Fickle Scales February 3, 2009

So I gently, lightly step on the scale this morning, as if the softer I tread  the lighter I’ll be, and glory, glory  it records a one pound loss.  I double check… still one pound.  Right on.!! So then I, uh, use the toity (sorry it’s just part of the story)… I then decide to hop on the scale one more time afterwards just for kicks (read: reassurance) and it now records only a .5 pound loss?!?!?!

 

I’m going with the one pound loss.

 

In other news I’ve been home the last 2 days with sick kids.  :(  My son can barely talk and sometimes it’s hard for him to breath and my daughter has had an on again off again fever.  Last night it was 102.4.   Me and the husband are fine so far… but I feel that something’s brewing.  Such is life.  :)

Somebody Help Me February 3, 2009

I’m eating like a mad woman.  Can anyone say cereal addiction?

Off To a Good Start February 1, 2009

It is the end of January and I’m leaving it on a good note.  I lost 6 pounds total for the month.  Also yesterday I ran — and I still can’t believe it — 2.81 miles in 27.49 minutes.  Which averaged 9:54 minutes per mile.  I don’t know.  I wonder if I messed up on my timer or something.  It was a good run but I’ve never ran under 10.  Either way it was a good run and felt good.  But my legs were so sore afterward.

 

Here’s to a good start to 2009.

Always Nervous Before a Run January 29, 2009

Why is that?  Yesterday I was so nervous my heart was thumping hard.  I think well maybe it’s because I’m afraid I’ll do “bad”.  I’m afraid my legs will hurt and I’ll have to stop.  I’m afraid I’ll wimp out.  Yesterday I ran 3.1 miles and it was hard nearly the entire time.  The rest of the day I was toast.  Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of too.  Tiredness?  

 

I love the feeling of pushing through it though and coming out the other side having accomplished another challenging run.  I’m trying to apply that to all areas of my life.  This running adventure has been helpful in that aspect.  I’ve usually been one to putter out prematurely.  I think God has some life lessons He wants to teach me through running which is fine by me.  I need all the help I can get.  :)

Celebrating a Loss. January 28, 2009

I lost 1/2 pound this week.  Yay.  I really am glad for this half pound.  My game is so mental and even a smidge in the right direction keeps my spirits up.  I can’t wait to watch Biggest Loser later tonight with my man.

A couple more firsts today. January 27, 2009

Today was a fun day! I took my kids to a nearby children’s museum for the first time ever. I heard about this place when my son was just a toddler but have never gone. Today we went and had a blast. My kids so enjoyed themselves and didn’t want to leave. I heard my daughter’s belly laugh, the one I haven’t heard since Disneyland as she went down the big, long, spiral tube slide. So cute!

 

After that they were in the best mood. My daughter was so spastic but in a non-annoying, very cute way. She was really sweet. My son was his even keel, pleasant self but happy and silly. We hit Taco Bell afterward and for a treat we went inside as opposed to the drive thru. Going inside is a fun, big deal for them. Just the 3 of us.

 

Later after I picked up my husband from wrestling club I dropped them all off at home and I went to a sweet lady’s house who’s teaching me to sew and finished my project I started last week. My first sewing project was a bag. I’m very proud of my little accomplishment. =)

 

No workout today, which is OK because I did workout yesterday and my legs really hurt today. I only ran a 1/2 mile yesterday and then stopped actually because I had to use the potty… uh… and then I was glad I did because my shins and lower legs were aching. So then I did a mild elliptical workout for 26ish minutes or so.

 

Today my legs ache and it’s a little discouraging. I’m hoping to get a run in tomorrow but kind of scared. They didn’t hurt at all for the 4 mile run and now they do. Maybe they are just sore from the run but gosh I’m wondering if my legs will ever just get used to running? I’d like to run 4x a week but I’m not sure if that’s going to happen.

 

So today was a fun, busy day. Oh and really cold. If I ever, ever get my camera fixed I’ll post a pic of my first sewing project.

 

Until next time.

