Current Happenings

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Bwaaaaa...

My knees are sore. I was feeling pretty good yesterday afternoon, but as the evening wore on, I started noticing more pain. I'm not sure if I am going to take a little Tylenol and keep going, or if I am going to change things up and do something different. Whatever I'm doing, I had better hurry up and figure it out before I have to leave. *yawn*

I'm leaning toward sucking it up and jogging again, maybe just keeping it at the slowest lope that I can manage. If I can't do it, and I'm in too much discomfort, there is always the elliptical to get my heart pumping fast.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Run #1

I am SO slow. *laughs* It's a big frustrating for me that other people walk as fast as I jog. I guess the only option is just to get better, if I want to stop feeling sheepish about it.

I went to the manly gym this morning, because they have sturdier treadmills, and it is closer to my house. Ok, it's not like I'm afraid the treadmill is going to break, but there is something to be said for not feeling it shake under me. Nothing makes this big girl feel even bigger like the feeling that the treadmill under my feet might give up the good fight, and it would be all my fault. :o )

Let me get these numbers up here, before I chicken out.
1 mile- 13:27 minutes
20 minute mark- 1.56 miles
Average pace: 4.7 mph

I could have run the first mile a bit faster I think, probably around 11:30 to 12 minutes. However, I knew that I wanted to survive the whole 20 minutes, so I tried to keep a steady 5 mph jog. There became a point though, where I just had to walk for a few minutes. I haven't run in such a long time, way back when I hurt my foot. It feels like my body has just forgotten how to do it. At first, my breathing was alright, and I felt like I was going strong. Then, my tender lungs started to ache a bit, and that began to take my head right out of things. I started coughing a little bit, and then there was no choice but to walk a while.

When I felt like I had gotten a handle on my breathing again, I bumped up the speed. Even though I was tired and huffing and puffing, I put the speed up to 6.5 mph for the last minute. I had thought to try that for 2 minutes, and I'm glad that I didn't. As it is, I barely made it for that one minute before my lung function started to affect my head. As I hit the stop button, I thought it would be a very good idea to sit down for a minute. So, I had to grab some wall and crouch for a few seconds while I caught my breath. I put my numbers into my cell phone, and by the time I was done, I felt able to get the sterilization spray and paper towel to clean the machine down with.

It feels good to have done something. It feels good to know that I pushed myself. It just doesn't feel good to see how little it took to make me feel bad. I know that I will get better over time, particularly after I start truly feeling well again. That is what I'm trying to focus on.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Back To The Treadmill

Well, I think that I'm feeling well enough now that I can get my rear end back to the gym. I'm still coughing a bit, but it's not too bad. I want to start working on my running stamina, so I'll be spending more time on the treadmill for a while.

For this week, I'm going to focus mainly on running, with a side of weight training. My plan is to keep up a light weight training schedule that focuses on large muscles. I need to give my abs a break, but I don't want to turn into complete mush either. So, I'm going to just do enough so that I don't look like Jello. Running feels great, but it still isn't pretty to have more slender arms that still flop around like big arms. *laughs*

I'm not a great runner. Really, I've never been real great on the run. I move forward, but not with any real measure of grace- and that is probably why I'm not very fast. I read that being quick is a matter of efficiency, and that's where I suck. For as much as I stink at it, I do like running. It helps me to feel like I'm accomplishing *something*.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Blobs and Vanilla Wafers

Yesterday was a pretty good day. I wasn't feeling too 'food crazy', and I stayed active all day. My caloric intake for the day was 1,547 calories, thanks to some vanilla wafers that jumped me before bed. *chuckles* Ok, that was my fault. I stayed up past my bedtime, watching a movie. I just wanted a little something to nibble on, so I didn't feel like I had an empty pit for a stomach. Next time, I should grab a cheese stick or something. On the plus side though, I'm not going to eat a whole box of cookies in my sleep, so at least the treat stops with one serving.

