Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Food of San Francisco

I have so many photos from our trip to San Francisco, I'm not sure I have the patience to put them all into my blog. Honestly. So I am going to restrict this particular post to the many things I ate. We ate good in SF. Maybe too good. We got great recommendations from some of H's friends and well as the lovely Ann Marie! Also, as in usual Dipitie fashion, sometimes it looked so good I completely forgot I was supposed to take a picture. Nothing was disappointing.

As soon as we checked in, we headed across the street to the Ferry Building which seemed to have the most concentrated group of interesting and recommended restaurants, as well as a Farmer's Market and specialty food shops.





We were hungry, but didn't want to eat too much right away, so we stopped into Mijita for a quick snack. We opted for two of the specials - a squash blossom quesadilla and a chicken torta.



Frescas!





And of course, I forgot to take photos. After a 6.5 hour drive, we were famished, so sue me. :oP The torta was good, although the Tortas at my local hole in the wall are better. However, the squash blossom quesadilla was amazing - instead of a tortilla quesadilla, it was almost like an empanada with a wonderfully flaky crust, gooey cheese and the very delicate favor of a squash blossom, and it was served with a smoked tomato salsa. YUM.

After some sightseeing, I was in the mood for some good old carb loading, so we headed over to Sodini's - an old school Italian restaurant that had a family atmosphere and played Sinatra nonstop.



We ordered the bruschetta, which was delightful, but not unusual - balsamic vinegar, tomatoes, basil, garlic on toasted slices of bread.



I ordered the Gnocchi stuffed with spinach and ricotta and covered in pesto alfredo. It was a cream based pesto with a strong basil flavor, but was exactly what I was looking for - a nice heavy, home style meal before hitting the hay.



H ordered the chicken Parmesan - the chicken was tender, the tomato sauce delicious, and the pasta perfectly cooked al dente.



Sodini's doesn't do dessert. I know, I was like wtf? too. But there was an awesome little Italian pastry shop around the corner where we picked up a cannoli.





The cannoli was awesome, the ricotta cheese just lightly sweetened with chocolate chips mixed in, and the shell was still crispy - perfect!

After my race, my family and I headed next door to our hotel for breakfast at Perry's. Of course I started out with a Bloody Mary.



I was all ready to order eggs, and then I saw these Ahi Tacos on the menu. Once I confirmed with our server that the ahi was sushi grade and served raw, I changed my breakfast tune! They were good, with a crispy won ton shell and a wasabi slaw, although the wasabi was a bit strong. I like wasabi though, so I wasn't complaining. In fact, I ate two more tacos off my sister's boyfriend's plate. I guess he wasn't as thrilled with the strong flavor, and I just ran 13 miles, so I considered it justified.



For my post race celebration dinner, we again walked across the street to the Ferry Building and The Slanted Door - This restaurant came recommended by almost everyone we talked to, so we knew we had to try it while we were in town.





The drink list was so unique, we had to try a variety!
H started with a Zona Rosa - a drink of tequila, lime and guava. This drink was good, but not exquisite other than the fresh guava juice they used. It was sweet but no truly interesting favors to me.



And I started with a Phantasm - lemongrass vodka (!), lime and falernum. I didn't know what falernum was either, but according to Wikipedia, falernum is a sweet syrup used in Tropical and Caribbean drinks. It contains flavors of almond, ginger and/or cloves, and lime, and sometimes vanilla or allspice. Learn something new every day! This drink was good. REALLY good. And I might have stuck with this one, if I hadn't wanted to try so many more!



As far as food went, we started with a few appetizer small plates. First the vegetarian spring rolls with tofu, shitake mushrooms and mint, served with peanut sauce. These tasted very summery - the were cool, light and refreshing with the mint, and the flavor of the shitake mushrooms was to die for.



Next we has the Hoisin BBQ Pork Short Ribs. These had wonderful flavor, but weren't all that unique really. But they were tender and the sauce was not disappointing.