A First January 25, 2009

Today I ran 4.1 miles in 45 minutes.  First time I’ve ran over 3.5 miles.  It felt so good.  It was a good run as opposed to a run where I felt tired the whole time.   I was really looking forward to this run but, as always, the closer it got I got nervous.  So weird.  I just have a little apprehension before every run now or even workouts sometime.  I wonder if that’ll go away?  But I’m feeling good for having run that today.  During my run I was thinking of when I was doing the couch to 5K running plan and when I was running 30 second increments.  It a good feeling knowing how far I’ve come.  Oh and a really good sign today was that my shins did NOT hurt at all.  Thank you Lord.   

 

So I was talking with my husband last night about running a race with me.  When he first said he would he said he’d run with me.  But I told him last night that I do want him to run the race with me but I want him to run his own pace.  I think mentally it would hinder me having him run at a snail’s pace next to me (it’d make me feel wimpy knowing he’s not even breaking a sweat).  But I’d love having him there doing his own thing and meet me at the finish line.    That way it’s a fun challenge for both of us too.  He can push himself and run as fast as he wants and see how well he does and me too. 

 

So right now our son is wrestling.  Haven’t heard yet how he’s doing.  Jake’s on call that’s why we can’t be there.  We’re getting ready to go to our home group (through church).  I always love home group.  And we’re having taco salads and I’m going to enjoy every single bite.  Ha ha. 

 

Onward!

Rambling On January 24, 2009

Not much new.  Been a little over come by cravings lately.  Yesterday I gave in and had Skittles and ice cream.  The ice cream hit the spot.  The skittles did not.  I also did not get a work out in.  :(  Oh well today was a new day and I’m doing ok today and plan on getting  a work out in tonight.

 

I definitely prefer running outside but haven’t been able to lately.  And I don’t run in the dark.  I’m too chicken.  I was telling my husband that I hate working out in the gym and he was like, “really?”–he’s a self-described gym rat.  He prefers the gym.  But I do it.   Tomorrow I’m supposed to run for 45 minutes.  I’m a little nervous for it but confidant I can do it.  I will do that outside hopefully in the morning sometime.  

 

I’m uncertain if I’ll sign up for the 2/1/09 3 mile race.  I’m super duper nervous.  The thought is really freaking me out.  So I may wait.  Jake said he’d run it with me but still.  My main deal is that I’m pretty sure I’ll come in near last, if not last…and that scares me.  I know I’ll feel good just finishing and running my first race and all but I’m having a mental block and not sure if I want to over come it right now.  

 

Working out is becoming something I look forward to.  I still don’t feel comfortable in the gym (doesn’t help living in a college town) but it’s really becoming a release to me.  I’m a normally anxious/depressive person and I’m finding getting a work out in is becoming a drug.  In a good natural way.   

 

In Whisfam news my son will be wrestling tomorrow.  We’re not actually going.  He’s going with his cousin.  I’m not sure why we’re not going–my husband must be busy (we communicate really well) but he’s going.  He’s spending the night tonight with him.  They’ll have a ball.

 

I went to book club today with 3 lovely friends.  We’re reading The Power of a Praying Parent.  I’m meeting with 3 women and between them they have 12 kids and one on the way.  And they all homeschool.  I have my itty bitty 2 kids and they’re in school.  But the diversity is good.  The kids range in age from almost 12 (Brooke correct me if I’m wrong) to 1.  So we all can glean from each other much wisdom, experience, and tips in addition to sharing struggles and joys, funny stories and prayers.  I’m looking forward to the weeks ahead.

 

So that’s all for now.  My brain isn’t thinking too much right now.  Until next time.

From Blah to Blessed in a Few Short Hours January 21, 2009

For most of the day being “blah” it sure ended on an upbeat positive note.  It didn’t start so blah.  After seeing my kids and husband off this morning I had coffee with a girlfriend of mine.  It was a pleasant time of catching up and drinking coffee.  But when I got home the blah cloud moved over my head and didn’t leave until my kids got home.  

 

All day I could fill anxiety building up inside of me.  My son has (had) a PILE of homework from being sick 2 days last week with the stomach flu.  When I try to work with me he’s a mess of tears and I’m a ball of anxiety which rapidly turns to anger.  But when my husband works with him something clicks and they get it done light years faster than I and my son can manage.  So my husband had said the night before that he’d work with him this evening.  I couldn’t wait.  I planned to get out of the house and go release my pent up frustrations at the gym on the treadmill.

