Diary

  
I got home from work last night and was just,  plain antsy.  I was planning to do a ‘leg day’, but since I’ve never researched or done a ‘leg day’, I had no idea what one should look like.  Mostly I just knew it sounded official, and saying in my head all day that I was going to do a ‘leg day’ when I got home really made me feel like I was going to get it done.  I got dressed in my workout gear, put my shoes on and headed downstairs where I proceeded to stretch and stretch and streeeeeetchhhhhh and then jog aimlessly around my couch until I threw my hands up in the air, looked at Bradley and announced that I had no idea what I was going to do.  Leg day, suddenly, was elusive.  I decided to google a few Zumba routines when Bradley suggested I go meet Gigi who was on her way back from a friends house!  I zipped out the door to find her a mere 20 or so paces from our door, but we ran to one another anyhow, hugged, and then she asked me if I might like to go for a run with her.  

SHE asked ME to go for a run!!!!  Long ago, I admitted that my secret sub-mission of running was to build a running relationship with my daughter, one that is smoothed over by familiar tempos and muscle motion.  One that will hopefully be the salve that calms our tempers and brings us back together when she returns home from college or for Christmas when she’s all grown and married, herself.  I want running to be our touchstone.  Our secret place.  And yesterday was the first time she sought it from me.  Mission accomplished.  Now to keep it, to nurture this marvelous thing that has begun between she and me, so we can savor it for years to come.  

 Today I planned another ‘leg day’ and the same thing happened.  Got home, got dressed, and realized I had no idea what to do, again.  So, I spent 30 minutes on Pinterest exploring different workout menus.  After all that was done, I felt like I had worked out, so I took off my workout gear, sloughed my sneakers and put on my leggings.  Yawn…  But, I think, at last, I have a direction to go in and something to try!

  
I actually made it to Zumba this morning!  After my photographic discovery yesterday about what Zumba does for my core I was pretty anxious to get back in the gym to continue the trend!  I rallied that fam at 8:30 to get in the car and drop me off at the 24 Hour Fitness that is near my house, different from my usual one.  I decided to just give it a whirl, even though I’m always a little nervous they won’t let me in because I have the wrong kind of membership or something…  But the Totem Lake 24 Hour Fitness is pretty nice and I got in without a hitch!  It’s a lot bigger with more equipment than the one that I usually go to, and it inspires me to do some weight training with all of that stuff just hanging out there…  But I think I should take up the offer for the free training session that came with my membership before I get into all of that.  I’ve seen ‘that guy’ at the gym misusing weights and I don’t want to be him.  😉

The class itself was great.  It was obviously a very well established group of older-than-me people who clearly knew one another well- there was a lot of greeting and hugging going on.  But what I liked was that they also said hi to me and the other people around me.  I didn’t feel isolated or or like an interloper or anything, so that was nice.  The instructor was pretty fun and energetic.  I could follow along with most everything and was literally dripping sweat for the hour.  I was disappointed to learn that this instructor doesn’t usually teach the Sunday morning class, so I’ll have to go again soon to see what the regular person is like.  After the class, the other people were really sweet, giving me thumbs up and complimenting how well I did.  It was a little like being a kid or something in that crowd, but since I’m rarely infantilized as the Amazon woman that I am, I just went with it, thanked them and then jumped on the treadmill for 15 a minute run while I waited for Bradley to return to fetch me.  It was is of those proud days- I got a good workout and 10,000 steps in all before lunch, AND got reinforcing weigh in that I’m on the right track and making smart choices.  Yeah!  197!  Again!  

  
I’ve been sitting on the couch for about an hour now with my iPad on my lap and a million ideas galloping around in my head about what to write about, but I keep not writing!  Ha!  I at least need to write about our run today.  My goal was seven miles, in prep for my half marathon, but it just started feeling like I was running forever and ever.  I realized that it’s not so much the running that’s a challenge, it’s the boredom and monotony of running that gets to me after a while.  I feel awesome and powerful after I finish, but the duration can be killer.  I may not be worth more than six miles…  But then again, that’s fear talking me out of trying and going for it.  I suppose that’s what’s good about having signed up for the half marathon: it’s do or die time and come October 11th I have no choice.  I’ll be running 13.1 miles!  Or at least I’ll be ambulating in some capacity over 13.1 miles.  I would love to run the whole thing, and I’m definitely going to try, but I’m allowing myself the forgiveness to walk parts if that’s what my body needs to do.

