Today wasn't the very best.
Met Jessie near the school for an early morning walk. We haven't walked together since September so it was something we'd both been looking forward to. The plan was to go two miles. But I warned her ahead of time that if I needed to "go" I'd have to...go.
My plan was to head to Diane's house should the need arise. She, thankfully (look, foreshadowing!) lives near the school.
Sure enough, 0.78mi into the walk I gotta go. We turn around and head back in the other direction. I debate going to my car first and driving or just going straight there. The more I walk the more I need to go straight there. I text Diane and let her know of my impending visit.
Nobody needs the play by play, but I'll say it wasn't my finest hour. And I am so grateful that Diane was heading out for a run as I got there...as I had the house to myself to...deal with my
not so finest hour.
My stomach has bothered me the rest of the day.
I haven't even had coffee.
!!!
My doctor returned my call from yesterday, and has referred me on to a Gastro. I see him on Thursday, and she says it's likely a colonoscopy will be involved. She hopes they can just prescribe a stronger version of Immodium to "plug me up" so to speak--but wants to rule out everything else first.
A friend posed something to me on the phone tonight. He wonders if it has something to do with fat burning and toxin/hormone release. Maybe. My only question about that though is that I don't have the same thing happen when I do yoga, swim, or participate in other physical activities. It's just walking and running.
But who knows?
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I got flowers today. That totally made up for the asshole from yesterday.
They're from a friend of mine...we've always had a very chastely romantic relationship. This is the second time he's done this. The first was four or five yeas ago. Last time it was tulips and irises. This time it's assorted gorgeous roses. A dozen.
Which makes me wonder about the guy who's been trying to get back in my life. Not that he needs to spend a wealth of cash on me (though surely he's saved plenty of money NOT ever coming to see me), but talk is cheap. Action...that's what is priceless.
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So the walk was 1.69 miles at about 37 minutes.
Skipped yoga today due to upset tummy.
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1 Fiber One blueberry muffin (before walk)
2 cups Fiber One with almond milk
1 bowl chicken soup
chips
1 Lunabar Uber Banana's Foster
1 bowl chicken noodle soup
big scoop of hummus
The rest of that delicious strawberry pie (just less than half of it.)
Water, Diet Dr. Pepper, and mint tea
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
July 30, 2012
Men are such freaking assholes sometimes. (And yes, women are complete bitches sometimes, too.)
At a bar for happy hour this evening (post yoga, but more on that in a minute) and this guy at the bar---maybe 25?--kept staring at my friend. Leering, rather. My friend is almost 60. A beautiful woman, but...still. Almost 60.
I crossed by him at one point to go to the ladies' room and he either said to me "Woof" or "Wolf." He was too drunk to really understand. And I don't think it was a compliment either way.
But then. Then my friend goes out for a smoke. Within a minute I see him get up and follow her outside.
Apparently the transaction went something like this:
Him: Can I have a drag off that?
Her: Take your hand off my ass.
Him: Geeze, sorry.
Her: I said, take your hand off my ass. This is not how you treat a woman.
Him: Come on. I gotta big dick.
She came back in and sat down after that.
And I wonder why the idea of being thin and small scares me sometimes. That right there is why. I don't know a single woman who hasn't had a man touch her in an unwanted way. This is on the tails of finding out a friend was raped last week.
Not that bigger women aren't sexually assaulted. I have been a few times. There's just...I dunno...the assumption that I'm more likely to hear "woof" from a guy like than "I gotta big dick." Which is just fine by me. His is not a favor I'm wanting to win.
Just. Really. The anger knows no end.
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An hour of yoga today. Did good stuff with my hips. Shook out some trauma during a leg raise.
Meant to get up and run. Didn't. Meeting Jessie for a walk in the morning.
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1 Fiber One blueberry muffin
1.5 cups of Fiber One with almond milk and dried fruit
2 Applegate Farms all natural chicken apple sausage links
Went to a diner for lunch...am not proud, but this is going to be my "one meal a week eaten out there I can have whatever." (Note to self, this can't happen again until NYC.)
1 chicken fried steak with white gravy
1/2 cup mashed potatoes
1/2 cup green beans
1 big fat white roll with butter
1 Fiber One blueberry muffin
1 house salad with Thousand Island dressing
3 cheese sticks and 1 flauta off the "free bar food tray" meaning, not big.
There is a sugar free baby strawberry pie in my kitchen waiting to be eaten later!
3 cups of coffee
lots of water
At a bar for happy hour this evening (post yoga, but more on that in a minute) and this guy at the bar---maybe 25?--kept staring at my friend. Leering, rather. My friend is almost 60. A beautiful woman, but...still. Almost 60.
I crossed by him at one point to go to the ladies' room and he either said to me "Woof" or "Wolf." He was too drunk to really understand. And I don't think it was a compliment either way.
But then. Then my friend goes out for a smoke. Within a minute I see him get up and follow her outside.
Apparently the transaction went something like this:
Him: Can I have a drag off that?
Her: Take your hand off my ass.
Him: Geeze, sorry.
Her: I said, take your hand off my ass. This is not how you treat a woman.
