Lemon Shake-Up Martini(s)…

The kids spent the night at a friend’s house on Saturday night. Chris and I debated about whether we should stay in and do nothing or go out and spend some quality time together. We finally decided at 6:30, got ready, and headed out. Our original destination was Donnie’s Homespun for pizza, but they were having live music and did not appear to be serving food beforehand. So, we went to nearby Julia’s. The food was fantastic. I had bone-in pork chops, asparagus, and mashed potatoes. Chris had bacon wrapped scallops and we both started with gumbo. The atmosphere was great too. It was very open and they had a singer playing the guitar. It was an all around great evening.

After only losing .4 pounds this week, I decided I was going to sample something alcoholic. (I was a little down in the dumps.) Chris ordered me a Lemon Shake-up Martini. It was delicious. It tasted just like lemonade–very dangerous! I ended up drinking three, which for someone who never drinks ended up being a lot. I was definitely in a better mood the rest of the night!

Yum! One of the best drinks I have ever had.
Yum! One of the best drinks I have ever had.

In other news,┬áI ran again this morning. I shaved a little over a minute off of my mile time. When you are super slow it isn’t too difficult to hit milestones ­čÖé And I decided to change my weekly weigh-ins to a weigh-in every other week. A good friend of mine told me to stop weighing altogether because it is negatively affecting my mood. She has a great point, my clothes felt better last week and I accomplished some major running goals, but I let the number on the scale dictate my behavior and how I felt about myself. I can’t stop weighing completely, so I thought┬áI would change it up a bit.

So, here’s my question to you: How often do you weigh, when you are trying to lose weight???


Crying on the treadmill…

It has been an incredibly long week. I feel like we were busy every single day, but┬áI don’t feel like we accomplished much. Last week Maggie started soccer, which now means we have soccer practice once a week, a game every week, and this week we had an additional day for pictures. My husband is the coach (by default). I had two meetings at the school/church and it was my Saturday to work at the library. Add it all up and it was an exhausting week.

Mondays are my long day. I start at the school and work from 8-11. Have lunch and then work at the library from 12-7pm. When I got home and had dinner I got it in my head that I was going to run (Chris was watching the Jets lose!). So, I hopped on the treadmill and thought I would do two miles (like always) but attempt to run anything over 10 minutes in a row. I was feeling great so I kept pushing myself. 11 minutes went by…12…13…eventually I told myself that I could make it to 20 minutes. I was pumped. I had never officially ran an entire┬ámile before, let alone ran twenty minutes in a row. At minute 18 I accidentally pulled the automatic stop for the treadmill. I immediately started crying uncontrollably. My husband thought I was insane and kept trying to calm me down. He kept saying, “You ran longer than you ever have. Who cares if it wasn’t 20 minutes?!” He was totally right, but I did care. I finished my two miles and vowed to run 20 minutes on Wednesday.

I decided that on running days, from now on, I am going to get up before work and just knock it out. So, on Wednesday I woke up at 5:15 and started my two miles. I ended up running 26 out of 30 minutes (I had a 2 minute warm up and a 2 minute break after 20 minutes). It felt awesome.

Yesterday, I got up early again to do my run, but this time I ended up running the WHOLE two miles!!! I cannot express how proud I am of myself. I went from running my first mile ever on Monday to running two miles on Friday. I have a ways to go before I am ready for the 5K, but I am confident that I will be prepared. I will start doing three miles in a couple of weeks. Wish me luck!!

In other news, I started my 5K training last week and only lost .7 when I weighed-in, which was discouraging, but I told myself that my body is getting used to exercising. This week I ran three times and continued counting my calories and I lost only .4. What gives?!? It is so frustrating! My clothes fit better and I feel like I am losing weight, but the scale is not showing it. Maybe next week…