 
The story behind these pictures is that I bought that shirt when I first started working out on the hard core.  It was my effort toward that rule I have of looking the part and buying the gear to go with the exercise.  I’ve only worn the shirt a handful of times because I hated the way my belly poked out, but every once in a while it made its way to the track.  Last fall I remembered the ‘before’ picture from this set that I had at my disposal, so I put the shirt on, snapped some pictures and made a side-by-side comparison with the intent of sharing it on my website, but I was shocked to see that it looked hardly different at all!  The bust and shoulders fit different, but the belly was still sticking out there like the prow of a ship.  I thought I had changed more than that…  I quietly tucked the picture away and didn’t think about it until today.  After being so disappointed the last time I put it on, I actually pulled it out today intent on donating the disappointing relic, but I decided to put it on one last time.  I was shocked.  LOOK AT WHAT ZUMBA DID.  Zumba gave me a waist and finally toned up that belly a bit!  I know ‘they’ say that you can’t work out a target area, but you sure can lose a little bit of fat (about 12 pounds) while also toning the muscle under it and make a huge difference in your womanly curves over five months!  Hello, hourglass!  I feel so proud, looking at these pictures.  I never expected this.  I’m literally moved to tears tonight at my own story, as self involved and ridiculous as that is.  31 year old, 340 pound me wished and hoped that I could do this, but I never actually dreamed I would.  I’m so grateful to myself for the hard decisions I made, the dedication I’ve put in and the amazing life I get to lead because of it.  Who knew?  Certainly not me.

Which brings me, lastly, to skinnymeg.  This is not me.  This is is skinnymeg, AKA Megan from skinnymeg.com.  I’ve talked about her before, but over this weekend things got very real for Megan and me.  She posted this picture (legs n booty) to her Instagram in recognition of her 1 year anniversary of her commitment to building muscle, and look at her.  Simply amaaaaaazing.  And then after I got all obsessive on her and started digging deep into her blog I found this:

  
And I was all like, wow.  That top planking one is like my twin with all the sagging skin.  The bottom is her now, after she started weight training.  So I’m a little more interested…  A little more inspired by this woman.  A mom.  A boutique owner and decorator of the home I would like to inhabit exactly as it is… 

And then I saw this stomach picture and decided that whatever she’s doing in the gym is exactly what I need to be doing.  Because, damn.  Know what?  I kinda want that and I kinda think I might be able to do it.  At least I want to try.  We will see.  Megan eats pretty clean and spends a lot of time lifting.  I’m not sure I have her level of dedication, but at the eve of 42 it’s kind of go time if I want to give it a try.  I did the orange shirt, maybe I can do this too.

🙂

I’m going to Zumba tomorrow morning at 9:00 at a gym I’ve never gone to!  Kinda excited!!!

I just looked at the next six weeks and was shocked at what I saw:

• Beat the Blerch 10K, tomorrow, September 13
• Celebrate Schools 5K, October 3
• Base2Space Space Needle Climb, October 3
• Snohomish River Run Half Marathon, October 11

Unbelievable.  I find myself more excited about these races than I have been about many other things in my life that are way less painful.  I’m more excited about the races than I am about my birthday.  That’s saying something.  I’m as excited about racing as I was about the New Kids concert.  BUT, I’m so excited for the Blerch 10K tomorrow.  Bradley drove down to pick up my packet on Thursday.  He got there right as they opened and was 3rd or 4th in line to get my book signed.  Bradley handed off his own comic, about the sad state of arts in education, to Matthew and gave a brief appeal to him directly, asking him if he could throw his weight or influence behind the cause as well.  He said Matthew was lovely and really seemed to spend time with the comic he handed to him before moving onto the next person in line.  I was super proud of Bradley for advocating, so thankful that he went and got my book signed and I was so excited to get my packet/tech shirt that I ripped my work dress off as soon as I got home to try on my shirt and took a selfie all gangsta style in the mirror…  Neglecting to realize that I had my Lucky Charms on display.  😉 Ah well.  I’ll take lots of pictures tomorrow at the race and I’ll give my review of the race as well.  I’m excited to see all the blerches in attendance.  I’m super glad I’m going this year, as Bradley overheard the race organizer and Matthew Inman remarking that they would like to have it in Colorado next year instead of Washington…

