i just want to curl up on the couch in the blanket my mom knitted me and watch the biggest loser with my dinosaur of a laptop acting like a furnace on my knees. i want my laundry to be done and clothes folded in my cloest. i want to eat a healthy dinner and not want a desert. i want to be warm, and cozy with a hot tea on the coffe table. i want to get 12 hours of sleep and wake up before my alarm…
However I did maintain my weight!! (and that deserves a little victory dance, right?!? RIGHT?) I also saw, with my very own eyes, the scale flick to 154!! but then sadly it settled on 156… Stupid scale gods taunting me…
I suppose it could it be the 4 pints of beer from Monday night? Or it could be the fuzzy peaches consumed for lunch yesterday? Or perhaps it was the cotton candy I consumed at the SYTYCD concert last night?
Truth be told I’ve ventured away a little this week from points, and weight watchers, and points and counting things, and points. Apparently running DOES NOT EQUAL consume more food. I did, however put forth a valiant effort trying to figure out my points each day in my head, and have strongly learnt that I have to record my points on paper/Internet, otherwise? I l.o.s.e.
Tonight I’ll be running 10k and starting hill training. Yes; yes you read that right. Hill (as in up hill) and training (as in holy shit I’m going to die). I hope you’re as excited as I am to get less jiggle in my gluteus maximus area.
I’d say, ‘hill training is going to be epic,’ but sadly I think more like my slow painful (perhaps epic) death. Le sigh.
Tonight? Drinks at Ki to welcome the new people to the office. I legitimately am not feeling that well so I think I’ll stick to my diet coke, however I may get a martini or two to celebrate yesterday’s run. Why? Because that’s just how I roll…
Boy from Date Night asked me out again. Officially. Dinner this week. I said yes. Simply put? I wasn’t sure how to say no. I didn’t want to be mean. Fat girls never learnt these things growing up…
Tomorrow night? SYTYCD Tour!! Wahoo! Be Jealous! God, I’m even jealous of myself.
I realized I signed up for the Toronto 1/2 in October because I could already feel myself thinking I didn’t need to run anymore. Yes.. I am that lazy.
I swear I’ll update my Weight Watchers blog soon! I swear! I’ve just been a little busy with you know… actual work. I’ve got lots of food photos to add including my delicious carb-a-rific meal the night before the run. Hmm guilty free white pasta.
So I’ve been putzing around all day, enjoying life, dogs, horses, food, and my new book in preparation for tomorrow morning.
My outfit is laid out, my bib is pinned on, my ‘to-do list slash don’t-be-an-idiot-and-forget list’ is on the fridge, my nails are painted bright pink (i’m not superstitious, but I swear the pink will bring me luck), the body glide is counting down the minutes until it graces my arms, my camera is charged, and my iPod is waiting patiently for its new tunes.
Right now? Oh how kind of you to ask… my feet are up, I’m catching up with my lover, TiVo (office, grey’s, 90210, antm, sytycs.. whoa), and downloading music to keep my legs moving tomorrow morning.
I’m still sitting here. It’s been over 40minutes, yet I continue to sit.
I need to run, but simply put? I just don’t want to. I’m feeling so lazy and suddenly very self conscious the world will see me and my fat jiggle down the street.
You know, I wasn’t feeling that well this morning… Don’t want to over do my running… Perhaps I could run tomorrow morning, I should probably get up really early Fri and Sat anyways in preparation… I should do luandry and clean, I’m hungry, it’s going to get dark soon, I don’t have clean a clean running shirt,
I’m hoping to… be in or near the 130s, have completed the finance course I’m working on, own a sexy-as-hell pair of knee high boots, run a 1/2 marathon, own a red jacket, paid off my debt, be more confident, have a trip booked to Miami for the spring…
I want to try running outside today, as opposed to on the treadmill, but I’m afraid I’ll look like an ass…
Everyone looks like an ass running.
Go for it!
When was the last time you were driving around and made fun of someone for running? It doesn’t happen.
Trust me; I’ve now been running on the streets of NYC for about five months now. There are people who run ‘weirder’ than you do. I have seen it all, including one man I see regularly who sports a shiny silver sweat suit (like wrestlers sport when they’re trying to lose weight), a walkman, and a sweet ass jheri curl complete with sweat band.
After years of treadmill running because of a knee injury (concrete = high impact), I recently started running around our new neighborhood and LOVE it. My knee feels fine, and this morning I really regretted reverting back to the treadmill since the weather looked so icky. Boring as hell, I tell ya. I didn’t run as fast or as far, but I was conscious of every slow-moving second. Rain or shine, I’ll be back outside on Thursday.
When I started running I felt like the Michelin tire man running down the street, it was horrific at first. I felt like people were staring at every lump and bulge (and let me tell you there were plenty!) on my body. I also hated people seeing me and thinking, “oh she must be trying to lose weight." Every day was a struggle to run.
And then one day it hit me, no body cared about me running; Not even a little bit, not even at all.
“In running, it doesn’t matter whether you come in first, in the middle of the pack, or last. You can say, ‘I have finished.’ There is a lot of satisfaction in that.”—~Fred Lebow, New York City Marathon co-founder.
I really like this quote. Like, a lot. I feel I’m going to come in last this Sunday, so I keep having to remind myself just the simple act of finishing the 21 kilometers will be a huge accomplishment for me. Ps I am soo, sooo, sooo very nervous
So… umm yea… my boss just emailed me the below. It’s a short bio about me for some presentation I’m doing later this month. OMIGOD you guys!! he included ‘running’ as a regular activity of mine! I NEVER thought I’d see the day…
ps he really should have included, “E enjoys food, blogging, high heels, cupcakes and sleeping” in there too…
E was born and raised in Pretoria, South Africa and moved to New Zealand when she was 12. When she was 15, her family moved to Toronto where she has been ever since. After completing high school in 2003 at ———, E attended Queen’s University where she spent her first year of school in London, England studying applied economics.
E joined ———- in October of 2007 and since then has become licensed with the Investment Industry Regulator Organization of Canada (IIROC) and is currently working towards her Wealth Management Essentials course.
When she’s not in the office E enjoys horse riding, reading, running and spending time with family and friends.
It was actually a terrible run (I blame the Jillian Michael’s DVD for this - my calves were in so much pain), but nonetheless I did the entire thing. My iPod died on me half way, so Im not sure my exact time, but I think it was over 2h 20.
Also, HUGE shout out to Ben (of BenDoesLife fame) for doing 20k this morning in 1h 49!!! Incredible.
Now? Shower, food, laundry, dinner and ice-cream with a boy.