life into turmoil ( new job! new home! major shopping spree for new debt!) but I am not doing that. OK, I did buy 2 new pairs of shoes, about $80 worth of clothes and some very expensive shampoo. I can probably survive that. Oh, and a hundred dollars worth of plants for the yard. Considering past behaviour in similar circumstances I am being very restrained.
This weekend was all about family! Younger son’s university grad was on Sat, so my parents were visiting and we had a full weekend of festivities. Grad dinners, then of course Father’s Day brunch, and then my parents took some friends of theirs out for dinner and invited me along. (See the theme?) I did get a couple of hours of heavy landscaping work in yesterday afternoon while they were out shopping, but for the most part eating and planning the next meals have been the activity of choice for the last five days.
Ah well. As of this morning, back on the low carb thing, which for me means no sugar, flour, milk, salt, pasta or rice. And portion control.
Older son now has 2 jobs, (thank you higher power!) and that means I am back on the daily dog-walking routine, which is only good. I have become a lazy lump and I have to stop talking about changing things and start actually making changes!
Yay me. Just completed a 54minute walk, covering 5.07 km ( a little over 3 miles, I think). So not so fast, but it feels good. (oh, evil mind, even as I type this I am thinking ‘I should have tred to kick it up to 6km an hour minimum). Can’t even let myself enjoy the moment for a moment! There’s a lesson there….
