Speak da Troof Sundays!

Fun fact about me: I like themed things. Like theme parks (hellooooooo Disney!) and theme weddings (don't judge me) and theme parties, though I will spare you the pictures of me at either the Executive Sluts party or the G.I. Joe's and Army Hoes party I attended in college. I have even considered throwing an Under the Sea party just to have an excuse to wear the obnoxious orange octopus ring that I HAD TO HAVE a few months ago.

Super practical, Jessica.  Good job.

Thus, my addiction to Triple Tangent Tuesday/Twednesday and 15 Thing Friday was born. But that's only two days! Out of a whopping seven! So five days out of the week, I actually have to come up with something original to say and well... It isn't working. So we have a new theme day around these parts: SPEAK DA TROOF SUNDAYS!

Today's Speak Da Troof: Sometimes I eat like an idiot.

If you've read a single entry in this blog, you undoubtedly know that I love eating.  Anything. All the time.




But from time to time, I make stupid eating choices.  By this, I don't mean that I make bad food choices - I'm trying very hard right now to get away from "moralizing" food, i.e. saying French fries are "bad" and spinach is "good."  Is spinach a food low in calories and fat, and high in nutritional value?  Yes.  And are French fries a food high in calories and fat, and low in nutritional value?  Yes.  But that doesn't make French fries inherently bad, and spinach inherently good.  They're just different foods.  It might sound a little crazy, but I beat myself up over things, and the less I can moralize food, the more I can enjoy it for what it is.

By "stupid eating choices," what I really mean is making poor decisions and creating an atmosphere of disordered eating.  I've never had a traditional eating disorder like anorexia or bulimia, but that doesn't mean that I've had a healthy relationship with food.  I think that a lot of people struggle with the relationship they have with food because, let's face it, it's a complicated relationship.  We're given so many reasons for eating and enjoying food - yes, it's fuel for our bodies, but for many of us, it's also how our mom comforted us when we had a bad day at school, or how we celebrated holidays and special occasions, or how we show love to family and friends.  And it's not a relationship we can just cut out of our lives... there's no breaking up with food!  We have to deal with it on a daily basis.  Sometimes it can feel constant and overwhelming.

My relationship with food has changed a lot over the years.  I've always enjoyed food, and have found many reasons to enjoy it.  But as my weight increased, my relationship with food became trying - because it's something I enjoy, I didn't really want to change anything, but I started to feel guilty if I ate too much or I ate certain foods.  And while I never suffered from anorexia, I would sometimes have the urge to skip meals entirely because it made me feel virtuous.  I still sometimes have those urges, but not so much for the virtue... more because it gets too overwhelming.  While I love Weight Watchers and am insanely grateful that it helped me with my own weight struggle, and that I can now help others, there are times when I feel like all I think about and talk about is food.  It can get overwhelming to constantly be looking up or calculating PointsPlus values, tracking them, figuring out the best choices.  Sometimes I just want to eat, but I always tend to go back to my old habits if I'm not careful.  

Running and high intensity exercise have thrown another wrench into this whole thing, as well, because now more than ever I feel an overwhelming need to "fuel" my body properly, and while I know what that takes, sometimes it just doesn't happen.  Like, you know... pounding cookie dough ice cream before Turbo Fire.  Or coming home from a long run and not eating for several hours.  So on top of knowing that my weight, nutrition, and peace of mind about food may suffer... I know that my performance will suffer.  Lately I've felt like each workout is a struggle, and while there are many factors to that, I know part of it is my continued struggle with striking a good balance of food.

Like anything else worth the effort, I know that working on my relationship with food is important and that I need to stick with it.  I have high hopes that ten years from now, I'll look back on this time in my life and just smile, knowing that I have come so far... not just in terms of my relationship with food, but my relationship with my body, with the world around me.  It's a lofty goal, sure, and I am still coming to terms with the fact that it may not be possible for me to ever have a completely "cured" relationship with food - most likely, I will always be tracking my food and drink intake and needing to monitor myself.  But for now, that's too overwhelming... so I'm just trying to take it day by day, and bird by bird.

