Weight: 197.8 pounds (down 2 pounds from last week, 9.2 pounds total)
Waist: 36.5 inches (down 0.5 inches total)
Hips: 44 inches (down 1 inch total)
Thoughts so far on diet: I went a little nuts post-race on Sunday. I desperately wanted pasta and tons of cheese. I have no regrets. I actually am more likely to splurge on Italian food than on ice cream. I think there might be something wrong with me.
Amy asked about cravings on her blog the other day. I have a huge sweet tooth, so I keep individually wrapped Dove dark chocolate squares (or hearts currently) and eat one when I want to taste something sweet. I used to chew a lot of gum, but I kept it in my desk at work because it’s toxic to dogs and I’m careless. I’ve also been drinking a ton of herbal tea to quench my desire for hot things. Why the crap is it so cold?
For the record, I am still occasional indulging. And I’m rather addicted to chocolate fudge Goldfish and Pop Secret Kettle Corn. It’s all about moderation, right?
Thoughts on NROLW: I’m more than halfway through stage 2 and I’m kind of over it. I swear this stage is 8 million variations on the lunge, which we all know I loathe. I slammed my knee doing backwards lunges and I almost broke my toe as well. Clumsy people should not do exercises that involve going backwards. The good news is that workout B is rather long, but Charlotte loves childwatch, so it’s made her happy to stay a little longer.
Thoughts on running: I took yesterday off. I was planning on it anyways thanks to the disastrous 10K, but the windchill pushed the temperature into the negative range, so I actually managed to follow through on resting. I was trying to talk myself out of the rest day (I really have a problem with deviating from my training schedule and it’s not good), but it’s just not worth frostbite of the lungs. I didn’t even walk the dogs yesterday and today (we’ve been doing 2-3 miles most weekdays) because it’s just too cold even with the BOB weather shield. My clothing is all too big, which isn’t helping because the wind blows up my shirt and jacket. Lame.
The weather this week is just brutal. I’m not planning to run tomorrow either since it is supposed to be 0 degrees. I feel like an extra rest day wouldn’t suck, but I’m never sure when I’m being lazy. I think it would be quite a struggle to get out of bed tomorrow and I would be so sore after because my muscles would be so tight. And I’m not actually sure what I want to do for mileage. I hate having no plan. I’m going to take this week off, go to my running group Saturday and figure out the plan with my 20K buddy.
So am I a total puss or training sanely?