I haven’t shopped at this Upper East Side-located running store so I don’t know how good it is, but I figure I’ll need socks and bars and other nonsense sometime in the future, so I picked one up. (Note that it’s just that location though.) This is not a sponsored post.
Got a text from my sister the other day: "Um so I just bought myself the Michael Kors bag I said I would buy myself when I lost 15 pounds. Time to hold up my end of the deal!!"
[Thumbnail sketch: My sister lost about 35 pounds in college and since then has been (from what I know) yo-yoing around 5 to 10 more than she would like. In the meantime she’s completed several triathlons and two half-marathons, though, so she’s certainly no slouch. Also, she has been a huge help and inspiration and we’ve come so far from when I was “the smart one” and she was “the cute one.”]
My first thought when I read her text was not “Naughty, naughty!” but “Ooh, I also would like a nice bag.” I never went through and set myself any rewards this time, simply because I and it had failed so many more times. I remember when I was 17 I had a pair of sneakers that I wanted and I used to prop a picture up in front of the stationary bike… I never got the shoes.
Still, within 10 to 15 pounds of my original goal, it’s really tempting to set one, even if I get there and end up losing a few pounds more.
Have you planned yourself a reward for reaching a certain weight? What is it and how did you pick it?
Currently chowing down on some broccoli with parmesan and thinking about my weekend. It was fun, it was stressful, it was a little maddening at times… but it was great to see my family even though sometimes they drive me nuts. And I only got one TSA patdown, not even the new invasive kind!
Strictly by healthy behaviors, the weekend was a mixed bag but offers some room for improvement. For the most part, I think when I was making less nutritionally sound choices, at least I did them consciously — but not in the “Well, I’ll get back to it Monday” sense. Try, “I choose to drink prosecco straight through Thanksgiving lunch with my uncle, because I’m enjoying it and it’s not as if I do this every day.” Despite my oh so clever title, I did make a point of having some kind of fruit or vegetable every day, which is about 90 percent better than last year.
(Side note: I was trying to figure out when “dinner out with my family” came to equate “eat until you’re uncomfortable” in my personal logic. I couldn’t pin it on any event in particular, but I remember doing this at dinners when I was 9 or 10, I mean, eat until you’re stuffed and then order dessert anyway. On vacation this used to happen every night. I mean… how did this become normal? When did my family get so chowcentric?)
Regarding my Turkey Trot: I didn’t do it. GASP! I know. I was talked out of it for one lame and one good reason, the lame reason being that it was in the teens and windy the morning of the Trot — I mean, it would have been cool to be out there anyway! — and the good reason that I was still colded up and having trouble breathing. Yeah, I guess that breathing thing is relevant. Yet I struggled through 3.15 treadmill miles on Thanksgiving, 4 the day after, and on Saturday my dad and Sister the First and I went for a slow jog in the morning through the snow. It was so beautiful and serene! And also, I’m a hippie. But I got all energized about wintery running, and it was worth it for all the ass-planting I’ve been doing today.
And in 3 weeks I’ll probably be ass-planted to this very chair after finishing my first 15K. Glory!!
Sure, Mrs. Palin, it would be really nice if all parents had the time, the discipline and the inclination to teach their kids how to eat healthily. But some don’t! Not because they’re bad parents necessarily, but they may be barely holding it together as it is. (As a non-parent myself, I sure as hell don’t know how it’s done.)
We depend on schools to do a lot of things in loco parentis, like teach our kids to read and how to behave. Even if these kids are eating junk food the other 18 hours a day, at least it isn’t available to them for a little while. If it interferes with your personal parenting philosophy, feed your kids what you want the rest of the time.
(Put another way, I’d hate to see Mrs. Palin’s stance on free public breakfast/lunch programs, in which “the government” decides that children from low-income families should qualify for free meals because their parents are struggling to make ends meet.)
“I firmly believe that every one of us has a “food script” – it could be an anxious dinner table while growing up, grandma’s chocolate chip cookies, forbidden sweets, Sunday dinner, eating to please. In my case, food was an uncomfortable place when I was a child – a father who angered when I didn’t eat everything on my plate and tension at dinner. And as I got older it was a safe, legal way to comfort myself that didn’t lead to a hangover or an arrest for possession.”—Dr. Ramani Durvasula (of “Thintervention,” apparently?)
I’m on West Coast time so we haven’t even popped the wine yet, but I just wanted to let you know that you’re all awesome and I appreciate you for pushing me to be a little bit better. I hope wherever you are, you are happy today.
