And there's even more bling. Check it:
After a disappointing week last week, this week has been full of surprises of the best kind. Down 6.6 this week for a total of 50.4. I knew this week had been a better week, but this was not at all what I expected. Personal goal, achieved! 1/4 of the way there and still going strong! Apparently 50 pounds does not get you an allan wrench after all, it gets you a slightly thicker washer-looking thingy. The second charm is the "stay and succeed" clapping hands charm, which you get after completing 16 weeks on the plan. A few weeks ago the theme of our WW meeting was finding an anchor, or a physical item that reminds you of a time you had a feeling of success. The thought is that looking at this object will reconnect you to that feeling and help keep you on track. I will refer you to Dominique's excellent post for a much clearer explanation of the concept. I decided to use my keychain because earning it gave me the feeling that I was out there kicking ass and taking names. Jean-Claude Van Damme had nothing on me that day. The last time I had that feeling was the day I got into medical school, because I saw all my hard work pay off and realized my dreams were within reach even though I still had a lot of work left to do. Carrying my degree around in my pocket strikes me as somewhat impractical (especially in the ornate frame Mom insisted on buying for it) so keychain it is! I'm a hugely goal-oriented person, and I love the idea of continuing to add charms until I get to 200 pounds. My original plan had been to buy charms that were meaningful to me when I hit my goals but so far WW has been supplying them for me. My next goal is 56 pounds lost for my next Pi Hard check in. My next WW goal is 75 pounds, or 20% of my starting weight.
The bling was awesome, but believe it or not it wasn't the best thing that happened to me this week. The best thing that happened to me this week was definitely forgetting my pants. Not usually something one celebrates, I realize. Let me explain. One night (for work-related reasons) I found myself spending the night away from home. I had a presentation to give the next day and thus I packed a bag containing some nice khaki pants to wear, or at least I thought I did. Lo and behold the next morning I had a shirt and shoes but no khaki pants. Four months ago this would have been a real problem. I live about an hour away from where I work, so running home for pants would not have been an option. Faced with the option of either wearing jeans or going pantsless, I suddenly thought maybe it's time to take that 50 pounds out for a spin. To put this in perspective, the last time I was able to buy pants in a store was a year and a half ago, and even at my lightest weight some of the 28s were too tight. So, off to Lane Bryant I went, with no small amount of trepidation. I think I'd been subconsciously avoiding this moment because I was afraid nothing would zip and then my good feeling bubble would burst. I've been window shopping, but at no point since January have I actually tried anything on. Here I am in the dressing room, wearing the pants I bought!
|I also forgot to pack hairspray, hence my hair here.|
Now for the best part. Here's the size label in those pants:
Full disclosure: those were the only size 26 pants that fit. The rest buttoned but were still too tight in the waist. Every single size 28 fit though! I bought these because
(Side note to thin people: does The Gap sell clothes that would be appropriate for a 33 year old? I'm so out of touch with non-plus sized shopping I don't even know anymore.)
No new running records to report this week. I've been having trouble with muscle cramps in my side when I try to go any faster. I've increased my speed significantly since January from an average pace of 16-18 minutes per mile to my current pace of 13-15 minutes per mile and I think this is just my body letting me know it's not ready to go any faster. The cramps make it difficult to catch my breath and I usually have to walk for a minute or so to alleviate them. Question for the runners out there reading this, do any of you have any suggestions that will prevent this from happening? Any help would be much appreciated. I continue to hate the Fartlek with the burning fire of a thousand suns but Sophia reminds me that as torturous running exercises go it's a million times better than the Jonesy. I couldn't find anything online about the origins of that particular exercise, but I did find out it's better known by the racist term "Indian Run". Nobody seems to be sure why. Let's stick with calling it a Jonesy, mm-kay? A Jonesy is a team exercise Sophia and I had to do at soccer practice wherein everyone jogs in a single file line. The person who is unlucky enough to find themselves at the end of the line must sprint to the head of the line, lather, rinse, repeat. Simple enough in theory, oh my God my lungs are going to fall out if I have to do that again in actual practice, especially if you are the slowest runner on the team. (I'm pretty sure Sophia and I probably tied for that honor. We were really good at making sure the bench didn't float away though.) Suffice it to say, when your sprint is approximately the same speed as the average person's jog it feels like it takes forever to get to the head of the line. Thank God that a) I am a solo runner and you need a team for that and b) I am now a voting adult with enough intelligence to tell anyone who might ask me to do that again to go jump in a lake. Age has to count for something, right?
Best Non-Running Related Discovery This Week: Fitch, please. Ellen's response to the Abercrombie and Fitch debacle. Key quote: "What you look like on the outside is not what makes you cool, at all. I mean, I had a mullet and I wore parachute pants for a long, long time, and I'm doing OK. What is important is that you're healthy, that is the most important thing, as long as you're healthy and you're happy that's the most important thing." Sing it, sister.
What's On Tap For This Week:
Sunday: 30 minute walk
Tuesday: 3 mile run
Wednesday: cross train, 30 minutes. This is supposed to be aerobic activity other than running.
Thursday: 3 mile run
Saturday: 5 mile run (eek!)
Wish me luck, and if you find me collapsed in a heap on the side of the road, do the decent thing and at least offer me a ride home!