Next up was the daikon rice cake with shallots and shitake mushrooms - these were so savory! The mushrooms, daikon, and shallots worked together beautifully! We actually got a half order because there were so many dishes we were going to try, but I was sad that we didn't have more when they were gone. Just delightful.



By now, we had moved on to more drinks!
H ordered the Hotel Nacional Special - rum, lime juice, pineapple syrup and apricot brandy. This was good. And potent!



And I got a Ginger Limeade made out of Kaffir Lime Vodka, ginger and fresh lime juice. Favorite drink, hands down. Sour and spicy and not too sweet, and there was a yummy piece of fresh candied ginger as a garnish, which I promptly ate. I could drink these ALL DAY. Seriously. YUM.



We also had a Jicama salad with citrus. Of course, I can't remember the entire description, nor could I find it online. It was good, but I was dying to get to the main course.



Now, of course, right about this time, we started chatting up our neighbors and I again forgot to take pictures. H got the filet with the citrus sauce and I had fresh halibut with a lime crust. H's filet was cooked a bit past medium rare, but was still very flavorful, but my halibut was the star of the entrees.

We finished the meal with the lemon blueberry panna cotta. Delicious, especially the sour cream topping. Sooo good.



I loved the Slanted Door so much, that we are already planning it into our October trip for the Nike Marathon. Once of the biggest reasons is that I have vegetarian friends and family, and their vegetarian dishes are inspired instead of forced. Not cheap, but highly recommended by us!

The next morning we checked out of our hotel, but did not need to leave town just yet, and I was dying to try the grilled cheese at Hog Island. Nothing was open yet, so we went to the Blue Bottle Coffee Company which was another must do located in the ferry building.





H and I both ordered cafe lattes. Now I am not a coffee connoisseur, but this was pretty good. Not bitter at all. And the barista was talented - H got a leaf



and I got a heart!



H was really interested in hitting up the Marketbar, and since Hog Island wasn't open yet, I acquiesced. I was eyeing the Marketbar's Beggars Feast menu item the day before.



We started with the ceviche, which had a lot of lime, sweet corn and Serrano chiles to add a great bite! It was served with fresh tortilla chips. Very, VERY good.



I ordered a glass of the Vino Rosado, from Floresta, Spain. The description was "Surprising amount of grip and pucker from tannins, which balance all the fruit flavors" and this attracted me because I am still trying to find a Rose with enough tannins to replace my beloved Barnwood Grenache Rose which is no longer produced. This was okay, dry with slight tannins, but it was no Barnwood. ::insert sad face::



H had cioppino. The broth was delicious, but the dish as a whole was not groundbreaking.



And I had the Beggar's Banquet: a bowl of potato leek soup, grilled italian bread drizzled with olio nuovo, with a piece of hard cheese and some fruit. The soup was a little bland, but the plate as a whole was satisfying and delicious in a simple peasant sort of way, hence the name. The olio nuovo was awesome, but was an Italian oil - I was a little disappointed it wasn't local. With all the amazing olive oil producers in California, including my beloved Pasolivo, it seemed a shame that they imported. Pasolivo's Olio Nuovo can take that oil on any day.



Well, we had a great time and ate some really good food. I am really happy I will be back in just a couple months to do it all over again! Especially since we didn't get to hit every restaurant we want to try - like these guys:

WW Weigh in, Week 26

Previous Weight: 157.4
Current Weight: 159.6
Gained this week: 2.2
Total lost: 19.8

I was just hoping to stay the same this week (You will understand when I do my SF Food post - I guess I better get on that), but I guess not. Although I might actually be essentially the same, since I weighed in later in the day and in heavier clothes. I'm not going to beat myself up. I have three more weeks, and have decided that whatever my weight is on that night, that is going to be my goal weight for the following six weeks regardless.

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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Planning out the rest of my life

Well, maybe only the next year of my running life.

After Nike, I will have to think of what else I plan on doing. I already know that I am addicted to running and racing. After I found out that you could Mentor with Team in Training without fundraising, I totally knew I wanted to do that. So maybe I will mentor for the Spring Season (after the holidays) and do the Los Angeles Marathon! I also know that traveling for races is more run than running local ones! I still want to do the Napa to Sonoma half marathon next summer, and maybe even the Paso Robles half marathon in March. Plus I really would love to do the Mud Run again. EDIT: Silly LA Marathon changed their date back to March so now I can only do LA or Paso, not both. ::pout::

It's kinda sad that I am pretty sure I can do all of these races. I always thought that if I got pregnant that I would still train and race even if I had to walk, but planning races this far out with little worry that I won't be able to compete is amusing and sad all at the same time. Oh well, life is a tragedy and a comedy all at the same time, so why should my life be any different?

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Runners Are Crazy

So many versions of crazy, where to start?

Well, how about the guys who was running in basketball shoes. They were red and white puffy high tops. I can't imagine how his feet felt at the end of that run, and i sure as heck hope he was running the half and not the full. Or there was the guy who passed me at the beginning of the Golden Gate portion of the run... barefoot. First thought was ouch. Second thought was ewwww.

Then there are the outfits. Unlike some runs that are known for the crazy outfits (Bay to Breakers, Mud Run, etc.) marathons aren't usually like that, but there are always a couple. This time was the man in all green including green face paint. I wonder if his face was green at the end? Oh and there was the guy who wore a helmet, carried a flag and a shield. And the guy who ran in a loin cloth. Sometimes I wish I had an internal camera.

The craziest person I saw passed me towards the end of the Golden Gate coming back into San Francisco. As she passed me, I caught a whiff of something not pleasant and I thought "that chick has bad breath - maybe a case of dry mouth" but then she got further ahead of me and I saw brown smeared all over the back her legs. As I wondered where she was that she got all muddy, the smell hit me again. My eyes widened as I realized that she shit herself. WTF? How competitive are you that you can't stop to take a crap? I know even my quest for a PR stepped aside as I slowed down to give her plenty of room. God knows if I smelled that for much longer, my shot bloks would be expelled onto the pavement.

Which brings me to my next and less insane version of crazy: Full Marathons. When I first started running, it was because I wanted a Tiffany Necklace. When that feel through last year, I ended up signing up for Long Beach because it was close. Then I signed up for two more so I could get my California Dreaming Race Series Medal and Jacket. Not once did I ever think I would run a full marathon. Then I joined Team in Training and had to run a full marathon because I felt I had to, you know? But I had no desire to run a full for any other reason, and pretty much told myself I would probably never run another full marathon.

So this weekend, as I sat with my family over breakfast and I spied the full marathon medal for San Francisco (which was larger AND better!) I actually said "If I knew the medals would be so much better, I would have signed up for the full!" And then I thought WTF just came out of my mouth? Why the hell would I do that?

The last straw that made me realize maybe I was done with the half marathons: As we arrived back at home yesterday, our neighbor was out in the front yard and asked us where we went over the weekend. My husband responded "San Francisco - my wife ran the marathon", and instead of correcting him for the 30th time in three days, I didn't correct him. But I felt a little guilty, and now I am thinking it might just be easier to run the full than to keep correcting him. :oP

I am a runner, therefore I am crazy.

I'm still not signing up for any of those ultramarathons... Yet! LOL

The San Francisco Half Marathon

What an awesome run! So far, my favorite race hands down. I know plenty of people I spoke to were worried about the hills. I was too, but I had studied the course elevation and it didn't look that bad to me. Maybe it was the hill training I do simply by running around my house (at the top of a hill LOL).

