Ahh Turkey Day

I had kind of planned to write this blog with a few posts about the history of me, but now I think you’re just going to have to get to know me as we go along…as though we’re forming an actual friendship.  Different things will come out as the chips fall (poker chips, not potato chips…and if they’re potato chips, can they be the baked tortilla chips instead?  I really like those.)

Today marked day 3 of me working out.  Third day in a ROW, even.  I bought a treadmill last weekend from a lovely friend of mine and my family actually spent a day cleaning up the back room of our house, which was once a storage area, and still also houses our washer, dryer and deep freezer.  But now we’ve added a couch, tv, video game systems and my treadmill.  Yes, I’m one of THOSE moms.  My tweens heard some space was clearing up in the back and they decided to move in, too.  But it’s all good.

Anyway, I am pretty proud of myself for getting through my third day of working out.  30 minutes on the treadmill!  I tend to stay between 2.5 and 3.3 mph, with a steady love of 2.9 mph for some reason.  I even pushed myself to jog for 2 minutes!  And yes, I even worked out on Thanksgiving.  I had to get up early to get the turkeys going, my husband left to go on his annual pheasant-scaring hunting trek with his father and brother, and the kids were all still sleeping.

I will admit that I spent a few minutes sitting at my computer, telling myself that my legs were sore from the day before’s workout and I really shouldn’t push myself too far too fast.  I told myself that a bath would be nice in the quiet time.  Then I thought about how long my bath would be…about 30 minutes.  Before I could think of anything else, I put on my tennis shoes and hopped on the treadmill for 30 minutes instead.  And it was hard!  I was stiff, but the stiffness went away pretty quickly.  I put my earbuds in my ears and warmed up with some G. Love and Special Sauce.  By the time the next song started, I was getting into my groove.  Vampire Weekend and Weezer helped me focus on what was going on, and since no one was home/awake, I could sing out loud!  Every time I looked down at the time, I said to myself, “Just keep going one more minute.”  Or, “Just until the end of this song.”  And before I knew it, my 30 minutes was up!

Two things I am doing that will hopefully keep me motivated to continue on:

1)  I have a post-it note on the treadmill that will likely be replaced by a wall calendar where I write down what distance I traveled that day.  Yesterday, I beat it.  Today, I went a bit lighter on myself and went the same distance as I had on day 1.  Never, though, will I be allowed to go less distance than that first day.  It’s my jumping off point.

2)  I log my workouts on my WeightWatchers.com account.  It is SO nice to know that every day I work out, I could hypothetically add 3 more points onto my food intake for the day.  I don’t intend to do that, but I could if I wanted to.  And if I work out for 30 minutes every day, I earn 21 more points for the week!  That’s 2/3 of a day’s worth of food!  But instead of thinking about it that way, I chose to think that what I’m doing is burning 2/3 of a day’s worth of food.

As for Thanksgiving, I had decided before the day that I wasn’t going to track my food, but I was going to try to eat like someone who doesn’t have any issues with food.  I have been a faithful follower of Weight Watchers since August, and this was going to be my first real time letting loose for a whole day.  I was nervous.  A bit scared.  Like an alcoholic in a halfway house who had to go to a bar for a while.  Luckily, the meal was being held at my house, so I had more control over the menu than if we’d been going somewhere else.  I had a few new recipes to try…and I tweaked some old favorites to make them healthier.  Instead of milk and butter in the mashed potatoes, I used chicken broth and light butter (and we had less leftover mashed potatoes this year than other years!).  My sister made the traditional sweet potato casserole, so I made maple-roasted sweet potatoes (I’ll post the recipe because it is SO good).  When a recipe called for butter, I used light butter…that kind of thing.

I had told myself I wasn’t going to log my food for the day, but today on the treadmill – with sweat dripping down my back – I figured that was really cheating myself instead of the system.  I was working my ass off (literally!) and how was I to know just how much it was paying off if I didn’t know what I was eating?

So today, I logged my food from yesterday.  I had no problems thinking back to the scarf-fest and remembering what I ate and exactly how much.  It was like reliving my first date with my husband.  Each detail was right there while I logged it.  And yes, I went overboard.  But not so much that I used up all of my extra points for the week.  And I’m not even close to having to touch my workout points.

I love this process.  I’ve always loved food, and I find that if you have the right options in front of you, loving food is not an evil thing.