Nine, nine, nine. Fantastic number nine. It’s been an interesting few weeks in the land of Runner’s Delight, what with the random injury while attempting to squeegee off a few pounds that were trying to cling to my hips. Not a bad place for pounds, but you know…not quite what we’re going for here. Anyway, here’s the update from Lake RD:
No idea what I’m talking about? Read on.
After reading and reviewing David Kessler’s The End of Overeating: Taking Control of the Insatiable American Appetite, I felt empowered to work on my own health pitfall of overeating foods that stimulate rather than appropriately eating foods that satiate. In order to change not just my habits but really my entire approach to food, I analyzed what triggers me to overeat, and came up with a few basic rules to follow in order to get a grip.
At my last check-in, it had come to my attention that I wasn’t taking as good care of myself as I used to, mostly due to different working hours and a longer commute. So I decided that I had to make a few changes: first was to pull a switcheroo on my workout routine and return to two workouts a day during the weekdays (as opposed to one really long workout), diversify what I was up to, and finally, make some changes regarding how much I eat and what I eat. Woot!
The Update
All was going really well after my last Food Rehab post. I started hitting up spin class after work, and even was doing some longer endurance workouts on the days I knew I’d only make it through one workout. And I rejoined my old all-ladies soccer league (bringing along a friend, Meg, in the process). The new schedule, though a bit weird at first, actually really suited me. I felt like I had more energy in the evenings, and was even doing better getting things accomplished and making even better use of my time. Sweet!
Food was going okay too. Sticking to salads, saying no to more cheeses, trying to go out less/make better choices when out, and consciously eating less food when out or when presented with a carb. It wasn’t all easy, but when the number on the scale was down after almost two weeks, I had some motivation.
So with the injury popped up, my first thought was “crappola.” Going from double workouts to literally sitting on the couch with my leg propped up and ice hanging out on it wasn’t exactly going to keep the momentum going forward. Night one I definitely ate some cookie butter after dinner (by some I mean, like a sixth of the jar…maybe even a fifth), and while in bed and thinking about myself and my goals, I thought “get a grip. Food isn’t going to make this injury better. In fact, it will only make this worse.”
From there on out, I made it my mission to heal faster than a healing bullet. Stayed home from work so as to not have to walk a mile in (and a mile back) and iced like heck. When I did go into work I elevated and iced there. And even more, I cut down on calories. The only way to lose weight is to have less calories in than calories out – or at least to not gain weight I still needed an even number of calories in and out.
This morning I went to the gym and did the even more-low impact elliptical (what is that thing? I imagine it’s called the gazelle but I am guessing that is wrong) for not very long, and then did a lot of arm weights and crunches to keep my core working and give my muscles something to chew on.
Hopefully next time I get on the scale there was no backtracking.
My goals for next time are to keep hydrating (vital for spinning and soccer), keep making good use of my time, not letting being injured bum me out, and get healed without re-injuring myself. Not as exciting goals this time, but we’ve got a quad to heal over here.
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