Don't look now, but I think I've figured out some of this high tech stuff
Tuesday night. Once again, didn't post yesterday or Sunday. I think I need to just get used to the fact that even my blog will be less than perfect and that's OK.
Sunday, I walked in the Carlsbad 5000 and managed to match my previous best time (from mid December) of 48 minutes, 2 seconds. I won't pretend that I wasn't a wee bit disappointed not to have bettered that time but at least I didn't go over it. It rained at the starting line and then got hot once the rain stopped so I really ought to be pleased with myself for sticking with it and putting together a pretty decent time. Didn't get much of anything done around the house (so what's new?) but I did get all of the laundry washed and put away. I'll get the place presentable before Mom gets here on Saturday, though, even if it means pulling an all-nighter on Friday. (OK, everyone who thinks I'll be up until midnight on Friday, raise your hands.)
Made the mistake of weighing myself this morning. I shouldn't have done it until Thursday morning but I just couldn't resist the siren's song. All of the vanity accumulated from last week's labors propelled me toward the scale and I was powerless to stop. (OK, that's not, strictly speaking, true, but I was really curious to see how I'm doing after having a pretty fabulous week.) What did I find, Intrepid Readers? A gain of half a pound. Bleah. Fortunately, it has not yet caused me to buy out the snack food racks at 7-11, as has happened in the past. I'm just taking it with a grain of salt and waiting for my real weigh in on Thursday to see if it's just a fluctuation. Realistically, there's just no way that I could be eating 1800 calories (or less) a day, doing 2 hours a week of toning/weight training plus 45 minutes of cardio five times a week and gain weight, so it's either hormonal or just water weight. Either way, I know that I'm doing what I need to do and I'm not going to stop because of the reading on the scale. Huh. You know, I think I might be growing up a little. This is a good sign. I need to remember this for my visit with Dr. Karen tomorrow.
Haven't heard from S today. I know that it shouldn't bother me, but it does. To paraphrase Rodgers and Hammerstein, I've grown accustomed to his messages. Little frowny wrinkles furrow my brow as I wonder what this lack of communication portends. In reality, of course, he's busy, he's at war, and he just didn't think about writing me today. End of story. Always remember, Denise, if you choose the way of the twentysomething male, you're going to have to put up with a lot of aggro when he doesn't do things that he "ought" to. Warning duly noted.
Yesterday, Cameron tasked me with formulating some goals and bringing them to our session on Friday. Since I am not even at the baby steps stage of social development, I've decided to go with the infinitely easier fitness goals. I want to:
- be a size 20 by Memorial Day (roughly 16 pounds away)
- be able to run 30 minutes straight by the 4th of July
- be running 20 miles each week AND be halfway to my goal weight by September 7th (when I start my 6 month training program for the LA Marathon)
I don't know if Cameron will buy off on these goals or not but I'm willing to commit to them and that's the important thing. As I said to Cameron on Monday, I know that I can do that marathon, it's just a matter of putting in the miles, and I want this!!!
Alrighty, I'm off to figure out how to get a site traffic counter installed here and then I'm off to bed. (Well, I might put in some metatags, too. I understand they will increase traffic to my site and I'm foolishly starting to think I'm ready for a larger viewing audience.)