Eight miles = death.

Today's workout:
Half Marathon Training Week 10, Day 3 (8 mile run)
8.46 miles/1:50:12


Good Lord. Eight miles is really long way to run, kids. I should have signed up for the 10K tomorrow and called it a day.

Today's run was technically supposed to be a 10K actually, but since I missed a long run to sleep in and hang out with David and turned last week's 8 miler into a mere 7, I decided to just make today my first 8 mile run.

To say that I had a great time would be an overstatement. Let's be honest... To say that I didn't consider dropping to the ground and crying would be an overstatement. You know how sometimes that first mile is really hard and then you get in the swing of it? It was that kind of run... Except it was the first four and a half miles. The good news is that I think my body was in shock by the time I hit 7 miles, so adding the extra mile wasn't too hard!

That being said... the more I do long runs, the more terrified I get for the half marathon itself.  I'm still planning on running the Rock 'n Roll Denver on October 9th, but I'll be honest with all of you.  I haven't registered yet because I'm scared I won't actually be able to do it.  The half marathon is 5 weeks from today and today I ran 8 miles and thought I was going to die.  The first half of the run was so hard, and the aftermath of the run was even worse.  I think I got dehydrated during the run (I need to buy a Camelbak this week, seriously) and then I kind of guzzled water as soon as I could.  That, plus exhaustion, plus running in long sleeves when I probably didn't need them added up to a whole lot of nausea.  I laid on the couch for a long time and then laid in bed.  I didn't even ice because I couldn't get the strength to get the ice packs, and refueling was so not happening because even thinking of food made me queasy.  I finally had a plain tortilla, which helped, and then my mom brought me breakfast.

The nausea eventually passed, but I'm getting really worried that I just don't have what it takes to do this half marathon thing.  After all, the training plan I'm following tops out at 10 miles for long runs, based on the idea that the adrenaline and everything happening at the race will get you through the last 3.  Now granted, adding on another mile today wasn't the hard part... the first 5 miles was.  But that can't be a good omen for the weeks to come.  And there's a big difference between powering through one extra mile at the end of 7 miles, and trying to tack 3 more miles onto the longest run I've ever done working with adrenaline alone (because we all know I'll be out of steam by then).  So I don't know what to do.  Do I bail on the Rock 'n Roll Denver and wait for a later race?  Do I increase mileage more than I was planning on and more than the training plan calls for?  Or do I go with the training plan, do the half in 5 weeks, and just cross my fingers?

TOO MANY DECISIONS.

Um.


Inadequate workout fuel.  That is all.

15 Thing Friday!

1.  This morning I got up at 6 am to do my first Turbo Fire workout in a few days because Florida's humidity is not conducive to me working harder.  And I actually got through the longest workout, Fire 55 EZ, on an empty stomach, all before 7:30 am.  And then I was ridiculously and obnoxiously proud of myself for a while.



2.  I am officially in love with Wanelo.  If you haven't seen this website yet and you also have a serious online shopping habit like myself, you should probably just stop reading this entry and go there right now.  Nothing I can say is possibly as important as you finding things like this camera lens mug or this incredibly cool engagement ring (sorry, David, I swear I'm not nagging you).


3.  For some reason, there are Mexican pig cookies in my house.  This is one of the love/hate aspects of living with other people for me - they bring delicious things into the kitchen that I would not buy because I want to fit in my pants.  Which is all fun and games except that right now I don't fit in my damn pants and I really love those damn cookies.


4.  I ate a big salad for lunch today - it was the first vegetable I had eaten in at least one day, possibly more.  Like my getting up at 6 am to exercise, I was pretty proud.


