The journey from fat to fit. Road trip, woo hoo!

Well, I did end up going to the gym. I gave DH a guilt trip about not wanting to go with me, and then settled in for the day. And then he said, OK, fine, I’ll go, after I was already so not going. So we went.

I had a headache and had totally lost the will to do any sort of exercise by that point, so I did an hour of jog/walk combo on the treadmill while watching Supernatural. Total distance was only 4.5 miles in an hour, so I was seriously not really running much at all.

But some exercise is better than no exercise, and if I stay at six miles and under until spring, I am okay with that.

Yeah, that plan? Well, screw that. It actually is really snowing now. And I am in bed. With the electric blanket and Season 2 of Dexter on DVD. And chocolate. 

Run, what run?

PS: isn’t everyone so glad I am keeping you up to date on my nonexistent exercise regimen today? You’re welcome.

So the big snow storm? Yeah, not so much. We’ve had about 2 minutes of flurry, and that’s it. But it is in the 20s right now, so… burrrrr!

I’ve devised a tentative running play for the day, to get my seven mile run in. If I run to the gym, taking the “scenic route,” that is 1.5 miles. Then go into the gym, run on the treadmill for 4.5 miles. Then run home, 1 mile. That’s seven miles, with 17 or so minutes in the cold at the beginning, and 11 or 12 minutes in the cold at the end. I was going to tack on the scenic route on the way home, but I don’t trust myself to follow through with it if I am getting tired at the end of the run. Because I’m a big cheater like that.

So that’s the plan. The problem is, I am all gungho about it RIGHT NOW at 8:30 a.m. and the gym does not open until noon. A lot could happen between now and noon. Big snow could happen. Or a nap. Or donuts.

I was walking around barefoot on my hardwood floors, and I felt like something was “stuck” to the bottom of my foot, right in the middle of the ball of the foot. But there was nothing there.

Upon closer inspection, there is a little pinprick area that looks like it might be the start of a callus, but when touching it, it feels like a lump, a little ball shaped lump, under the skin. So it’s not a bump, like a pimple type or an insect bite type, but a lump under the skin.

And it hurts to walk on it barefoot on the hardwood floor, but when I had on socks and my cushy Uggs, it was nonexistent, couldn’t feel a thing.

Ideas?

Effective 10 pm tonight until 10 pm Sunday night, we are under a “severe weather warning.” Or maybe a “severe weather watch.” Whichever is more dire, because whatever it is, we were upgraded from one to the other. UPDATE: just checked and it’s actually a severe weather alert.

And I am scheduled to run seven miles tomorrow for my half mary training.

I’m going to go on record right now as saying my original goal was to be able to run five minutes. And then I ran 5k. And then I ran five miles. And now I am up to 10k. And if that’s where I stay until spring, I am OKAY with that. More than okay. I am happy and thrilled and loving being a runner. 

So if we are buried in an arctic tundra tomorrow, yeah, I’m not running in that. Sorry. I will go to the gym and run on the treadmill. And I know I can handle six miles on the treadmill because I have done it before, but I don’t know if I can do seven miles in the gym because, oy vey, the boredom. 

Plan: I am downloading missed episodes of Bones on iTunes right now, loading my iPod, and planning on six miles on the TM if the weather outside is frightful. That’s my plan, and I’m sticking to it.

Weight: 141.2

Breakfast: yogurt with granola

Lunch: UPDATE: small sandwich from Starbucks, along with a mint brownie and a bottle of water. 

Dinner: tba UPDATE: let’s see if I can remember it all, because it was oh, so much. Happy Hour munchies at 5 pm: cup of seafood chowder, 1/2 a small ceasar salad, two fried oysters and a hunk of garlic bread. One beer. Actual dinner with friends at 7 pm: pasta with clam sauce, a couple of slices of bread, cranberry bread for dessert. Three rum & diet cokes and one glass of red wine.

Half Mary: rest day, and holy hell do I need it. 3+ miles for three days in a row = achey sore shoulders and neck. But my legs feel fine. Anyone know what’s up with that?

Weight: 142.0… wah!

