I've never had shin splints before, so I am assuming that this pain in my right shin is exactly that. Funny, my left shin feels fine. Both calves are a little sore, but I will definitely have to be stretching out before running from now on. I knew I should have been, but I've been lazy. I just got back from a (short) 2 mile run on the treadmill over at the office, and now have this nagging pain. It keeps gobbling up my attention. I still need to do my crunches for today. I decided to skip the Tebata today.. I might save it for Saturday. I'm not sure what Mason will be having me run on the weekends. I really had to drag myself to do my running today, and today is even the easiest day of the week! I had to push myself to finish the 2 miles which is sad. The kitchen has been calling to me all morning. I just feel the need to snack on horrible horrible junk food. I tried to refrain the best I could. I ended up having more apple cinnamon pancakes in an effort to calm the cravings. I don't think it worked very well.
This is just the very beginning of this battle, which worries me. I did pretty well eating last week, but made up for it on the weekend by eating everything in sight. So far this week I've been doing pretty well with the 5-6 mini-meals per day, but I could use more veggies. At this point, I am officially out of fruit! :( Mason has been going through bananas like crazy. I wanted to get to the grocery store either yesterday or today to stock up on some healthy, whole foods, but I'm still waiting on my paycheck to come through. As of yesterday, it hadn't been processed yet. It takes about 2 days after being approved before the funds are direct deposited. Pay day is officially Friday, but Wednesday is the latest I've ever been paid. That's adding a little bit of stress to my plate. And with my work schedule changing, I will have to be working out after work, not in the mornings as I prefer. I always seem to have more energy, more motivation in the morning when I wake up and have a light snack. The later in the day I wait to work out, it seems the more lethargic I am, and the less drive I have to see it through.
The pain in my shin seems to be calming down a little :)
Meal one: 7:15am (+270 cals)
1/2 c ff cottage cheese (+80 cals)
ham (+70 cals)
1 apple cinnamon pancake (+100 cals)
dab of apple sauce (+20 cals)
Meal two: 10:10am (+200 cals)
2 apple cinnamon pancakes (+200 cals)
no protein with this meal! :(
Exercise: 11:15am (-226 cals)
Ran/walked 2 miles on the treadmill (-226 cals)
The goal Mason set for me today was to run the two miles at a pace that was twice as fast as the 5 miles I did yesterday. He originally said I should be running at a 6 minute mile pace, but bumped it up to 7.5 minute mile pace when I said I couldn't do that. I didn't want to tell him that I have never been able to run that fast. I've never been a runner. The last time I was running on a regular basis (weekly) was 12 years ago. I was in a lot better shape back then, and was averaging about 10 minute miles.
I have never ran on a daily basis. I started out the two miles on #8, which Mason said was the 7.5 minute mile pace. Once I was up to speed, I knew there was no way I would be able to keep up that pace for 2 miles. I ended up doing mostly #6 (something like 12 minute mile pace, I think) and #4 which is a fast walk, but not a speed walk. I will admit I let my lethargy get the best of me: I paused the machine in order to get some water a couple times. I ended the two miles at 20:50, which averages to 10:25 per mile. Considering how much I walked, I'm pretty proud of that.
My average per mile for the five miles yesterday was 12:28. Twice as fast would have been 6:14 per mile. Damn. I would love to be able to run a six minute mile. I think my ultimate goal is the five minute mile. I can do it, but it will take time.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
5 miles
Mason's exercise plan for me included a 5 mile run for today. I can't say I ran the whole thing. Someday, I will, but I have to work up to that. Right now, the farthest that I can go without stopping/walking is 1.5 miles. I know it's just a mental thing, but I have to get over it.
Anyway, I ambitiously wore my Reebok easytone shoes when I set out on my 5 mile journey this morning. I've had problems in the past with them pinching my toes and cutting off the circulation, making them go numb. That didn't happen, though. When I was at 3 miles, I stopped to see why my big right toe was hurting so bad. My shoes had scraped off a chunk of skin and my sweaty sock fibers were irritating the wound. I ran the 1/2 mile from the track at the school back home, changed my shoes, and did the last 1.5 miles of my workout on the treadmill at the office.
Then I did a 20 minute cool down on the exercise bike, per Mason's suggestion because I want to shrink my butt. I felt it mostly in my calves, though. Then I did the standard 300 crunches. I think my form was slacking toward the end when I just wanted to be done.
I think tomorrow I'll try the elliptical.. maybe I'll test out the Tabata Protocol too. It's basically like short HIITs: 20 seconds full intensity at the highest resistance, 10 seconds off, repeating for 4 minutes. It's supposed to be an excellent fat blaster and will probably work it's way into my routine since I can't do my regular HIITs from TurboFire right now since my mouse and keyboard are currently out of commission.
Meal 1: 9:30am (+320 cals)
3 apple cinnamon pancakes (+250 cals)
applesauce (+70 cals)
I know my breakfast was lacking protein, but I wanted to have some carbs for fuel for my long run today.
