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Back Breaking Labor

Afternoon Commute

My ride home was uneventful and fast.  I didn’t stop, I didn’t have any technical difficulties and I learned from my mistake last week and left all my heavy cold-weather gear at the office. I just didn’t want my back to hurt again. I might look into getting a saddle bag for my bike but I need to talk to my cycling expert about that. 😉


The sun was out and it was really warm but with a nice, cool breeze. The sky was clear and I could see the mountains in the distance. The roads weren’t crowded with other cyclists.


Since I parked somewhere else in Sellwood, I had to take a different route through Sellwood. That meant I had to go through a very busy and slightly scary intersection at Tacoma and 13th. The photo above doesn’t accurately describe how busy that intersection is. But I made it through unscathed and go to the car in record time.


I was so hot and sweaty. But I could have ridden longer. I think it might be time to start parking somewhere other than Sellwood to lengthen my ride.

Ride Stats:

Time: 26 minutes

Calories Burned: 246

Miles Biked: 5.9

It was a good ride. When I got home I had a quick snack and then Michael and I spent almost two hours working on the rest of the front yard.

BEFORE

I tackled the weeds in the section dividing our property with the neighbor’s. I  pulled up the old weed-tarp that was rotten, leveled the ground and put down a new tarp.

AFTER

The front yard is 99% done for 2011. I am so happy with the hard work we’ve done. I think it looks great. We need one more bag of mulch to do a small section and it’s complete. $100, 12 hours of labor later, it looks presentable.

 


The next task: focusing on the expansive backyard and vegetable garden. That will take much more time and energy. In case you were wondering how many calories I burned doing yard work, I wore my HRM:


343 calories in a little over an hour of manual labor! Not too shabby in my opinion! That was me lifting, carrying and dumping the huge bags of mulch plus lots of squatting, weed pulling and bending over to rake.

I was famished!


Dinner was a chicken taco salad. There was a gallon of lettuce: red leaf and baby spinach. Then I topped it with a little shredded cheese, black olives, freshly made guacamole, sour cream, broccoli, celery and cauliflower.


I added cooked black refried beans and Michael cooked the chicken and sliced red and yellow peppers with cumin and some other spices. It was DELISH! I love this dinner. It looks huge because there’s so much salad fixings but it that it’s not as big as it seems. It’s definitely filling though.

Total Calories burned for the day:  844

QUESTION: Any recipes or tips on making shredded chicken for a salad like this?

 

When The Mirror Lies

Battling Body Dysmorphia

You would think that after losing so much weight AND keeping it off for over 2.5 years that I would come to terms with my body image. Most of the time I feel happy and confident when I look in the mirror. But there are those times where I still look in the mirror and see flaws, fat, a muffin top, flab. I thought that those feelings would go away once I’d maintained my weight loss for a significant amount of time. It’s strange when these feelings rear it’s ugly head. It almost always catches me off guard.

I felt that way this week. Logically I looked in the mirror and still saw the same slender, muscular build I’ve had for years. Emotionally and physically? I felt about 20 pounds heavier. Now these feelings could be completely PMS related–although it’s not a feeling I always have during “that time.” Perhaps this feeling is the aftereffect of a vacation where I indulged. Maybe it’s a side effect of the Prednisone I took for a week? It could even be the placebo effect of taking Prednisone– i.e. The common side effect of the drug is weight gain so I think I’ve gained weight. I’m hoping it’s that.


Body Dysmorphic Disorder is a common thing. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a diagnosed mental illness for people to experience it. In my opinion I think every woman has looked in the mirror and thought “I feel so fat this week” when in reality they are not fat. Hormones, water retention, washing a pair of jeans and suddenly they are a tad too tight = these can all bring up feelings of inadequacy. I wish I could just snap out of it.

Last night at the pool I swam my 1.25 miles at a great pace and it felt wonderful to be back to the routine. While the pool wasn’t quite the same as that amazing experience swimming in Tucson, I have to admit I’d missed my little pool. While I was swimming I reminded myself that no matter what I saw in that stupid locker room mirror my swimming abilities have not diminished. That should tell me something about my body and the state of my fitness.

The dinner I ate after the swim was healthy and low in calories: turkey burger with a side of onion rings (they were 230 calories a serving). Nothing to feel guilty about, yet I did. (Especially the mini Ben & Jerry’s ice cream I shared with Michael.) 🙂


This morning at the gym I reminded myself that if I was overweight again and out of shape I wouldn’t have been able to run 3.25 miles at my old pre-injury pace. Which I did. And it was awesome!


5.2! That’s the old treadmill pace I used to warm up at before I was injured. My body has healed. I’m healthy, I’m athletic. I will never be “Skinny” but I am FIT. Who cares about a little muffin top, right? (Ugh. I’m still trying to convince myself. It’s a learning process.)

 

I ignored the stupid voice in my head that returned this week and had an excellent run. There were no bouncing ovaries, no cramps, no knee pain, no sore quads. Just good runnin’. I also ignored the Chatty Cathies on the treadmills next to me yapping loudly on their cellphones. I just turned on my tunes even louder and rocked out on the treadmill to some Human League.


All the while reminding myself that I am only Human and striving for perfection is a recipe for depression. No one is perfect. I need to add that to my positive-thinking-mantra. I ran 3.27 miles and then lifted weights. Now THAT’S when my thinking really started to turn around. Whenever I’m feeling depressed about my body or “Fat” lifting weights will most definitely snap me out of that thinking. Lifting weights gives me confidence and I feel STRONG and determined when I do it.


I commended myself for being able to do 4 sets of Chin-Ups. Now if that doesn’t give someone confidence, I don’t know what will!


I felt a million times better about life in general once I finished my workout. I ended with lots of stretching, some yoga poses and the Foam Roller (ouch).

Gym Stats:

Time: 1:32

Calories Burned: 813


I don’t have a magic cure for Body Dysmorphic Disorder. With anything I suppose it’s just One Day At A Time. There are bad days, there are lots of good days. When the Mirror Lies to me I need to remind myself of my accomplishments (like kicking ass at the gym today!).

QUESTION: Do you see something different in the mirror? What do you do when the Mirror Lies?