So Sunday morning my alarm goes off at 4:30 am for a 5:54 race start (my particular wave). If this race were at home, I would be leaving my house before 4:30 to get there on time, but lucky me - I am staying at the closest hotel to the start. Wheee! 4:30 am is still pretty frickin early though. I get dressed, don my number, grab some water and some shot bloks, pack the backpack my H would be holding and we head out of the room. The plan was to grab a banana from the hotel continental breakfast, but they were all green so I just grabbed some water instead. I didn't want to risk intestinal discomfort. Not that it mattered to everyone - more about that in a later post.

So we walk out the door of the hotel and the first thing I noticed was the commotion right outside! The second thing I noticed was the incredible chill in the air. I knew this would be a good thing, but I was slightly worried about my muscles being too cold when we finally started running. I found my wave (VERY organized BTW - we had actual corrals to keep us straight! Unlike other races where if I wasn't in my wave before everyone got there, I would be waiting with the slower runners and would expend a good amount of energy trying to pass people), kissed my husband, handed him my sweatshirt, warned him that I was going for a PR and to be at the finish no later than 8:00 am, and proceeded to alternate jumping around/butt kicks/jogging in place with stretching for the next 25 minutes or so. I could hear the announcers talking - heard the first three waves of runners be started and then when the announcer said my wave would be taking off in about 5 minutes, I realized I had to pee.

At first I thought it was the nervousness that made me feel like that. There was no way I would be able to get into a port-a-potty in that time, nor would I be able to get to my room and back, so I just hoped that either it would go away once we started, or I would find a restroom along the way with no line. I wanted this race to be a PR! I could have gone and just started with a different wave, but I also didn't want to get stuck behind a bunch of slower runners and have to expend energy cutting around them. Again, this was the crazed part of my brain that wanted a PR talking. It soon became a moot point, because we had started and a was quickly over the start.

As with most of my longer runs, race or not, I spend the first two miles wondering why the hell I would do this. I'm not in my rhythm yet, usually a shin muscle will start to hurt, and I feel tired and sluggish. But the start is no place to walk, and with the others around me, I don't dare stop. Stopping in front of someone is bad form - more runs should know this. But I digress.

I see my husband about a 1/4 mile in - I ran past him, gave him a quick butt smack and was on my way. I hear him yell at me "Keep running - you got another 13 miles to go still!" Thanks for telling me - I think I forgot. LOL But I still have to pee. After assessing my ability to hold it for the next two hours, I decide that is too much, especially since I need to keep drinking liquids. I will need to find a restroom at some point, so my hunt for an unoccupied toilet began.

A little over 2 miles in I got to the first water stop, where I normally give myself about 30 seconds to walk so I can drink my water and not choke. I also spy the first set of port-a-potties - damn, a line. I keep running. I'm doing so well, I can't stop now! And then I hit the first hill. A steep hill right at Fort Mason. But it was mercifully short and over quickly, plus it was at the beginning of the race so I had plenty of energy for it.

Maybe a mile further I spy a park restroom a little off the route that looks open! And a couple people were heading that way, but no line! Whew! It was worth the tenth of a mile extra distance and the 60 second delay. Later my husband was appalled - thought I would see a bum sleeping in there. But I didn't. No harm, no foul. Also, this is the first time I spied the Golden Gate bridge, shadowed in fog - my ultimate motivation. Even though the first half marathon was rumored to be harder with more hills and a more aggressive time limit than the second half, I knew I needed to run over the Golden Gate. I would kick myself if I chose to do anything else.

One more aid station, and I see the only hill that I felt was going to be an obstacle. Steady and long uphill, but we had a great cheering section with the cutest man beating on a pot with a wooden spoon. I got to the top with minimal walking and headed onto the Golden Gate bridge. Now, don't ask me why this was so cool, because I don't have an answer for you. It boggles my mind to figure out why this was such a thrill, but regardless, it was. In fact, the next five miles (a pretty huge chunk of a 13.1 mile race!) revolved around the bridge. This part of the race flew by - the beginning of the bridge was a gradual uphill, challenging but still relatively easy, and the end was a gradual downhill which made me feel so strong! Because we were shrouded in fog, I couldn't even tell where the end was, until I was almost there. Off the bridge, a quick loop and an aid station, and then I was getting back on the bridge, running the uphill, looking forward to the downhill, and the last three miles of the race! Just a 5k, right?

