45 pounds - FORTY FIVE POUNDS

I tracked EVERY bite. 

 I measured, I weighed, I counted.  (I've asked for an electronic scale for Christmas)

I worked out EVERY DAY

(my typical workout is between 400-500 calories, here I ran 5 miles and used interval inclines)

 I drank my 100+ ounces of water daily

ate endless vegetables, at least one banana everyday (yuck).  I was never hungry, and I even indulged in one of our favorite local restaurants, Parker's Smokehouse and BBQ.    

I ate EVERY BITE.

I wish I had screen captured my loss this week, I was JUST SO excited.  I wish I could have seen my face.  I looked at the scale and said 'no, no way'.  I stepped off, put my hands over my mouth, tapped the scale again, then stepped back on.  It said the same weight.  I really just had a five pound loss this week.  Tracking works.  (thanks to http://www.weightwatchers.com/ )

I joined a gym and I like it

Now, when you read that title, I hope you're channeling your inner Katy Perry and saying it like "I kissed a girl and I liked it".  If you don't sing the title of this post, then it's a pretty lame title.  Anyway!

I joined a small local gym, "yes!" we have a gym in Smalltown, Nebraska!  I looked for one month specials online and found a special for ten bucks.  TEN DOLLARS!  Lucky for me (not really) we've already had two significant snowfalls this season, 'with the local street departments rule of not even going out to plow unless it's 2 inches', well, it's a mess here.  The shoulders of the roads that I typically run along, are nicely stacked with snow and ice and extra nightmares.  I didn't want to stop running, so I researched and scored a really nice deal.   It was actually an 'online only' deal, but I went in and talked to someone (an angel sent from above) and he said if I wanted to continue my monthly membership ($34.00), he'd waive the $75 registration fee.  HOLLA.  So, I think maybe I've found my new 'home' away from the snowy roads, maybe even until March or so.

Still?  I miss road running, I miss jumping off the sides for cars, I miss the endless 'waving of hello' to each passing car.  I miss the never ending fields, the pastures of animals, the creeks...heck, even the gravel roads.  I just think I will get outside when weather permits and when it's not so treacherous and until then, I will enjoy watching tv, listening to my tunes, and running inside on a treadmill with a giant fan on my head.  Who knows, I may even start some weight lifting to build some muscle.  (so I can burn more fat and maybe, maybe even run faster).

Also?  I freaking love the elliptical machine.

And?  I'm about to register for a half marathon in May.  What-the-what.  I'm crazy and excited and crazy-excited.

Creepy McCreepy

This weekend we made the decision to travel to Iowa and stay with my husbands family.  My in-laws.  My brother and sister in law and their almost 1 year old, Jacob.   It's only 3 hours away, and we spent the night on Thanksgiving and Friday, leaving on Saturday after a football game.

I LOVE where they live.  Love it.  It's in Knoxville but seriously it's more of a tandem of Lake Red Rock, which is the largest lake in Iowa, which means...wildlife.  Like, deer.  Everywhere.  All-the-time.  My father in law says he sees coyotes running around in speedy, silver groups.  If you're there in early spring, you can look up and see bald eagles and where they are nesting.  All you have to do is walk less than half a mile to see these majestic birds, and just walk anywhere to see any other wild animal.  I love it...and couldn't wait to actually run through the closed (for winter) campgrounds.  Just me, my music, looking for deer.  Running.

I put on my cold gear, which was too much, I knew I was going to be hot, but it didn't mind.  Off I go.  Now, I'm out running and about to enter the campground, and notice the gate is wide open.  This fall, the weather has been SO nice, nice enough to allow people to drive in and walk or run, even hike the awesome trails...so the park isn't really 'all' mine, and that's fine, I can share.

I'm noticing my run is more 'labored' than usual, I blame the Thanksgiving meal and my lunch that day.  I always say "fuel your runs", because it's so true.  Crappy food = crappy run.  (but really it was ok, and totally worth it).   I have both ear-buds in, just like I'm not supposed to but there is zero traffic, and as always I'm focused on my surroundings and aware of when loud, little red trucks with chain-smoking men are about to pass me.  Stupid truck has now ruined my 'only me' run, but it's a big campground, so whatever.

I'm finding my groove and look up ahead to see a pretty huge, ginormous, almost 90 degree hill ahead of me...with that little red truck parked at the top.  Now facing me.  Parked.  I think to myself "well, I can turn around and avoid the hill and The Creeper", or just keep going.  I kept going.  I think I chose to keep going because if I turned away, I thought that would show fear.  (oh, and he's not parked in some real parking place, he's just parked on the side of the road, opposite side of me)  I finally make it to the top of the hill and just ignore him totally *whew*.  As I'm passing him, I'm inhaling his cigarette smoke but he's now up there and I'm running down here.  I'm realizing as I run, this campground has one way in and one way out, probably like most state campgrounds, but that meant that I may have to see him again.  That small, wrinkled, weathered face, with a ciggy dangling out of his mouth.  But guess what?  He passes me again, so now he's leaving and now I'm feeling safe-ish.