5.  I got a new "Leader Coach" assigned to me for Weight Watchers (and now I'm going to complain about it, so again I say, please let no one from my work find this blog).  Don't get me wrong... I understand the point of continued "coaching" as they like to call it.  I get that my job is to help people and that I need to be on the top of my game.  But for heaven's sake.  Ya'll spent a month training me to be a Receptionist, another month training me to be a Leader, you flew me to Minnesota for a three day intensive on being a Leader, I've done countless webinars and online trainings... I'm pretty sure I'm good to go.  And while I'm sure that my Leader Coach is lovely and wonderful, I really don't like having people watch me do my work.  It makes me feel uncomfortable.  I do not need to be babysat.  Perhaps, instead of babysitting the new people that you just spent tons of time training and everything is fresh, you should send some coaches to the leaders who have been doing this forever.  Because I've seen some of them, and I've heard the things that they say, and they're awful.  Fix that first so I can be less bitter and hateful towards you.


6.  Speaking of work and the joy it often fills me with (really, I love my job most of the time)... I had a member I had never seen before go off on me today about how Weight Watchers is "gaming" the members.  She made it sound like a huge conspiracy.  Because, you know, Weight Watchers is definitely what is evil in the world.  She started in and how it was so awful to do away with the calorie aspect, and when I tried to explain to her that we are, in fact, still working with calories but in a much more advanced way, she shook her hands at me, interrupted, and started in on how it was all a big lie.  Well, okay, darlin'... have it your way.  I really support Weight Watchers and I love that I can help people lose weight, but I'm going to be brutally honest here - if you're going to resist every step of the way, have no faith in the program, and not put in the effort, I could kind of care less what happens to you.  As this woman was walking away from me shaking her head, I suggested she stay for the meeting, see if she liked it, and maybe try meeting some new leaders (she had some trouble with other leaders, shockingly)... she kept walking and left.  Um.  Okay.  If Weight Watchers is so evil, why show up in the first place?  And if you do show up, why turn around and leave?  I hate that.  The meeting is a half hour long.  You can devote a half hour to getting healthier.  Trust me.



7.  People have been asking me if I have plans for Labor Day.  I'm learning that sitting around my house in sweatpants doesn't count as an answer.  I'm going to have to start lying.


8.  My first 8 mile run is coming up on Sunday and I'm already dreading it a little bit.  There's a 10K on Labor Day that I actually considered signing up for just because it would mean not doing the 8 mile run. Plus, I wouldn't have to lie about having plans.  But the 8 mile run is free, so I'm leaning towards that.  I'm hoping it goes as well as last week's long run, and is not just a massive mental battle to get through.


9.  I was cold tonight when I was outside and it was probably the greatest thing ever.  I know some people aren't ready for fall to be shoved in their faces, and I'm definitely not ready to deal with Halloween candy being everywhere because good Lord, I love Halloween candy and can easily justify eating a ton of tiny pieces of food that's terrible for me.  But it was refreshing to be cold outside, especially having just come back from Orlando.  Otherwise known as hell.


10.  It occurred to me today after work when I thought "I can go home and nap" that I really need to get going on the whole getting-rid-of-all-my-stuff process.  See, when I came home from college during the summers, I kind of just brought everything home, dumped it, and sat on the couch for several months, then packed some of it back up and took it back to school.  So I've got the remnants of a couple different apartments sprawled over a few different rooms of the house.  And since I got back in January, and it is now September, I might want to actually work on that.  Especially since I'm theoretically moving to California next year and don't really want to have to take a semi full of my crap.


11.  Along with needing to lose about half of what I own, I really need to buckle down and lose about 15 pounds.  This is getting out of control.  I make some progress, and then I blow it, and then I make more progress, and blow it again.  I've only got about a month left of Turbo Fire, and I'm relatively sure I've gained 5 pounds.  Not really TF's fault since I've been skipping workouts left and right.  As usual with me, though, it's not the exercise.  It's the fact that I went to Florida and ate 8000 calories a day.  I told myself I'd make a green monster for breakfast and eat mostly fruits and vegetables today.  That promise lasted until I was actually hungry, then suddenly I'd wolfed down eggs and toast.  Weird.