I was still feeling strong, but was starting to tire. It was still the best I had ever felt at mile 11. We started to head through neighborhoods, and this is where the majority of the crowds subsided. There were a few people outside of their houses, but nothing like on the other parts of the course. It was right about there that the rolling hills started.

Don't get me wrong - I like rolling hills. You work hard on the short uphill and you gain speed while still catching your breath on the downhill. I guess I have never done rolling hills after this many miles. I stopped to walk too many times. Eventually I had to resort to counting my steps again. I kept thinking maybe this was the last hill, and then you would crest it and see the next one. It was tough mentally. I looked down at my Garmin, and saw I had less than 10 minutes until my goal time but I had no idea how much further.

(side note: yes, a Garmin calculates distance, but it counts all the weaving you do to get around people, to aid stations, etc. so it always measures a longer distance than an actual race. And of course I had that side trip I took to the restroom, so I had no idea how close I was)

I reached the park and saw the crowds, and wondered where my husband would be, and if my family even made it out of bed. I mean, it was barely 8:00 am! I also wondered how much longer it would be before I saw the blessed 13 mile marker. It wasn't right away, I tell ya. I kept checking my watch and had almost given up on my 2:15 goal. I was almost there, and no finish in sight. Thank goodness I had seemed to have crested my last hill at that point. Small victories, you know?

Finally, I see the finish, and again, inexplicably, I get a burst of energy and sprint to the finish line. I check my Garmin, and I am over 2:15 but who knows by how much according to the official time. Who cares? I still beat my previous PR by 13 minutes! I even had the strength to smile and raise my arms for the camera as I passed the finish line!

Immediately after I had started walking, my legs start to cramp up and I hear my husband call my name! I grab a water, follow the group to the course exit and meet up with him. I was thrilled. I felt strong. I felt fast. And I still do. I will never discount how hard those silly rolling hills were, but for the most part, I was prepared. I am so glad I did the first half!!! Yay!

Monday, July 27, 2009

I am feeling all kinds of awesome

Chip Time: 2:15:24
Overall placing: 3733 out of 7988 (47th percentile)
Women's Placing: 1630 out of 4507 (36th percentile)
Age group placing: 609 out of 1579 (39th percentile)

And I ran a negative split. I am so damn proud of myself I could spit.

More to follow...

Friday, July 24, 2009

SF Half Playlist

I getting geared up with a semi-new playlist. Some of the songs remain the same just because they pump me up so much, but some others were getting old, so I spent some time last night revamping my ipod shuffle. Wheee! I can't wait until Sunday morning when I get to listen to them! Oh, and run too I guess ;o) I already know I have too many songs but it's better to have more than not enough, right?

