Friday, March 11, 2011
Yesterday was a FANTASTIC day!
I started it with a short run with the hubby. This doesn't sound like much but is an enormous step in the right direction for him. I really think that he's becoming more dedicated to being active and adjusting his intake a little. I'll take whatever I can get.
Then we kayaked the whole Rainbow River and and did part of it twice because we had to go 1.5 miles upstream to get the the headwaters.
From March 8th on the Lean Eating log:
It never ceases to amaze me how quickly five days can go in some ways and how slowly in others. The trip home was a whirlwind, but I felt like I was away from the hubby and the girls for weeks instead of days. Nonetheless, there were bright moments during the pandamonium, and those are what I will share.
My mom is almost 80 years old, and when I am home, she usually takes the opportunity to take a break from the kitchen and let me do the work. I know that I have precious limited time with her, too, so on the rare occasion that she cooks something while I am there, I eat it--no guilt associated. So I was only about 70% compliant over the 5 days. Mom was feeling better than usual and wanted to cook for me. Naturally that involved lots of processed carbohydrates, and I can honestly say that while they were delicious, I looked forward to getting back to my usual routine of healthy, unprocessed foods. And this wasn't just a "I know I need to" sort of thing. This was a "ugh, I need more of the good stuff" kind of thing. Definitely a shift in how I have previously felt on both emotional and physical levels.
When I'm in TN, at least some of my workouts end up being in a gym, a definite deviation from my norm. I'm not accustomed to being in front of mirrors as I sweat--or in front of people. Every now and then, though, a change can provide some feedback that is helpful. First, I could definitely see new definition in the mirrors. Granted, I haven't worked out in front of mirrors in over two months, but still it was gratifying. And second, I actually had someone ask me if I was a trainer because they hadn't seen me there before and my form was so exemplary. Now, maybe he was just flirting, but I guess either way I could take it as a compliment.
Then, as I was traipsing through the airports on my way home to Florida, I felt....sinewy...athletic...strong. I felt like an athlete. Like that James Taylor song "Something in the Way She Moves," the way I moved just felt different. I know it didn't just change that quickly, but how I felt it did somehow. I remember feeling that way when I was in high school, like a well-oiled machine, all parts working in harmony. I was leaner (ok, I was technically anorexic) then but certainly not as muscular as I am now although I was working out regularly and participating in a couple of team sports. In college despite my regular runs and occasional other workouts, I rarely felt that sort of athleticism and really haven't since until now. Today I didn't really feel that same global connection, but it was there yesterday, and I have no doubts it will be back.
I did my weigh-in and measurements Monday when I got up ("today" for me), and my weight was up a pound from last week. I had actually weighed before I left and had been down a pound from the previous weigh-in, but between the 70% compliance and what I suspect was some slight dehydration from travel, I was up overall. Yes, I know most people go DOWN in weight from dehydration, but when it's only mild, I actually go up a fuzz, almost as if my body is rebelling from the temporary deprivation. My measurements were down a fair amount, though, so I'm okay with it.
Routine is good. Good habits are great, but the occasional break from routine and habit can be enlightening sometimes. I like when that happens in a good way.
Now a pic of me and my nephew and me and my brother: