Told you so

monday morning weigh-in 144lbs. I put on 4lbs this weekend.

tuesday morning weigh-in 143lbs. Feeling a tad bit better. I see why weight loss/gain is so damn frustrating. Here on Friday I weighed 140 lbs and over the weekend I went out to a party (didn't eat that much junk there) yes I consumed some beer, jello shots, crackers and some kind of cream cheese dip. Came home early. Sunday I had breakfast, then a tuna sub, real coke and some chips and cookies and I put on 4 pounds. Sure it could be water weight or whatever they are calling it these days. It does not make sense. What is it.....you need to comsume 3,500 extra calories to gain a pound? Does that mean I ate 14,000 extra calories this weekend. Let's say I only put on 2 lbs in 2 days ... that's 7,000 calories in the weekend. It does not compute. I'd hate to see what I would truly weigh if I didn't run.

Yesterday was gorgeous! I came home early and got a 3.4 mile slow run in. I did a hill run with 6 hills in it. Some long, some hard, some short and so on. With hill runs you work it and get that little break of going down a hill after you have climbed one. My last mile was almost as fast as my first mile out which was nice.

I would like to get another run in today before all the halloween activities start. Being a mom I have to get a new media card and batteries for the digital camera so who knows. I hope my littlest wears his costume tonight. For the neighborhood halloween party he refused and threw a temper tantrum when I put it on him. I got so fucking frustrated I threw the outfit onto the light fixture hanging in the dining room. Today he got mad when I made him take his pj's off and put levi's on him. My husband doesn't understand why I am stressed out. He is gone before any of the kids wake up and he gets home after we have all eaten dinner. I don't even think I can call it eating dinner. The littlest eats ketchup and apple sauce, runs away and touches everything. My other son sits there and complains it's not spaghetti o's and that he hates whatever I have cooked. My daughter eats her dinner very nicely. Then my husband comes home, reads the NY Times, takes an hour to eat what I shoveled in my mouth in 15 minutes. Then he takes the business section and announces to the house that he is going to the bathroom. He comes out 30 minutes later. 1st born son goes in an hour later and tells me it smells in there and to stay away. Nice.

Happy Halloween!

Alive

In many ways. It is finally fall here. My mood is fantastic. No heat, extreme warping sunshine, humidity I couldn't be happier. I have gotton in 3 runs this week (so far) I can feel myself getting better and better. It was very frustrating there for awhile. I want instant gratification. I barely ran for 2 months and I expect mentally and physically to be where I was last March. Pretty lofty expectations there. I'm not in the running shape I was in in March (maybe never again) but the runs are coming along easier. I do breathe to heavy though. I think people can hear me coming. I need to get more slow runs in. I think I look like a dork when I run slow. I've also been trying to watch my form on my runs. I notice that I start running forward motion when I should try to be more vertical.

Alive part II:

To girls have died within 3 months of each other on runs here. The last one was hit by a car while she running on the shoulder. The lady in the car (probably a buick) claims sun glare distracted her and she didn't see her. Now first, there was a sidewalk and she could of run on that. Runner's don't run on sidewalks b/c the surface is hard, could be broken etc. I run on the shoulder also. I don't fault the runner there. I have almost been run over by inattentive drivers too. I try to run close to the grass or side when I am on the shoulder. I have a friend that trained with me that would run as close as she could to the white line b/c the far side is sloped and that is bad for running. While I agree with that premise it is extremely dangerous to runso close to traffic. I wonder where the latest girl was running. Was she running against traffic? Was this lady speeding? I don't know. I assume the runner was in the right b/c she was not a novice runner. She placed in the top 5 in her age group in the Philly Half Marathon so she had to be good. I don't know. I just know that I have a fear of road running now. I was thinking of training for a 10 miler in the dead of winter, but not sure if I want to. I'll think about it.

My weight has dropped to 140. Well today it did. It will probably shoot back up to 144 on Sunday after the halloween party I am going to this weekend. My husband told me last night I looked real nice in my black dress and boots. This morning he told me I looked good in my puffy sleepy eyes, wild hair and pj's. He rocks today. He was a dick on Wednesday though.

Have a great weekend.

Dress like a runner

Do you? I do not dress like a runner unless I am running. I see runners or people that want to look like they run all the time. They are usually in their sweats, under armour, Nikes (always Nikes, never Brooks) and I always see them at the grocery store. I never see them actually running. If anyone saw me at the grocery store the only reason they would say "hey I bet she runs" is looking at my ironman watch. I never wear my running gear out. No shorts, under amour, sneakers .... nada nothing. I guess I just feel that when I wear running gear I need to run. It's my uniform, not my daily clothing.

I feel like I'm losing my edge on running sometimes. I ran Saturday and got done my first sprint (which kill me cardio wise) and I see another older runner ahead of me. Try as I might I could not catch the bitch. Granted the sprint wasted me, but usually I can catch people. Thank God she took a short steep hill route and I got to go down a slow long hill. I'm sure she could hear me gasping for air behind her.

Well I got 4 runs in last week and my weight dipped to 142. (today it's 144 b/c I ate a pan cake, pumpkin pie, 8 beers, cookies, candy apples, candy corn, candy, icing.....and on and on) On the bright side of my weight dropping I actually fit into two belts that I almost gave away last year b/c they "would never ever fit" Wild. Of course I sucked it in and wore the belts all day for two days. Hubby tried to get fresh and stick his hands down my pants and was foiled. He kept trying and was like "what the?" Tough life.

A lot more has happened since I last posted, but I'm too damn lazy to report on it.

Happy meals?

