Parents shouldn't know about things like that...

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Site du jour: All right, so I haven't been keeping up with the Blogses lately. I just read about Millenium Housewife's Christmas present from her parents. Oh my.

Exercise du jour: Week 7 Day 3 of the C25k
Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then jog 25 minutes.
Fail. Still having problems with the legs. Not as bad tonight, so maybe if I rest it'll be okay to try tomorrow. I did get an hour's walk in at lunch.

Now that's impressive

Site du jour: People said I was mad, mad I tell you, when I announced that I was going to run a 5k at Midnight on New Year's eve. Well, I'm here to say that there are other bloggers out there more extreme than I am. 266 did the polar bear plunge.

Now that's crazy. (In an impressively awesome way.)

Exercise du jour: walking, yoga
Exercise fail. The doctor gave me these 'wonderful pills' that were going to let me eat all the vegetables I could stuff in my mouth and not get sick from all that healthy fiber. Trouble is, the side effects include dizziness and what Wikipedia calls 'blurred visions.' (I'm fairly sure they meant "blurred vision" but all the same -- if you're going to have hallucinations, you don't want them to be blurry!)
Think I'm going to have to see if the doc has other pills I could try instead.

Socialize while tracking exercise

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Site du jour: Here's a site that you can use to track your exercise mileage. People (like Heather at Leading the Weigh) use it to challenge their friends to meet specific exercise goals.

Are there any other good sites that you use to track your exercise or diet goals? (Enquiring... i.e. nosy... minds want to know!)

Exercise du jour: Week 7 Day 2 of the C25k
Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then jog 25 minutes. Plus, 1/2 hour yoga.
Done! A verrrry slow 25 minutes. In the rain. Jogged home from the Weight Watchers meeting; I am now a soggy sight indeed. But I lost the three (count 'em, three) pounds that I'd gained last week, and almost a whole pound more (.8). Better soggy than sorry. Does that make any sense? No, probably not. Time for a hot bath.

Tanji always knew she was a Good Dog

Santa very kindly brought the dog a nice warm sweater for Christmas this year. She was thrilled.

"Well... at least it doesn't have antlers," Tanji thinks.

Dog update: the allergies. It's not as bad as it was last time. She's only been steadily scratching off most of her fur. There's still some left. Really, when she's wearing a coat that has a hood, she looks almost normal. Of course, when she's not wearing anything, she looks... well...

The rare Gollum shepherd, a breed not yet recognized by the AKC.

It's getting cold enough that she seems to have accepted the need to wear something; she no longer plots how to get rid of the sweater. Maybe she likes this one better.

P.S. Yes, the dog has been tested. She's allergic to Oregon. If she moves to California, she gets better. But she's made it clear that she'd rather be here with me than down there with my family. The vets have ran out of suggestions, besides steroids, steroids, and steroids.

Exercise du jour: Gentle walking and yoga. I'm going to get this leg better, IamIamIam. Fail. The inner slug won out. The leg got rested, anyway.

Into every shin a little pain must fall

No pain, no gain is not a rule that I can live by. All I gain from pain is a kind of grumpy patience.

Last winter, when I started the C25K, my goal was to jog (very timidly, very sluggishly) for half an hour without something breaking inside. I really did not know if this overweight body could do that kind of exercise at at all. Because I was so slow and safe, I had very little problem with injuries. (Also, I didn't really get into that great shape. I mean, little old ladies could walk faster than I was jogging. Hell, I could walk faster than I was jogging.)

Over the summer, I got impatient with this hold-back attitude. And paid for it with those nasty shin splints that flare up again when I try to do too much. It's hard to balance between safety and stagnation. (Whine du jour: life is hard. Waah. Okay, done now.)

Each time it hurt, I rested, took things easy, and cursed a bit. Then I went back to exercising.

This winter, the goal was to do the C25K and actually run when the podcast told me to, rather than shuffling along at Almost-Faster-Than-Slug speed. The shins complained a bit, but they were not jumping up and down screaming for ice packs.

Until now. (Waah.)

Methinks I overdid things a bit last Thursday. Going to do the 25 minutes sloooowly.

