Showing posts with label progress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label progress. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Without You

So iOS5...What's that about??

Ironically, I am blogging from my macbook that never got updated from OSX to leopard, and can't even support an ipod shuffle, as my iPad updates to iOS5...

So as I am using my laptop and my new found pride and joy, I was forced to flip through some old photos.  This is the laptop I bought for college, and honestly in the last year I have probably used it twice.  It's been neglected, which should never happen to any apple produce.  This evening I reluctantly forced myself to do those tedius tasks like deauthorize my itunes account on this device, sync my media to another hard drive and sort through old photos.  The last being the most dreaded of them all.

What is it about a photo that regardless of how terrible it is or what emotion it evokes, it's hard to delete?  I guess, for me at least, it has to do with the fact that a photograph captures a moment and if you delete that moment is gone, despite what connotation it carries.

I have flipped some of the most useless photos tonight, and can't bring myself to dispose of any of them.  Some of them serve a purpose though.  Some might say what I am about to do serves no positive purpose, but I want to share with you some photos of me.  Pictures of a time in my life where I was happy, but not happy with myself.  A time before I changed and a time before I ever even thought about changing.   

The before the Before pictures if you will:




To be fair, I did not go through all my pictures and select the worst ones. I just wanted ones that didn't have uncosenting friends in them.  

Why share these?  Well, why not?  These aren't my "fat' pictures, because at the time I certainly didn't see myself that way, no I was not comfortable but what late teen is?  In a few short years though, I'd reach my breaking point.  And now, almost five years later I feel better than I ever have.  It's weird to look back at my before-the before pictures and kinda feel uneasy because even though I felt okay about myself then, I feel confident about myself now. 

So like my new iOS 5 update that is taking five years to download, I too took five years to upgrade.  I just had one of those "daaamnnn! you look good moments" and a girl needs that every once in a while.  

Do you delete photos?
Have you ever used photos to reaffirm yourself?
Any of you Apple users update yet??

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Life Changes on a Daily Basis

I started running to lose weight, but I started to lose weight because my health was deteriorating. For me it wasn't all about vanity, how do I know this? Because I wore the same size at 150 that I did at 180. I looked the same, but I didn't FEEL the same. If you read my story, and if you haven't you can find it in the 'About Us' section, you know this all started at a doctor's visit. A visit because I felt like crapola all the time. A visit that revealed I had borderline hypertension, my cholesterol was high and I was high risk for diabetes.


This morning, I volunteered at a health fair to promote wellness in downtown KCMO. At the fair we offered health screenings, rapid HIV testing, diabetes screening and kidney function tests. For hours I talked with people struggling with weight problems, congestive heart failure and the like. The fair was about being proactive, being accountable for your health and most importantly being AWARE. It was frightening that after 33 rapid HIV tests, four individuals tested positive. By the end of the event around 100 people had been tested, and screened. After discussion, we determined that high cholesterol and high blood pressure were of the most common conditions in the area and were most typically as a result of obesity as the primary cause. A lot of the volunteers were shocked, but I was ashamed to admit I wasn't. In fact, I could relate. I had been there.



I wish I had my lab results from 2008, but this year I'm happy to report the following:
Total Cholesterol: 151
HDL Cholesterol: 41
TC/HDL Ratio: 3.7
HbA1c: 5.0
Glucose: 92 non-fasting
Blood Pressure: 122/77
BMI: 24
HIV: nonreactive

What does all that mean? Here's a brief rundown, skim and skip as needed

♥What is Cholesterol? Cholesterol is a soft, waxy substance found among the lipids in the bloodstream and in all your body's cells. It performs important functions in a healthy body; however, high cholesterol levels indicate an increased risk for heart disease. Desirable total cholesterol is less than 200 mg/dL, HDL often termed good cholesterol is optimal between 40-50mg/DL and TC/HDL Ratio should be less that 5.0.


♥What is Hemoglobin A1c (HbA1c)? The HbA1c test measures the amount of blood glucose chemically attached to a specific portion of the hemoglobin molecule carried by red blood cells. As a red blood cell travels in the bloodstream it picks up glucose. The higher your blood glucose, the more your red blood cells will accumulate. The HbA1c result reflects your average blood glucose level for the previous 2-3 months. Normal HbA1c levels for people without diabetes is less than 6%.


♥What is Glucose? Glucose is referred to as blood sugar, and is the main source of energy from living organisms. Glucose levels rise after a meal. Levels may remain abnormally elevated in people with diabetes. The desirable fasting adult blood glucose level is less than 100 mg/DL. Two hours after a meal, the normal blood glucose level range for a non-diabetic adult is between 140-199 mg/DL


♥What is Blood Pressure? Blood pressure readings are given in two numbers. The first number is the systolic pressure, which is the pressure in your arteries when your heart is contracting. The second number is the diastolic and is the pressure in your arteries when your heart is at rest. Normal blood pressure is around 120/77 mmHg

♥Ya'll know what BMI is, but just in case a normal BMI is between 18-24.


Are you in charge of your health?
Why or Why not?
Part VI of 12DoGA: Winter throw-away gloves that benefit breast cancer research.
Comment with ONE THING that you've done this week to be accountable for your health, winner will be drawn tomorrow.

Yesterday's Mileage: 5.0
Time: 45:51.18

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

If You Want it, You Can Get It

Do you suffer from DLS? Is your muscle growth uneven? Does one shoe wear down faster than the other? Do the joints in one leg ache? Then you might have Dominant Leg Syndrome. One day, in the future when DLS is recognized by the American Medical Association, and the FDA approves a drug I'd love to be a spokesperson. DLS could have ruined my life, but XYZ saved my life.