And that half marathon?  This is the one that I wanted to try out last year for my birthday.  My friend, Jessica, from work happened to mention that she was considering it on Facebook to me so I just jumped.  I’ve realized its all fear that’s just talking me out of trying it out.  The worst think that might happen is that I end up walking some of it, and that is not a big problem at all.  My plan is just to add a mile per week to my long run until the weekend of the race.  By the time race day is here, I shouldn’t have a real issue with making it…  Fingers crossed!

  
Do you see that?  I’m just about under 200 again!  I quite like this weight.  I think 200 and under, so far,  feels and looks best  on me.  😉

I’m just so inspired to get going lately.  Don’t get me wrong- summer was great and all- but right before summer ended I started getting antsy.  One day I turned to Bradley and remarked that two months is about how long it takes to recover from working through the year.  When September rolls around and the eight weeks has passed, it’s time to get going again!  My skin starts to crawl with the need to make and do!  I often wonder what I would make and do were I not a teacher.  This year, if I wasn’t in the classroom, I would be making huge paper sculptures out of cardboard, screws and a glue gun or I’d be writing a book.  Or both.  I found myself looking longingly at the things I don’t have hours upon hours to ponder, make and consider over the summer, knowing I don’t have the months it takes to do some of those fantastic things.  This year I redirected the energy into the next school year that lurked in the shadows, ready to spring out, full force in September, by making stuff for my classroom and prepping materials for my students.  This year’s kids totally deserved those summer hours, too.  29 kids in class, yes, but the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful group of 29 kids I’ve ever met.  Each class of kids has a personality to it that sort of defines them, and this one is just sweet.  It’s going to be a fantastic year.

But now that school’s begun, I just can’t get all these races off my mind.  I’m already looking for zombie runs, turkey trots and jingle dashes!  It’s the season to run my butt off, enjoy the somewhat cooler weather, the crispy leaves, the brisk sunshine and a very happy fall!  

   
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I’m like this about miles- just two more miles, four half miles, that’s just 4-6 minutes four times!  Eight quarter miles!  That’s just one side of our block!  Easy!  I do that in my sleep!  And on and on and on and on…

  
I don’t think a single run passes without me marveling to myself that I can do this.  Usually, toward the end of a run, I’ll turn to Bradley and remark that it’s so amazing that I can just do this, now.  Like, I trust that I can just go out and run a few miles, even if I haven’t been training for a little while.  I remember when I first started this project, my friend Hannah was so casual about training for a 5K.  I asked her how long she would need to train and how far she could run in her present state of having just given birth…  And her answer astounded me that she would just go do it.  No training necessary.  She had a relationship with and an understanding of how her body worked, what was difficult and what she was truly capable of.  She knew what I’ve only recently learned: our bodies are capable of a lot- often more than we give them credit for.

So, yeah.  I thought I could run five miles today and I doggedly chased that goal until I did.  That’s why my trail is all windy and weird; it was a wander-run.  Along the way, I tangled with an obnoxious eight-year-old who was determined to make me feel slow.  Seriously, I would be coming around the bend at the track and he kept meeting me at various points on the track to snicker and then dash ahead while his dad stood on the outside of the track, ineffectually yelling every once in a while, with their relentlessly barking dog.  The kid wasn’t a greyhound, I’m no rabbit, and I certainly didn’t need to be nice Mrs. L, the second grade teacher, so I busted off the track and back into my neighborhood where I proceeded to call my neighbors by the wrong names…  

It was a weird run, to say the least, but I absolutely feel better and totally prepared for next week’s Beat the Blerch six mile run.  I ordered a copy of Inmann’s book about running and I hope Bradley can get it signed when he picks up my packet on Thursday!  🙂

All this six miler stuff is making me want to amp up the distance again.  Running at the pacing like I did today never makes me feel completely worn out anymore and I feel like I could go for a loooong time.  Do they do 15k’s?  Is that a thing? Because if I could get there, I’d definitely be inching toward something like a half marathon!