Of course I have to run up that hill again, and now who's parked AT THE BOTTOM OF THAT HILL?  Are you kidding me?  My mind races and I think to call my husband, but I know his phone is downstairs and off.  I look right and left and there are huge ravines perfect for hiding bodies but if I got past a ravine, it's surrounded by water.  I actually stopped running to gauge the real or not danger here, and I knew I could outrun him, not a bullet, but him.  P.S.  I'm very dramatic.

I run down the hill.  I pass him...but now his truck is slowly rolling WITH ME.  WHO DOES THIS?  I died.  My arms went numb and I quick turned left into an RV camping area, he is still on the main road...I think.  I walk through that camping loop and when I want to leave, he's parked outside that loop.  I march up to him and pull out my phone and take a picture of him.  I shout  "WHAT?!?!?! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Him:  "I'm just waiting for my wife, she is walking our 6 pound dog".  (he chuckles when he says 6 pound dog like that's cute or something)

WTF.

Me:  "She's not right here, get away from me".

I walk in front of the truck and take another picture of him behind me.

I use every fiber of my being to get out of that park as fast as I could.  I never saw him again.  Creepy fucker.

I realize he quite possibly was there to walk his wife or dog or whatever, but he did harass me.  I wasn't there for his entertainment.  Maybe he missed that memo.

Ended up being over 5 miles of physical endurance and 10 lifetimes of mental strain.

Creepy, huh?

Mostly Wordless Tuesday

Today is Mostly Wordless Tuesday for heck of it.  This past week has been pretty exciting for a small town, Nebraska woman.  I had a birthday.  I got finally an iPhone.  I ran 8 miles.  I bought some 'cold gear' for running.  And, I ran 8 miles...wait, I said that already.

This is getting pretty wordy for wordless, so I'll share some of my first iPhone captures.

my Nike Pro Combat 'Cold Gear'

Me modeling my reversible thermal Nike headband - both ways.  There needs to be an app that says "brush your damn hair". 

my celebratory wine...and that glass isn't as huge as you think...it's an iPhone app called "make your wine glass appear huge"

and a birthday muffin...stinking 470 calories and 24 grams of fat...I had two.

My birthday lunch.  We had to head to Omaha for some things, so we tried a new restaurant -- Jazz, A Louisiana Kitchen.  There are no words to describe how fantastic it is.  Is there an app for licking the plate clean and no one will see it?

Dessert.  Duh.  My birthday means dessert.  And can we have an app that changes high calorie and fat foods to something light and good for you?  But can it taste like this did?  Because.  O-M-G.

and my 8 mile route

This picture was near the end of my 8 mile run, and I realized it was also the end of a pretty great week...but also, possibly the beginning of many more great weeks to come.

Seven. Shichi. Siete. Sieben. VII

I ran 7 miles yesterday.  SEVEN.  I can hardly believe it myself.

After taking the weekend off from running, I pretty much felt I could do a 5+ mile run.  My 'favorite and comfortable' run is 4 miles, relatively quick (45 minutes or so) and around 500 calories burned.  I'm okay with those numbers, but I know all runs can't be 4, 5, or 6 miles...can they?   I never really know how far I'll be running until after about a mile or so.  Do my hips feel ok?  Are my quads tight like they love to be?  Any discomfort I can't mask with ibuprofen?   (and yes, I take ibuprofen before almost every run because I am old, and things just .... ache).   So, yesterday being beautiful, and I was feeling pretty good, running to my new play list, I thought to myself  "Hmm, maybe I could run 7 miles today."

I started with what I call 'Lawson Loop', and it's a small graveley 'track' around the new high school baseball field.  I've attempted to figure the distance and IF it's what I think it could be...it's around 3/4 of a mile.  I think.  Maybe.  Or not.  Who knows.  I did two loops and thought I'd be crazy to run a billion loops for seven miles, so I hit the road heading out of town.

There are some 'not-as-busy' roads in the country, but most are pretty busy being they are arteries.  I hopped onto a side road, found my groove and ran, and ran, and ran.  Now, I'm running on gravel because when you live in the sticks, all roads eventually turn to gravel/stone/loose dirt.  The gravel was ok, just have to watch for extra large boulder size, ankle twisting stones, which thankfully, I avoided them all.

