ugh...
A year or so back I rambled on about the concept of people in my life who behave like crabs...you know the type...Just as you start to see some light at the top of the bucket, they pull at your leg and drag you back in. Usually, while they are telling you that what you are reaching for isn't safe, or right, or healthy...blah blah blah.
Well, one of the major crabs in my life...who for reasons of income I cannot get loose from yet....really hit me with a good one today.
Me, "Eating bananas in the summer is tricky...they ripen so fast."
They, "I don't think bananas are even good for you when they are too ripe."
Me, "Well, at least it keeps my sweet tooth at bay."
They, "You eat too much fruit."
Me, "....."
They, "That banana smells awful, can you eat it outside?"
Me, "I'm done."
They, "All those fruit sugars are really bad for you, all that fruit is really too much."
Me, "......."
I had one banana. ONE.
I walked away and reminded myself...this exchange has nothing to do with me....smiled to myself walked back in...
and wrote it down.
Thank you, I feel better now, even with all this fruit sugar running through my brain....
Trees
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Dang my butt....
So, today is day four of my self imposed 30 day challenge. The first two days I had wicked nasty cravings for sugar hit about mid afternoon. Sunday, I gave into the craving by eating some dried fruit. Then I found the blueberries. I can't seem to stop eating blueberries. Hey, at least it isn't chocolate, right?
I know that in a week or so the fruit cravings will subside as well. Hell, not that fruit is bad or anything, I just know that eating a boat load of fruit isn't the best of choices.
The big thing....the really important thing I noticed....my hands. Yes my hands. They are different today. I had not noticed that they looked different. Dang it, I had not noticed that the joints in my fingers had been just a little swollen. I also noticed the effect of this swelling(or lack there of) yesterday when I was throwing hammers. I actually had to loosen my grip. I guess I had not noticed the gradual insidious swelling.
Oh well...I knew what I needed to do and I am doing it. I also know its so much easier this time since this isn't a completely new way of eating...just a reboot.
I still see this as a guideline, I will work at these 30 days, but I also know I will have chocolate, booze, and sushi at some point. I just won't be casual about it again.
Work out was super duper fun tonight. The only way to make running fun is to break it up with heavy dead lifts. It wasn't running really...it was sprinting. Well, by the final run, it was more like a saunter for me....ha!
I really liked the hang snatch that flowed directly into two over head squats. My lifting partner and I started with the bar, finished at 85. I was happy with it. And I know I am sounding like a broken record, but seriously good, clear, specific corrections. Love it!
Got teased for hogging plates for the dead lifts because I could make up my mind about how heavy I wanted to go. I finally settled on 175. A total of 30 dead lifts, but.....I really could have gone heavier...maybe...the sprinting took a lot out of me.
I am still not quite well. I wonder now, if this illness is lingering because of the smoke from all the fires. Who knows? I am getting itchy to get back to more lifting and to the other fun training techniques that BJ and I have talked about. Soon.
The best part of this challenge? I am not alone, Pierre is giving it a shot too. I cannot tell you how great it feels to be doing this together.
I think I am gonna eat some blueberries before bed...mmmmm, blueberries.
I know that in a week or so the fruit cravings will subside as well. Hell, not that fruit is bad or anything, I just know that eating a boat load of fruit isn't the best of choices.
The big thing....the really important thing I noticed....my hands. Yes my hands. They are different today. I had not noticed that they looked different. Dang it, I had not noticed that the joints in my fingers had been just a little swollen. I also noticed the effect of this swelling(or lack there of) yesterday when I was throwing hammers. I actually had to loosen my grip. I guess I had not noticed the gradual insidious swelling.
Oh well...I knew what I needed to do and I am doing it. I also know its so much easier this time since this isn't a completely new way of eating...just a reboot.
I still see this as a guideline, I will work at these 30 days, but I also know I will have chocolate, booze, and sushi at some point. I just won't be casual about it again.
Work out was super duper fun tonight. The only way to make running fun is to break it up with heavy dead lifts. It wasn't running really...it was sprinting. Well, by the final run, it was more like a saunter for me....ha!