So Much For The Afterglow by Everclear
Police Truck by Dead Kennedys
California Über Alles by Dead Kennedys
Finnegan's Wake by Dropkick Murphys
Wish Me Well (You Can Go To Hell) by Bouncing Souls
Not My Slave by Oingo Boingo
Boys On The Docks by Dropkick Murphys
Red Sweater by Aquabats
What Difference Does It Make (Smiths) by Face To Face
Time To Dance by Panic! At The Disco
El Mas Chingon by Voodoo Glow Skulls
Buzzbomb From Pasadena by Dead Kennedys
We Go Together by Less Than Jake
The Middle by Jimmy Eat World
The Band Geek Mafia by Voodoo Glow Skulls
Saw Red by Sublime
Orange Boy by The Usuals
The Rocky Road To Dublin by Dropkick Murphys
Da Strike by Millencolin
The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage by Panic! At The Disco
Heave-Ho by Smash Mouth
Too Drunk To Fuck by Dead Kennedys
Tune Me Out by Mu330
Sentimental Johnny by Flogging Molly
Leaving On A Jet Plane by Me First & The Gimme Gimmes
Bleed American by Jimmy Eat World
Hope by Descendents
Amphetamine by Everclear
Jen by Jimmy Eat World
Spaceman by The Killers
Romper Stomper by Transplants
Bandages by Hot Hot Heat
City Of Angels by The Distillers
Holiday In Cambodia by Dead Kennedys
Take On Me by Reel Big Fish
I Will Survive (Remix) by Gloria Gaynor
No One Lives Forever (1988 Boingo Alive Version) by Oingo Boingo
Barfly by Buck-O-Nine
Pet Names by Smash Mouth
Rocket Man by Me First & The Gimme Gimmes
Martian Girl by Aquabats
Irish Drinking Song by Buck-O-Nine

Thursday, July 23, 2009

WW Weigh in, Week 25

Previous Weight: 161.2
Current Weight: 157.4
Lost this week: 3.8!!!
Total lost: 22.0!!!

Okay, I do have to realize that I am weighing in first thing in the morning this week instead of the end of the day like I usually do (stupid work screwing with my schedule). I am also wearing lighter clothes than normal because I had to get dressed up for work. But still, 22 pounds is rad, and I'm going to take the glory. LOL

So this means, that even if my weight stays the same next week, I am well on my way to my goal of 155 by 8/20! 2.4 more pounds - Woot! The bad news is that I lose another point. Dangit!

On other fronts, I am getting ready for my San Francisco Half Marathon. I am feeling strong and excited to get out there and run. My start time is like 5:57 am, which means if I PR, I will be done well before 8:30 am, which just feels weird. But at least I will have a chance to enjoy the day in San Francisco! I am also excited that the temperature will be low, which will give me a better opportunity to PR, regardless of the hills. I do need to remember to pick up some shot blocks or smart beans or something though for the race. Preferably, something with caffeine.

Last, I PPH my hotel. They sent me a welcome email, and then another one warning me about the road congestion because the San Francisco Marathon is happening. Love it! I can only imagine if I just happened to book my SF getaway the same weekend as the marathon - not sure how I would feel about it, especially if I wasn't a runner. :oP

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Planning a Wine Tasting Fundraiser isn't easy

I found a GREAT spot, but they want a bit of money - so much that I'm not sure anyone would buy tickets. Therefore, I have added a poll - How much would you pay? The idea is to have some light appetizers and 4-5 wines available. Please vote - I am really trying to figure out if this is even feasible. Thanks!

Friday, July 17, 2009

WW Weigh in, Week 24

Previous Weight: 162.6
Current Weight: 161.2
Lost this week: 1.4
Total lost: 18.2

So I'm pretty much back to my 10%. Yay! Of course I want more, but I'll take what I can get. I really need to buckle down now though. If I can lose 6.2 pounds by Thursday, August 20 (about 1.6 pounds a week), I can maintain for 6 weeks and only have to pay for August and September and then be lifetime!!! 1.6 pounds a week is going to be tough though - that's like the high end of what I normally lose. But that is why I am announcing this publicly. How I am going to do it:

1. Ensure I go shopping every week for fruits, veggies, milk, etc.
2. Limit eating out and planning my choices in advance
3. Plan weekly meals and pack lunches
4. Stick to my running schedule for the marathon
5. Watch my weekend eating and track everything to ensure I don't go over my weekly points

Here we go!

Monday, July 13, 2009

Training Update and Gimme Five

This last weekend, I ran 10 miles on Saturday and 5 on Sunday. I had planned on running at least 12, and really should have run 14, but it was HOT. I was even at the beach, and it was HOT. I guess I should have started at 6:00 am instead of 7:00 am. This weekend I have 10 planned for Saturday, and 5 on Sunday, and then my taper week for the San Francisco Half Marathon starts. I'm actually feeling pretty strong, and I am hoping for a PR. After that race, I can settle into my full marathon training with TnT completely.

