Regrouping and the trail of death
By Friday I was feeling a bit more ‘secure’ in where I was and what I was doing. Not quite back in the grove yet and not quite back to making plans and talking about it. But at least a bit more in control of what I was doing. Luckily, the weekend came and I had opportunities to think and situations that made me ponder in order to figure out something in terms of a plan. (A loose plan!)
On Friday evening as I was leaving work I received an email from a friend. She knew about the aforementioned meltdown on the bike trail that occured last weekend. Her parting words to me before we both logged off our computers was this. “Get back out on that trail. You can do it and this weekend you will conquer it. I believe in you.” Well then……I couldn’t back out of the ride now…Julie believed in me! The rest of Friday was uneventful. We enjoyed our normal low key evening of relaxation and pizza delivery as we recouped from our hectic work week.
On Saturday morning I hooked up with my friend Shantel for breakfast. We had a great time talking, laughing, sharing and reminiscing. I wasn’t happy with the selfie that we took about halfway through our time together
My face looks SOOOO fat. I mentioned it to Shantel and we got to talking about my weight woes. She works out each morning AND she runs a few miles everyday on her lunch break. She is a machine. I lamented about my long 11 hour work days (adding in the commute) and how that doesn’t leave much time for exercise. She readily agreed. But then I opened my big mouth and mentioned how I had previously contemplated and decided to sacrifice some sleep by waking up early so as to MAKE the time to workout before my normal daily activities began. I also readily admitted that making a plan to do it and actually DOING it were two different things and I was struggling with the actual follow through of this sacrificial plan. She looked at me and said “MaryFran, I wake up at 5AM every day and spend about 45 minutes to an hour working out with an exercise DVD”. Well then…..my plan was only 5:30 for a 20-30 minute workout. I quickly volunteered her to be my accountability partner and to use tough love on me. So, my plan was Monday morning…..5:30 AM…I’m up and at the very least riding the bike trainer.
On Saturday afternoon I decided to make a graph of my weight loss. I am an old fashioned girl and like things on paper so I can see. I chose to only put in a monthly weight….and chose the weight closest to the beginning of the month and there are definitely some gaps where I wasn’t weighing in (or I just don’t have any weights recorded). Each line represents 5 pounds…so it’s not spot on…but it is a true representative of my overall weight loss journey. It was sobering…but it was also very interesting. I can identify a major life event with EACH of the big jumps upward in the graph. I was losing weight…and doing nicely in 2013….and then found out my husband had cheated on me and boom my weight rose. I was losing again and then started the proceedings to the divorce and moved in with my parents…and my mother bakes all the time for some markets that she sells home cooked goods at so desserts readily available ALL.THE.TIME….boom another rise. I was holding steady and maybe even dropping a bit and then Jason and I both switched jobs which eliminated a lot of our evening walks and we were so tired that the weekends were not as active. Boom, my weight rose. It was very interesting to see.
Ok, so what if I made this graph while sitting on a stool in the kitchen while I watched the candy thermometer in the pan while I made a batch of fudge. (I will be freezing some of it for a quick little treat here and there.) hey…no judgement on the fudge! It is only right that I used/tested my new candy thermometer !! (Amazon Affiliate link!) But regardless of the fudge…the graph really does show my journey and really makes me want to see that big downward curve to the bottom of the graph!!!! Motivation for sure!!!!!
On Sunday we decided to head back to the trail where last week I had my meltdown I was filled with lots of fear and trepidation!
We grabbed the bikes and the first thing we noticed was that my tire was dead flat. We pumped it up and headed out (the same thing happened last week and I was fine). A half of an hour later we were at the trailhead and much to our chagrin the tire was partially flat. Again. Grrr. We pumped it up and did short forays from the car. It was probably exactly what I needed….I was tired and my legs were aching….but by not pushing myself to the absolute limit, I was actually able to enjoy the ride!!! The bike did bite me a bit!!!! I was climbing a hill…out of the saddle and something happened and I flew off the bike. Ok not really flew but I did leave the saddle and I did think I was going to go down. The pedal bite into my leg and I have developed a bruise.
So now it is 5:47 AM on Monday morning…and where am I might you ask?? I am sitting on my bike…on the bike trainer….spinning those wheels. I will have 25 minutes on my legs today…before I even shower! So I’m keeping my plan… you see…on the bike ride yesterday I kept vowing ‘I’m going to fix my issues and make every ride fun…even the long rides…even the hard technical rides. But I can’t keep doing the same thing and expect different results. The same thing..which was to be a dig through the week and a weekend warrior with exercise/activity, was NOT working…so to continue on that path was pure insanity. So this week I’m trying something different! (If only it was light outside, I would run a bit too!)
Change…it’s hard but the efforts will pay off!