I really liked the hang snatch that flowed directly into two over head squats. My lifting partner and I started with the bar, finished at 85. I was happy with it. And I know I am sounding like a broken record, but seriously good, clear, specific corrections. Love it!
Got teased for hogging plates for the dead lifts because I could make up my mind about how heavy I wanted to go. I finally settled on 175. A total of 30 dead lifts, but.....I really could have gone heavier...maybe...the sprinting took a lot out of me.
I am still not quite well. I wonder now, if this illness is lingering because of the smoke from all the fires. Who knows? I am getting itchy to get back to more lifting and to the other fun training techniques that BJ and I have talked about. Soon.
The best part of this challenge? I am not alone, Pierre is giving it a shot too. I cannot tell you how great it feels to be doing this together.
I think I am gonna eat some blueberries before bed...mmmmm, blueberries.
Friday, June 8, 2012
jumping
As is typical for me, I decided yesterday to do the Whole 30 Challenge. Much like when I did my first paleo challenge...last minute...jump in... see how it goes. There is a BIG difference this time though....this is more of a reboot than a complete change. I have let all sorts of things sneak into my diet...chiefly...SUGAR.
I eat too many "paleofied" deserts, too much chocolate, I am lazy about both rice and corn. So here it goes...one month. Pierre and I talked about how it is the perfect time to reboot...grilling season for one thing...second thing? all sorts of fruits! Not that winter glut of apple~banana~oranges.
Next jump? I am gonna say this only because I don't think any of my theater peeps read this, but it looks like I am directing a play this year...details later since it isn't official yet, but some how these things seem related to me. I am pretty damn sure that if it were not for the Scottish games, that I would NOT even entertain the thought of directing. Weird I know, but true. I had a conversation with a lovely actress last night who told me she feels the same way I do about the similarities between athletic competition and performance. The difference is that she was an athlete first and was surprised at how similar acting was to competition.... Nice to know I am not alone in this observation.
I did, in fact workout last night, even though there was no lifting involved. Surprisingly, I got through the whole thing. I didn't run...again, the losing a lung thing, but I did row~ and I did 30 freaking burpees.
The fun moment for me last night, was when Will was going over the moves, which included weighted chin ups. He looked at me and said...here is the weight belt Mona...he just assumed I could do it. Well sadly for me he is wrong. When I said, I can't, there was no judgement at all. Not even a look of, "really? you should be able too." he just quietly said, "We'll get you there." That's it. I didn't feel small, or stupid, or lazy, or...most importantly, like less of an athlete. The modifications he worked with me on were very small, very specific...and dammit if the chin up didn't feel closer...it almost feels like...ah....like they are possible. I really like how Will coaches...well, BJ too. There is something super specific and very....hmmm...quiet perhaps is the right word...I am not sure yet.
I spent a lot of time watching one of the other women do her chin ups....she was really lovely...super strong, super fluid....
Last night felt different too, as I was working out, I suddenly felt comfortable in a different way. I suddenly felt like it was ok for me to be there, that I wasn't some creeper butting in on these real athletes.
Blah blah...I know that is all my own crap coming out, but it felt lovely to let go of that last night...
I am still not well, but I am working out anyway...Once I feel better, it will be time to hit the weight training more. As for today....Jerks, I always look forward to jerks....don't you?
I eat too many "paleofied" deserts, too much chocolate, I am lazy about both rice and corn. So here it goes...one month. Pierre and I talked about how it is the perfect time to reboot...grilling season for one thing...second thing? all sorts of fruits! Not that winter glut of apple~banana~oranges.
Next jump? I am gonna say this only because I don't think any of my theater peeps read this, but it looks like I am directing a play this year...details later since it isn't official yet, but some how these things seem related to me. I am pretty damn sure that if it were not for the Scottish games, that I would NOT even entertain the thought of directing. Weird I know, but true. I had a conversation with a lovely actress last night who told me she feels the same way I do about the similarities between athletic competition and performance. The difference is that she was an athlete first and was surprised at how similar acting was to competition.... Nice to know I am not alone in this observation.
I did, in fact workout last night, even though there was no lifting involved. Surprisingly, I got through the whole thing. I didn't run...again, the losing a lung thing, but I did row~ and I did 30 freaking burpees.