Exercise: (-668 cals)
5 miles running/walking (-552 cals)
20 minutes on bike (-116 cals)
Meal 2: 11:30am (+265 cals)
1/2 sandwich on potato bread:
light herb mayo
provolone cheese
ham
lettuce
tomato
Meal 3: 1:45pm (+265 cals)
1/2 sandwich on potato bread:
light herb mayo
provolone cheese
ham
lettuce
tomato
Anyway, I ambitiously wore my Reebok easytone shoes when I set out on my 5 mile journey this morning. I've had problems in the past with them pinching my toes and cutting off the circulation, making them go numb. That didn't happen, though. When I was at 3 miles, I stopped to see why my big right toe was hurting so bad. My shoes had scraped off a chunk of skin and my sweaty sock fibers were irritating the wound. I ran the 1/2 mile from the track at the school back home, changed my shoes, and did the last 1.5 miles of my workout on the treadmill at the office.
Then I did a 20 minute cool down on the exercise bike, per Mason's suggestion because I want to shrink my butt. I felt it mostly in my calves, though. Then I did the standard 300 crunches. I think my form was slacking toward the end when I just wanted to be done.
I think tomorrow I'll try the elliptical.. maybe I'll test out the Tabata Protocol too. It's basically like short HIITs: 20 seconds full intensity at the highest resistance, 10 seconds off, repeating for 4 minutes. It's supposed to be an excellent fat blaster and will probably work it's way into my routine since I can't do my regular HIITs from TurboFire right now since my mouse and keyboard are currently out of commission.
Meal 1: 9:30am (+320 cals)
3 apple cinnamon pancakes (+250 cals)
applesauce (+70 cals)
I know my breakfast was lacking protein, but I wanted to have some carbs for fuel for my long run today.
Exercise: (-668 cals)
5 miles running/walking (-552 cals)
20 minutes on bike (-116 cals)
Meal 2: 11:30am (+265 cals)
1/2 sandwich on potato bread:
light herb mayo
provolone cheese
ham
lettuce
tomato
Meal 3: 1:45pm (+265 cals)
1/2 sandwich on potato bread:
light herb mayo
provolone cheese
ham
lettuce
tomato
Monday, July 18, 2011
The beginning
Every journey has a beginning, this is mine.
I ran 3 miles this morning. (-350 cals)
I did not run 3 miles straight, as I was supposed to. I took breaks, and walked, but that was not included in my 3 miles. I have never been much of a runner. I'm out of shape. Very out of shape. I can jog 1.5 miles without stopping. That's a start. I am not fast. I will not be trying out for the Olympics, or running a marathon. I would like to be able to go for longer distance without stopping, but mostly I would like to have a better pace. My pace is awful. It's sitting just under 12 minutes per mile at 11:54. By the end of August I would like to have a 9 minute mile pace. Keep in mind, this is cross-country running, not on a treadmill, and not on flat ground.
Intake:
Meal 1: 8:30 am (+110 cals)
1/2 c ff cottage cheese (+80 cals)
1 pineapple ring (+30 cals)
Post-workout meal: 11:00 am (+354 cals)
2 egg whites (+34 cals)
2 apple cinnamon pancakes (+250 cals)
1/3 c apple sauce (+70 cals)
I ran 3 miles this morning. (-350 cals)
I did not run 3 miles straight, as I was supposed to. I took breaks, and walked, but that was not included in my 3 miles. I have never been much of a runner. I'm out of shape. Very out of shape. I can jog 1.5 miles without stopping. That's a start. I am not fast. I will not be trying out for the Olympics, or running a marathon. I would like to be able to go for longer distance without stopping, but mostly I would like to have a better pace. My pace is awful. It's sitting just under 12 minutes per mile at 11:54. By the end of August I would like to have a 9 minute mile pace. Keep in mind, this is cross-country running, not on a treadmill, and not on flat ground.
Intake:
Meal 1: 8:30 am (+110 cals)
1/2 c ff cottage cheese (+80 cals)
1 pineapple ring (+30 cals)
Post-workout meal: 11:00 am (+354 cals)
2 egg whites (+34 cals)
2 apple cinnamon pancakes (+250 cals)
1/3 c apple sauce (+70 cals)
A fitness journey
In the past I have created blogs and kept journals with the intent of becoming fit. I have never stuck with anything long enough to see real results. I think the top reason for this is lack of accountability. I have never truly had the support system, motivation or reasonable long term plan to stick to.
Now, at 24, I am recently married to a very fit Navy corpsman. He is sick of hearing me complain about how much I dislike the shape I am in. He is giving me an exercise plan. I am responsible for the diet.
The diet portion will ultimately be where I make or break it. I need to learn to forgive myself for any slip-ups and be sure to push harder in order to work it off. I have gotten into the habit of using food as therapy. I don't know what purpose it's serving in my life, but I need to get to the root of the cause. Carbs are big weakness of mine. They induce binges. I only binge eat when I'm alone. I've done it for years. In high school I would force myself to throw up afterward. I wouldn't say I was ever close to being bulimic, though. I always felt a little guilty after throwing up. In part, I think it's because my eyes water and I start to cry when I gag myself. Now, I find that I am alone in the house a lot more than I ever was before. I've never really liked eating around people. I fear how people will judge me. This is an ongoing theme throughout my life, as is the food addiction.
