Lunch

Ah, sweet bliss.  Our long run this week was 8 miles.  I won't think about the 18 miler coming up.

I have been thinking a lot about lunch this week.  I try to take lunch to work on most days, which invariably means a couple of fruit, a PB and honey sandwich (or two) and/or a Dr Praeger's sandwich.  It is a fair amount of points, but it somehow always seems sad.  I find it hard to pack veges other than carrots, and so lunch is full of healthy but somewhat dense food.

This is important, because lunch is where my day goes nuts.  I like oatmeal for breakfast - in fact, I can happily choose it over some decadent breakfast sandwich.  But lunch... I could eat two full lunches and then get a bag of chips (the family sized bag).  It is a joy to keep eating, especially when the alternative is work!  And especially when I have to work while I eat!

So it is important to me to have plenty of good, and good sized foods.  I haven't totally figured it out, but I am working on it.  Everything relies on a good lunch...

Off the horse

Ugh.
I ate mindlessly this week - foods that I don't particularly love, at times that I wasn't hungry, while I was alone.

This is not my plan. 

By being loosey goosey with Weight Watchers, I am trying to get the emphasis off of weight loss and strict counting.  For a couple of months, that worked.  I lost some weight, maintained it, and it didn't seem too hard.  But in order for this to work, I have to eat real food, in reasonable quantities, with occasional treats.

That's not what I have been doing lately.  I am back to ordering two lunches, two dinners, for myself.  For no good reason.  I don't even enjoy the food!! 

Today is the first time that I really did not want to post.  I have gained weight, but more importantly I am drifting in bad habits and mindlessness.  I guess for the first time I am also realizing the purpose of writing a blog that no one reads - writing this out forces me to think about why and how I stopped thinking.  Are there foods that I want to eat?  Can I just incorporate them into a mindful diet?

Let's see how this goes.  My goal this week is to eat purposely - not in a zombie daze.  If I can do it, great... if not, I looked up WW meetings in my area.  I may need more structure.

sigh.

Stagnant

I can't seem to get myself going - at work, at the gym, in the kitchen.  After a good run this summer (I was so productive, eating healthy), I am just kind of skidding through the past couple of weeks.

The good news is that the marathon training continues.  The long runs are getting long - I mean really long.  And this past Sunday I had my first "walk to the finish" because I just couldn't get myself to jog the final half mile or so.  But the important thing is that I got the mileage in.  That is my most important goal.

But I have to admit, everything else is just stagnating.  Pilates, other classes aren't happening as much.  I even have trouble getting myself into the gym some mornings.  Things are only going to get harder once the semester starts again.

I have been very happy with how I look.  I was thinking about how lucky I am to have a wonderful husband and a healthy body... and good clothes.  Why am I continuing to try to lose weight??  But the unhappy answer to that question is that if I am not trying to lose weight, I am actually slowly gaining weight.  It is a sad statement on where I am with food that I cannot maintain - it is a constant struggle for me to NOT eat in a completely insane way.  Everyday, I want to pack away two or three normal-sized lunches, by myself, before dinner.  I have to fight to eat one normal lunch, let alone a healthy, low-calorie lunch.

So that is the struggle.  Forget a low calorie sandwich-and-a-fruit lunch - I am just trying to eat one COSI sandwich rather than the whole menu at one time.  Most of the time I win this fight.  Sometimes I lose. 

Hence, stagnation!

pizza

Actually, this post is about a 20k race that we ran this weekend.  The pizza came after...

We decided to run a race for this training run - the schedule said "12 miles" for this weekend, and there was a 20k (12.4 miles) about an hour away.  Running in a race is fabulous - there are water stops, other runners and it makes it feel like you are doing something right now rather than in advance of the marathon.

The downside of running in the this kind of race is my urge not to lope in the back.  The difference between running 11 minute miles and 12 minute miles in a smallish race is pretty big.  With the former, you are running with others, albeit just a few others.  With the slower pace, you are running alone, trying to get to the finish line where the other 1,000 people are stretching. 

So I ran the 11 minute miles, which felt ok until about mile 10.  I guess this makes sense, since last week's endurance run was... 10 miles.  At 10 miles, you are close but not home to the finish line of a 20k.  I don't think I can train for an 11 minute mile marathon.

Anyway, all of this is to say that it was a great race.  We both finished strong, and now have a couple of days off before we start dreading the next 14 mile training run.

And for dinner, we went out for pizza.  We split a 12-inch, and I was pouring on the parm.  Have I mentioned that I love cheese?

Working

Ach.  Too many days where I am eating on a mission. 

My weeks have been very busy, work wise.  And I have reverted to bad habits: on the days when I know I must be very productive, I buy whatever food I want in large quantities to "help" me get through.  It's a strange reward/palliative to get done what I need to get done.  On the plus side, I got it done.  But I reconfirmed terrible habits and derailed some of my progress.

I am also training for the marathon.  I have very mixed feelings about this, since I truly dislike running.  Yesterday's 10 miles was ok - the run itself went well, I went nice and slow and listened to the iPod.  But it also reminded me how much more I have left, what kind of mileage is necessary to get to the marathon in good enough shape.

Eh, so I am ambivalent.  But I am writing.  I will keep writing, keep trying.