The fun moment for me last night, was when Will was going over the moves, which included weighted chin ups. He looked at me and said...here is the weight belt Mona...he just assumed I could do it. Well sadly for me he is wrong. When I said, I can't, there was no judgement at all. Not even a look of, "really? you should be able too." he just quietly said, "We'll get you there." That's it. I didn't feel small, or stupid, or lazy, or...most importantly, like less of an athlete. The modifications he worked with me on were very small, very specific...and dammit if the chin up didn't feel closer...it almost feels like...ah....like they are possible. I really like how Will coaches...well, BJ too. There is something super specific and very....hmmm...quiet perhaps is the right word...I am not sure yet.
I spent a lot of time watching one of the other women do her chin ups....she was really lovely...super strong, super fluid....
Last night felt different too, as I was working out, I suddenly felt comfortable in a different way. I suddenly felt like it was ok for me to be there, that I wasn't some creeper butting in on these real athletes.
Blah blah...I know that is all my own crap coming out, but it felt lovely to let go of that last night...
I am still not well, but I am working out anyway...Once I feel better, it will be time to hit the weight training more. As for today....Jerks, I always look forward to jerks....don't you?
Thursday, June 7, 2012
getting back to something....
Went back to work last night...well, this whole time I have been sick, I haven't missed the pay me to sit at a desk work....but I did try to workout last night. I decided that I wanted to at least move a little, so I went to the gym to just do the warm up. I seem to have gotten the hit form BJ that this sort of thing is ok. I just let him know when I walked in that I didn't think I'd do the workout and since he didn't give me an evil eye or a sneer I figured this was cool. I opted for rowing instead of running for the warm up...he said...yeah...I don't want to see you lose a lung on the floor or anything...so I guessed right about him...YIPPIE.
Dammit...even after a week, it was so hard to get moving. When I was done, BJ and I had a short little conversation that the strength work would probably not kill me, so I stayed.
7 X 1 front squats
DB Snatch 4 attempts to a one rep max...only counts if you can complete the snatch with both hands.
So, I warm up with the bar... then I get to lift with Kelly and Faith!
I start light, cause I don't really know how I am gonna feel. 65. fine. 95. fine. 125. fine. 145. fine.
Then I pop to 175. It felt...clean..simple. Now 195 is my one rep max on a front squat... BJ had been watching us and he said..that looked easy. So I figure...200 has been my sticking point so I slap on 25. I drop easily enough...the weight doesn't even really feel all that heavy...but I dump it forward. I try again...I don't get it up again. I am guessing it is one of two things. I might be rounding my back a bit, dropping too far against my heals and losing the power at the bottom. I noticed that when I go light, that I think I am relying on a bounce against my heals to pop me back up...well, when I get heavy I can't cheat with that pop. The second thing it could be? MY HEAD. I think if I let someone else load the bar and tell me it is 185 when they have loaded 225...I bet I would get it up without thinking.
hmmm, how to defeat that voice myself is the question of the day.
Then I moved to the DB snatches. Now, I have done kettle bell snatches, but it is a little different with a dumb bell. I start at 30, then 40, then 50, then 60. Again, BJ looks at me and says, that was easy wasn't it.
Sigh...I underestimated myself again. I still think 60 was pretty good, especially since the form was nice and clean~and fast.
Then....I was done....I hit a wall. I am glad I got to move yesterday.... This morning, I see this little gem all over facebook...I like it. you might too.
Squat Myths
I am also thinking about jump starting my eating by doing the Whole 30 program. I have to say, I am not eating what I know is best for me. I am making lazy choices and it is beginning to hurt. I also kinda like the attitude they have about it. "This isn't hard...quitting heroin is hard."
I may start Friday...anyone else do this before? or wanna join me?
Challenge
Dammit...even after a week, it was so hard to get moving. When I was done, BJ and I had a short little conversation that the strength work would probably not kill me, so I stayed.
7 X 1 front squats
DB Snatch 4 attempts to a one rep max...only counts if you can complete the snatch with both hands.
So, I warm up with the bar... then I get to lift with Kelly and Faith!