Ever since second grade, I've been aware of the fact that I was heavier. I had skinny friends, then. Looking back, I realize that this is when I started making friends with chubbier girls. Maybe it was something in my subconscious. I didn't feel so bad about myself when I was around people who were at the same fitness level or worse off than I was. Since then, I have made friends with a lot of heavier girls.
My first boyfriend was thin. I remember thinking that he must think I'm fat. I wasn't fat then, but I was in the mindset that I was. After that boyfriend, I didn't date any guys that were more fit, or thinner than average. Until, of course, my husband, who is by far in the best shape of anyone I've ever gone out with.
You may think it's silly for me to be so preoccupied with how other people view me, and it probably is. But I know that my husband would prefer it if lost some fat, or a lot. Part of me thinks that I'm too hard on myself, but the other part knows that's just the quitter in me talking. Quitters never win, and winners never quit.
Where I'm starting from:
I am just over 5' 2" tall. I have a severe pear-shaped body. I carry a lot of excess fat around my hips, thighs, and butt. And recently, I've noticed my stomach growing as well. Up until the beginning of April, I had always struggled with keeping my weight below 130. My "comfortable" weight was 127. What I mean by that is if I didn't watch what I was eating, or exercise, my weight would stay around 127. In the past few months, my weight has shot up to 143lbs. I find that incredibly embarrassing. My husband made me get on the scale in front of him. I was ashamed.
Where I want to be:
My ultimate goal is to look like a bikini model, or a fitness model. I would like to have sexy curves, and some muscle tone, but not look muscular, necessarily.
I have a goal to lose 2 lbs per week. In the beginning, I may end up losing a little more than 2lbs per week, and I know it will be much tougher as I get down to the last 10 pounds or so. My goal is to reach 115 pounds by October 29, 2011. I will then work to maintain/lose more weight and fat as I see fit. The number itself is not as important as how I look and feel. I want to be able to stand in front of the mirror naked and be proud of my body.
Now, at 24, I am recently married to a very fit Navy corpsman. He is sick of hearing me complain about how much I dislike the shape I am in. He is giving me an exercise plan. I am responsible for the diet.
The diet portion will ultimately be where I make or break it. I need to learn to forgive myself for any slip-ups and be sure to push harder in order to work it off. I have gotten into the habit of using food as therapy. I don't know what purpose it's serving in my life, but I need to get to the root of the cause. Carbs are big weakness of mine. They induce binges. I only binge eat when I'm alone. I've done it for years. In high school I would force myself to throw up afterward. I wouldn't say I was ever close to being bulimic, though. I always felt a little guilty after throwing up. In part, I think it's because my eyes water and I start to cry when I gag myself. Now, I find that I am alone in the house a lot more than I ever was before. I've never really liked eating around people. I fear how people will judge me. This is an ongoing theme throughout my life, as is the food addiction.
Ever since second grade, I've been aware of the fact that I was heavier. I had skinny friends, then. Looking back, I realize that this is when I started making friends with chubbier girls. Maybe it was something in my subconscious. I didn't feel so bad about myself when I was around people who were at the same fitness level or worse off than I was. Since then, I have made friends with a lot of heavier girls.
My first boyfriend was thin. I remember thinking that he must think I'm fat. I wasn't fat then, but I was in the mindset that I was. After that boyfriend, I didn't date any guys that were more fit, or thinner than average. Until, of course, my husband, who is by far in the best shape of anyone I've ever gone out with.
You may think it's silly for me to be so preoccupied with how other people view me, and it probably is. But I know that my husband would prefer it if lost some fat, or a lot. Part of me thinks that I'm too hard on myself, but the other part knows that's just the quitter in me talking. Quitters never win, and winners never quit.
Where I'm starting from:
I am just over 5' 2" tall. I have a severe pear-shaped body. I carry a lot of excess fat around my hips, thighs, and butt. And recently, I've noticed my stomach growing as well. Up until the beginning of April, I had always struggled with keeping my weight below 130. My "comfortable" weight was 127. What I mean by that is if I didn't watch what I was eating, or exercise, my weight would stay around 127. In the past few months, my weight has shot up to 143lbs. I find that incredibly embarrassing. My husband made me get on the scale in front of him. I was ashamed.
Where I want to be:
My ultimate goal is to look like a bikini model, or a fitness model. I would like to have sexy curves, and some muscle tone, but not look muscular, necessarily.
I have a goal to lose 2 lbs per week. In the beginning, I may end up losing a little more than 2lbs per week, and I know it will be much tougher as I get down to the last 10 pounds or so. My goal is to reach 115 pounds by October 29, 2011. I will then work to maintain/lose more weight and fat as I see fit. The number itself is not as important as how I look and feel. I want to be able to stand in front of the mirror naked and be proud of my body.
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