It was nice to get on the erg and row for a little while. After my 20 minutes were up, I probably could have gone for longer, but my lungs were feeling very tender after all of that cold air. Yeah, I just LOVE influenza. Bleck. At least I was able to breathe reasonably well and still move. It felt real good.

My husband wanted something simple for dinner, so we had egg salad sandwiches with pretzels. What I liked best about dinner was that I didn't have to spend a lot of time in the kitchen, and paper plates. I used my cute little egg slicer for the first time, and I think it's groovy. It made everything much faster to throw together.

Oo! Ooo! We got to try out our new toaster last night! We've had the same beaten down toaster since we got married, but Mike talked me into getting a new one, because he said that some elements had melted together. Of course, he complained about the one that I picked, because it is black and silver. I called him while I was at the store, and specifically asked him if he had a preference on the color. *laughs* He only cares after I buy something, apparently. Anyway, it is quite wonderful in it's ability to toast nearly anything. Mike was actually laughing and carrying on about how beautifully even the toasting was. Hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.

Today is going to be a much more relaxed day. Frankly, I'm tired. Sometimes being a woman is just a wearying thing, and that time just happens to be now. *grins* So, I didn't hit the gym, or any such thing like that today. Instead, I've come back home to take care of my animals, and be kind to myself. I'm halfway through a cup of coffee, and I'll finish it while reading a book. Then, I am going to take myself a nap. Ha! Sorry, it makes me want to laugh, just thinking about the luxury of sleeping when I want to. Sometimes I think that this waking up at 5 a.m. and going to bed at midnight is going to turn me into an unrecognizable goo. Maybe even Bob. You know, it's because THAT is so attractive. lol

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

A Walk In The Park

Ok, it was a very COLD walk in the park. *laughs* After dropping my daughter off at school, I drove a little further down the road to the pretty little park. It is a circular park, and there is always someone out there walking a dog or rollerblading.

This morning, I decided to walk around the mile long loop of the park. I had thought that maybe I would get in a couple of miles, but the bitter cold air coming off the river was just too much for my tender lungs and sinus tissues. So, while I didn't walk very far, it was much more enjoyable thank walking on a treadmill. I'm not sure that shivering from cold and having frozen muscles does a whole lot to improve one's fitness, so I plan on rowing on my ergometer for a little while later.

My craziness that I noted yesterday is still actively weird. I'm feeling more "normal" right now, and when I stepped on the scale this morning, it showed a substantial drop. At least it is good to know that I'm not continuing to swell up like an overfilled water balloon. I don't usually step on the scale so often, but I would like to know what is going on with me over the next few days. It's a curiosity thing. When I'm feeling weird, it helps to add the numbers to my log, just to see the pattern of goofiness with my body. Over time, it helps me to keep a level head and not get freaked out if I see a sudden jump on the scale.

Well, it's time to get my behind out of this chair so I can go and do something productive. Have a great day!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Well, It's a Gain

I remember saying, just a day or two ago that I was looking forward to a loss the next time that I stepped on the scale. But, out of the blue, I've been gifted with a 1.5 lb. gain for no explainable reason.

My body is being weird right now. My period isn't due until next week, but I've been crampy and feeling uncomfortable. Yesterday, I was singing along with a song on the radio, and just spontaneously burst into tears. I'm not talking about damp eyelashes either. I'm talking about rivers running down my face, all for no good reason. Then of course, there was the grouchiness with my husband and child, also for no good reason. I'm not normally this funky, and certainly not this far out. It makes me wonder if my timing is just goofed up. All I DO know is that I'm craving sugar like mad.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Liftin' In The Basement

Hey, I managed to talk my husband into spotting me tonight! I was cleaning and organizing our weights, and decided that I wanted to get my muscles moving a bit. I'm just tired of doing nothing.

Before I started with the weights, I walked up and down my basement stairs 25 times. It's amazing, how difficult that is with reduced lung function. I was huffing and puffing, and sweating my myself silly over those 275 stairs. Yeah, there is something to be said for doing this stuff while well.