Exercise du jour: Week 7 Day 1 of the C25k
Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then jog 25 minutes. Not just slowly, but sloooooooowly.

1/2 star. Made it halfway, but the leg pain (tendon on the side of the leg) was getting worse. Does grinding my teeth constitute exercise?
Still, after two cups of coffee I couldn't just sit there. So I invented a new sport: one-legged dancing. Kept the bad foot close to the floor and let the other leg do kicks, with my arms flailing and hips twisting and probably everything else jiggling as well.
If the dog ever learns how to operate the video camera, I'm screwed.

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My First 5k

New Year's Eve is a time for reflection...

Notes on the Portland First Run 2010

• At the start, I could see the full moon, and stars shining between the clouds. It was warm, about 50.


• By the end, I was completely drenched, every layer soaked and clinging to the skin, and the temperature had gotten a lot colder. (I would've thought I would have felt a bit warmer, at least while I was moving.)


• The city had shut down Naito parkway so we could run in the road. Along the route, people came out onto their balconies and cheered as we went past. We were part of the New Year's show.


• At the start of the run, I remember one couple sprinting alongside on the sidewalk. He was wearing a suit, she had taken off her high heels and was running in her short silvery glitter dress. They weren't part of the run, but I was impressed with their sprinting ability.
  


• At the party afterward, all I wanted was a cup of water. None of the runners I saw had one. Every volunteer I asked pointed me toward a booth where they were selling bottles of water. After the crowd had cleared, I finally found a table off in a corner where one guy was pouring water into cups. There were dozens of cups of water sitting there untouched.


• Maybe it was something I ate. Earlier in the day, I thought my stomach was tying itself in knots because of race nerves or something, but it still hurt after I was on my way home. It did seem a bit unfair that in a Max train where I was probably one of the few sober people, I was the one feeling nauseated.


• According to a self-appointed expert I met on the train, the newer Max cars can hold 947 people. If so, that's how many people I shared the ride home with. It was quite a festive atmosphere, like the party had spilled out of the bars and onto the train instead. Very happy group. It was sardine-room only, but still they cheered when one last optimist squeezed onto the train -- with his bicycle and a drum set. And for some reason, the crowd sang the National Anthem on the way home.

Dancing in the streets... or at least on the curb...

Summary: Despite my best intentions, I went out too fast at the start (it was either go fast or go under -- the crowd was packed tightly together and even the people dressed as walkers for some reason started out at a run). I ended up getting winded and walking a lot more than I'd planned, which is discouraging. Nevertheless, my calf muscles are sore today, so I must have gotten something of a workout. I think my sour mood today is based partly on the lack of sleep. I went to bed after four, and the dog got me up early because she needed to use the facilities. You'd think a dog that smart would've worked out how to let herself out.

2010: off to a running start

Quote du jour: The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start. —John Bingham

Off to the Portland First Run 5k 2010. Thankfully, the snow and ice are gone from downtown Portland though not from my house. It should be around 40, which is pretty warm for New Year's. A good sign, mehopes.


Exercise du jour: Week 6, day 3, C25k. Run for 25 minutes straight. Maybe a bit more, if I get caught up in the excitement of my first 5k. I'm going to take Dr. J's advice of starting slow, and ... we'll see what happens.

[Merry stumbles out of bed, eyes half-closed, grabs a gold star, and tacks it up on the blog. Then heads back to bed.]

Didn't do that great, but it's done. And next time will be better. And I lost 1/2 a pound somewhere along the route. And I'm going back to bed.

Uncomfortable truths

It's almost the end of the year. I have to confess that I have not accomplished what I wanted this year. I have gained a whole lot of muscle strength (100 push ups, 200 situps, a whole lot o' walking), but I haven't lost the weight. I lost a little, but not much.

I know I should be glad for the gifts that I've got (stronger, fitter), but even so there's a bit of disappointment mixed in with the gratitude. Yes, I'm healthier and in many ways much better, but I'm being honest here. I wanted a bit more.

But hey! I got a beautiful shawl for Christmas...

