Sunday's race day! I'm super excited and just a tinge nervous. I ran 5k again last night, so I know I can complete the race. We even ran up and down a pretty steep hill, twice. So I definitely have confidence that I will finish. I'm just picturing myself placing last. I'm not the fastest runner, and I just hope that walkers don't pass me. But seriously, have you seen some of those speed walkers? They're freakishly fast! Tomorrow's our last run before the race and we're moving up to 8:1 intervals. New intervals always make me nervous, but I know I'll do fine. I just like to build myself up into a lather before trying something new. It works out to be very anti-climactic in the end, so I don't know why I bother!
I just finished binging big time. I wonder if you can call eating an entire head of iceberg lettuce a binge. Since I'm allowed to eat it until I'm full, I guess I didn't do anything too wrong. It's gotta be better than eating a bag of chips...which I'm not gonna lie, I really wanted to do instead. But I chose the lettuce (mainly for the crunch), and I'll be better for it in the long run. It was just one of those nights when I wanted to keep eating even after I finished my dinner. Iceberg lettuce gone, crisis averted.
I had a moment of nostalgia today. I was driving out to Peterborough to see a client and I had a few minutes to spare, so I stopped into Dr. Poon's new Pickering clinic. It was really so I could buy some Chocolite bars, 'cos I was hankering for a sweet. I saw Dr. Stephen in the parking lot heading out for lunch and I truly missed the man. True we have not always seen eye to eye, but absolutely everything he's ever said to me has stayed with me. I know that he was supporting me the best way he knew how. And it's not until you're without something in your life that you really begin to miss it.
Before I even knew what I was doing, I went into the clinic and made an appointment for the next time I will be driving out to Peterborough. I'm sooooooooooo excited to be back. Not only is the clinic beautiful, but I always liked the regular visits with Dr. Stephen because it made everything official. And I really want the certificate when I reach my goal. I've seen a picture of someone else's and it's a nice looking piece of paper!
I haven't been to the clinic since it was at the old location. February 3rd was my last appointment with Dr. Stephen. That was 19 pounds ago. I have followed the diet on my own and been successful, but I miss the whole Dr. Poon vibe I get by going to the clinic. Also, although I love Dr. Pitt, he knows very little about Dr. Poon's diet and I'm constantly explaining it to him. I suggested he purchase the book! I think it's better for me to be monitored by doctors who are knowledgeable about this diet. I'm glad that I swung by and got an appointment for May 10th. Unfortunately Dr. Stephen will be on vacation, but I'll get to see him in a month and I'm looking forward to it!
While I was in the clinic store purchasing my Chocolite bars, a lovely young woman said my name. I look up and she says, "You're from Facebook. I read your blog". She went on to tell me that she enjoyed my blog and thought I had a lot of guts to do it. She also wished me well in my race on Sunday. It was a huge shock to be recognized. I was so humbled by her kind words, that in all my nervousness, I forgot to ask her what her name is. If you read this post, please message me so I can also acknowledge who you are and thank you for completely making my day. The support I get from everyone in my life, whether it be via the web world, or my real life, is not lost on me. I appreciate each and every kind word, message, comment and only hope that I am supporting others in much the same way. Thanks once again to all for reading!
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Thursday, April 26, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Oh what a night!
Oh what a night indeed. I trudged home at 9pm tonight. That's right, that's when I walked through my door. My job requires that I drive...a lot...to see clients. They live within a 200 kilometer radius of my house. So I was in Peterborough, which is roughly 200K from home, and I just dropped my client off and went to fill up my gas tank (why gas is 10cents cheaper per liter in Peterborough, I'll never figure out). As I'm pulling out of the service station, my car jerks, the dashboard lights up, and I stall. I start the car and I'm able to move just enough to pull into a parking lot.
