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Friday, June 6, 2008

It's a tie...

Hello all...

This has gotta be really quick, but I didn't want to leave without posting something.

In the battle of me v. the road, it's pretty much a draw. I had some really good moments, the road had a few as well. Brief summary:

Working out - I did awesome with that. I worked out a minimum of an hour a day, which I have never done on the road. I ran every day. One day I even ran 3 10 minute intervals + a 7 minute. Yep, me. Can ya believe it? I earned something like 34 APs I think that week.

Food - meh. I did pretty good here. I went to the grocery store the first day and bought fruit for snacks. I did pretty good with meals. I ate some stuff I wouldn't have eaten at home, but I wrote it all down and I didn't go over my Flex. I normally don't eat all my flex, but I did use almost all of them this time.

So - I was doing pretty good until the trip home on Wednesday night. I ended up having the chicken quesadillas at Friday's - it's not a full portion, so that's not terrible. What wasn't too good was that I also had a giant margarita - yes, it was in fact giant. Then I had er 'some' beers. I'll leave it at that. Then, if that wasn't bad enough, I got upgraded to first class and the guy next to me asked me if the margaritas were any good. I really had just been wondering that I told him. He asked the flight attendant. She said they were good, but they were really good if you added the little bottle of Grand Marnier. "How about I bring you a couple and you can check them out?" she said as she jumped on me and twisted my arm painfully behind my back. "Drink it! Drink it, or I'll throw you off this plane!" she screamed at me. It was so painful and I was so terrified that I did what any sane person would do and agreed to have the margarita. (Note: portions of the previous story may be less than true.) So, I have no idea how many points all that sh*t was, I don't think my journal goes up that high. Anyway, it was fun at least. I think the road won this round.

When I weighed Wednesday morning, it said 210 (no change). Meh, I guess I can live with that. Since I didn't get to work out Wednesday, I ran last night at the park instead of walking. I really wanted to see if running the 10 minute intervals on the treadmill was a fluke due to maybe the treadmill being easier than outdoors (this was my DHs opinion and it was starting to get to me), so I decided I would run until it seemed like I should stop and see how long that was. I got all the way around the park to the bottom of the big hill. I had never run anywhere near that far before. I looked at my stop watch. TWELVE minutes! Can you freaking believe that? I walked about 3 minutes - until I got up the tough part of that big hill, and then ran another 12 minutes. The first 12 was almost effortless - the 2nd, not so much. I worked pretty hard to get from 9 to 12 minutes on that last one. I still can't believe it. I think I will run either 6 or 7 minute intervals a few times as the 12 seemed a little over my head and I don't want to hurt myself.

Weighed this morning and saw 212. yuck. Oh well, it could be Wednesday night paying me back, or it could be from abusing myself with the 12 minute runs. Not sure, but I'm going to try to get my sh*t together for the rest of the week. I'd love to see 208 next Tuesday.

Well, gotta go. I can't wait to catch up on everyone's blogs - I'm so far behind from having a craptastic internet connection while I was in Dallas, and from being swamped at work.

Have a great weekend ladies....


Viv said...

It could just be a salt lick from eating out. all wil be good next WI.

Cammy said...

Those flight attendants are vicious! :) Still looks like you had a great week, all things considered!

irunbehind said...

i totally agree that the salt could be doing and i say a big CONGRATS for how well you did with the exercise and consumption on the road. WTG!!!!

WillBFineby2009 said...

I have never been a runner,but I wish I could I mean....The treadmill scares me for running.I like to walk it ,but running freaks me a bit.I know our weight would come off quicker if we ran daily.I slowly have run a fast walk(if u will) in order to feel like I am running....around a track or if I take my 3 mile walk(when I take the walk...It rains here way too much....So I joined the Y...I LUV IT!!! thats