I've been pretty quiet here. I'm engaged with my real life and it's very hard to be introspective or self reflective when I'm go go going all the time. It also makes it harder to plan to eat well and make time for exercise- real exercise, not just errands and housework.
But there is something else going on here and I think it's rooted deep inside my reptile brain, down so far below my consciousness that it takes real time and effort to dig it out and shed some light on it to see what's going on.
It's Fall, and Winter is not far away, and we're all gonna die if we don't build a nest to crawl into, if we don't fatten up and slow down to conserve energy, and get about four months of sleep.
This happens to me every Fall, and this year it slammed into my energy and motivation like [insert truck-based metaphor here].
I had a really busy weekend, but what was I doing? Nesting, mostly. Decorating my girl's room, and sitting in a brief period of sunshine soaking it in, blinking lazily like a basilisk, instead of charging up and down the soccer sideline shouting encouragement as I usually do.
Accountability? That's for long days of sunshine, not for chill grey days when it's still dark when the alarm goes off and we're making dinner after sunset.
Exercise? The need to move? Fighting my pineal gland's imperative, I just had a stroll around the block. It's grey but not actively drizzling, and I think at least I got today's vitamin D. It was light enough for my glasses to darken, so I took them off to fight against the SAD. I'm better for stretching my legs, but have to do better still to get that downward trajectory on the scale.
- iPhone uPdate
Monday, September 27, 2010
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Sunday, September 19, 2010
What are the Odds?
The coffee is on the timer. The alarm is set. Clothes are both packed and laid out. All I need to do is roll out the door with shoes on and coffee in hand, to arrive at work in time to use the gym there before the office.
For years I said I hated the idea of going to the gym in the morning because I'd have to get dressed and go out twice, including getting ready for work in a locker room. Now I am going regularly to a gym a mile away very early, for an appointment with a trainer. I manage to leave the house 25 minutes after the alarm goes off, and I return home (three minutes drive) to get ready for work in my comfortable and familiar surroundings.
But I want more aerobic activity, and the same logic that drove me to schedule appointments at six in the morning is compelling me to think about using the gym at work, before work in the morning. I've proven I can roll out of bed and into the car fairly quickly. Because the drive is longer, I don't have to drink any coffee before leaving (there is no point trying to exercise without some caffeine in me). I'm actually sleeping in a half hour later than a gym day, because I'm trying for only a half hour of exercise.
The plan is to go right from the garage to the gym, work out, and then shower and change and drop the bag back in the car before heading up to the office. With work clothes and shower kit packed, this should work, right? It didn't work last week, but I'll try again tomorrow. Last Monday, the alarm went off, I rolled over, and then it was forty-five minutes later, as if I had dropped through a time warp.
So what are the odds this week? At least, they are much better for having declared my intentions publicly here.
For years I said I hated the idea of going to the gym in the morning because I'd have to get dressed and go out twice, including getting ready for work in a locker room. Now I am going regularly to a gym a mile away very early, for an appointment with a trainer. I manage to leave the house 25 minutes after the alarm goes off, and I return home (three minutes drive) to get ready for work in my comfortable and familiar surroundings.
But I want more aerobic activity, and the same logic that drove me to schedule appointments at six in the morning is compelling me to think about using the gym at work, before work in the morning. I've proven I can roll out of bed and into the car fairly quickly. Because the drive is longer, I don't have to drink any coffee before leaving (there is no point trying to exercise without some caffeine in me). I'm actually sleeping in a half hour later than a gym day, because I'm trying for only a half hour of exercise.
The plan is to go right from the garage to the gym, work out, and then shower and change and drop the bag back in the car before heading up to the office. With work clothes and shower kit packed, this should work, right? It didn't work last week, but I'll try again tomorrow. Last Monday, the alarm went off, I rolled over, and then it was forty-five minutes later, as if I had dropped through a time warp.
So what are the odds this week? At least, they are much better for having declared my intentions publicly here.
Friday, September 17, 2010
No, Really, Things Will Be Different This Time!
I've thought this often. I've heard it and read it and thought it. This time will be different. This time it's for real. This time, I've changed and things will never go back to the way they were.
Probably half the times I hear this, it turns out not to be true. Think about Oprah. She did the work, she got to goal. No matter how many personal trainers and chefs she had, she did it herself. But look where she is now. Then think about Kim Bensen. I suppose if your living depends on selling your weight loss story, you may have even more motivation than normal to keep it off. But she still has to actually do it herself. Every day.
What does it take to make a permanent change? What does it take to get all the way to where you want to be? What does it take to keep the weight off when you are there?
During my Big Loss, I managed to lose forty pounds in a year, another ten in the next year, and kept that off for another year. Then it started to creep back up. I had a single day this winter where I got within five pounds of my top weight, and that's what sent me off on this round of losing weight. Technically, I am a successful loser, because I kept 25 pound off for more than five years. I wouldn't call my history yo-yo dieting, but it's also not a pattern I want to relive constantly. What are the keys to success here? What are the things that truly make a difference, and can I do them permanently?