So now I have to call my mechanics in Scarborough (125K away), to let them know that my car keeps stalling and to also let them know I'm having it towed there and to expect my car in their lot the next morning. I call CAA, and they send Bob's Towing over to assist me. So Jake, not Bob, shows up and he's a spry young buck who has my car on the flat bed truck in record time. A trick he told me he has perfected since he does a lot of repo work. I'm driving to Scarborough with Jake and he's really into Christian Rock, and sings loudly and out of key quite a bit. That's all good, but the endless stories of his repo work get old really quickly and I'm just guessing that a lot of them were exaggerated. Many sounded exactly like some episodes of Repo Wars that I've seen. He was very chatty, jumpy and animated and I guessed he was either ADHD (which I hoped), or really stoned (which I couldn't tell because he wore sunglasses).
My dad was good enough to meet me at the mechanics (since he only lives about 10 mins. away), drop me off at the subway and give me 3 bucks so I could get on said subway. I haven't been on the subway in Toronto in a couple of years. Apparently the service has improved, but the smell, not so much. (On an exciting side note, I only took up my space on the double seat instead of spilling over onto my neighbours space:) Of course, the train was delayed for 5 stops because of signal problems. I finally make it to Union station and hop on the 7:40pm Go bus to Hamilton. I'm sitting on the bus and wondering why I have such horrible pins and needles in my feet. I finally realize that its fine (and sharp?) water dripping on my feet, so I move my feet...but it took me 20 minutes to realize this and I don't know where the water was coming from. I get off the Go bus at 8:36 pm and walk home from the downtown Go station, making it into my house just before 9pm.
I'm bummed. I don't know what's wrong with my car, and neither does Jake. Not only is he a repo man, but he used to be a mechanic. Seriously, he's like 23. He told me he's getting his wisdom teeth out next week for Pete's sake! Oh, he's also a math genius...according to his high school principal. Anywho, I just got my income tax return back (all $2200 of it), and I'm sure that what ever is wrong with my car, will be very expensive to fix. I'm never lucky with cars. Oh, I forgot to mention, someone dented my passenger door in the Walmart parking lot on Monday while I was grocery shopping. Not a huge dent, but noticeable. So goodbye tax money!
On a happier note, I had my weigh-in today with Dr. Pitt. I'm down 10 pounds in 23 days. What the what? I was expecting a loss, but that took me a little a back. I can only attribute it to the running. I'm eating A LOT, and more Phase 2 foods than usual and even drinking wine. I think I'm going to stick mainly to Phase 2 of the diet now and see what happens over the next month. My next weigh-in is May 17th...4 weeks away. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm happy with the loss, but that's a bit quicker than I like to lose.
Yesterday we kicked ass during our practice run. Our clinic instructor, Carol, is a great motivator and knows just when to push us that little extra. We did 5:1 intervals and we were doing 4 of those for the past week. Yesterday we not only did an extra interval, we did it running up the Cootes incline. You know the one I almost expired on Easter morning. Not only did I run for 25 minutes, I found it almost easy. Tomorrow we start with 6:1 and on Monday, Enz, our running gal Tanya and I are going to run 5k doing 6:1 to prepare for my (and Tanya's) very first 5K race the following Sunday. Oh, and just for the record...about an hour after I wrote my last post, I too came down with the same virus that plagued my husband and son!
So now I have to call my mechanics in Scarborough (125K away), to let them know that my car keeps stalling and to also let them know I'm having it towed there and to expect my car in their lot the next morning. I call CAA, and they send Bob's Towing over to assist me. So Jake, not Bob, shows up and he's a spry young buck who has my car on the flat bed truck in record time. A trick he told me he has perfected since he does a lot of repo work. I'm driving to Scarborough with Jake and he's really into Christian Rock, and sings loudly and out of key quite a bit. That's all good, but the endless stories of his repo work get old really quickly and I'm just guessing that a lot of them were exaggerated. Many sounded exactly like some episodes of Repo Wars that I've seen. He was very chatty, jumpy and animated and I guessed he was either ADHD (which I hoped), or really stoned (which I couldn't tell because he wore sunglasses).
My dad was good enough to meet me at the mechanics (since he only lives about 10 mins. away), drop me off at the subway and give me 3 bucks so I could get on said subway. I haven't been on the subway in Toronto in a couple of years. Apparently the service has improved, but the smell, not so much. (On an exciting side note, I only took up my space on the double seat instead of spilling over onto my neighbours space:) Of course, the train was delayed for 5 stops because of signal problems. I finally make it to Union station and hop on the 7:40pm Go bus to Hamilton. I'm sitting on the bus and wondering why I have such horrible pins and needles in my feet. I finally realize that its fine (and sharp?) water dripping on my feet, so I move my feet...but it took me 20 minutes to realize this and I don't know where the water was coming from. I get off the Go bus at 8:36 pm and walk home from the downtown Go station, making it into my house just before 9pm.