 

And that I did.  I was looking forward to it all day.  Now that I workout more regularly it’s like my body is expecting it and looks forward to that release.  But as I walked towards the gym my enthusiasm waned and I muttered, “I hate running.”  Then I said, “no you don’t.”  I knew then I had a mental block to overcome during this workout.  

 

Today I started out with something new.  I warmed up with a slow jog instead of a walk.  And a quarter mile into it I was not wanting to do it.  But I told myself this is now when I must do it.  Just because, I don’t want to.  About 15 minutes into I finally felt better.  And when I was done I felt great.  Well I felt great about my workout but not about the way I looked.  When I workout my face gets red as a tomato and it’s very embarrassing to me.  But I knew that was another thing I had to push out of my mind and keep working out.  All in all I ran 2.5 miles and did the elliptical for 15 minutes.  

 

When I got home my son, thanks to my husband’s help, was almost done with his pile.  I couldn’t believe it.  That would’ve taken me days, literally.  I was so impressed.  And then it was such a clear picture to me of partnership in marriage in action.  It was an area that I just couldn’t do and Caed and I couldn’t do together as well as they could together.  But Jake and him could and they did.  For that I was so thankful.  I was proud of my son working so hard and my husband taking out the whole evening and motivating and encouraging my son through page after page.  

 

And last but not least….  I’ve lost 4 pounds altogether with 3.5 this week!  Today was my “weigh in”.  (I picked Biggest Loser days.) What a good feeling to finally see my hard work pay off.  And only 2 of that was stomach flu weight.  Ha ha.    

 

My day ended with my daughter reading to me, my son eating a chunk of corn bread and honey before bed, and my husband and I sitting here playing with our techy gadgets and winding down.  A great ending to a “blah” day.

Good Mood to Fired Up Mad in 3.1 Miles. January 20, 2009

This actually isn’t a running post.  I was being tricky with the title but it’s not entirely false.  Today started off great.  My husband –sweet guy that he is — encouraged me to sleep in.  He said he’d get the kids ready and take them to the bus.  Cool!  I wake up about 8:30 and pour me a bowl of cereal.  Cute, wordy, long story later, my husband walks in the living room and confesses he has the day off!  He asks me what kind of mocha I want and off he goes.  And to add to the good news (for us) the kids had school because they are making up snow days.  So we got the whole day to hang out together.  

 

Fast forward to 3:30pm.   I pick up the kids from the bus by myself.  We begin driving to ballet (here’s where the 3.1 miles comes in).  My daughter then remembers something she wanted to bring home to show me but left on the shelf above her coat… Not good.  I felt really bad for her because it was something she was so proud of.  But she wanted me to head back to the school to get it.  Well I couldn’t because we were headed to ballet and her school is 20 minutes away.  So instead of cry she throws an all out fit/tantrum/freak out!

 

I threaten no ballet.  She stops.  3.23 seconds later she revs the engines again.  I’m grasping here for anything, “Kenna it’ll be there tomorrow.  No one will take it the lost and found.  I’ll email your teacher.  You can bring it to me tomorrow.  Voice raising… I know you are sad but YOU DO NOT HAVE TO THROW A FIT.  THAT’S IT I’M PULLING OVER… NO BALLET!!!”

 

I pull over.  Kenna:  ”ok mama I’ll stop, I’ll stop, I’m sorry, one more chance.”  Actual silence.   Ok fine.  I pull out and head another .21 miles and Mt. St. Kenna blows.    

 

Me:  THAT’S IT!  NO BALLET!  WE’RE GOING HOME #$#%#$%#$%$# (not really but mad enough I could’ve).  My son is now crying in the back seat.  Caed:  ”We’ve never had this bad of a time before.”  Kenna (screaming/bawling):  I’m so sorry mommy, one more chance. NO. NO. NO.”  We turn around and go home.   And even though ballet is stinken expensive and she missed seeing her cousin.  I knew we had to do it.  

 

So we got home and the kids went in the house with Jake.  I sat on the porch and cried and breathed and tried to get my wits about me.   Later I went in and snuggled with my daughter and she calmed down.  We ate dinner, made some easy bake oven cookies.  And then they all went to scouts and I went to a sewing group.  Which was just what I needed to get my mind off things, unwind, and breath.  

 

And I almost finished a bag.