I really don't need to think about this right now, because I still have so far to go. But I've been thinking about permanent change a lot lately. I thought I had changed permanently ten years ago, after the Big Loss. But now, I think I've made some actual permanent changes. I think the real changes for me come from activity, not from eating habits.
I love to move! I was on a real exercise kick for a year before tragedy changed my life, and as soon as I could, I got back into it. I'm really really enjoying the activity. I don't do it for the weight loss or even the appearance benefits. I do it because I enjoy doing it while I'm doing it, and because energy breeds energy. I want to get out there and do stuff. This lets me do it.
Eating every day is a struggle. If I didn't think about it constantly, I would be falling back to what is easy and enjoyable at least in the moment. I love bread, and french fries, and chocolate, and beer. I'm able to manage it, for most of the day at least, but only by keeping it present in my mind. Only because of the activity am I really losing weight. I keep bumping up the calories burned, and keep scheming about how to burn some more.
Right now, I think I'll sign off and take the dog around the block. Because, ultimately, there is no permanent change. Only today, and tomorrow, and each day one at a time, with a million little decisions to make that add up to loss or gain over time.
Probably half the times I hear this, it turns out not to be true. Think about Oprah. She did the work, she got to goal. No matter how many personal trainers and chefs she had, she did it herself. But look where she is now. Then think about Kim Bensen. I suppose if your living depends on selling your weight loss story, you may have even more motivation than normal to keep it off. But she still has to actually do it herself. Every day.
What does it take to make a permanent change? What does it take to get all the way to where you want to be? What does it take to keep the weight off when you are there?
I really don't need to think about this right now, because I still have so far to go. But I've been thinking about permanent change a lot lately. I thought I had changed permanently ten years ago, after the Big Loss. But now, I think I've made some actual permanent changes. I think the real changes for me come from activity, not from eating habits.
I love to move! I was on a real exercise kick for a year before tragedy changed my life, and as soon as I could, I got back into it. I'm really really enjoying the activity. I don't do it for the weight loss or even the appearance benefits. I do it because I enjoy doing it while I'm doing it, and because energy breeds energy. I want to get out there and do stuff. This lets me do it.
Eating every day is a struggle. If I didn't think about it constantly, I would be falling back to what is easy and enjoyable at least in the moment. I love bread, and french fries, and chocolate, and beer. I'm able to manage it, for most of the day at least, but only by keeping it present in my mind. Only because of the activity am I really losing weight. I keep bumping up the calories burned, and keep scheming about how to burn some more.
Right now, I think I'll sign off and take the dog around the block. Because, ultimately, there is no permanent change. Only today, and tomorrow, and each day one at a time, with a million little decisions to make that add up to loss or gain over time.
Possibly TMI
Who knew your butt could hurt? How was I supposed to know that buried under all that padding are actual muscles that could get sore?
I've been talking about muscle soreness with my girl who is pushing herself to run in gym class. I really like it, in moderation. It reminds me I'm making progress forward to being stronger.
I don't know what moves specifically we've done in my last two training sessions (bridges?), but that old saw about muscles you didn't even know you had is really manifesting itself!
- iPhone uPdate
I've been talking about muscle soreness with my girl who is pushing herself to run in gym class. I really like it, in moderation. It reminds me I'm making progress forward to being stronger.
I don't know what moves specifically we've done in my last two training sessions (bridges?), but that old saw about muscles you didn't even know you had is really manifesting itself!
- iPhone uPdate
Monday, September 13, 2010
Good Sleeping
Maybe its the weather (pleasantly cool at night) but I finally got a decent amount of sleep this weekend. I've been dragging around with consistently less than six hours sleep most nights - which is a combination of staying up too late and then tossing and turning in the middle of the night.
Well, yesterday, according to my magic device, I got more than nine hours of sleep, despite twenty minutes of wakefulness in the middle of the night! It's not actually true, it turns out. I didn't get that much sleep. It appears that when I lie down to read, my position and my stillness fool the device into thinking I'm actually asleep.
I've been reading more for the past two weeks, with my new Kindle in hand. It's comfortable, convenient, and when I finished my book last night, without leaving my bed I bought two more books from the same author. Oops.
Never-the-less, I think I am getting some decent sleep and I feel better for it. But now time to take my little 4-footed friend for a walk.
Well, yesterday, according to my magic device, I got more than nine hours of sleep, despite twenty minutes of wakefulness in the middle of the night! It's not actually true, it turns out. I didn't get that much sleep. It appears that when I lie down to read, my position and my stillness fool the device into thinking I'm actually asleep.
