Catching Up

I've gotten really terrible at this flog (food log) thing.  But I might as well catch up.

I have just returned from a short vacation to visit the boy.  We spent the majority of our trip in Park City, Utah for snowboarding, followed by some visiting in Whidbey Island, WA. 

Logging exercise has been pretty spotty during my leave, however, I tried.  Snowboarding in high altitude (and actually sunny weather) had me sweating and the quads/hammies burning.  Walking the streets of downtown also made me work with its inclined sidewalks.  Back in Oak Harbor, I ran 6 miles a calorie burner before I had dinner with the old gang at Adrift in Anacortes.  That was the first time I had ever ran more than 3 miles on that island.  I've lived there for 4 years.

As far as the food, I've had everything from a "dinner" consisting of merely alcoholic drinks to a "dinner" consisting of only bar food appetizers (think nachos, jalapeno poppers, mozzarella cheese sticks)... and everything in between.

The downtown 

 The Bridge... Town Lift (2 minute walk from our condo rental!)

After a short hiatus - I'm back.

The last few days have been fueled by an almost debilitating realization that not only am I not losing weight, I am gaining it. Fast. Now, I know what the initial reaction always is to this assertion - and truthfully, I don't disagree with it: Muscle weighs more than fat and any workout regimen will begin with the building of new/more muscle tissue. Okay. Science. I get it.

So to combat the crushing sense of helplessness, I've decided to hide the scale from myself (which is nearly impossible to do while living alone and will probably involve high levels of alcohol to complete successfully) but yes, HIDE the scale from myself and stay off it for the foreseeable future. The other thing I have made up my mind to do is not quit - either running or lifting/working out at the gym. So. Keep doing what I'm doing and hopefully things will change. Sure.

Other things to report: my feet, specifically my toes, look like hamburger after our last 7 mile run. I'm rolling to the outside of my shoes both when I run and when I do plyometrics at the gym (is that pronation? Over-pronating? I've never really known...) so the search for my appropriate shoes has begun. The secondary search will be for higher quality socks, which I'm told by a reliable source, has everything to do with my skin actually staying on my feet.

And finally what I ate yesterday. I'm not proud of the sequencing or the inevitable end result, but I blame it on a weird day schedule-wise. Morning: coffee. Lunch: 4 pieces sushi on the run. Evening: Vegetable fajitas (sans tortillas - I just eat what's in the skillet), guacamole, and a margarita at the local Mexican restaurant. By the end of dinner, I felt that I had overdone it, but, of course, I was so hungry by dinner time that I was going to overeat no matter what you put in front of me - at least there wasn't anything fried?

Today has gone better, I've gotten through my morning coffee and I'm about to head upstairs for a salad.

Four miles today. Likely on the treadmill after dark.