Oh.  And, no.  It’s not a Halloween thing, just a Saturday thing and I thought Gigi was so clever in her brother’s clothes on a random Saturday night!  And the other is of me after the run.  I am out of practice and keep forgetting to take my selfies while I’m running anymore.  I’ll get there…

 
Next weekend is the Beat the Blerch 10K, brought to us by Matthew Innman of The Oatmeal fame. If you’re are unaware, he is a writer and artist who is irreverent, cynical, honest and funny. He also happens to be a runner who documented his feelings about running in a comic called The Terrible and Wonderful Reasons I Run Long Distances. It’s hilarious and honest in a way that I connected to and I’ve been a fan of his comics before even that one came out, so of course I’m participating in the run.

Except… I’ve been freaking out about it. Like, FREAKING OUT. I hurt my back with the move and ever since then I’ve been fairly inactive. My focus was to just be still and hopefully, given time, my back would heal. But it just keeps on feeling the same, like a white-hot knife is being pushed into my back next to my shoulder blade. It mostly happens in the morning, and I’ve learned now that if I put ice on it first thing that it feels better for most of the day. But even with that, I’ve been trying to avoid hurting myself further by being still. I couldn’t wait any longer, though. Like I said, I’ve been freaking out! Intellectually, I know I’m going to be fine To run six miles. In fact, I’m certain that I could pull off the half marathon. It might not be pretty, but I think I could do it. But my inner fat girl is flipping out that I’ve been behind on my consistent cardio and I’ve been really worried that I won’t be able to make it the entire 6.2 miles at the Beat the Blerch race! I was worried about a serious backslide just moments before the race I’ve been looking forward to more than any other!!!  

Last week I tried to counter those feelings by getting on the treadmill a few times. I wasn’t able to sustain longer than 15 or 20 minute period of time however because I had too much going on, dinner to make, lunches to pack, first days of school to listen to. Today I was determined to get a real run in come hell or high water. Imagine my terror when I woke up, then, to the most intense back pain that I’ve experienced since I started dealing with this injury. I was instantly Oscar the Grouch and Senator Sensitivity with an Eeyore cloud following me around raining on my parade. I literally cried because I’m sick of this and being unable to support my goal with exercise! I laid in bed, grousing, complaining, picking fights and being altogether bratty and difficult when all of the sudden the pain went away. Immediately I hopped out of bed, rallied Bradley, changed into my running gear and off we went!

Isn’t it funny how a good run can totally change your attitude while also giving you a clear vision of how awful your behavior was that morning?? We ran 3.3 miles. I took it as slow as possible, but when you look at my splits, I wasn’t the worst for speed. I don’t mind slow miles, but I do like to keep them under 13 minutes (that one 13 minute mile there had some stops, untied shoelaces and neighbor visit). On the final leg of my run today I just felt joy. I love being able to run and move and exercise and experience the world! I’m so excited for next week’s Beat the Blerch!!! I’ve decided that indeed, I may just eat a cupcake, Nutella sandwich AND some purple drink! (Don’t know what that means? Seriously! Go read the comic– all four parts!)

Tomorrow we are going to run to St. Edward park and back. It’s a 5.3 round trip with some decent elevation and fun things to see. I’m excited to realize that even with a sore back, I might still be able to run. I probably can’t put my Zumba shoes on just yet, but running? Woooohoooooo! And I just LOVE running in the fall weather!!! Squeee!

  
And yesterday I got my annual haircut and color. I used this groupon and had a fantastic cut from Emily! Soooo happy! She cut all the nasty, dead stuff off and my hair is still long. I’m amazed. LOVE❤️

And if you’re interested in supporting my Base2Space climb, here is the link!