Exercise du jour: I was going to bicycle to work, but since it's all snow and ice 'round my place, methinks I'll stick to walking. Maybe I'll build a snowman. That will use up some calories!
I Yoga'd, I Walked. Okay, if you want to be persnickety, I did not Snowman, but two out of three counts for something. Especially walking on slushy/ice/snowy sidwalks while dodging traffic across intersections.

Week 6 of the C25k, day 2

The last run before the 5k.
Pray for nice weather on New Year's!

Woman gets on treadmill, turns invisible. Film at 11.

Update du 8 pm: Okay, maybe I was unclear. When I said "pray for nice weather," I meant weather that it would be nice to run in, not several inches of Winter Wonderland snow!
Sigh.
Let's try this again. Can we pray for nice running weather, i.e the snow and ice to go away before Thursday i.e. two days from now?


Exercise du jour: Week 6, day 2, C25k
Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:

• Jog 1 mile (or 10 minutes)
• Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
• Jog 1 mile (or 10 minutes)

Done! Indoors, thanks to the fact that it's really slippery and slidery outside right now. And whoever said exercise helped with cramps must have been a man. Otherwise, not a bad session.

Goals shmoals

Tanji's goal: to accidentally lose shred the reindog coat.

My problem is that I tend to follow this approach to goals:

1. Define the goal.
2. Set a date when I want to have achieved that goal.
3. Go off and do something else, la la la.
4. Realize, with surprise, that it's the deadline date already and I haven't done a damn thing to prepare.

Sometimes I'll vary this theme, e.g. get started toward the goal, then get distracted by a BST and go off on a tangent.

This time, it's different. (Maybe I've learned something. Don't count on it.) By the end of the week, I'm going to run in a 5k. I'm not completely fit enough to run the whole way, but damn it, I'm going for it. It's a great way to start the year, and it's a way to get me prepared for reaching the ultimate goal. God willing, I will run another 5k later on in the year, and run the whole way. Smiling even.

I'm planning ahead for what I want to accomplish next year, exercise-wise, and breaking down the goals into mini-steps so that I'll have more of a chance to accomplish them.

Note: For a much better explanation of this goal-setting problem, see Cranky Fitness.

Exercise du jour: Walking, yoga

The only comfort...

Tanji really loves tolerates her reindog coat.

Quote du jour: …it's not so much what happens between Christmas and New Year's, as what happens between New Year's and Christmas.
- Weight by the SeaShore blog

Right now, that's my only comfort. I really did try to be good. I brought salads and roasted veggies and baked apples for dessert, but all those were swept aside in the relentless tide of sweet things to eat, wine to drink, movies to watch while lounging with friends who brought cookies and pastries.

Okay, I'm done with the whine. The focus right now is on getting back on track.

Exercise du jour: Week 6 of the C25k, day 1.
Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:

• Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
• Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
• Jog 3/4 mile (or 8 minutes)
• Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
• Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)

Done! Not great, but better than nothing.

Santa brought me... Day 3 of the C25k

Tanji? Why are your eyes glowing green? What was in that stocking?

Merry Christmas!

Week 5 Day 3 of the C25k.
The day that separates the wheat from the chaff, the weak from the strong, the ... well anyway, that is what Santa brought me. Hope you are all enjoying yourself!

Exercise du jour: Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then jog for 20 minutes with no walking.
Done! 20 minutes, then after a minute of walking, another couple of minutes jogging. (Hey, I was on a dinner roll. Besides, got to do something to offset all those Christmas cookies.) Plus, a hour of yoga.

Naughty or nice? Oh, the dilemma

Santa? Is that you?

Quote du jour: Either we are in the universe to inhabit the lovely eternity of our souls and grow real, or else we might as well dedicate our days to shopping and kill time watching talk shows. - John O'Donohue


Exercise du jour: None. I was going to run today, but instead decided to devote my time to festivities. Tomorrow I'll be good. Promise.

Weird. I tell myself it's okay NOT to exercise, and for some reason I feel cheated. Quite contrary. Half hour's worth of yoga.