Still running 'out of town', I notice a water treatment plant that I had no idea existed.  I see many, many identifiable footprints of deer and dogs or maybe those are coyotes and wolfs, but since I'm running in their territory, I'll call them something non-scary, like, chihuahuas.   Up ahead and around the bend, I know there's a turkey farm. However, I realize the turkeys are probably gone since I'm noticing 12358425 white feathers along the road, which of course happened when they were attacked by the killer chihuahuas, or, when the were loaded up for slaughter. Ugh, the smell of a turkey farm is not a pleasant one, time to turn around.  I check my ipod, and I'm just over 5 miles...which is perfect.  Oh, but I'm hot.  Long sleeved black shirt with a t-shirt over it, and it's 58 degrees and I'm sweating like a whore in church.  Like, Biggest Loser sweating.  My back is soaked, oh, the sweat.

Heading back, I'm now back onto the familiar paved roads, waving to any vehicle that makes room for me.  Not really a 'wave' more like...I'm flashing them deuces to the side.  And, by 'vehicles', I'm speaking of dump trucks, farming things, trucks towing fertilizer and semi-trucks.  They're all real friendly, slow down, move over ... and WAVE.

I cut back over the Lawson Field and see a snake.  A snake.  I noticed it was gnawing on something red and meaty as I screamed and ran away.  I've just hit the six mile mark and realize I'm closer to home than I need to be, so I will need to extend my run in the neighborhood, and that's just what I do.  I'm starting to feel dehydrated and a bit fatigued, but at this point there's no way that I'm not going to put a seven miler in the books.

I do a loop and check the ipod...and yes, seven miles done.  By me.  First time ever.  I go inside my house and my arms begin to cramp, the dehydration is worse than I expected, but that's ok.  I JUST RAN SEVEN FREAKING MILES.

run-away weekend

I didn't run this weekend, and on Friday, I only walked.  I love weekend running because it's a great time to try new routes, paths or even trails.  The weather was even perfect, mid 50's.  Sunny.  Dry.  I still did not run.  Was I lazy?  Yes, I do think that was some of the reason why.  Mainly, my legs are tired.  Achy.  Tired.

I'm not going to beat myself up about two days of not running and in about an hour, I will be lacing up and starting the week right with a nice, long (to me) run!   Who's running.walking with me?  How far did you go?

why you need to work out today

I will start by saying that I read this article probably almost a year ago, a year ago I was NOT exercising and eating everything in sight, soon gaining the most non-pregnancy weight of my life.

I love the above 'image'.  It's a thought process MOST people go through, most of the time..that is unless you're just eating whatever you like and unless you're not even wanting or trying to get thirty minutes of exercise in daily.  I think we all 'want' to eat right, lose weight or improve something about ourselves.   Our bodies are meant to move.  Clearly.  This is why we can't sit around and eat endless fat and calories and be thin or fit.  We need to move..and not from the computer to the refrigerator.  Nice try ;) 

What is our bodies biggest enemy?  We are sitting on it.  

You might not want to take the following stat sitting down: According to a poll of nearly 6,300 people by the Institute for Medicine and Public Health, it's likely that you spend a stunning 56 hours a week planted like a geranium — staring at your computer screen, working the steering wheel, or collapsed in a heap in front of your high-def TV. And it turns out women may be more sedentary than men, since they tend to play fewer sports and hold less active jobs.

Even if you think you have an energetic lifestyle, sitting is how most of us spend a good part of our day. And it's killing us — literally — by way of obesity, heart disease, and diabetes. All this downtime is so unhealthy that it's given birth to a new area of medical study called inactivity physiology, which explores the effects of our increasingly butt-bound, tech-driven lives, as well as a deadly new epidemic researchers have dubbed "sitting disease." - Women's Day by Selene Yeager.

Then, I read this.

When you sit for an extended period of time, your body starts to shut down at the metabolic level, says Marc Hamilton, Ph.D., associate professor of biomedical sciences at the University of Missouri. When muscles — especially the big ones meant for movement, like those in your legs — are immobile, your circulation slows and you burn fewer calories. Key flab-burning enzymes responsible for breaking down triglycerides (a type of fat) simply start switching off. Sit for a full day and those fat burners plummet by 50 percent.

As if that wasn't enough. 

And even if you exercise, you're not immune. Consider this: We've become so sedentary that 30 minutes a day at the gym may not do enough to counteract the detrimental effects of eight, nine, or 10 hours of sitting, says Genevieve Healy, Ph.D., a research fellow at the Cancer Prevention Research Centre of the University of Queensland in Australia. That's one big reason so many women still struggle with weight, blood sugar, and cholesterol woes despite keeping consistent workout routines.

So, this is not rocket science...get out there and move.  Every day.   

read the article in it's entirety...NOW. Please.