After last night’s Reeses throwdown (which I lost), I knew I needed a little extra boost on the exercise front today. Not to mention my football dinner 😀
I wanted to go at least 6 miles. Had a Zone Fudge Graham bar to start with. Bars and bagels really and truly are the best preworkout fuel, although yogurt smoothies come in a close 2nd. I did a daisy loop around the house. A newly mapped 2 mile run, which turned out to be way more hilly than I thought. I was a little tired from that, probably because of yesterday’s workout. I wound back to home, drank some H2O and did a 3 mile loop. For whatever reason, around mile 4.5 I got an energy boost. Back at home for more water and then another 2 mile loop. 7+ total today. I didn’t wear my watch. I have decided that on long runs where I have a set distance to go, I don’t want to know the time. It’s depressing to look down and see 20 minutes and know that I have more than 45 minutes left, you know? I figure I will be done when I am done.
In the spirit of Operation Beautiful – I am showing that I am beautiful when I am sweaty!
Had super delicious oats when I returned. John cooked up one of the pie pumpkins last night in the pressure cooker and here is some fresh pumpkin!
Take *that* Libby’s!!
Added to my oats with a tsp of brown sugar and cinnamon and topped with cranberry preserves.
So fresh tasting and yummy!
I am trying to think of ways to organize my blog into more helpful posts other than just me blabbing on about food and fitness of my own. I am not sure if 2 posts a day is better or just 1. I don’t like to overwhelm readers and I am not sure if it is better to have 2 shorter posts or 1 really long one as I am doing currently. Any thoughts on this?
Yesterday I was talking with John over breakfast about the view I have of myself. I had looked through some old pictures the other day and it is so weird seeing myself at 250 pounds in photos. I almost don’t recognize myself in them. However, I also look at photos of me now and think “Do I really look like that?”. When I see myself in the mirror or look down at my legs, I have that sort of mix of still feeling heavy, yet feeling smaller. I don’t know if I can describe it and not sure if any of you get what I mean. Maybe it’s a feeling that is magnified by how much weight one has lost. I said something to John about being chubby, and he said I wasn’t chubby at all. In fact he called me a healthy dynamo, which kind of made me laugh. Makes me think of this:
John asked how long it would be before I saw myself as I really am, and I don’t know. It’s like not seeing myself as an athlete, but I think I am a bit of one. Certainly not of a professional caliber, but one nonetheless. I really don’t know how to correct that way of thinking, either. I don’t view myself in any negative light and actually tend to be kind of clinical in how I look at the areas that I think need improvement. Maybe that isn’t really a bad way to think, I don’t know.
I spent the majority of 40 years being overweight and maybe it will take 40 before I get used to seeing me as I am LOL!
Well – it was my football winning dinner tonight! Decided on downtown Glens Falls and stopped at Prima. Yum. They normally aren’t open for dinner on Thursdays, but tonight was a special night.
I had a delicious panini made on artisan wheat bread, turkey, brie, sprouts, and cranberry chutney. So good!
After dinner we walked around downtown. Prima was open because it was opening night of balloon fest weekend! (Guess you know what kind of pictures are coming up in a day or so 😀 ).
They let us walk inside this balloon. Here is a view from the inside out!
That was fun!
PSA – Another first time triathlete coming up this weekend! Give PubsGal some love!
I’m off to do a little more work and indulge in my guilty pleasure of Project Runway!
This is the first organized bike ride I have ever done. I forget that I won’t be climbing the hills or finishing the route by myself. There is a sag wagon and a mechanics vehicle for problems, plus a couple rest/snack stops at 20-mile intervals. No worries. I do find myself alternating between excitement and panic. That stupid 5-mile hill really has stuck itself in my mind. I must tell myself it is okay if I need to walk up some of that hill. It’s not a race, and the kids that attend 