How a deer hunter decorates for Christmas

How a deer hunter decorates for Christmas

Quote du jour: Please don't ask me to do that which I've just said I'm not going to do, because you're burning up time. The meter is running through the sand on you, and I am now filibustering. - George H.W. Bush

No, don't ask me to explain that quote. For some reason, it fascinates me. It's like some kind of zen koan.

Exercise du jour: Well, I was going to go with dancing and yoga, but since I bailed on the C25k run yesterday, I'm going to do that instead. It's kind of like making a little kid eat her vegetables. Even If She Has to Sit At The Table All Night, they're still going to be there waiting for her.

Oh crap. I'm turning into my parents.

Done! And it was good. Got into a rhythm and felt like I could keep on going even after the podcast said 'walk.' (Mind you, that doesn't mean the next run, the 20 minute run, will feel the same. Past performance is no indication of future runs.) Even so, good run. Plus, half hour yoga.

Week 5, Day 2 of the C25k

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Quote du jour: Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. --William Faulkner

Exercise du jour: C25k Week 5 day 2

Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:

• Jog 3/4 mile (or 8 minutes)
• Walk 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
• Jog 3/4 mile (or 8 minutes)

Semi-fail. Still wobbly from the food poisoning, so did yoga instead of running. On the other hand, Weight Watchers told me that I lost 3-1/2 pounds this week, so I can't call this a total fail.
Except that Weight Watchers e-Tools just told me that now I have one less point to spend. Damn. I'm feeling hungry for the first time in three days -- this is not the moment to tell me that!

Guilt: it's not just for mothers anymore

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This blog is pretty effective at its main job: using guilt and accountability to get me out of the chair and exercising. I wonder if I can extend this useful tool into other areas. Would it help if I publicly announced that I need to clean my kitchen? Or would you all immediately feel shamed at reading the blog of a bum who doesn't even clean up properly for heavens sake what is this world coming to?

Let's see what happens, shall we?
Anti-bum campaign attack plan du jour: To get that kitchen floor so clean that the dog can't eat her dinner off it. (Okay, she never actually has eaten dinner off the kitchen floor, but she keeps sniffing it in a hopeful manner.)

Exercise du jour: Walk 2 hours, yoga 30 minutes. Does cleaning a floor count as exercise? Hell, why not. Let's throw that into the mix too.
Both an exercise and a cleaning fail. Decided to get food poisoning instead. You want to know what's really sick? No, besides me. I'm seeing the illness as a plus, since I lost 1-1/2 pounds because of it. I'm hoping to keep the weight loss until weigh-in tomorrow. Yes, I do realize my values are a bit twisted here.

Xenia vs. Dr. House

For some reason, this picture reminded me of Xenia.



Quote du jour: I had as many doubts as anyone else. Standing on the starting line, we're all cowards. -- Alberto Salazar

Exercise du jour: Week 5 Day 1 C25k.

Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:

* Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
* Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
* Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
* Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
* Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
Done! Plus an hour's worth of raking the lawn, another hour of yoga, and a good few minutes running around trying to find the ideal last-minute Christmas gifts.

Status check: 1 month on Weight Watchers

Self portrait? Why certainly!
Of course it is!
Would I lie?
To you?
Oh, come now...*

Okay, so I've been doing Weight Watchers for a month now. Lost just under 5 pounds, which is much lower than should be the case -- usually when you start writing down everything you eat, you lose a lot of weight early on. If I were typical, I would've lost closer to 2 pounds a week this month. But then again, the people who do best on Weight Watchers always have the blurb "results not typical" next to their pictures.

[If you're keeping track, which I seriously doubt, I have also lost 2 inches off my waist, and 1 off my hips. My pants fit a lot better, and I feel better. But the scale reflecteth this not.]

What I have not been doing is restricting my caloric intake at all. I've merely been recording it. I wanted to get an idea of how I eat normally before I tried to change anything. One thing about the WW e-tools, it is fairly easy to look back and see the patterns in your regular eating habits.

What I'm doing wrong:

- Eating too much in the evening
Cure: eat something hefty at about 4 pm, so I'm not starving by the time I get home. Go British and have a tea time meal. Jolly good idea.

