Thursday, February 28, 2013

In attempt to get back on track

I've always found blogging to be like conducting a train. All pieces need to be on the track, in line in order for it to work. Take this blog for example. The last meaningful post that I left you with was telling you about how my brother and I managed to break the stand for my fishtank, and I left off promising that I would provide pictures of the fixed stand.

In the meantime, I have had plenty to talk and blog about, but I haven't done so, because I have felt restricted by the fact that I still haven't remembered to take pictures of the stand. Someday, my friends.

In the meantime, I have lots to talk about... so much that I will have to break it into posts. Over the next weeks, look for posts about:

- Home ownership
- Crafts
- Pet ethics
- Fitness/weight loss.

I'll start in this post with the fitness/weight loss subject, because that is what is on my mind right now.

The last time I talked about my fitness/weight loss journey was on January 5th, where I wrapped everything I had done in a neat little package for you. So what has happened since then?

Unfortunately, not a lot.

Throughout January I found myself wholly engrossed in the process of moving from one house to another... packing, moving, unpacking. Also unfortunate is that for a week of this time I did not have access to my dishes, and therefore was only eating premade, processed foods, and fruit. (ouch!) Luckily I was focused enough to keep my portions limited, and didn't go too crazy.

But then... we moved to the new house the weekend of January 19th and it is the end of February now. So what happened in between?

I told myself that I was calorie counting, but the truth is very few calories were actually counting. I also told myself that I would be going to the gym regularly. While I was starting to go again, it still didn't happen as often as I would like. To summarize, in two and a half months I gained six pounds and let my fitness level fall.

By Friday, this fact was really starting to bother me. I knew I needed to catch myself before I started sliding full-out. I knew that I wanted to do a meal plan when Gilles goes to school, but that's not until the end of April - and if I didn't set my mind to it, I was just going to continue my current ways until then.

I spent most of the day Friday thinking about what I wanted to do and occasionally discussing options with my colleagues. By the end of the day, I had decided that I needed to do a pseudo-meal plan. When I'm on a full-out meal plan, ALL I am allowed to do is eat and drink that which is described on the menu. The difference is that I wouldn't quite give myself that level of restriction. I would allow myself to eat out at pre-planned events, to participate in salad day, and to eat what is served when visiting friends/family on the weekends. After making this decision I made the following rules surrounding this:
  1. Follow the meal plan, both in terms of food and beverage
  2. For events that require straying from the meal plan, maintain appropriate amount of calories (1300-1400 calories/day)
  3. Max. 2 cups coffee/day, black.
  4. No pop.
  5. Strive to drink 2L of water/day.
The next day I went on a company ski trip. I skied for the day, then had a frisbee game two hours after we returned to the city. The game was a difficult one in that I had to run full-out for most of the game, and received very short breaks (I often had not yet caught my breath, or had just barely so when I was called out again). By the end of the game I was completely bagged.

I fully anticipated being unable to walk the next day, and likely that would have been true, as I was stiff by the time I got home. I soaked in the tub for an hour before bed though, and ended up being stiff but not terribly so.

Riding on the coattails of my decision from the previous day, I decided that I was giving myself entirely too little credit for how far I have come physically in the last year and a half. It was this realization that prompted me to make what may just be the most important decision for me, on a physical skill level.

I'm going to train for the half marathon at the end of May.

Eek!

I started by downloading an app that provides an exercise plan for me to get from the 10K to a half marathon in 12 weeks. Lisa and I have been running together.

Now, to clarify. I am being realistic about this. I haven't registered for the half yet... While I am training with the mindset of doing it in May, I do understand that at these distances the limitations are no longer mental... they become physical. I want to make sure that I do this right, and that I don't hurt myself. That said, I have registered for the half marathon in September... because I know that if I don't get there this spring, I will get there by fall.

My motivation is back, the train car is back on the tracks.

Watch me.