I am hungry right now; it is about 4pm and I have eaten one orange and two glasses of vitamin/fruit juice (Super Green, I believe it is called; looks like radioactive toxic green sludge, but tastes rather fruity). In typical SLD style, I’m hungry, but not too interested in doing anything about it. Nothing sounds particularly yummy and I just don’t want to expend the effort of getting up and stealing pretzels from a co-worker. Stomach is growling and I’m thinking, “oh come on, let me finish writing this post first.” Honestly, I’m getting accustomed to this feeling now, except when I stop to think about it, and then it just seems so frackin’ weird to NOT CARE about being hungry!
It’s a “down day” so I might eat some edame beans when I get home but not more than that. I’m thinking of trying the “crazy spicing” with the beans because I eat them a lot and so the flavor/calorie association must be strong.
I went back over my records on my jogging times, which I’ve been keeping on a spreadsheet since March. Wayyy sad. As in, I’ve averaged about seven jogs a month. That sad, yes. This month is already different; I’ve done 10 jogs in 12 days. More better! So that is a “score point” for me, right there. A big change in perspective for me, to jog every day: it requires me to make the experience a priority, every morning. The benefit is that by rising so early to get that in, I generally get an extra hour in the morning which I use to write or research writing markets. The strong desires I have to accomplish great things in both activities feed off each other to a great effect. However I must note that even when I do sleep in, I go for a run and scrap the writing time. I’m finding that I really, really enjoy my runs: not the hot, humid, misery of sweating during a Florida summer, no, but the time to myself, all by myself. I don’t get much time like that, because I’m at work, or at home with Husband, or at class on campus. I run along and listen to my mega-mix “Jogging” playlist on my mp3 player and just zone out, daydream, scheme, fantasize, plot, and drift. It is a massive creative charge for me.
I’ve noticed over the past week that my HR average (as I wear a heart rate monitor so I can track such things) is very level. My average is between 134-136. That seems to be where I set my “cruising speed” so to speak. So, I decided I need to push myself a little bit every few days. This morning I introduced four 30-second intervals of extreme effort into my run, well after I had warmed up. You never realize how long 30 seconds is until you try to run it at top speed! Anyway the performance was lousy, as my HR avg. spiked all the way to 138. Oh well. Must start somewhere. LOL! But it feels good to push myself physically like this; more than even losing weight and being “thin,” having a physically fit, athletic body is my definition of “beautiful.”
I’m working on it!