I've been reading more for the past two weeks, with my new Kindle in hand. It's comfortable, convenient, and when I finished my book last night, without leaving my bed I bought two more books from the same author. Oops.
Never-the-less, I think I am getting some decent sleep and I feel better for it. But now time to take my little 4-footed friend for a walk.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
More Walking- In Company
The weather has turned from oppressive to mild and we're back to the seasons of walking. I would like to work more walking into my life and currently I'm trying the evenings. But it is getting dark earlier and earlier, so there are several considerations to balance.
Last night I walked for about 45 minutes around our neighborhood. We have widely spaced street lights and narrow twisty hilly streets with no sidewalks. There were lots of cars I had to dodge, but almost no people. I listened to my book and walked very very fast.
I missed having my fierce overprotective dog with me. I have a dog partly just for walking at night. When I got her, part of my criteria was a dog big enough to give bad people second thoughts about approaching us. I am very mindful that I live on the edge of a big city and I am a small woman who could be seen as an easy target.
When we are the only ones on the surface if the planet, my dog is a total joy to walk with. She stays by my left side, sniffing as she goes but keeping that holy grail for dog walkers, a loose leash with plenty of slack - in the eight feet that is all I allow her to range.
This is a very dog friendly neighborhood and it is rare for us to be the only ones out. My own sweet snugglepuss becomes a raging, slavering, mindless ball of lunging snarling fury when other dogs are around. I have worked with trainers and on our own for years, and only reached an uneasy balance that is a lot of work to maintain. I understand her psychology and physiology, and I know how to act. But it is a lot of work to do things right.
I have to be hyperalert to my surroundings. I have to load up my pockets with plenty of high quality treats. I have to react before my dog does, leading her into a positive behavior (eating a treat) before she begins the negative behavior (aggressiveness). And so when it's light out and I feel safe and I'm likely to see many other dog walkers, I often just leave her behind (with a combined sense of guilt and relief).
But if I'm embarked on a new campaign of night walking, it's time to try again. I just didn't feel comfortable on my own last night without her. So tonight, I gave her a try. Nice and easy, no iPod, just around the block. At the second corner, there were some people coming, so we wheeled around and headed back the other way. No anxiety on her part. We ended up doing three circuits, a good 20 minutes, with another reversal to avoid folks.
Dogs are total creatures of habit. If I take her out again tomorrow, by Tuesday she will be expecting it. In a previous decade in a different big city, with a different large dog, I was building up strength for a backpacking trip with night dog walks. Often, what got me off the couch and out in the subzero weather was my dog's unwavering conviction it was the right thing to do. Living up to a dog's expectations makes us better people, and I hope in my case, a more fit one.
- iPhone uPdate
Last night I walked for about 45 minutes around our neighborhood. We have widely spaced street lights and narrow twisty hilly streets with no sidewalks. There were lots of cars I had to dodge, but almost no people. I listened to my book and walked very very fast.
I missed having my fierce overprotective dog with me. I have a dog partly just for walking at night. When I got her, part of my criteria was a dog big enough to give bad people second thoughts about approaching us. I am very mindful that I live on the edge of a big city and I am a small woman who could be seen as an easy target.
When we are the only ones on the surface if the planet, my dog is a total joy to walk with. She stays by my left side, sniffing as she goes but keeping that holy grail for dog walkers, a loose leash with plenty of slack - in the eight feet that is all I allow her to range.
This is a very dog friendly neighborhood and it is rare for us to be the only ones out. My own sweet snugglepuss becomes a raging, slavering, mindless ball of lunging snarling fury when other dogs are around. I have worked with trainers and on our own for years, and only reached an uneasy balance that is a lot of work to maintain. I understand her psychology and physiology, and I know how to act. But it is a lot of work to do things right.
I have to be hyperalert to my surroundings. I have to load up my pockets with plenty of high quality treats. I have to react before my dog does, leading her into a positive behavior (eating a treat) before she begins the negative behavior (aggressiveness). And so when it's light out and I feel safe and I'm likely to see many other dog walkers, I often just leave her behind (with a combined sense of guilt and relief).
But if I'm embarked on a new campaign of night walking, it's time to try again. I just didn't feel comfortable on my own last night without her. So tonight, I gave her a try. Nice and easy, no iPod, just around the block. At the second corner, there were some people coming, so we wheeled around and headed back the other way. No anxiety on her part. We ended up doing three circuits, a good 20 minutes, with another reversal to avoid folks.
Dogs are total creatures of habit. If I take her out again tomorrow, by Tuesday she will be expecting it. In a previous decade in a different big city, with a different large dog, I was building up strength for a backpacking trip with night dog walks. Often, what got me off the couch and out in the subzero weather was my dog's unwavering conviction it was the right thing to do. Living up to a dog's expectations makes us better people, and I hope in my case, a more fit one.
- iPhone uPdate
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