:Blink blink: There was a weekend there, right? I conked out early last night. While I am able to do much more and more easily than in my 20s now that I am 100 pounds lighter, I have found that my body just feels more tired at the end of those kind of days now that I am in my 40s. Ah yes, aging.
I biked to the gym today. Much warmer in the upper 30s than last Friday!
|Seated Lat Row||3 sets of 10 at 55#||Back|
|Lying leg press||3 sets of 10 at 100#||Lower Body|
|Stiff-legged Deadlift||3 sets of 10 at 55#||Lower Body|
|Decline Situps||3 sets 10||Core|
|Barbell chest press||3 sets of 12 at 45#||Chest|
|Seated Calf Raise||3 sets 12 at 140#||Calves|
|Lower Back Extension||3 sets of 12 at 80#||Low Back|
|YTWL||3 sets of 4 each letter with 8# DBs (16# total)||Shoulders|
I’m thinking of doing the 28-day shapeover again for something different. I biked home and was ready for coffee and some soaked steel cut oats.
Cooked with pumpkin and egg whites and topped with honey and toasted pecans. It took forever to cook, because I had a smaller serving of oats, but put in the regular amount of water and then the soaking water. D’uh. It was pre-coffee, so I can forgive myself for that. Although, the oats were uber creamy.
There is a woman at the gym who has been coming for a while. She looks great and is about 3 years younger than me (she is 39). She lifts heavy and is very petite. You know, one of those people you feel like an amazon next to? Yeah, that’s me, albeit a short amazon. I have found myself feeling less than upbeat when we are training at the same time. I don’t normally compare, but there do seem to be those periods of time when I do exactly that. I was chatting with her on the treadmills one day and she mentioned how she lost a lot of weight (20 pounds) and all that. I hadn’t mentioned anything about my weight loss. She talks about the diet she has now, how hard it is, and how she occasionally ‘cheats’ with a piece of chocolate and runs even though it bothers her knees, etc. I thought “Wow, is she dedicated.” And I sort of felt… lame.
John and I talked about it over breakfast that day when I was feeling a little down about it. I said I could train harder and all that and get off 10 more pounds. My husband is so very wise sometimes. His answer? “Not eating chocolate and doing that kind of exercise is the price she pays to look like that.” That was really what I needed to hear. It’s not that I don’t work hard (although I could work harder if I wanted to). It’s not that I am a lesser person. It’s just a question of what is the cost of being like that to me?
I could pay that price, but I don’t think that is me at all. I really enjoy my food now. I think that would put me back into having a bad relationship with food and exercise. Then again, I could lose 10 pounds and feel like I should lose more. Hello vicious cycle. It’s hard, though. Some days I still have a horrible body image and think that I look much bigger than I am – just like a lot of women who never were overweight to begin with. Guess I will just keep plugging along.
I broke out the broccoli for lunch today. Just to shake things up:
With an open face egg salad sandwich.
Work slowed down after lunch, which is pretty normal for Mondays, so I made myself be productive rather than sitting around reading blogs and dinking around on the internet. Not that I do that or anything… just sayin’… So I did some painting in the room. My goal is to be done tiling by the weekend (maybe lofty, but who knows).
Then it was time for an afternoon snack:
Made with 2% milk.
Still chilly again today. Plus dreary rain in the afternoon. I would not be surprised if I was deficient in vitamin D, even though I take some. It seems like all anyone talks about is how cold it still is around here.
We did still grill out tonight. I put some chicken on the grill while sweet potato chips roasted in the toaster oven.
I topped the chicken with some of the Yancey’s Fancy buffalo wing cheese. It has nice spice to it. Yum! Note – the pile of grapes looks a little small because I munched on them while fixing dinner. 😳
Another Monday is on its way out the door. I need to hunt down an evening snack! But it will not be cookies, either in dough form or baked. My INO for the day.
Question: How do you keep yourself from comparing to others?