- Not planning ahead for things like parties
Solution: at the start of the week, review the social calendar. Also prepare food for the week, like baked salmon or something filling & tasty of that ilk.

What I'm doing right:

- Bringing food from home. I love my little Mr. Bento Japanese food-in-a-nifty-thermos lunch jar. The thing is so darned cute! The lower two compartments keep the food warm, and the upper two are good for vegetables and fruit. I originally balked at the price, but it paid for itself very quickly. I love it so much, it doesn't occur to me to go out for lunch. (If I go out during lunchtime, it's to walk, not to eat.)

- Planning the day's meal ahead of time. Packing Mr. Bento is a way of looking ahead for that particular day, which helps me keep on the straight and narrow. I don't always put the best protein into the containers -- there was That Episode with the Pizza, and a Fried Chicken Incident, but let's not talk about that here, this is the section for what I did right. At least I brought them from home. With vegetables and fruit.

- Exercising. That, I give myself credit for. The inner slug has not been ruling the roost. That one time when I skipped exercising for two days in a row? I found myself getting very nervous, almost antsy, at the thought. The slug is down, but not out. I don't want to give him any reason to try to make a comeback.

1-1/4 hours of yoga


*Yeah, I didn't think you'd buy that story. Photo is actually courtesy of flickr:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/helga/ / CC BY-ND 2.0

Jogging to stand still

Quote du jour: You have to wonder at times what you're doing out there. Over the years, I've given myself a thousand reasons to keep running, but it always comes back to where it started. It comes down to self-satisfaction and a sense of achievement.- Steve Prefontaine

A sign that I'm getting old. No matter how much I exercise, it seems like all I'm doing, at best, is to maintain where I already am. I don't know if this is just a passing mood or a message from my subconscious telling me that I need to change something. All I know to do is to write it down, and come back to this in a couple weeks, see if I really have been improving albeit at a snail's pace.

Exercise du jour:Day 3 Week 4 of the C25K

Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:

* Jog 3 minutes
* Walk 90 seconds
* Jog 5 minutes
* Walk 2-1/2 minutes
* Jog 3 minutes
* Walk 90 seconds
* Jog 5 minutes

Done! I am so grateful that German Shepherds are a loyal breed. Tanji will never tell how I trudged my way through this session. Words like "pathetic" and "loser" will not be uttered. At least, not by the dog.
Also, 60 minutes walking.

Hallelujah! It's panic time

Okay, I know I've been observing a ban on cheesy Christmas music, but every rule deserves to be broken once.



And yesterday, I did something that actually caused a bit of a panic attack.
I signed up for a 5k run.

Way back when, 'bout 50 weeks ago, I made it a goal that I would run (not walk) a 5k. Smiling, even. Well, I'm going for it. Of course, I'm not quite through the whole couch-to-5k schedule, but in two weeks, I'm scheduled to run for 25 minutes. I figure I can do that during the First Run 2010 run. That way I can maybe salve my conscience about not getting in all the bicycling I wanted to do this year.

The run/walk starts January 1st at Midnight, Portland time, which might seem like it doesn't meet my goal of running this year. However, my new rule is that all goals set for the year are based on Maui time. That means I will still meet my goal to run (okay mostly run) a 5k within the year.

All of the above seems perfectly logical to me (albeit in a slightly twisted fashion, which is par for the course in Merry-land). I did it proper: signed up online before I could change my mind, then told two co-workers so that I couldn't back out. Then spent the rest of the day quivering and angsting.

Why on earth did I go into a panic attack after I signed up for this race? I have no idea. It makes no sense, not even twisted sense. So what if for some reason I don't run every single step of this 5k? Will the world come to an end? Will I get fed up and stop exercising completely? Neither of these two things seems very likely to me, at least not to my conscious mind. My subconscious clearly has a different idea about these things.

Well, if the world comes to an end at New Year's, you have my permission to blame me. I'll understand. Or at least my subconscious will.

Sheesh.

Exercise du jour: Yoga. Lots and lots of nice, calming yoga. With lots of deep breathing.
Fail. Third headache in a week.

