Hump Day Fail

Allo!

Last night was a night of things going wrong.  I tried to make macarons–they failed (I suspect undermixing or that my kitchen was too hot/humid).  I tried to go for a run last night, that was a fail (my calf seized up).  I tried not to cave to the urge to eat my emotions (through distracting myself with umpteen different distractions), but ended up caving and downing a number of busted macaron shells and potato chips.  In summation, Wednesday night was a #fail.

Oh well…onward and upward, right?  Right.

Fortunately my calf doesn’t hurt to the touch like it did yesterday…so I am hopeful that I might be able to get in a decently long run this evening.  It’s a bit cool today, so if the wind isn’t too bad, I might even run outside.

The other day one of my favourite fashion blogs, Closet Strategy, was speaking of the virtues of a great denim jacket.  I have not had in my wardrobe in a long time.  The last one I bought was 9 years ago and has long since been retired as I no longer fit it (I was over 200 lbs when I had bought it).  Anyway, I have decided to treat myself to a new jacket–but there is a catch.

From today until June 9th, I am going to workout every single day of the month.  My only allowance for a day off will be migraines because, well, migraines make going for a run impossible.  So…for the next 31 days, I will be working out big time.  My goal is to get back into cross fit (2X week), run 4 times a week and then do some low impact cardio like swimming or cycling/spinning on the 7th day.

Fingers crossed that this gets me back into the proverbial swing of all things fitness related.  After all, half marathons don’t run themselves and I have a big one coming up in late August (hello Dumbo Double Dare Challenge).

Much luv and thanks for listening to me vent!

Leesah

P.S. For the record, I do not plan on giving up on macarons.  Eventually I will get them to be perfect…every time.  And then I will laugh and scream with joy with such ferocity that I think the entire world will wonder what is going on!

 

 

30 Day Blogging Challenge- Days 27-28

Hey Y’all!

Can you believe that I have more or less kept up with this crazy blogging challenge?  I know…I’m pretty shocked, too. LOL.

The themes for what would be my weekend posts are: a problem that I’ve had (day 27) and something I miss (day 28).

I’m doing these together because, I sorta feel as though they entwined.  My weight is my problem…and  the thing I miss that I have never been care free about my body–especially when it comes to others judging it and what I eat …see, I told you they entwined. lol.

I”m not sure if that day will ever come…because if I was able to get back down to my low weight again, I would always be afraid I would put it back on again…I think this is the part that messes up people the most when it comes to weight issues.  You can’t ever be care free.  You are always aware of what you are putting into your body because it all adds up to extra inches when you aren’t aware.  And no, I am not suggesting that you can’t ever have fun with food or have a treat once you’ve lost weight, I’m just saying you cannot be 100% care free when it comes to what you eat because it will come back to haunt you.

I know some of you will say, this is where the idea of intuitive eating comes into play…but like a lot of things in my life, I tend to over think it.  After so many years of overeating and emotional eating, followed by some strict under eating and some time in a binge/purge cycle, I have really struggled to find the sweet spot of fullness …and so I have a few extra bites to avoid being hungry later.  And, yes, I realize how dumb this sounds, given I live in modern society and you are never more than a few minutes away from food that could be eaten if I got hungry.

It’s funny…because I was chubby all of my life…and it was always a bit of an issue (had a few devastating moments with my dad, who also grew up chubby, and our dreaded scale), there are times where I feel really bitter by the fact that I never felt I could embrace the care free nature of one’s body that you have when you are young.  I was always aware that I was the chubby one and I know I still carry a bit of this in my adult life. I never did go strut around the beach as a youngin’ in a new bikini and flirted with boys as a teen or even wear really fun fashion–I wore over-sized band tee-shirts and I avoided the beach, only wearing a bathing suit when I had to for work (I was a lifeguard and swim instructor).

I even made comments about my food choices if I was eating unhealthfully, in my mind acknowledging that I knew what “they” were thinking as I sipped upon my frappucinno with whipped cream.  It’s sorta like Rebel Wilson’s character in Pitch Perfect calling herself “Fat Amy” to beat the other girls to the punch.  The sad and funny thing is that I still engage in some of these behaviours today…at my ripe old age of nearly 33.

I think that, in moving forward, I need to re-frame the issues.   Yes I missed out on some things as a chubbier young person, but I also did some things that I maybe wouldn’t have if I was skinny.  Food is too silly of a thing to let it have this much power over my body and my emotions…and there is no way possible that I will ever starve in our current society as food is everywhere, so I don’t have to stuff in those extra bites to try to stave off some future hunger that may or may not happen.

And then there is my weight.  I need to embrace the fact that this is always going to be an issue for me and it’s just time to put on those big girl panties and work with that fact–I am someone who gains weight easily.  I will try to do the best I can in managing it and focus more on just being healthy and feeling comfortable in my own skin and not striving for a specific number on the scale and only allowing myself to feel contented when I hit that spot.

Gah…these feels like such a disjointed post.  Oh well…much like eating, I will simply do better next time.

Love, Leesah