I start light, cause I don't really know how I am gonna feel. 65. fine. 95. fine. 125. fine. 145. fine.
Then I pop to 175. It felt...clean..simple. Now 195 is my one rep max on a front squat... BJ had been watching us and he said..that looked easy. So I figure...200 has been my sticking point so I slap on 25. I drop easily enough...the weight doesn't even really feel all that heavy...but I dump it forward. I try again...I don't get it up again. I am guessing it is one of two things. I might be rounding my back a bit, dropping too far against my heals and losing the power at the bottom. I noticed that when I go light, that I think I am relying on a bounce against my heals to pop me back up...well, when I get heavy I can't cheat with that pop. The second thing it could be? MY HEAD. I think if I let someone else load the bar and tell me it is 185 when they have loaded 225...I bet I would get it up without thinking.
hmmm, how to defeat that voice myself is the question of the day.
Then I moved to the DB snatches. Now, I have done kettle bell snatches, but it is a little different with a dumb bell. I start at 30, then 40, then 50, then 60. Again, BJ looks at me and says, that was easy wasn't it.
Sigh...I underestimated myself again. I still think 60 was pretty good, especially since the form was nice and clean~and fast.
Then....I was done....I hit a wall. I am glad I got to move yesterday.... This morning, I see this little gem all over facebook...I like it. you might too.
Squat Myths
I am also thinking about jump starting my eating by doing the Whole 30 program. I have to say, I am not eating what I know is best for me. I am making lazy choices and it is beginning to hurt. I also kinda like the attitude they have about it. "This isn't hard...quitting heroin is hard."
I may start Friday...anyone else do this before? or wanna join me?
Challenge
Friday, June 1, 2012
A lesson I have learned before...
Thursday night..I started to feel, weird. I realized that I had started to become ill. Then Friday morning, at about 3 AM I woke up with the distinct feeling that there was a wombat in my throat. Ugh.. I had a great couple workouts. I had just jumped right back into all sorts of things once I got back from South Carolina, but now this?
I don't have time to be sick this summer, so much happening....then Friday, I get an email from an old friend that says, in general terms, "I know you had a huge week last week, I hope you are enjoying this week off for reflection."
Oh....oh my....
Well, I seemed to have skipped that piece. I am avoiding the reflection, thinking it is better to just keep moving forward, keep pushing through. No big deal, right? After all, everything that is happening is positive, right?
Boom...crash...nope.
So, being sick? A gift. I had so much to do this weekend. What did I choose last night? I sat on the couch and watched a couple of episodes of Downton Abbey. The rest of this weekend? I have canceled any thoughts of working out or throwing. I am planning on spending lots of time sitting on my back porch drinking tea, looking at the stars. I will watch my boy's final dance concert. I think I may do some laundry, but maybe not. Perhaps next week I will get more done, but who knows maybe I won't.
Perhaps, I will even take the time to look back at the last couple of weeks to see just what I see. To wonder if I am changed...to wonder how I am the same...to breathe and enjoy where I have been-before I start reaching toward what may be next.
Hopefully, at the very least, I will get rid of the wombat in my throat.
I don't have time to be sick this summer, so much happening....then Friday, I get an email from an old friend that says, in general terms, "I know you had a huge week last week, I hope you are enjoying this week off for reflection."
Oh....oh my....
Well, I seemed to have skipped that piece. I am avoiding the reflection, thinking it is better to just keep moving forward, keep pushing through. No big deal, right? After all, everything that is happening is positive, right?
Boom...crash...nope.
So, being sick? A gift. I had so much to do this weekend. What did I choose last night? I sat on the couch and watched a couple of episodes of Downton Abbey. The rest of this weekend? I have canceled any thoughts of working out or throwing. I am planning on spending lots of time sitting on my back porch drinking tea, looking at the stars. I will watch my boy's final dance concert. I think I may do some laundry, but maybe not. Perhaps next week I will get more done, but who knows maybe I won't.
Perhaps, I will even take the time to look back at the last couple of weeks to see just what I see. To wonder if I am changed...to wonder how I am the same...to breathe and enjoy where I have been-before I start reaching toward what may be next.
Hopefully, at the very least, I will get rid of the wombat in my throat.
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