As far as fundraising goes, I am three weeks and $800 from my TnT Fundraising goal of $3000 by July 31. I have some more fundraisers planned, but those are all going to be in August, and will help me get to my ultimate goal of $5000 by race day. If you could pass this along to at least five friends, I would really appreciate it. Thanks again for being my cheerleaders!

1. Gimme 5 minutes of your time - go to my website at http://pages.teamintraining.org/ocie/nikesf09/Anandagirl

2. Gimme $5 bucks - just donate five dollars for a great cause - and if you want to donate more, FANTASTIC!

3. Gimme 5 friends - send this to five friends and help spread the word!

4. My Honored Teammate, Nicole, is 5 years old.

5. Every 5 minutes someone new is diagnosed with a blood cancer - money for research is desperately needed - so donate now.

Thanks for your support to help fight Blood Cancers!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

WW Weigh in, Week 23

Previous Weight: 162.8
Current Weight: 162.6
Lost this week: 0.2
Total lost: 16.8

Better than nothing. Now I need to get back on the wagon.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Balancing Stress and Dieting

So, after a couple weeks of birthday and vacation indulgences, I think I am a good 5-6 pounds heavier this week than I was last week. I keep waiting for the water weight to shed, but it's not. And unfortunately, my life is not exactly conducive to weight loss these days.

I don't want to get into it too much, as I have been way too much of a pity party these days, but all I want to do is crawl into bed with a huge bowl of mac and cheese and a bottle of Cabernet. Not helpful for the whole weight watchers goal, huh? So far I am resisting the urge. Knowing I am going to have to weigh in tomorrow and the shame that goes with gaining a shit ton of weight in two weeks is keeping me on track.

But just barely. I know I care, but I don't feel like I care right now. I didn't feel like I cared last week. I know others go through this - so how do you get past it? Do I need to finish out one more pity week? I was so hoping that my weight would be back down to about what I was before the pigout fest began, but I don't think that is going to happen.

All I do know is that I need to weigh in tomorrow, come hell or high water. I need to face my fears and start fresh, because two pounds turn into four, or in my case, twenty.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

One more "Up" Post

So much more eloquent than I could ever be.

It's the Little Things

That tell so much. One big thing for me is airport protocol. My family ALWAYS parks the car and waits for us to arrive right outside of security. No matter what. And H's family does not. H has adopted this as well. I have gotten used to it, and maybe some of it is because my family is always picking us up for a visit, and his family is picking us up when we get home. But back when I did live near my family, they still parked the car and waited for me.

Maybe I read too much into it, but it means something to me. It doesn't matter how loving and mushy you are on the surface, it is the little things, the small gestures that truly show your affection for a person. Yet another reason why it kills me to have to live so close to my IL's when I only get to see my family a few times a year at most.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

WW Weigh in, Week 22

Previous Weight: 161.0
Current Weight: 162.8
GAINED this week: 1.8
Total lost: 16.6

I'm not going to make excuses, even though I have a sore throat and have been guzzling tea, even right before I weighed in. I posted it a couple days ago - my motivation is shot. I know it's not THAT bad, but this weekend will still present a challenge, especially since my throat only feels better when I am stuffing something down it. So, I guess the end of August won't be my lifetime goal - maybe now I will shoot for the end of September. Maybe I should just get through the holiday weekend, and reevaluate.

P.S. In case anyone wonders, all forms of Zicam just suck. They took the nose gel away because of issues with it affecting your sense of smell, but the tablets suck, and the oral spray is even worse. I am fighting this illness tooth and nail, so I will suffer through it, but suffer is the key word. Blech!

I used to be cute


Now I'm just old! Happy birthday to myself! LOL