Less than a pound, says a study among college students at the University of Oklahoma. A New England Journal of Medicine study covering mid-November through January found that the mean difference was also about a pound. In both studies people who were already overweight gained more than those who weren’t.
My trusty peacoat, which fit at my highest weight, is so baggy now that I swear I can feel the wind whistling between it and my other layers. So after a trip to Mood Fabrics (yes really) I sewed a new line of buttons on it so it would fit more snugly. Success!
I know that’s pretty Sewing 101 and it probably looks a little mutated when it’s open, but coats are expensive and that’s money I can use for more fun and adventures. Plus, when I reached into the pocket to sew a button over it I saw a label I’d never seen before that read Life is a journey. Stay warm. Keep dry. Like a fortune cookie of clothing!
Honestly, not to be too casual about it but I’m sick and I’m not taking this number seriously. I’ve been doing all the right things and I’m probably just retaining the fluids I’m using to rehydrate. If I attempt to use this excuse next week though, please come kick my ass.
Extreme example of how you can lose weight without cutting any foods out… from someone who is professionally prevented from doing so. Sample tip at the end: “Go ahead, have a glass of wine.” OKAY IF YOU INSIST.
Even if you aren’t a runner this article is a GEM. It breaks down every week from this week to Christmas and what you should do to keep yourself on your health track (including food and stress-relief suggestions).
The dates are a little off since it was published in 2006, but I’m definitely going to use it as a base to keep my head on straight.
4 miles, 41:34 (10:24 pace). 8:07 PR over the Holiday 4M last year. (That’s really the important stat.)
I guess it’s kind of a self-fulfilling prophecy when you expect a race to suck, and then find no enjoyment in it whatsoever. I tried all my tricks to pull myself out of sulking, and none of them worked, and then I was like “HA HA I was right! This isn’t fun!” I even resorted to talking to myself like a little kid, the “Okay, when you finish we can go to Starbucks and get a peppermint mocha like you wanted!” That didn’t help (and I really didn’t want one at the end, for whatever reason).
Mentally it was not my best effort, but physically I’m still glad I pushed myself. I think I actually felt better while I was running + whining than at the end of the race, where I felt a little out of focus and couldn’t find the bag drop. I came home and shoved myself back into bed — sorry, Productive People of 2010 — and read for a while, and then I was bored with moping and back to myself.
I have some stuff to do around the house, so it’s going to be a relaxing afternoon; I had a banana with peanut butter and am contemplating ordering pad thai later. I think I’m going to jump into a yoga class at 5 even though I haven’t been in forever, but I feel like I need closure.
Great article about finding what keeps you going. If you’ve been reading this tumblog, you’ve seen me find and set several challenges for myself (in addition to the actual 365 workouts challenge) and I think this article covers a big reason why I do that…
I renew my passions regularly. Passion for a day is never enough. You cannot ride the coattails of past passion and expect to find future success
I also love what he says about intensity
A week doesn’t pass without someone asking where I find my motivation. It is as if they think I’m crazy for training so hard. They cannot comprehend it. Meanwhile, I am the one who is truly puzzled. I cannot imagine training without passion. I cannot imagine putting forth a half assed effort. My mindset is very simple. Go hard or go home. It’s an easy choice that I make each day.
You see folks every day on tumblr who hate what they’re doing for workouts… then stop doing them! find a workout that you can’t NOT do, rather than the workout you have to begrudgingly force yourself to do…
find what you love to do, don’t let someone else pick your passion!
Agree 95% (the other 5% being when I know that I’ll love the workout when I finish, it just takes a little push to get in the door).
To be honest I’m not super excited about racing four miles in 37-degree weather tomorrow morning, but running races is what I do… so I’m making a new playlist so I can knock it out.
Here’s my NSV for the day: I finally found a dress to wear to Thanksgiving/ various holiday to-dos. I am that person who will run around the night of the party complaining how I have “nothing to wear,” so it’s actually easier to have one designated seasonally appropriate dress (or even just a sweater or top) and build from there. Not to mention, it reminds me of favorite childhood books like Little Women and Anne of Green Gables where they get one new dress for an occasion and they all get so excited.
Tangent… anyway, I tried on this one red dress with a skinny belt and a tulip hem and I thought Hello, hotness, and that was about settled.
It’s nice to be able to walk into a store, try on a bunch of things and then make an educated choice, instead of always feeling like nothing you wear will look right and letting that spiral into bad feelings. That still happens to me sometimes… but not today.