The little bit of weight lifting seemed much easier, since my breathing wasn't as labored. Since I needed DH to watch over me, I twisted his arm a little bit and got him to exercise just a little bit with me. I wish that he was happier to exercise with me. It's hard to always be doing everything by myself.

Like I Really Need TWO Lungs...

Ha! *cough, cough*

I'm really enjoying how refreshed I feel after a nice, long shower and some cinnamon flavored toothpaste.

This has been a really awkward week, with sickness running through the household. Only the boys have been feeling well, and eating normally. Of course, with me not feeling so well, things have fallen all apart in the kitchen. It has been convenience food to the extreme. My sister made some fish sticks with mac & cheese last night. So, I've been expecting to see some pretty crazy things with the scale. I stepped on it today though, and it wasn't so bad. I'm actually down from my last weigh-in weight, if only by a little bit.

Judging by the intensity of my hacking cough, I think that I should be able to get back in the gym by the middle of the week, or maybe the end of it. I'll just take it slowly and try some movement, more than walking from the recliner in the living room to my bed. lol

Friday, November 6, 2009

Flu Hurts

Well, after nursing my sick child for days, I now have the flu also. Blah. At least it seems to be mild right now. My lungs ache real bad, and my body hurts in ways that I didn't think were really possible. I feel like maybe Jillian Michaels came over and whooped my donkey while I was sleeping, and all that is left is the pain to give it away. I can't even close my hands all the way. I should at least have some gorgeous muscles, in order to experience so much stiffness and discomfort.

I'm pretty disappointed, because I knew that I had to take a week away from the gym to let my abdomen 'rest'. I had pulled the muscle a bit while exercising, and the last thing that I want is to tear that open again. It really sucked to do it the first time! So, now that my belly feel well enough to get back in the gym, I'm sick. It's a mite frustrating. I feel like I'm going to turn to Jello before I can get my behind back in the gym. The only real positive thing is that it's giving my tattoo some time to heal, so hopefully I can get back in the pool by the time that I feel better.

So long as I can breathe alright, and my lungs don't try to pop out of my chest, I think that I will try hiking the basement stairs a little bit today. I'm going to do it slowly and carefully, and some of it is even necessary. lol I need to wash my daughter's clothes, as her hamper has been neglected and is now trying to take over her room. I just want to spend a few minutes getting my largest muscles doing some activity. I'm also going to continue with the deep-breathing exercises that I began last night. Hopefully it will help me to oxygenate my blood as much as possible.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

I fell into a burning... bag of candy. It went down, down, down....

Man, I have had a bad couple of days. It really has nothing to do with Halloween, and everything to do with being stressed and not getting good sleep. Put those two things together, and I go carb crazy.

My 8 year old daughter has the flu right now, and I've spent the past couple of days doing serious battle with her fever. I've had to take her temperature every hour or two, and alternate medications to keep it even a low-grade fever. So, even with medicine, I'm just working to keep her around 101* or so. Add in the nasty cough, congestion, headache, and body aches, and I've got my hands full in trying to keep her comfortable.

I ate a bunch of candy yesterday, which is a big no-no. There was a candy bag sitting on the table next to me, and Pumpkin asked me if she could have a small sucker. Since it seemed like it would help her salivate and sooth her throat, I gave her one. I also gave myself one. From that point on, I might as well have just tied the bag onto my face, like I were a carriage horse. I sat in my chair, with my daughter curled up in my lap, and I nibbled on little sugary treats (dum-dums, Skittles, Laffy Taffy, etc.) while we watched a movie.

Then, of course, I popped on here to see how everyone else is doing, and I realized that I had completely missed my weigh-in. Gwar. I guess I'll just wait until the next one is due, and post then. If I don't get my act together though, it won't be any better than what I'd have now, with my bloated sugar-crazy self. Nasty.

Alrighty, I'm done beating myself up for today. lol I have to go and make some lunch for Pumpkin. Hopefully she will be able to eat. If not, I guess I'll have to make her another "milkshake".