I'll never make it to the tabloids

Quotes du jour:
If we insist that public life be reserved for those whose personal history is pristine, we are not going to get paragons of virtue running our affairs. We will get the very rich, who contract out the messy things in life; the very dull, who have nothing to hide and nothing to show; and the very devious, expert at covering their tracks and ambitious enough to risk their discovery.
- Charles Krauthammer

Nora: "I read you were shot five times in the tabloids."
Nick: "It's not true. He never came anywhere near my tabloids."
- The Thin Man

Seems like everyone you read about in news is famous because a) they're really good at something and b) they've made a mess of the rest of their life. Me, I've just made a mess of my house, and I don't have any outstanding abilities re: sports, modeling, or looking blond in front of a camera.

Sigh.

On the other hand, I've still got a shot at catching a wild haggis.

Exercise du jour: I wish I could think up some exciting new workout that will make me famous, but days like this I'm doing good if I can work even a dull workout session in with the regular working/cleaning/sleeping routines.
Yoga, walking, 20 minutes arm exercises with Rania.
Done. Sorta. Did the C25k that I missed yesterday, and half an hour of yoga. Oh, I am doomed. Horrible run, huffing and puffing and glowing redder than a chestnut roasting on an open fire. Doomed, I tell you.

Catching the dream & similar Tuesday delusions

Quote du jour:The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. - Anais Nin

Interesting thing -- although I feel good afterward, I don't enjoy running. Usually. That last session, though, for while I got into a rhythm where I actually felt good; it felt comfortable to move at that pace with that stride.

Then, of course, I had to navigate around an obstacle and lost the cadence. But for a couple minutes at least, I kinda enjoyed myself.

Two more weeks until the end of the year. Any chance of my suddenly losing several pounds in the next fifteen days? Well, anything's possible. Just not especially probable.

Exercise du jour: Week 4 of the C25K

Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:

* Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
* Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
* Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
* Walk 1/4 mile (or 2-1/2 minutes)
* Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
* Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
* Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
Semi-success (or semi-fail) 1/2 hour yoga, an hour and 45 minutes of walking, but the headache is winning out over jogging tonight. Tomorrow. I promise.



Flickr photo:

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Elephants were not a good idea

Huh. Irritating.

So this weekend I was good, and I mean damn good. Ate just under the specified number of points, exercised, slept well. Oh, and gained a pound.

Wait a minute. What was that last bit? That's not supposed to happen!

Update to the Grinch diet: I think Charlotte was right; the incredibly demanding hunger pangs must have been something to do with the hormone cycle. 'Cause right now I have no interest in food at all.

Exercise du jour: Yoga, walking, yeah yeah I'm stuck in a rut here. So I'm going to throw in 20 minutes of arm exercises from Rania's Personal Trainer DVD.
Oi vey. Make that ten minute's worth of arms and another 10 minutes of waist/hip bellydance moves. I'd forgotten how tough her arm exercises were. Damn.
Plus, 40 minutes walking, 60 minutes yoga.

Hey, it's good to try something different. Just ask this guy.

Do I need inspiration before I get perspiration?

So... if I buy the left shoe, I get the matching right shoe for free? Gosh!

Yes, I'm procrastinating by focusing on silly ads rather than concentrating on becoming a thinner, fitter Merry who's going to take over the world.

I'm getting there.

Or I will get there, eventually.

Cold grey day, no incentive to exercise. But so what? I don't need to want to exercise, I just need to get it done.

Quote du jour:
For the novice runner, I'd say to give yourself at least 2 months of
consistently running several times a week at a conversational pace
before deciding whether you want to stick with it. Consistency is the
most important aspect of training at this point.
Frank Shorter

Exercise du jour: Week 4 of the C25K

Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:

* Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
* Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
* Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
* Walk 1/4 mile (or 2-1/2 minutes)
* Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
* Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
* Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)

Done! I've said it before, but some things bear repeating:
1. I did NOT want to work out today.
2. I worked out anyway.
3. I feel pretty darn good right now. Life looks better after a workout.

Ew Moon?

