Monday, September 14, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Hurdle
I wrote about this over on my other blog already, but I feel like I need to write here, too. I'm facing a hurdle, again, six months after I cleared the first one. What sucks the most is that it's the same hurdle, and it's one over which I have absolutely no control.
My C-section incision seems to have ruptured a second time, leaving me with another hernia. This one's larger than the first, and as of this morning, it's WAY more painful. I stood up this morning and immediately felt an excruciating, burning pain shoot from the area of the hernia, across my whole incision, down my leg, and up to my ribs. I almost fell over. After staggering around for a few minutes, and calling my doctor's office, I had to get in touch with Hubs and have him come home. He drove me to the doc, who said, "Yep, it's another hernia" and scheduled me for a surgical consult on the 15th. Until then, I'm out of commission. No work, no intense workouts, no heavy lifting.
I'm trying very, very hard not to let this break me. I can still walk, I can still get up and move. I don't have to lay in bed for a month. But DAMMIT...why is this happening AGAIN? I'm so frustrated...and this frustration, I can't run out.
My C-section incision seems to have ruptured a second time, leaving me with another hernia. This one's larger than the first, and as of this morning, it's WAY more painful. I stood up this morning and immediately felt an excruciating, burning pain shoot from the area of the hernia, across my whole incision, down my leg, and up to my ribs. I almost fell over. After staggering around for a few minutes, and calling my doctor's office, I had to get in touch with Hubs and have him come home. He drove me to the doc, who said, "Yep, it's another hernia" and scheduled me for a surgical consult on the 15th. Until then, I'm out of commission. No work, no intense workouts, no heavy lifting.
I'm trying very, very hard not to let this break me. I can still walk, I can still get up and move. I don't have to lay in bed for a month. But DAMMIT...why is this happening AGAIN? I'm so frustrated...and this frustration, I can't run out.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Weekly Habit
Smith went through my food journal on Saturday and pretty much decided this week's habit for me: Eat smaller, lighter meals, and eat consistently from day to day.
He told me that my eating is "all over the place." One day, I have a good solid three meals, and then the next day, it's an Odwalla bar and espresso until dinner time. Not good. So, since Saturday, I've been having oatmeal and fruit for breakfast, salad with chicken for lunch, and a balanced dinner. It's made a big difference so far -- I don't feel like I'm on the starving/full roller coaster.
Something else I've noticed is that my skin is starting to clear up a little. I've never had acne, or even what I'd call "bad" skin, but I do get the occasional chin or nose tumor. I think it's a combination of increased water intake and then sweating on a regular basis. (And I got one of those Neutrogena Wave thingies, but that's a whole 'nother post.)
He told me that my eating is "all over the place." One day, I have a good solid three meals, and then the next day, it's an Odwalla bar and espresso until dinner time. Not good. So, since Saturday, I've been having oatmeal and fruit for breakfast, salad with chicken for lunch, and a balanced dinner. It's made a big difference so far -- I don't feel like I'm on the starving/full roller coaster.
Something else I've noticed is that my skin is starting to clear up a little. I've never had acne, or even what I'd call "bad" skin, but I do get the occasional chin or nose tumor. I think it's a combination of increased water intake and then sweating on a regular basis. (And I got one of those Neutrogena Wave thingies, but that's a whole 'nother post.)
Monday, September 7, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Okay, Seriously?!
I like running.
(I may retract that statement after tomorrow's workout with Smith. You know, the one we're doing AT A TRACK? Where people RUN?)
It's hard, really hard; I huff and puff and my ass hurts and sometimes my stomach feels like it's about to fling itself out of my mouth in protest, and it feels like there's bricks where my calf muscles should be. I get hot and sweaty and the blood pounds in my ears and behind my eyes and I think to myself DEAR GOD HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS FOR 26.2 MILES?
But I like it.
(I may retract that statement after tomorrow's workout with Smith. You know, the one we're doing AT A TRACK? Where people RUN?)
It's hard, really hard; I huff and puff and my ass hurts and sometimes my stomach feels like it's about to fling itself out of my mouth in protest, and it feels like there's bricks where my calf muscles should be. I get hot and sweaty and the blood pounds in my ears and behind my eyes and I think to myself DEAR GOD HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS FOR 26.2 MILES?
But I like it.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Doable
I have learned a very important lesson:
DO NOT BE A SMARTASS WITH YOUR TRAINER.
Smith called last night to set up a a time to train together this coming Saturday. In the course of the conversation, I told him that his wife (a friend of mine) told me he thought I was "cheating" by eating a banana for breakfast instead of what I serve the Hubs (bacon and eggs). "I'm NOT cheating!" I insisted.
He seems to think I've completely revamped my eating habits (something he specifically told me NOT to do) and that I'm "fighting dirty" by feeding Hubs more food than I eat. Not true -- I'm just not a big breakfast person. I got a little whiny with him, and tried to get off the phone by telling him I had to go do my second half-mile run for the day. "Oh? Well why don't you go ahead and add another quarter mile to that."
Blargh. But here's something amazing: I DID THE FREAKIN' THREE-QUARTERS OF A MILE. Not a big deal to the super-fit. To me? Huge deal. I ran all of it, no walking, no stopping, not even for the first tenth of a mile where I usually walk to warm up (I did a slow jog instead). And when I was done, it occurred to me for the first time that if I can run a mile, I can run three miles, and that's a 5K. Holy achievable goal, Batman!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Habit
This week's habit: Run a half mile, twice a day.
I started this on Sunday, and so far I've done it every day. Well, except for yesterday -- I let the day get away from me, and ended up trying to do both runs after dinner. It didn't go too well. I was tired, and my dinner was sloshing around in my stomach. Bleh! This morning's run wasn't too great either. I felt like there were big bricks where my calves should be. But I did it, I did my half mile.
Afterwards, while I was fixing breakfast for everybody, I got into a spat with the Hubs. I don't really even know why, but I do know that as I got more and more frustrated with him, all I wanted to do was go get back on the treadmill. I guess the whole "run it out" thing is starting to take hold.
I started this on Sunday, and so far I've done it every day. Well, except for yesterday -- I let the day get away from me, and ended up trying to do both runs after dinner. It didn't go too well. I was tired, and my dinner was sloshing around in my stomach. Bleh! This morning's run wasn't too great either. I felt like there were big bricks where my calves should be. But I did it, I did my half mile.
Afterwards, while I was fixing breakfast for everybody, I got into a spat with the Hubs. I don't really even know why, but I do know that as I got more and more frustrated with him, all I wanted to do was go get back on the treadmill. I guess the whole "run it out" thing is starting to take hold.
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