Scene: McDonalds for dinner. (note: this is what makes my kids think I'm the best mom in the world. This is a verrry rare treat....aka dad's not coming home for dinner and mom is lazy)

continued: One other family w/4 kids leaves for the playground. There is one table with mom and son, another with man and woman and another with 2 ladies. One probably owns this car.

We eat our dinner in peace. David gets up and starts sitting in the booths behind us say "ma" "ma" My daughter finishes her dinner and gets up to play with him. He runs and giggles. It's that giggle/laugh that I want to bottle. That laugh that makes me want him to stay 2+. That laugh that I can't get enough of. That laugh that just makes me want to shower him with hugs and kisses. It's not a squeal, scream it's a beautiful laugh. He runs around the middle island and I hear buick lady say something. My mind says to me "NO she didn't say that." He runs back the other way giggling. All I see is his big cheeks coming my way. The lady and her son laugh at him. The buick lady says "can't she control him and make him be quiet, jesus!" Whoa boy. (mind you this laughter lasted maybe 30 seconds) Now I am MAD. I turn around (i am so non-confrontational most times) and say "I'm sorry my son's laughter is bothering you!" She tells me she has sensitive hearing. (mmm,hmm and terrific eyesight b/c when you are 80 your eyes and hearing get so much better. Is that why you are wearing sunglasses at 5:30 in McDonalds? Hmmmm? No you are a old miserable hag)

I start throwing away food and David comes over to me and I pick him up. She makes another comment about me or David and I turn around again and say "for God's sake lady he was laughing not screaming, give me a break" I get the kids and walk out. Of course I wish I said a shit load of other things...like it's McDonalds. They have happy meals, it's a kid's place. Their mascot is a clown, doesn't that tell you it for children. If you want quiet coffee go to the Four Seasons, or some fancy coffee house, and if you can't afford that go sit in fucking dunkin donuts. When I was holding David and getting ready to leave I debated about pinching him to get him to scream. Then I would of walked over to her and said "now this is screaming" But, alas it wasn't his fault and I don't have pms so I'm not into my evilness.

What else....I've been running here and there. We had a sunny heatwave recently so I hung out in my house until the clouds came. I've decided that I'm a vampire. I debated on upping my anxiety meds to combat the sun depression, but knew fall would finally get here. I'm plodding along with my running though. I think I push myself to much to get good splits. I need to go with the flow and get some easy runs in. Also I really need to start doing some sprint work.

Other than that I'm pretty boring. Well at least my running and diet are. The family life is non-stop crazy.

great weekend.

Planning

I try to plan everything out. With the main exception of keeping my house clean. That is impossible. I have given up on that whole idea. There is no basis in reality of making that one work. That being said....I was trying to plan either a 5k race or long run this weekend. My daughter has two (2) yes 2 birthday parties back to back this Saturday. I could either run a 5k and leave immediately after I cross the finish line (and skip all the awesome food) or I could get up early and drive and run 7 miles 20 minutes away. While planning this whole run thing I realized I can't do any of it. None, nada, no way. First I have girls night Friday night. I thought ok I just won't drink and eat a lot of crap...it'll keep me and my diet good. Then the thought of being good made me think of my husband (why?) anyhow he is going surf fishing Friday night into Saturday morning. I can't run...unless I expect a 5 and 7 year old to run at 7am on their bikes for 7 miles while I push a stroller 7 miles jogging. I can't leave them all at the 5k race alone for 27 (?) minutes b/c then I would be arrested upon finishing the race. Nope can't do it. Damn. It was really starting to be a good plan.

Speaking of getting arrested. My 5 yr old son got his halloween policeman costume. He's a freak. Walked around yesterday in the get up. Gave his favorite neighbor a ticket for being on the wrong side of the street in her SUV. Told her "be more careful next time" He cracks me up. My daughter put her monster bride costume on too. Loves it. Though no one is going to get who she is. She is happy and that is what matters.

"So when are you going to run?"

"Oh, and hurry up." Yep a repeat of last Saturday's run. BUT this time I fed the littlest before I left. The dirty diaper was (of course) waiting for me upon my arrival back. "sigh". Now my husband really truly isn't being a dick. He is working on this project



It's called a french drain. That picture is 1/10 of the actual job. He has done all the work himself (cut the concrete, jackhammer the concrete and taken about 10+ loads to the concrete recylcing center) Now he has to dig at least another foot down, put a pipe with a sleeve in it, fill with rock and then we pay someone to reconcrete the whole thing. After 6+ years of dealing with a flooding basement (we do have an awesome sump pump already) this is the final solution. I swear if I have to dig a new well I will put it in our front yard b/c we will hit water in less than 10 feet. Our basement smells like earth and we should probably have a haunted house tour here b/c it's pretty scary down there.

I did a hill run. One long hill and another shorter higher one where I basically shuffled up it. It was only a 34 minute run b/c if I wanted to make it longer I had to go up 2 more hills and it wasn't in me. I really need to get longer mileage out stat! Next week I'll have to either do a race or drive to one of my half marathon training grounds to get a decent run in.

We took the kids to a frightland carnival. Whoa boy. I went on all the rides b/c I'm a fun mom. Alas a pretty nauseous one by the end of the day. They had a blast. I of course am more interested in the carnival(e) workers. One worker girl had a sweatshirt and winter coat on. It was maybe 70 degrees out. All the men looked like leering pedophiles and the girls all looked miserable. I would look miserable too I guess if I lived in the quarters that they are living in for the month they are here. It was just like the HBO series w/out the freakshow attachment.

Oh and I ate like crap all weekend.