Went to see New Moon the other night. The title appears on the screen one letter at a time. For a moment, the title read "Ew Moon." I'm afraid that was a subliminal message.

At one point I saw my friend, an admitted Twi-hard, checking her watch. As soon as the first credit appeared on the screen, a woman* in the row behind me said "That was terrible." A woman in the row in front of me said, "I should've waited a few months and picked this up out of the $1 bin."

I didn't think it was all bad, though it's never a good sign when a movie has unintentionally funny scenes (Bella and Edward running through the woods). It also had some nice if gratuitous abs. But I wouldn't recommend paying to see it in a theater.

Then again, I now hate watching movies in a theater. I want to get up, move around, stretch a bit, do something, rather than sit still for two hours.

Besides, I tend to make fun of any phenomenon that has tons of rabid fans because I have a death wish an instinctive dislike of anything that tends to attract hordes of screaming fans.
Well, except the Beatles.

Then again, again, a better review would be: New Moon: the LolCats review.


*Most of the audience was made up of women in the 20s and 30s. Very few teenagers.

Exercise du jour: Couch to 5k Week 3 Day 3 Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then do two repetitions of the following:

* Jog 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
* Walk 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
* Jog 400 yards (or 3 minutes)
* Walk 400 yards (or three minutes)
Done. Sorta. Okay, actually it would be more accurate to say 'half done' because I only did half the scheduled jogging. But on the other hand, I just spent two whole solid friggin' hours (and 14 minutes) on the phone with my mother trying to figure out why her all-in-one printer-scanner-WonderMachine wasn't working. And I think I deserve some kind of damn medal for that, so I'm putting the star up and don't you look at me like that, you'd've done the same. So there.



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Half inclined to go back to bed and forget it

Need to bear in mind that it's natural to feel less inclined to work out when it's bloody cold outside. (And inside, unless I wear 20 sweaters or crank the heater up to $$$ levels.)

Even so, it's sad/scary how easily I went without exercise for two days straight. Just didn't wanna. Too cold. Too dark outside. Blah, blah, yada, blah. Too much of that and I'll just get back into the habit of hibernating under a nice warm blankie until March.

Also, I'm wondering about those dang contractors. Yesterday they came by and dug up the street in front of my house for the third time. They keep digging it up and paving it over and then digging it up again. Maybe that's why this time they just left it open and put a metal sheet over it instead. I'm not sure they know quite what they're doing. (Or it's all part of a plot to freeze my pipes, dang it.)

I'm recording all this (well not the water pipe woes, that's just me venting, I mean about the exercise blahs) because I want to track the bad aspects of exercising as well as the good. Off to do some yoga before going to work. Watch this space for a gold star that indicates I've been good.

(There, that should guilt me into working out.)

Finally! Got in a half hour's worth of yoga. Now a bit late for work, but that needed to get done. Plus, an hour's worth of brisk walking just to be a show-off, Marste at lunch and a half hour's worth of yoga to close the day.




Bear cut in half by the painless process of refraction courtesy of

http://www.flickr.com/photos/ucumari/ / CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

Statistics? That's some kind of math thing, right?

Math? No, sorry, I was an English major...

A lot of blogs that I go to include the blogger's vital statistics, e.g. their weight, height, how much they've lost (or gained, in some admirably honest cases). I thought about doing that, but quickly realized it would depress me. Progress is going to be slow, some weeks there won't be any. I don't think I want to be looking at reminders all week that I didn't lose as much as I wanted. It would bring me down.

If you want to know more about me, well, that's easy. This is the Internet, right? No two-way video setup yet. So I feel no shame in telling you that I'm tall and slim, with lithe nubile blond tresses that cascade over my lightly tanned and elegantly clad long and shapely body. Oh yeah, and I've got legs that go on forever, sapphire-blue eyes, and naturally dark and lush eyelashes.

(Thank you God that there is no two-way video monitor system set up yet. I mean, it's possible that someone out there bought all that description and is now totally smitten.)

Update du water pipe: Just had a contractor knock on my door suggesting I leave a water faucet dripping because "there've been some problems with pipes freezing." No, really? It's 9 degrees outside and I've got a piece of plywood covering an exposed water pipe.

