Home Sweet Home!

Wow. I am again amazed at how many people are following my fitness journey. While I was in Vegas for our annual meeting, many people commented on the blog and some asked about the lack of posts while away from home. Really. For folks who have known me since before my 40th birthday, this is nothing short of miraculous...that I would be so into getting fit and leading a healthy lifestyle. To be thought of as inspirational in this regard a decade ago would have been laughable. But the best is that you all inspire me to keep at it!!! To make better decisions. To stay true to the goals I have set.

There were no posts while I was away simply because the internet in my room was so flaky. I did in fact make time to exercise 4 times. Although I have to admit that it was with a lesser intensity. The night I arrived in Vegas, I had a small scare. Poor Joe, I even called him in the middle of the night. I was convinced that I had a blood clot from flying on the plane. (OCD anyone???) After a long night of being afraid to fall asleep, I got up the next day feeling pretty normal. Crisis averted. Whew.

The gym at the hotel was actually pretty nice for a hotel gym. However, it was easily 1,000 degrees in there, which made it less than desirable to go all out as well. I got in two run days and two elliptical days. (The pool was closed for the season. How dare they??) Did some core work. Did my shoulder exercises. All of this was good.

All of the eating and drinking was bad. Very bad.

I managed to make good choices for breakfast each day. So I started out with the best intentions...oatmeal, oatmeal, and more oatmeal. With a smattering of eggs for protein. And lunch was relatively controlled as well. Dinner on the other hand. Wine, wine, and more wine. What was so much fun while away was a nightmare when I got home and faced the scale. Just imagine if I had not stuck to my oatmeal for breakfast!!!

And then I set out for the long run yesterday. Planning on 12 miles. Yeah. Right. Did 8.4 and threw in the towel. So upset with myself. Three pounds heavier. Didn't work hard enough. One week and all my recent progress feels like it was flushed down the toilet. I could honestly weep. (I wonder how many calories that would burn??? Perhaps I should give in to the urge!)

So, therefore, today we start again. If at first you don't succeed and all that....

Up and on the elliptical. Kept the strides per minute at 180. No backing off. No way. No how. Situps on an incline. All the other routine weight stuff and shoulder stuff. Protein drink for breakfast. Toast with hummus for a snack. Salad for lunch. Planning soup for dinner. 24 oz of water down the hatch and the day is still young.

Only 5 weeks till the Flushing 13.1. Goal is to reduce time by over 3 minutes. I must, I must, I must stay focused. What's done is done. There are no do-overs. I'm done beating myself up. Today is day one, all over again. So far, so good.