What a weekend. It was so action packed that it's now Tuesday and I'm just now getting around to this post. Saturday I went to dinner at a friend's house. We ordered in Thai food, which was super yummy. I had a fried spring roll that wasn't that good and I actually didn't finish it! In the past I would have finished it out of the belief that "I like spring rolls", even if it wasn't actually that tasty. Progress.
On Sunday I started out the day with a trail run. I ran about 3 miles at Indian Valley open space. I kept an 11 minute mile pace, which is friggin' incredible for trail running. After the run I went to the gym and did legs/shoulders/core for strength training. I was in the middle of my workout when I realized this is a Week 4, which means I should be doing a recovery week. Less intensity. Whoops. So I finished my workout as-is but decided the rest of the week will be recovery oriented.
Sunday evening I met a friend in SF for dinner. We had Indian food. Yummy! I had another good NSV (non-scale victory) when I stopped eating because I was full. Usually when I'm eating really good restaurant food I just keep eating, even if I'm uncomfortable. I had the leftovers wrapped up.
I woke up yesterday (Monday), to a sore body. Especially my glutes. Good thing this is recovery week. I went to the gym after work and did 25 minutes on the bike, Level 5. I did my best to take things easy. I did chest/triceps/core afterward and dropped from 3 sets to two on everything. Afterward I did some foam rolling of the calves and a bit of the IT band and glutes. Ouch on the glutes. Usually those don't hurt at all. Today (Tuesday) I'm planning to hit the gym after work again but I think I'm going to walk instead of run. If I tell myself to run at a slower pace I betcha anything I'll get antsy and up the pace. Or maybe I should do something different altogether, like the elliptical. I like that idea. Or a class...even better!
I hopped on the scale this morning. Oh foolish me. I am up some crazy number of pounds. Like 4 I think. Is it TTOTM? I don't even know. Whatever. I can deal. It's only the scale after all. It can't see my cute size 6 pink capri pants, or the muscles in my arms. It doesn't know I stopped eating when I was feeling full on Sunday, or that I had a lovely salad with my dinner last night. Sorry scale, not this time buddy. Not this time. Michelle: 1, Scale: 0.
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This was such a great post!! I some times get so caught up in the number on the scale that I forget to give myself a pat on the back in other areas!!
ReplyDeleteRight? And it's SO IMPORTANT to balance that number with the rest of what's going on. It's never *all* bad.
DeleteA size 6?!?! Who cares what the scale says when you're wearing a size 6? Good going on the eating monitoring. Progress all over the place. I wonder why your glutes are sore. We're there hills on the trail Sunday?
ReplyDeleteThe sore glutes were a bit of a mystery. There are a few hills but nothing out of the ordinary.
Delete"Who cares what the scale says when you're wearing a size 6?" This is a very good point. A very good point indeed.
Ok, i'm with Kristy....size six? WOW!
ReplyDeleteWow, those are some HUGE non-scale victories! Serious victories!
Thanks MaryFran. I'm off to check out your blog :)
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