Exercise du jour: 60 minutes walking, 60 minutes yoga.
Semi-fail. Or, semi-success, depending on your point of view. Did the c25k run from yesterday and 30 minutes yoga. Trust me, you haven't seen puzzled until you've seen a German Shepherd trying to figure out why her human is attempting pigeon pose.


The Photo: Went looking for a Flickr photo of a typical blond model, but became fascinated by a series of geisha photography from the early 1900s. I'm not sure if they're artistic or autistic; first I liked this photo, then I thought it was strange, then I couldn't decide one way or another.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/24443965@N08/ / CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

One good thing about WW e-tools

Even if you're having a terrible week re food/exercise, at the end of the week all the nasty numbers on the e-tools counter are wiped out and you start afresh. With no guilt.

We'll see what the numbers on the scale say tonight. Am I making progress? Are all my activity points making up for the T-day feast? According to the numbers on the WW e-tools, yes.... We'll see what the scale thinks.

I know I'm being petty, but it really annoys me that my scale always shows me weighing a pound or so less than the official WW scale. I realize I get officially weighed at the end of the day, so there's more weight from the water I drank all day, and I also realize it would probably cause a stampede if I stripped off all my clothes before stepping on the official scale, but even so... it's annoying.

I'm not alone in this -- in the meeting last week, another women mentioned that she used to not drink any water on weigh-in day. We're all suffering from The Biggest Loser issues. Bah! Me, I'm gonna drink, and I don't mean martinis.

Exercise du jour: Couch to 5k Week 3 Day 2 Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then do two repetitions of the following:

* Jog 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
* Walk 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
* Jog 400 yards (or 3 minutes)
* Walk 400 yards (or three minutes)

fail. That's two fails in a row. This is not good.

He's no Hugh Jackman, but even so...

It's not something I ever thought I'd say, but I feel the need for a martini...


Exercise du jour: Two hours walking, one hour yoga. I know, it's not as exciting as racing George to the bar, but it's still exercise.

Update du 9:23 pm: oh, this is looking like a FAIL. It was too damn cold to walk anywhere, and I haven't even done any yoga.

And I don't have a good excuse.

Okay, cramps, cold, oversleeping and overworking, but none of those qualify as good excuses. I'd love to make up something dramatic, but I don't think anyone's going to go for Abducted by Aliens, or Got Hit on the Head, Got Amnesia, and Forgot to Exercise. And I can't think of any better excuses. It's time for some Rationalizations: I've been damn good about exercising. Today just wasn't a good day. Movin' on.

Holidays? Already?

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Um... yeah. I'm going to get started on those Christmas Cards real soon... any day week now...

At least I've got a few weeks to prepare for the Christmas feast.

I mean, there was no way I could avoid Thanksgiving. My friend was so excited about cooking the T-Day fixin's herself for the first time. She's been out of work and depressed about it, also she's been watching waaaaaay too many cooking shows. So there was cranberry relish with orange zest and grand marnier a la Martha, stuffing with something-fattening-done-to-it as recommended by Rachel Ray... you get the idea.

The salad was some sugary concoction of fruit and cool whip. The green bean casserole had been invaded by cheese and caramelized onions. The rolls had been rolled by hand.

Three kinds of dessert.

Four kinds of wine.

Two people eating.

One of whom would have felt slighted if food was skipped.

There was only one thing to do: I decided not to worry about it. I
came, I ate, I wrote down guesstimates.

I figure this week's lesson is on not getting discouraged when life throws a extremely rich chocolate pie in your direction. (Along with an apple upside-down cake, and a pumpkin pie drowned in whipped cream.)

Exercise du jour: Couch to 5k Week 3 Day 1 Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then do two repetitions of the following:

* Jog 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
* Walk 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
* Jog 400 yards (or 3 minutes)
* Walk 400 yards (or three minutes)
Done! Indoors, 'cause it's bloody freezing outside, but done. The pace didn't seem as fast, but hard to tell. (Manuel is useless for judging my speed.) Plus, half hour of yoga.