There are a few times of year that are kind of fresh start times to me. The first is in January, of course. I’m a big one for making goals, both long term and minute by minute, so the fresh start of a New Year’s resolution never hurts. A few months later, right around Spring Break, I usually count the weeks until summer break and realize that’s how much time I have until I’m at home and really struggle so I’d better get some solid habits under my belt before it starts. The last time when I get things into gear is right now. While I don’t think that the onset of the school year is a great time to make weightloss goals, I know that this time if year is fantastic because I get so distracted that it’s really easy to dial my calories back without too much effort while I also focus on maintaining my exercise regiment so I usually end up losing between 7-15 pounds. I’m planning to capitalize on that, for sure! I know I have a tendency to do this often, but Im going to do a quick breakdown of how I got rolling on and what tools I use during my my body project, where I’ve ultimately dropped around 150 pounds… (depending on when I hop on the scale, of course!)

  

Regarding supplements and crutches:
I always think it’s interesting when people who sell weightloss supplements find out I’m losing a pile of weight. First they get excited and tell me about their product, then I tell them how much I’ve lost… While I’m sure dietary supplements like Spark, Shakeology, pills, hormones, vitamins or drops are great for some people, I just don’t want to become reliant on a system where I need to purchase a product to support my weightloss, muscle build, energy level or weight maintenance for the rest of my life. I want to lose my weight, support my activity, build muscle tone, hydrate and everything else just by using the natural, unprocessed, healthy foods around me.  

That said, I’m also a pretty big supporter of crutches. I understand how sometimes getting started and not seeing numbers shift in the first month can be disheartening and one might need that big, flashy number of five pounds right away to build momentum and move forward. My crutches when I first started were diet sodas and sugar free chocolates from Russel Stover (just watch out for the EXPLOSIVE and LOUD gas that comes with those crazy things). I neeeeeeeeded daily chocolate, still, at that time and felt like my rumbling duvet all night and musical behind were a small price to pay to get the proverbial ball rolling. Diet soda was a years-long crutch that I just got off of last year. I know someone who is doing the HCG diet right now for the summer and is weaning himself off in September. I know people who have had gastric bypass. Do what works for you, just be safe and remember you have the power and determination to step away from the crutches once you get rolling. Even the gastric bypass is just a crutch. Everyone I know who has done it say that it’s a lot of work and is no quick fix! but it did kick them all into high gear.

  
Regarding pacing:

My first and most important bit of advice: Do what works for YOU.  Are you sensing a theme?

Years and years ago, I adopted the policy that simply not gaining weight was progress. I had to start small because I was so, incredibly out of control with my diet (of donuts, pizza and strawberry soda), activity level (of short, slow walks 2-4 times a week), and weight (a rapidly ballooning 340 pounds). I was 31, stuck and simply needed to stop the freight train from barreling my life down. After I got that under control, I started my slowest diet in the world of losing 1-2 pounds a month, and did that for a few years as well. It wasn’t until I was 39 and on the Eve of my 40th birthday that I really got sick of it and got pretty serious.

My point here is that while I wanted the fat gone fast, it was unrealistic to think that I would be able to battle this demon in a shorter period of time. I was mired into being a fat girl. My identity was so closely tied to being heavy that it was terrifying to think of shedding that part of myself, even though I hated it. It’s funny how something you consider so abhorrent (for it’s limitations on my life) can also offer great comfort and familiarity to the degree that you’ll live with it rather than do the work of figuring out a new, cleaner, more comfortable life.

I lost weight so slowly that it took years for people to figure out what I was doing. I got to try it out, risk free, without judgement, and when I felt strong in my habits and believed in myself, then I was able to really get going and bray it to the world.

You get to set your pace. You get to do it the way you want. You can choose your own goals and ignore what other people think you should do. This is your life and your project. It is in your control and is under your power. You set the rules. Ignore everyone else, believe in your own power, your own determination, your own intuition and make your own plan. You know what you can do and are capable of. Start there.

Do what works for you.

