I'm more than a little irritated with myself for gaining weight over the holidays. It was bad enough to have the usual few holiday pounds, but then there were the deployment stress pounds, and then there are a couple pounds that apparently just came along for the ride. I knew my jeans were all feeling tight and I'm well aware that I can't eat the way I was eating and not pay a price.
(However, I went to the doctor today for my annual check up and the scale there weighed me a full 9 lbs. lighter than mine at home! Sadly, my jeans are a better indicator than any scale and they are not lying to me. I do trust my scale at home much less now.)
(Also, the best part of the doctor visit [besides the weigh-in] was the gown they gave me. It was made of cloth, not paper. It had 3/4 length sleeves and it came down almost to my knees. Actually it was more of a robe than a gown. AND they also had a full sheet to use for draping the lower half. I've always hated sitting naked on the table waiting while wearing nothing the tissue paper bib get up and a sheet the size of a dish towel on my lap. What if there was a fire? I think about these things as I wait for my rendevous with the stirrups. Anyway, my point is the gown made the entire experience much more comfortable, or as comfortable as such things can be.)
Holy crap, where was I going with this....oh, yes. Now that we've somewhat gotten back into our routine, I've been trying to exercise regularly. For years, I've worked out in the evening, around 7:45. In good weather I might go for a run, but otherwise I use my step and go up and down, up and down while watching tv or listening to music. Evenings seem to be the only time I can consistently exercise without excuses. I know darn well I am not going to work out in the mornings. I can barely haul my carcass out of bed, never mind get my heart rate up.
For all my good intentions, my evenings workouts have been scarce so far. Grace is doing junior cheerleading, which practices twice a week from 5:30 to 6:30. I try to schedule time at least one day a week for the kids to go hang out at the youth center until 6 as well. I've totally reconciled myself to driving to post nearly every day and like today, sometimes twice a day. That's just how it goes for us here. But it's not burning too many calories.
Last week, after several sunny days, I decided it was time to run again. I dislike running and when I got out of the Army, I swore I'd never run again unless I was being chased. But I like being outside and getting out of my step rut. Walking bores me silly as a form of exercise and I only do it when I'm catching my breath between running intervals. Running works for getting me in shape and I like having accomplished a run.
After prodding the kids through their morning routines and getting them started on their school work, I tucked my iPhone in my pocket and headed out. I use an free application called RunKeeper to track my runs and I find it motivating to see the little map and the neat charts that show me my speed and elevation. Even though I was up to about 6 miles when we lived in El Paso, it's been months since I ran and I'm slow and it hurts. Frankly, it's charitable to call what I'm doing running.
Now it's gone and gotten cold again. I went out running Tuesday morning and returned home with ice crystals around my face. All my hot air huffing and puffing had condensed and then frozen. The tip of my ponytail was like an icicle. Call me a wimp, I don't mind, but that's just too cold for me.
Fortunately, there is a new indoor pool on post that has just opened. Tonight while Grace was at cheerleading, I ventured over and swam laps for a while. I was a competitive swimmer for a lot of my youth and it's my favorite kind of exercise. No sweating! But whoaaa...it's been a long, long time since I swam like that. My arms feel like they are filled with wet sand and I can't imagine how I'm going to feel in the morning. A frozen run might seem like a great idea in comparison.