I'm bummed. I don't know what's wrong with my car, and neither does Jake. Not only is he a repo man, but he used to be a mechanic. Seriously, he's like 23. He told me he's getting his wisdom teeth out next week for Pete's sake! Oh, he's also a math genius...according to his high school principal. Anywho, I just got my income tax return back (all $2200 of it), and I'm sure that what ever is wrong with my car, will be very expensive to fix. I'm never lucky with cars. Oh, I forgot to mention, someone dented my passenger door in the Walmart parking lot on Monday while I was grocery shopping. Not a huge dent, but noticeable. So goodbye tax money!
On a happier note, I had my weigh-in today with Dr. Pitt. I'm down 10 pounds in 23 days. What the what? I was expecting a loss, but that took me a little a back. I can only attribute it to the running. I'm eating A LOT, and more Phase 2 foods than usual and even drinking wine. I think I'm going to stick mainly to Phase 2 of the diet now and see what happens over the next month. My next weigh-in is May 17th...4 weeks away. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm happy with the loss, but that's a bit quicker than I like to lose.
Yesterday we kicked ass during our practice run. Our clinic instructor, Carol, is a great motivator and knows just when to push us that little extra. We did 5:1 intervals and we were doing 4 of those for the past week. Yesterday we not only did an extra interval, we did it running up the Cootes incline. You know the one I almost expired on Easter morning. Not only did I run for 25 minutes, I found it almost easy. Tomorrow we start with 6:1 and on Monday, Enz, our running gal Tanya and I are going to run 5k doing 6:1 to prepare for my (and Tanya's) very first 5K race the following Sunday. Oh, and just for the record...about an hour after I wrote my last post, I too came down with the same virus that plagued my husband and son!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Tuesday with Mildred
I've been meaning to post all week, and finally found time right now to give you an update! I went to see Dr. Pitt on Tuesday for my weigh-in. In an effort to get me in and out of his office and off to work in record time (since all I was doing was getting weighed and having my blood pressure taken), Dr. Pitt invited me to sit in his office while he readied room 4 for me. He wants me to always get weighed in room 4 for consistency.
So, I hear him moving the scale to the middle of the small examination room, he pops his head out the door and calls me in. As I'm approaching the room, he says "Don't mind Mildred, she's here for her physical and doesn't mind you coming in at all". So Mildred is this sweet, blue haired elderly lady sitting on the examination table wearing a laced up smock. She has a huge smile for me and the three of us squeeze into the examination room.
Mildred says, "I promise not to look" and hides her eyes behind her hands. Dr. Pitt weighs me and announces that I lost 5 pounds. Mildred cheers like I just hit a home run during a world series game. I never thought someone so tiny could make such a racket! I thank her for the congratulations, and tell her that in her excitement, her smock has started to fall off her solider. She smiles and starts making small talk with me. I can't be rude, so I answer her questions while the smock threatens to fall off her shoulder completely. After answering all her questions to her satisfaction and listening to her stories about her toy poodle Mr. Bojangles, I politely say goodbye, straighten the shoulder of her smock and ask her to give her bridge club my best.
As I walk away, I hear her say to Dr. Pitt "What a lovely young girl...and so pretty!" What a great lady. She is my newest favourite person. First because she called me lovely and YOUNG! I may be half her age, but I'm not 16. And she said I was pretty. I know she's in her 80's and looked like she had cataracts, but I'll take it! Any confidence booster is appreciated! Thanks Mildred, your a sweetheart!
The humour of this situation was not lost on me. Dr. Pitt kills me. This latest episode did not surprise me because he has done stuff like this in the past. When I went to Cuba in the 90's and got bitten by sand fleas, he called me into the next examination room to show my calves to a man who thought that he had a rash. It turned out he had bed-bugs and he wanted to compare the bites to show him the similarities. That was a bit embarrassing since due to the scabs on my calves, I couldn't shave, so had hairy, scabby legs.