  
Regarding Exercise

Just like everything else, I started slow with exercise, too. If you read here with any regularity, you know that thirty seconds of running was an accomplishment for me. You know that I started working out, intent on just taking a walk to chat with husband a little every day. As with everything else, it was baby steps. Failure was so terrifying, even to just myself, that I needed to do everything that I could do to be successful. On TV weightloss shows, they often ask the contestants what their big dream is for activity. Some want to run a marathon, some want to do a backflip, some want to zip line- whatever. There’s always something. I always wanted to be half of one of those couples that jogs around the neighborhood together. Like, that signified a good, solid relationship with both fitness and my husband to me. I also have always thought running is really hard. I respect the endurance, tenacity and drive that it takes to be a runner, and it’s well documented that I harbor fantasies of being a half or full marathoner. I’ve wanted to be a hiker all of my life. I wanted to see the gorgeous mountains, swim in the glacial lakes and hug the tall trees. I wanted to be able to look forward to a weekend on the mountain and the opportunity to reflect In a quiet, private place.  I needed a body that could do all of that.

I also want to do everything I can to live longer.  I adore my husband and still haven’t decided if I’d rather die first or if he should, but either way I want to be really old, really worn out, really tired and ready to leave this world when it happens.  I want my death to be the result of my well lived life, not a long, slow death of bad food, a comfy couch spot and over-familiarization with my remote control.  I want to see as much of my kids’ lives play out as possible!  I want to see grandkids born and married and even a great grand baby or two! I’m never going to be ready to leave this world, but I’ll be even less so if I lead an incomplete life.

But that’s me.

And you need to do what works for you.

It’s entirely possible to lose weight by dialing back calories until you run a deficit to lose fat. There are a lot of people who lose a lot of weight without ever changing their fitness. I’ve done it before. When I was 16 I lost 85 pounds by consuming apples and diet coke for months while I taught swimming to fourth graders as my ‘exercise’. Yes, I know there are healthier ways to do it. 😉 I was a teenager. But back then, my goal was not to be ripped or strong or to live a long life, it was to get skinny enough for a boy to notice me. My ‘why’ back then was prom, romance and the potential of french kissing.  Your why has to motivate you and you have to be heart-wrenchingly honest with yourself about it. If you’re in it for appearances then just own that. I have a really hard time acknowledging, outside my husband and me, that I might not be a total dog in the looks department, but deep down inside, in that place that I have a hard time letting have a voice, I know that it’s a little about vanity. Mostly about health, but I like to be pretty, and I feel prettier when I’m not as heavy. A capable, functioning body is a beautiful one to me, but you need to figure out your honest to goodness why and own it to yourself.  You don’t need to share it, but you need to know.

Ok. I have yammered on and on and I’ve been sitting on this post for days. It’s time to let her swim. As always, I like to say that I’m not a doctor and my advice or experience should never supercede your own smart judgment, common sense or doctor’s advice. This is just my Own personal experience and I’m simply sharing what I’ve figured out for myself during my midlife makeover.  

  
(And cheers- I’m all moved into my classroom and planning curriculum! I’m so pleased with my classroom. We are superheroes to start out the year, again, and I’ll have to post pictures. It looks like a birthday party in there! I just got all giddy as I took a last look on my way out the door tonight… I’m so excited to greet my 29 2nd graders!!!)

*What I failed to realize that it was my lack of confidence and meek, quiet, shy persona I had adopted as a teen that was keeping the boys away. Once I started acting like myself, dating was never a problem for me. I gained all the weight back right after high school, plus 60 more pounds, and never was without a hottie on my arm. Sometimes I think that is so surreal and so drastically different than what I predicted for myself as a kid, and other times I’m like of course, why wouldn’t I get a man I thought was nice AND a babe?!

Today was my first day back at school. We don’t have students until the ninth, but the teachers have to meet to talk about important things for several days before the kids come in.  Of course.  I had an excellent day.  It’s kind of funny because when I consider summer ending and starting working, I kind of freak out and dread going back. I think it’s just getting back into the swing of things though. Everything always smooths out And starts to fall into place once I get going. 

