I went to a spin class this morning and had every intention of doing that and then running on the treadmil to fufill my couch to 5k training. I had to stop doing the spin class though because I have this weird sharp pain in the back of my ankle that I first noticed last Monday while attempting to run a little, and only notice while running and now spinning. (I didn't notice it on my bike yesterday because I don't stand on my bike like I do in spin class) I did 30 minutes of spin and then some of what I could remember from pilates mat class up at the island. It wasn't the same without the instructors soothing voice and hypnotic counting. I did do a fair amount though, at least I kept on sweating so I knew some part of me was still working.
That was my less than stellar workout for the day. Tomorrow I will go to pilates in the AM and then to see my grandma for the day. In the evening I'll go to my regular chiropractor. Hopefuly he will tell me the ankle is nothing serious. Then I'll come home and jump on the treadmil in our house. Did I mention that I managed to blow out a tire on the trip back here from the island? So if I want to go for a ride I'll have to stop at the bike store first. I don't need this!! I was hoping that my legs and my equipment would hold together long enough to get me through the triathlon. I feel like once things start falling apart it could all become a slippery slope. I am very worried.
On a more positive note, I went to the mall with one of my babes to get a gift for B, who is turning 40 this week. Happy Birthday B!! What a special birthday it is. Whew- after all that B went through this past year with all 3 surgeries. What a trooper, let me tell you people, if you ever get sick, get some tips from B, that woman can handle herself. We got B a little something, and then I stopped by a store to see if I could get something new to wear to B's party. The pants are size 14 (women's). Now, I know companies are making sizes bigger because we American's want to wear a smaller number no matter what we weigh, but, um, come on! I wore a size 14 when I weighed 50 pounds less than I do today, before I had kids. If I ever get my weight down that low again I might just wear a size 2!! HAHAHAHA. I can't wait. Well, I have to admit that these size 14's are very much the form fitting pants, so I will be using the knowledge that I will have to not only wear them but keep them closed at the waist for an entire evening on Friday, to motivate me into closing the door on this month long candy binge, during which I didn't gain as much weight as I feared (okay, time for honesty- I gained 10 pounds) but more clearly I gained than enough.
Goodbye carbs (again) (and hopefully belly fat). I am making an effort to be honest here no matter how I do. I haven't eaten a thing since trying on the painted on jeans. Tomorrow- hello protein, hello veggies.
OK - how many days straight were you good before the month-long candy binge? If you can go long enough being good, you will find that you feel like crap when you cheat. And probably that the candy doesn't taste as good as you remember.
Now that I have achieved making healthy eating a habit, my body certainly lets me know when I've eaten something bad. I wonder how I ate the way I did before.
Keep going! I'm still impressed with your progress!
Posted by: Kris | July 26, 2006 at 10:47 PM
Oh, by the way, my "habit" doesn't mean I have a perfect body by any means, or that I don't cheat. :)
Posted by: Kris | July 26, 2006 at 10:49 PM
Keep it up!! You've been going at this for so long, you can't turn back now. You'll do fabulous at the triathalon and you know it.
Posted by: ekd | July 27, 2006 at 02:15 PM