In the 8th grade, teenager Julia broke her left leg. I was tending goal in a fall soccer game, and an over zealous forward fell on me and bent my foot in a direction that feet don't go. It was a clean break, on the growth plate and two months in a non-walking cast, six weeks in an air cast and seven years later my leftie is still playing catch-up. My right leg is like the muscular big sister, while my left follows in it's footsteps wanting to be JUST like it's bigger sister. But it can't, and it probably never will be



As you read, Sunday was the Trolley Run. It was a great race, and as far as a recap it was such a quick race, that I hardly took note of details. Admittedly, I've gotten kind of selective on my races and favor the distances to get the most bang for my buck. This race was different though, this race was to be my measure of growth over the past year. When I look back, the whole racing experience for me was so novel and now it's second nature.



At packet pick up last year, I was confused and anxious that people could smell my newbieness. I was intimidated and scared and still not convinced I'd actually be racing the following day. On race day, I woke up four hours earlier and paced around my apartment. Everything was calculated: what I would eat, drink, at what time and when. I ritualized everything, and double checked everything. On the shuttle to the race, I was praying and meditating to calm myself. I listened in to people's conversations, convinced everyone was a stellar athlete and would be laughing at me. Five minutes before gun time, I stood in my wave listening to a guy talk about how easy this race would be, I can still remember his exact words: Downhill, and with a tailwind? What else could we ask for? I'd like to ask for a little confidence, please? At the finish line, I thought I was going to die. I seriously thought that, like this is it: I'm done. For four miles, I doubted myself and my ability. I knew I'd be disappointed in myself, but I walked when needed anyway.




This year, I overslept, I hope this isn't becoming habit. Snacked on a powerbar on my way there, lead a group of confused runners to the buses (oooh yah, I'm a pro, follow me), warmed up, danced in my corral waiting for gun time, snapped pictures, ran the entire course, finished and drove home. It was weird, I felt like this is what I do now, no big deal. I grabbed a roll at the finish, and as I was walking to my car I saw the guy from my wave last year, yeah that guy who said the race would be so easy. Funny how strangers can mean so much to you, and they'll probably never know it.

The weekend was full of new things for Goliath and myself. After our most recent vet appointment, we've decided that we should try to get G to gain some weight by switching him to an active food. Like me, Goliath has a natural diet and since he was a wee wittle puppy has been on some form of Nature's Recipe-but they unfortunately don't make an active food. So after some discussion, we've put him on a mix of his old food and Blue's Wilderness, which is designed for working breeds like Huskies. AND due to his most resent escapades of destruction, I made the decision to buy him a kennel. Yeah...I know. When we brought him home, I said I'd never kennel him. My perspective is that I took him to be a family member, and I would never put my child in a cage. Regardless, it really is for the best. He started chewing on things that could seriously hurt him. So there's that. Neither of the above Goliath is very fond of: he spits out the Wilderness and avoids the kennel.







Today, we ran five. Yesterday, I ran almost six alone. Today, we ran on the trail. Yesterday, I ran on sidewalks. Take a guess at which I preferred? Why don't I let my graphs tell you:


Ridiculous. I hate running on sidewalks. I hate all the onlookers in cars, all the stoplights and getting plumes of exhaust in my face. Ick. On the trail today, I couldn't help but be happy. It was beautiful. Goliath stayed in stride, even though his yawning was a little blow to my ego. Oh and I my new shorts are just fab. I love them!




Today's Milage: 5.01
Time: 41:13

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I run my life or is it running me?

It has been so hard not running for both of us. It's easier to run 50 miles a week, then it is to not. Two weeks off. Two weeks of nervous energy in Goliath. The only good thing about taking two unintentional weeks off is the rest was beneficial for my tibias. They feel good, and ready to kick out some kilometers.


Goliath has been the only one logging any sort of mileage, and even his has been sub par. We've tripped to the dog park, but I haven't felt up to walking around too much and there's never any other dogs there for him to play with. It's been bitterly cold, but he needs that little bit of freedom.


We both look a little maniacal, but then again so is going to the dog park in ten degree weather.


I've ceased all pain killers. I can't deal with the dizziness. I'd rather be in pain, and running. So that's what I did. It is unbelievably excruciating to have free time and not be able to spend it running. I think of my time in mileage these days. Like, seven loads of laundry would take me like eight hours or 50 miles. I'd rather run 50 miles. Straightening my hair takes twenty minutes, that's 2 miles. I'd rather run 2 miles. So when I sit on my butt for an hour, doing nothing but catching up on sitcoms, I think to myself: Wow, you just wasted 6 miles.


Not wanting to waste anymore miles, Goliath and I hit our trail. And get this-I was nervous! Like worried I wouldn't even be able to run a mile. Seriously. It was a weird pinned up mental nervousness. The kind you get before a big test, I know I've taken a test before but what if this one's different.


After a half mile, I was flying. Like a bird. My love. Magic. If my fragments aren't enough of a clue, going out today was the best thing for me. For my body, my mind and my pup. We needed this. The miles passed too quickly, I pushed myself and told myself that this is the sport my body was made to do. It's exciting to be back, and I can't wait to start focusing on my diet again.



Tired of water and dog pictures yet? Too bad, my blog.

I've posted this everywhere, so if you've seen it sorry-but this IS my running and weight loss-esque blog. So, here's my newest progress photos:


Today's Mileage: 4.1
Time: 38:43