 A prime example is the above photo.  Not my grinning ‘first day of school’ mug, but the lunch shot.  The top picture is my lunch on the counter this morning before I packed it*. The bottom picture was at the very end of the day when I picked up my lunch bag and realized it still had quite a lot of stuff in it!  I’m not usually one for denying myself calories or food. I generally try to live by the rule that if I’m hungry then my body needs something. I’ve learned enough about myself over the last couple years to understand the difference between eating for entertainment and eating for nutrition. My habit at work is to eat as I get hungry and I snack all day long.  My students are also allowed to eat as they get hungry.  

This morning, before I left for work, I had a coffee, a granola bar and a veggie sausage.  For my midday snack at about 10 AM I had half of the grapes in my bag. At 11:30 we broke for lunch and I ate my veggie chik nuggets along with my carrots and hummus.  After that, I never returned to my lunch.  I feel like being distracted by work is so beneficial to my ability to keep my calories in order. A schedule and consistency do a world of wonder for me.  What I’m celebrating here is not the denial of the intake, rather finding the balance between the munchy habit that I developed over the summer and the actual caloric needs that my body has.

Along those same lines, I had a conversation with a colleague today that really illustrated why it is helpful to have community support and people who are going through similar transitions.   My friend, Jessica, mentioned dieting fatigue during lunch today.  My mind went bonkers because I totally know what she meant. She said that when summer got going, it was really hard for her to maintain focus and, furthermore, she really didn’t care to. She felt a bit bored of dieting and watching her calories and working out all the time.  It felt so good to hear somebody else say what I’ve been feeling. After years of dieting and working towards this goal of weighing 170 pounds I’m a little sick of it, frankly.  Sometimes I want to counter that feeling by going balls to the wall like a bat out of hell and just get it all done!  Starve myself and work out for eight hours a day!  Of course that’s the exaggeration, but you know what I mean.  I’ll get pretty extreme for a little while and make some decent headway. But I think it’s also important to recognize the balance of that. It’s important to recognize when your body is worn out, when your brain is just exhausted, and you’re overwhelmed and tired of thinking about all the stuff. It’s important to take a break. That doesn’t mean that you can go totally off plan and go backwards, but it does mean that you can relax and focus on just maintaining your fitness while enjoying life at the weight you’re currently at.  I feel like that’s what some people in our group did over the summer.   I certainly did!  Kind of…

Two of the best things about going back to work today were:

1. A bunch of people came into my room for lunch today. It started out with me asking one person, but by the end of lunch there were a lot more people in there. I felt really good that so many of my colleagues consider me a friend enough to spend time in my room!  I have often felt quite isolated in my life and it was just such a pleasant surprise.  🙂

2.  Several people approached me, or said little side comments to a friend or me, about coming to Zumba with my colleague group.  I’m of the mind that the more the merrier and as the community of dancers grows, so does our health and relationships.  Working out with my colleagues so often has been such a gratifying and unique experience resulting in friendships that have grown in unexpected places.

  
{pardon, derby run pic otd, served up, just for you}

My back has been really bothering me lately to the point that I stopped working out altogether in order to heal.  I spent the past week or so unpacking my classroom and alternating ice heat ice heat on my back while laying in bed.  But I’m freaking ouuuut!  I have an ‘official’ six mile run coming up next weekend and have been spinning my wheels worrying that I’m not keeping up with my cardio enough.  I couldn’t deal any longer after today.  I decided to just try running for a little while on the treadmill.  My intent was to get 15 minutes of cardio in order to maintain some kind of ability level!  I do want to Beat the Blerch, after all.  

Anyhow, 15 minutes of cardio started with ten minutes of chatting with my daughter about her first day of school and walking on the treadmill.  After that, I went for it!  I went up to 5.3 for 15 minutes and maxed out my run at 6.1 for three minutes.  It was really nice to run, but I felt the need to stop before I hurt myself, so I hopped on the stair climber and climbed two hundred steps before being done for the day.  Base2Space, here I come!