“I told Twitter I was drunk, I told Foursquare I was drunk, I told Facebook I was drunk…”—My friend’s litany of digital regret after last night. I was not drunk which saved me the telling, but I think we can all relate.
“I didn’t really expect her to touch my vagina through my pants,” said Kaya McLaren, an elementary schoolteacher from Cle Elum, Wash., who was patted down at Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport last Saturday because the body scanner detected a tissue and a hair band in her pocket.”—
"Even passengers who submit to the new body scanners may be subject to a pat-down if the machine detects an anomaly."
This is what happened to me when I flew in October and it was not explained to me clearly at all. (Don’t know why I’m shocked.) After I walked through the scanner the TSA agent told me I had to be patted down because “there might be something under [your] sweatshirt.” UM. Can’t it see through clothes? Isn’t that the point? I guess I should be lucky she only went to second base.
Email me at veggielifecarrie[at]gmail[dot]com with what day/time tends to work best for you, and any location preferences (either karaoke bars you like, or neighborhood that’s most convenient.)
Karaoke is pretty much the most fun thing in the world, and I want to share it with all of you! If you’ve never done karaoke, you should come along anyway. I promise we won’t make you sing if you don’t want to.*
*I can’t promise to keep that promise :) But I can promise you’ll have fun?
Please do this. Doesn’t matter if we haven’t met or you think you’ll look stupid. Shut up, you look great — have you been working out?
“Numerous historians of the F.D.R. years have noted the abysmal meals at the White House. Ernest Hemingway, invited to dinner at the White House in 1937, said that the food was the worst he’d ever eaten. “We had rainwater soup, followed by rubber squab, a nice wilted salad and a cake some admirer had sent in. An enthusiastic but unskilled admirer,” he wrote to his mother-in-law. He added that he now understood why the journalist Martha Gellhorn ate three sandwiches at the Newark airport while they were waiting for their flight. She dined wit the Roosevelts frequently and told him that everybody in Washington knew the rule - when you’re invited to the White House, eat before you go.”—“The First Kitchen: Eleanor Roosevelt’s Austerity Drive” by Laura Shapiro - The New Yorker
“Our cultural relationship with food isn’t healthy, and the constant cries of “Obesity epidemic!” aren’t doing anything to make it healthier. I have a theory (which I’m sure no one has ever thought of before) about how it’s this complicated cycle based around consumer culture—the best way to market something is to create a need, and the best way to create a need is to make your target audience feel crummy, and the easiest way to make people feel crummy is to make them feel like they aren’t attractive enough. So everybody (especially women) walks around thinking they aren’t nearly as perfect as they need to be, and when you feel bad, hey, who doesn’t want to buy crap? Especially junk food that will provide that brief rush of greasy satisfaction, to be followed by the hours of shame for indulging, and then it’s time for more junk food because, God, you are such a horrible person, right? You were supposed to be so perfect, and here you are, finishing off your second bag of Flipz Chocolate Covered Pretzels tonight.”—From a surprisingly nuanced take on “The Biggest Loser” by Zack Handlen of The A.V. Club.
Today I’m going to tell you my actual weight, because the only person I would actually rather die than tell is my mom and she doesn’t know what a Tumblr is.
This morning I stepped on the scale and it read 162.4. I’ll save you the math: My highest weight, which I can barely write even now, was 235 pounds. My BMI was high enough to qualify me for gastric bypass if I had wanted one (whole other post there) and I never exercised. (I also ate a fair amount of junk, but not as thoroughly terribly as you’d think… whole other post there as well.) That was in December of 2008.
Today I weigh 162.4 pounds and I’m okay with that, even if I am trying to lose a little more. I’m excited that I am going to run from my apartment to the office, a stunt that to be timely I have dubbed the Four Loko Memorial 12K (note: not that I endorse OR even have tried it). I don’t always sleep better but I slept like a friggin’ rock last night. Life is pretty good and I’m working on the things that aren’t.
I also like piña coladas but no longer like getting caught in the rain. What? I had to end this somewhere.
Lost in November: 6.6/ In 2010: 32.2/ Total: 72.6. And I’m 5’4”.
Here’s a cool off-Tumblr read if you are having a slow day. I had dinner at a family friend’s this week and one of the guests was telling me about this guy who wrote a travel blog about how he ran across Europe last summer, so like a dork I filed it away and looked it up when I got home. The pictures and the stories are amazing!