Him: Come on. I gotta big dick.
She came back in and sat down after that.
And I wonder why the idea of being thin and small scares me sometimes. That right there is why. I don't know a single woman who hasn't had a man touch her in an unwanted way. This is on the tails of finding out a friend was raped last week.
Not that bigger women aren't sexually assaulted. I have been a few times. There's just...I dunno...the assumption that I'm more likely to hear "woof" from a guy like than "I gotta big dick." Which is just fine by me. His is not a favor I'm wanting to win.
Just. Really. The anger knows no end.
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An hour of yoga today. Did good stuff with my hips. Shook out some trauma during a leg raise.
Meant to get up and run. Didn't. Meeting Jessie for a walk in the morning.
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1 Fiber One blueberry muffin
1.5 cups of Fiber One with almond milk and dried fruit
2 Applegate Farms all natural chicken apple sausage links
Went to a diner for lunch...am not proud, but this is going to be my "one meal a week eaten out there I can have whatever." (Note to self, this can't happen again until NYC.)
1 chicken fried steak with white gravy
1/2 cup mashed potatoes
1/2 cup green beans
1 big fat white roll with butter
1 Fiber One blueberry muffin
1 house salad with Thousand Island dressing
3 cheese sticks and 1 flauta off the "free bar food tray" meaning, not big.
There is a sugar free baby strawberry pie in my kitchen waiting to be eaten later!
3 cups of coffee
lots of water
Sunday, July 29, 2012
July 29, 2012
As promised before, no beating myself up for two months of not keeping up. Instead, move forward.
(I have not been completely off my game even though I haven't written. I'm doing yoga about 5x a week, and while I'm getting some digestive issues sorted out I'm doing short runs 2-3x a week.)
Digestive issues. That sorta feels like it's what my life is all about these days.
I can't run without having to go. Even if I went before I left the house. Even if I went twice before I left the house. I get between 1 and 2 miles in and....gotta go and gotta go now! And no, I don't mean I have to pee. That would be easier...I could squat in a bush.
Earlier this month I DNF'd a 5k because about a mile from the finish line (and luckily only a block from my car) I had to GO. GO NOW. And there were no porti-potties at this race. That Monday I called my doctor.
We did blood tests for food allergies. Nothing.
We changed my diet from mostly vegetarian to...not at all vegetarian.
I'm eating, at doctor's orders, about 1.5 - 2 cups of Fiber One per day (with almond milk.)
This helped some, but did not solve the problem.
And the last thing we tried was taking me off of Metformin (I'm Type 2 diabetic) in the great hope it was the thing messing me up, and we'd just put me on different meds. I've been off it a week now. The last two runs I didn't make it 2 full miles.
So I'll call her in the morning, go back on my meds, and see what the next step is.
Today I ate:
1 cup of Fiber One with blueberries in almond milk
1 egg
2 Fiber One blueberry muffins
1 big salad with lettuce, tomatoes, almonds, avocado, carrots, chicken and Olive Garden dressing
2 more Fiber One blueberry muffins
(I meant to have something other than the following for dinner, but the chicken I bought at grocery store to make Teriyaki and veggies was bad. So. I had to resort to something else.)
2 crab cakes (baked)
1 tbsp tartar sauce
1 serving Sun Chips (creamy garlic)
And 3 cups of coffee and a ton of water throughout the day.
No exercise today.
(I have not been completely off my game even though I haven't written. I'm doing yoga about 5x a week, and while I'm getting some digestive issues sorted out I'm doing short runs 2-3x a week.)
Digestive issues. That sorta feels like it's what my life is all about these days.
I can't run without having to go. Even if I went before I left the house. Even if I went twice before I left the house. I get between 1 and 2 miles in and....gotta go and gotta go now! And no, I don't mean I have to pee. That would be easier...I could squat in a bush.
Earlier this month I DNF'd a 5k because about a mile from the finish line (and luckily only a block from my car) I had to GO. GO NOW. And there were no porti-potties at this race. That Monday I called my doctor.
We did blood tests for food allergies. Nothing.
We changed my diet from mostly vegetarian to...not at all vegetarian.
I'm eating, at doctor's orders, about 1.5 - 2 cups of Fiber One per day (with almond milk.)
This helped some, but did not solve the problem.
And the last thing we tried was taking me off of Metformin (I'm Type 2 diabetic) in the great hope it was the thing messing me up, and we'd just put me on different meds. I've been off it a week now. The last two runs I didn't make it 2 full miles.
So I'll call her in the morning, go back on my meds, and see what the next step is.
Today I ate:
1 cup of Fiber One with blueberries in almond milk
1 egg
2 Fiber One blueberry muffins
1 big salad with lettuce, tomatoes, almonds, avocado, carrots, chicken and Olive Garden dressing
2 more Fiber One blueberry muffins
(I meant to have something other than the following for dinner, but the chicken I bought at grocery store to make Teriyaki and veggies was bad. So. I had to resort to something else.)
2 crab cakes (baked)
1 tbsp tartar sauce
1 serving Sun Chips (creamy garlic)
And 3 cups of coffee and a ton of water throughout the day.
No exercise today.
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