*okay.  OKAY!  I’m a total honesty nerd and I can’t let it go by with letting you know that this was not my lunch before school; this was the lunch I remade after school to look just like the first one I ate today because I couldn’t believe it so I needed to compare what I actually ate.  How’s that for a run on sentence??

I got a minor shock today when I suddenly realized it’s been an entire week since Bradley and I took the kids to a Great Wolf Lodge.  It seems like we just got back the day before yesterday!  I was surprised when I logged onto my website to see that I hadn’t even posted about it!  Or anything else, for that matter!  I must be busy…  Isn’t that always the truth, though?

We are packing the days as full as we can. We’ve been hiking, we went to Great Wolf Lodge, we are shopping, creating, beaching, swimming, painting bedrooms… All of those things that go away with the warm weather and long, empty days that are replaced by blustery ones that are bustling with school and activity. This was a fantastic summer. We called it a staycation because we didn’t have a big vacation planned outside of visiting family. We were lazy and self centered. We did what we wanted, when we wanted and I haven’t felt this free and unencumbered in years. The vacant, ‘boring’, summer was one of the best and most healing things we have allowed ourselves in years.

  
While we were at Great Wolf, I decided that it was my moment to trust my body, strap myself into a harness and conquer my fear of heights for once and all!  Mind over matter and all of that good stuff!  I had looked into a ropes/zip line course elsewhere and learned that the bill would be over $400 for my family to go. At GWL, it cost 12 per adult and 10 per kid-or thereabouts- and if you’re wondering, no.  Entry wasn’t included in the room cost at the Grand Mound location in Washington, but compared to the $400 I would spend elsewhere, it seemed like a steal.  

I did awesome!  I was so proud of myself!  I promised my ego that I would go on a zip line and I would attempt a tightrope on the second level.  I zip lined within ten minutes of getting on the course and, full of cocksure bluster, courageously climbed the stairs to the second level where I almost instantly grabbed hold of the support column and hung on for dear life and couldn’t let go (the levels were about the same as a house, so it was like standing on a two-story house’s roof but with just some ropes under me).  I started having an anxiety attack, even as I tried to let it subside, and had to go back down to the first level.  Have no fear, though because after about 30 minutes on level one, I took on level two, with zip lines!  Then Bradley convinced me that I could, indeed, do the third level- yes, like standing on the roof of a three story house made of ropes and air😳.  I got up there, crossed two slack lines and suddenly caught sight of the ground 45 feet below me.  I grabbed hold of the nearest beam and started up with the anxiety again, except this time there was nothing anyone could do for me, no stairs were nearby, I had to pull on my big girl panties and walk the line, literally.  

I tell you what- I was like the wind, getting across those two ropes, down the stairs and out of my harness! I was all done.  I loved it, but it was pretty stressful.  I’m proud of what I did, but I was glad when it ended!

 
Other than that, my days have been filled with my classroom.  We had a nasty windstorm that knocked our power out for a day so I got all busy producing all kinds of materials and posters that I never usually have time for but admire longingly.  It felt good but I was over my smelly markers and glue sticks when the power came back on.  I shouldn’t have complained- several of my friends were without power from Saturday until Monday evening!  Today I finished unpacking my classroom (!!!) and actually started making it homey and cute.  It feels soooooo good to be ready for the year.  Last year I had four days to unpack before I had kids in the room.  This year I sorted through every single box before tucking things away; I feel organized, prepared and ready.  That’s a good feeling.
What’s not a good feeling is the one that’s in my back.  Packing and unpacking boxes does no favors for my back. The past two moves I have done have made an horrible impact on my shoulders and back, and now whenever I get into moving mode my back starts acting up. Ever since I’ve been back in my classroom, ever since the return to my ridiculous boxes, again, I also have the return of my back and armpit injuries. I’m now thinking that my ‘boob related’ injuries have very little to do with Zumba and everything to do with moving since the past two years of moving have resulted in the exact same injuries at the exact same times in similar places when I’m doing the exact same activities. Suffice it to say that I’ve been laying low and not working out a whole lot. That makes me nervous, but I’ll get back into the swing of things as soon as the year gets rolling.