Suck It, Sparkpeople.com.

Alright, I've given up on Sparkpeople.com. The food tracker sucks, the exercise tracker sucks, it all pretty much just...sucks. I hate it when I think I've found something useful and it turns out to be a big waste of time.

I'm just going back to my low-tech, Smith-approved food journal. Yep, my little red notebook. That is, until Lose It is available for the Blackberry...bwahahahahaha!

Night & Day

I didn't get much rest last night, so I decided to sleep in rather than bust out a run before work. ("Sleeping in" means getting up at four instead of three, so don't get too jealous.) What a farking mistake THAT was. I have felt like 100% ass all morning. No energy, no focus, no oomph! at all. It sucks. So, lesson learned there. Even if I think I'll be tired, I'm going to run anyway. If this is how it feels not to run, by God, BRING ON THE RUNNING.

I talked to Smith about it when he called to check in today. During the course of our conversation, he told me he wasn't happy about me signing up for that 5K. He had planned to sneak me into a longer run without me knowing it, like "Hey, let's go for a jog!" and then telling me "You know you just ran three miles?" when we were done. I feel kind of bad. I see what the point is to doing it his way -- no pressure, and a big confidence boost. I'm still doing the 5K, though. It's a good goal for me, I think, and it has lit a bit of a fire under my heiny. Oh well. I'm sure he still has lots of other wonderful surprises in store for me. And by wonderful, I mean painful and possibly barf-inducing.

Spark!

I was looking for a good calorie counter/exercise tracking app for my Blackberry yesterday. When I discovered that Lose It (the one I really wanted) is only available for the iPhone, I was a little disappointed. But then I stumbled onto SparkPeople.com. My friend Luce had told me about this site a while ago, and I'd completely forgotten about it. Well, they have all the trackers I need, and more.

One of the cool things about this site is that they help you set specific goals, something I really suck at (just ask Smith). I tend to be very vague and/or overambitious. I think it's easier to quit if you're not specific. The things I'm focusing on this week are water consumption (I've been slacking), exercise, and tracking my calories. I think this will be a good compliment to what I'm already doing with Smith.

Smith is out of town this week, which is kind of a bummer. I've gotten back on track with my running after that month of inactivity, and I was looking forward to starting with weights this week. Of course, there's a good chance he'll read this, and I'll get a text message saying something like "Aww, you miss me? ADD A HALF MILE TO YOUR RUN."

Speaking of running...I took a big leap yesterday and signed up for my very first 5K run. My dear darling Peggy talked me into it, and this post from Sundry, one of my favorite bloggers ever, was extremely inspirational. I do need to take on something ass-kicking, something I think is impossible. I need a goal, and a deadline.

So, on December 5th, I'll be doing my truffle shuffle around the local university campus. Hopefully I don't die. Or barf. But if I do, at least it'll be for a good cause!

228.8

Whew. Yes, I'm relieved. After the way I ate this weekend (Halloween themed baby shower...oof!) I'm not upset about not losing weight this week. The leftover cake went in the trash yesterday, and the leftover candy is going to work with the Hubs today. No more!

Panty Raid

I've been holding on to a few pieces of maternity wear for too long now. They're so comfy; broken in, a little baggy. They accommodate my post-baby belly flap so nicely. Not my maternity jeans, or work pants, or even stretchy pants -- I'm talking about my underwear.

For about two years, I've been rocking these granny panties. You know, the ones that come all the way up to your bra and have leg holes that come down around mid-thigh? I was warned during my pregnancy that it'd be hard to let them go, these belly-warmers. But I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror a couple of weeks ago, and MAN. Me in huge underpants? DEFINITELY NOT BOOM BOOM SEXY TIME.

So, in hopes of feeling slightly better about how I look in my underroos, I decided to order some new ones and bid farewell to my grannies. I was tempted to have an official retirement ceremony and burn them, but Hubs told me the last thing he wanted was to have the fire department here putting out an underpants blaze. Because seriously, with my luck, I'd burn the damn house down.

Powered by Natural Gas

Smith has me taking a whole bunch of supplements: some for my joints, some for my heart, some to make my blood a little less sludge-like. An unexpected side-effect of these has been ridiculous, gut-busting farts. The Hubs, of course, finds this hilarious, even going so far as to tell me he was so proud of a late-night toot that roused him from his sleep that he wanted to wake me up and give me a round of applause. Kid also finds it extremely funny, and I'm a little ashamed to admit that I've been enjoying his "ZOMG MOMMY FARTED!" face.

That's probably more about my intestinal activities than you ever wanted to know, but it doesn't stop there. I've also got a case of what I like to call "El Poopo Negro." All my vitamins and the fact that I'm eating better mean that I'm getting a lot more iron in my diet. And what does that do to our poopies, boys and girls? If you don't know the answer, go take an iron supplement and call me in the morning. (The only thing more startling than a Poopo Negro is a post-red velvet cake poop -- just ask my boss.)

My apologies if I've grossed anyone out. I've never been shy about talking shit. :)

228.8

I'm totally content with a .4 gain after the last week. I was a complete and total lazy fatass.

This morning, however, I got up at 3 AM so that I could run before work. That's right. THREE IN THE MORNING, PEOPLE.

Hiatus

It occurred to me last night that I'd completely flaked and forgotten to post on either one of my blogs yesterday. I'm not sure if my priorities have shifted a bit, or if I just don't have anything to write about at the moment. Either way, I'm going to take a brief hiatus from actively posting on either blog (here or 3 Days in October). This'll give me time to deal with some changes around the house, including my return to work and a lot of computery switcheroo-ness (Hubs got a new laptop and thus we're reorganizing everything).

See you next Monday!

Weekly Habit

I'm finding myself severely lacking in the motivation department this week. I have a few ideas for things I could change this week (cut out sugar, increase veggie consumption, etc.) but I haven't done anything different so far. All I really want to do is lay on the couch like a blob and do nothing.

I don't want to give up. I can't give up. I won't give up.

Maybe that's all I can do this week -- don't give up.

Request

Someone, please come kick me in the ass. All I feel like doing today is laying on the couch and eating leftovers. Blargh!

228.4

Yes! And I get to start working out again this week. Yahoooooooo!