I'm officially half way there. I've lost just over half the weight I need to. Again, I'm really pleased with myself because I never thought I would get here without medical intervention. Never in a million years did I think I would get here on my own. What I have been doing since September (metabolic diet) and what I have learned about my metabolism has been a real eye opener and I truly believe I have learned the tools to keep this weight off forever. I know that if I do gain weight in the future, it is because I'm eating too much of the wrong things. It's not because I ate too much sodium or because I have my period, it's because I have ingested more calories than I have burned off. Simple, common sense.
I started my journey wearing a size 22/24 and I currently wear a 14. I have not kept any of my bigger clothes like I have in the past. I think that by doing that, I was giving myself permission to gain back weight. I'm counting on my size dropping again in the next couple of months as Enz and I begin our running clinic (tomorrow). We're also joining yoga through a local recreation centre which starts at the end of the month. I have a feeling I'm gonna be sore on Monday because Enz emailed me and asked me to do the 30 Day Shred with her on Sunday after our run. Wait! That's Jillian Michaels isn't it? I've already established that she's a sadist...so I just know I'll be hurting!
So, I hear him moving the scale to the middle of the small examination room, he pops his head out the door and calls me in. As I'm approaching the room, he says "Don't mind Mildred, she's here for her physical and doesn't mind you coming in at all". So Mildred is this sweet, blue haired elderly lady sitting on the examination table wearing a laced up smock. She has a huge smile for me and the three of us squeeze into the examination room.
Mildred says, "I promise not to look" and hides her eyes behind her hands. Dr. Pitt weighs me and announces that I lost 5 pounds. Mildred cheers like I just hit a home run during a world series game. I never thought someone so tiny could make such a racket! I thank her for the congratulations, and tell her that in her excitement, her smock has started to fall off her solider. She smiles and starts making small talk with me. I can't be rude, so I answer her questions while the smock threatens to fall off her shoulder completely. After answering all her questions to her satisfaction and listening to her stories about her toy poodle Mr. Bojangles, I politely say goodbye, straighten the shoulder of her smock and ask her to give her bridge club my best.
As I walk away, I hear her say to Dr. Pitt "What a lovely young girl...and so pretty!" What a great lady. She is my newest favourite person. First because she called me lovely and YOUNG! I may be half her age, but I'm not 16. And she said I was pretty. I know she's in her 80's and looked like she had cataracts, but I'll take it! Any confidence booster is appreciated! Thanks Mildred, your a sweetheart!
The humour of this situation was not lost on me. Dr. Pitt kills me. This latest episode did not surprise me because he has done stuff like this in the past. When I went to Cuba in the 90's and got bitten by sand fleas, he called me into the next examination room to show my calves to a man who thought that he had a rash. It turned out he had bed-bugs and he wanted to compare the bites to show him the similarities. That was a bit embarrassing since due to the scabs on my calves, I couldn't shave, so had hairy, scabby legs.
I'm officially half way there. I've lost just over half the weight I need to. Again, I'm really pleased with myself because I never thought I would get here without medical intervention. Never in a million years did I think I would get here on my own. What I have been doing since September (metabolic diet) and what I have learned about my metabolism has been a real eye opener and I truly believe I have learned the tools to keep this weight off forever. I know that if I do gain weight in the future, it is because I'm eating too much of the wrong things. It's not because I ate too much sodium or because I have my period, it's because I have ingested more calories than I have burned off. Simple, common sense.
I started my journey wearing a size 22/24 and I currently wear a 14. I have not kept any of my bigger clothes like I have in the past. I think that by doing that, I was giving myself permission to gain back weight. I'm counting on my size dropping again in the next couple of months as Enz and I begin our running clinic (tomorrow). We're also joining yoga through a local recreation centre which starts at the end of the month. I have a feeling I'm gonna be sore on Monday because Enz emailed me and asked me to do the 30 Day Shred with her on Sunday after our run. Wait! That's Jillian Michaels isn't it? I've already established that she's a sadist...so I just know I'll be hurting!
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