12.  I realized today that I will be taking at least two flights every month for way too many months in a row.  I'm flying to California this month to visit David, and to see my sister, so that's at least 4 flights most likely.  In October and November, I'm flying back to Orlando, and I might also fly back to see David again in November, so... that sucks.  I'm not one of those "I want to travel" types of people.  I want to sit in my house.  I don't like flying.  So I got all whiny today about having a long distance relationship.  I love David, and I don't want to not be with him, but some days it seriously sucks.  In the end, though, I know it's worth it.


13.  Since we're discussing things I whined about today... I got a rejection voicemail about the holiday show I auditioned for.  And it was a terrible mixture of incredibly nice and absolutely heartbreaking.  The man was very nice and told me that my audition had been "tremendous," that they were so impressed with me, that they want to see me audition for them again.  He even told me they'd considered changing the show and expanding the cast to put me in it.  But then he said "you were so close."  Ugh.  If that isn't something that I'll replay in my mind when I'm feeling self deprecating, I don't know what is.


14.  I just realized that this is probably the most bitter and sarcastic entry I've posted to date.  Forgive me.  It's late and apparently I'm still grumpy.


15.  Amen.

FINALLY - Triple Tangent Twednesday gift!

Seriously, why don't I just Google things in the first place?  The minute I typed "audio and video sync problems with stupid photobooth" into Google, I got my answer.  It took forever and a half to get this thing to export, but I can now finally present you with the last part of last week's Triple Tangent Twednesday.  And yes, I am embarrassed by that sentence.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about right now... then you can go here for the original TTT tease.  If you don't know how I failed... then you can go here and imagine me shaking my laptop in frustration.

Here's is the original disclaimer (read: watch at your own danger).  When I stop rambling and actually start singing, you might want to turn down your volume.  I was standing a little too close to the microphone so it gets a little blasty and obnoxious when I'm hitting high notes, and I'd rather you all not stop following me simply because I made your ears bleed.  That would be sad for me.  I was going to redo it standing farther away from the microphone, but first of all, I looked like I was avoiding the camera when I tried it and second, the catastrophe I'm about to post is really a pretty good insight of my actual behavior.  Seriously.  Watch this and then get in touch with David to tell him how impressed you are that he's been with me for so long.  And then imagine my whole anglerfish conversation in a similar hyperactive tone and wonder why.  I still don't know why.

Here we go!  Forgive the quality... it was the best I could get.  You're welcome, David.

This whole blogging from my phone thing could get serious.

Last morning in Disney = success.

In just under two hours, I rode Winnie the Pooh, Haunted Mansion, Peter Pan's Flight, and Big Thunder Mountain, watched Mickey's Philharmagic, and took a ride on the steam train. Oh, and I had Dole Whip for breakfast. My five year old self is crying out of pure joy right now.

Now it's time to get back to the hotel so I can finish packing (read: shoving way too much stuff into one tiny, unsuspecting suitcase) and get back home. Where there is no Dole Whip or Mickey Mouse, but there is less humidity and moments where you can trick yourself into thinking you're cold. Win.



Saying goodbye to Disney...

Not forever. Please. I'd cry like a little baby. Just until my next trip out here... Which will be when it is less ungodly hot.

I apologize for the lack of updates... In my hotel, it costs $10 to have 24 hours of Internet access, and considering that I have been spending 90% of my time not in my hotel room, it seemed like a waste of money. And it wasn't until today, the last day of my trip, that I remembered that I have an app for this! That's just sad.

I'm off to the Magic Kingdom this morning to say goodbye properly. By riding Winnie the Pooh as many times as I can and eating something ridiculous.




Like that.