Training for a 1/2 marathon has (so far) been both the suckiest and most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. So tired but so proud of myself.
The things I’ll do for a cute face
My handsome friend asked if I would run a 1/2 marathon with him, and I said yes because a) bonding time with handsome friend b) I kind of hate running and like a challenge c) doing things that are hard and scary is always a good thing. I’d say my decision was 60% c, 15% b, and 25% a (no shame in my game).
Training started last week and so far, so good. I ran 4 miles yesterday with a big dumb grin on my face because I was the girl in junior high who would dread the mile run in gym class for weeks. Junior high me would be like “shut your face you ran for 4 miles without stopping AND you didn’t want to die? Sweet.”
City living at its finest: 12,677 steps / 2 hours and 17 min spent walking / 6.5 miles. All in high heels. BOOM.
I think worrying about whether your pants are going to fit or not is one of the worst feelings ever.
I’m up 10 lb from October and I know why. I just need to stop freaking out about it and instead do something about it.
Moves, iPhone App Automatically Tracks Your Exercise
This app is SO COOL. I’ve had it for 3 days and I’m a little obsessed. The faster battery drainage=worth it.
I don’t expect the outcome to always be perfect, but I can be certain when I throw caution to the wind, the wind will always do something with it.
2013
My only goal for the year is to have a better relationship with food. That’s perhaps vague and unmeasurable, but I spent the better part of 2012 being a little crazy/restrictive/obsessive about what to eat/what not to eat/when to eat and have been making myself miserable. And wouldn’t you know it, for all of the time and energy I devoted to losing the last 20 pounds, I didn’t lose an ounce.
Losing the first 40 pounds was fantastic, but I will be damned if I will be 80 years old still standing in front of the fridge, freaking out over what I should eat for breakfast.
So the name of the game for 2013 is intuitive eating, which boils down to eating what I want to when I am hungry. This is so annoyingly simple on paper I want to hit someone. Putting it into practice the past few days has been SO HARD. Way harder than I thought, for a few reasons:
- I got wrapped up in way too many diet ideas/plans: “EAT 5 SMALL MEALS A DAY EVEN IF YOU AREN’T HUNGRY OR YOUR METABOLISM WILL CEASE TO EXIST”. This might work for some people, but for me it’s an easy way to tune out what I actually want/need.
- I thought about eating maybe 20 billion times today, and each time I would stop and say to myself “Self, are you actually hungry?” and maybe only 2 times I was. Which is so weirdly frustrating.
- Not eating as a knee-jerk reaction (see above) makes me have to think about WHY I felt compelled to eat, what was really going on, etc etc, because for me it’s usually not as easy as “I just like food”. I have to feel feelings, which is always uncomfortable.
So that’s it. Before I eat anything, ask myself if I am actually physically hungry. If I am, figure out what I truly want to eat. Then eat it, but be mindful in doing so and stop when I am full.