Breakfast: fat free yogurt and a granola bar

Lunch: gigantic heaping serving of carne asada nachos

Dinner: mashed potatoes off of DD9’s plate, half a giant yeasty roll, banana bread and, like, five mini chocolate brownies. And water … because we are out of diet coke. And guess what? I went to the store and, hello, WTF, the STORE was OUT of diet coke too! Crap.

Half Mary: scheduled for three miles… I ran 3.5. Time was 37.5 minutes.

Dinner: I had a Trade Joe’s pasta/chicken/broccoli thing, which was good and low fat. But then I also had another GIGANTIC HUNK of banana bread and a mini brownie thing (or two or nine but who’s counting)

Half Mary: DD9 was invited to go to the Portland International Raceway to look at Christmas lights. They do a huge display there, and you drive around the race track oooh’ing and ahhh’ing. They called at 6:15 and by 6:30 she was out the door. DH wasn’t scheduled to get home from work until 7:30, so I really had no excuse not to go to the gym. So I went.

Looking at the litany of excuses that I just typed out (below) for my poor gym performance, even I will agree that they’re all quite lame, and I was there and know it to all be true. But here we go: I had a horrible, shitty, terrible, no good run on the treadmill because, first, when I decided to hurry and get to the gym, I stripped off my work slacks, threw on sweat pants, but kept on my trouser socks for some god-knows-why reason. So I had on my running shoes WITH TROUSER SOCKS. Yes. So not okay to run in. And I grabbed a really old sports bra, which provided NO SUPPORT WHATSOEVER, and I was VERY VERY uncomfortable while running, in the shoes and in the boobs. And the sweat pants? Yeah, size 16 (I am now in a 10). I was running, with my shirt hiked up so I could manipulate the pants, rolling the waist of the pants over about a million times, and still they were falling down.

I finally gave up and did a walk/run combo with probably 50% walking. I was walking at a 3.5 mph pace and running at a 6 mph pace, doing five minutes of each. Before I settled on that as my routine, I had been running at a 5.4 mph pace, with my freaking pants sagging off my ass, making them long enough that I was stepping on them, all of which equals a serious recipe for disaster/hilarity/disaster on the treadmill.

So total workout was 45 minutes on the TM, total distance covered 3.5 mph. My lame-ass average mph was something like 4.3 mph. so pathetic.

Weight: 142.0. WTF?

Breakfast: big ol’ hunk of banana bread

Lunch: bowl of tomato soup and a croissant

Dinner: tba

Half Mary: scheduled is 4 miles, but I am not feeling it, frankly. But tomorrow and Friday are work days for me, so I am kind of feeling like it’s a now or never kind of thing. And never? not sounding half bad actually.

UPDATE: 4:45 pm and it is black as FREAKING MIDNIGHT outside. So not running.

Lunch was at Montage in Portland which is so heavenly and divine, words cannot describe it. In fact, I was at such a loss for words that I posted a photo of my fried pear salad on my So Not Zen blog. Why? Because I can mobile blog on that site, which means snap a picture, write an entry and click send and then through the magic of the internet it is a blog post. This is one of those little things in life that makes me immensely happy.

Lunch: fried pear salad, with field greens, fried pears, garlic croutons, blue cheese vinagrette and a hunk of cornbread. Also, because the salad was listed as a starter, my friend and I split an oyster poboy. It was to die for. TO. DIE. FOR. Seriously. Plus, the salad was huge and meal-like, so the 1/2 poboy was just over the top. It came with a side of red beans and rice that I tasted but could not even eat because I was too stuffed. And that’s with bringing half my salad home with me. DH will be having the beans for dinner.

Dinner: the other half of the salad from lunch, followed by three little brownie bite things that could possibly have been made by the devil himself. My friend SAYS she made them, but they are not of this world. Hence the eating of THREE OF THEM instead of one, like a normal human would do.

Half Mary: ran three miles. Outside. In the cold. But it felt good. Not so cold that it hurt to breathe, which is pretty much my threshold. If my lungs hurt, I am out of here. The end. Three miles in 33 minutes and 57 seconds. Not exactly qualifying for the Boston marathon.

Other: just home from DD9’s violin recital. Am baking banana bread now and have cranberry bread in the pans ready to go into the oven when the banana bread comes out. I’ll be up til 2 am baking freaking bread, I swear. But I need the gifts for tomorrow.

Peace out, chicks.