Wow. Gone since March.
Well, dont I feel like a fool.
The last time I wrote, I had just finished running my first 5K of the year. Since then, I ran a 10K and another 5K, moved to a different (and more awesome) neighborhood, officially started living with my SOB (significant other Brendan), and learned a whole bunch of awesome sauce things about myself that are too plentiful to list.
The one thing I haven’t done, though? Lost weight. Me, High Empress of Consistency, hasn’t managed to make the scales budge. AT ALL.
Oh sure, my 5K time is 5-6 minutes faster, run 11 miles straight, swim three different strokes for 300 meters without a rest, and constantly beat everyone in the mileage challenge at my regular spin class.
But that scale, yeah, it’s a fickle bitch.
It hasn’t been without trying. I mean, my schedule is pretty awesome:
Monday: 120 minutes of high intensity cardio (run, hill climbs, spin class or by myself, row machines, kickboxing, elliptical of doom, etc.)
Tuesday: 5am recovery run, 40 minutes of full body strength training
Wednesday: 60 minute swim training and possibly a spin class if I get there on time and can be persuaded by the teacher.
Thursday: 5am speed run, 40 minutes of more strength training
Friday: 60 minutes of yoga, pilates, and walk or hill runs
Saturday: SPIN CLASS FROM HELLLLLL
Sunday: Long run of 5+ miles or races and another 40 minutes of strength
I devote over 500 minutes of working this body till it’s covered in sweat and screaming for a break. I’ve pushed it to some insane (and often smelly) limits.
But nada results.
I need a cookie. Fine. I want it. Damnit.
How’s my eating… well, you can check out my sparkpage for that info. Just look at my food logs. I get in some decent food. I’m working on more veggies and less carbs thing. It’s a process, I hear.
So, what am I doing back in blogger world? Well. On spark, I sadly have to censor myself. Sometimes I want to use the “f” or similar singular letter’d words, but get the big error button when I try to submit it. Other times, I want to talk more about my personal life, but I feel a bit off doing it there. Sure, I’ll keep doing my weekly updates, but I’m hoping to keep this ol’ blog alive. This is my space to vent about the joys of weight loss and fitness training. I’ve got some big goals to accomplish, like running the Chicago Rock n’ Roll Half in August, and this is my space to be like “fuck it, I wanna run freeeee.”
Another confession before I hit the “publish post” button? See, I have this thing called depression. Me and 9.5% of America suffer or make ourselves suffer through it. It’s dark hole suckage and it sadly encompasses more than my personal head space. It grips and pulls at everyone and thing close to me until we are all nothing but couch dwellers, sheet hiders, and stagnant robots. It’s been over 10 years since my diagnosis, and yet I still haven’t found the perfect mixture of coping methods. Running myself in to a frenzy and punishing myself in spin classes have oddly helped me over the last year. But, lately, I’ve felt more detached, more tired, and more nothing. There will be times when this blog will be nothing but a space for me to be a whiny bitch, and I apologize in advance. I know that my depression lasts for months at a time and then will go away, so just know, it’s temporary. Seasons change, and so does my mind. We are all evolving creatures.
To sum this awkward rambling of a blog post up, if you read these furthermore posts, feel free to comment. I dont expect it, but welcome it. Give me feedback. Yell at me and my confessions. If I take more than one rest day in a row, send me hate mail. And if I eat more than 2000 calories a day, please, feel free to come on over to the Up and Up apartment complex and steal my bucket of fried chicken from under me.