OK so today I did my first real workout. It consisted of a warmup walk followed by intervals of running for 10 seconds and walking for 1 minute, and then a 10 minute "free form" run.
I started out at 2 mph which is what I did yesterday, but it didn't fit with the music. So I went to 2.7. Seemed brisk. Then when I went to the intervals, I did 2.8 and increased to 3.3 (that's running for me) . After the intervals, I did 3.0 mph for the last 10 minutes.
I actually liked the interval parts best, I felt like things were happening. I kind of looked forward to the next running part because I could get past it. The last 10 mins were agony. I am sure that I will look back at this and laugh my ass off and think i could do 3.3 MPH crabwalking.
Let me get this straight: I do not like this. It sucks. My feet hurt and my hip hurts and my back hurts. Buuut, I have to admit. I was driving my car today and I noticed I felt uh, good? I mean like more energy than usual? not like coffee or food energy but like the energy you feel in the sun. we'll see what I say tomorrow morning! HA!
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Just Starting Out
I haven't ever written a blog before. I am just typing in this box and hoping it works out. We'll see. Anyway, I named my blog "Shake It Fatty" for two reasons. One is "fatgirlrunning" was already taken. Also because that is something that was yelled to me once and I don't even remember when or where, or what the circumstances were. I don't even remember if it actually happened. But I do know that it stresses me out.
I've been fat since I was 10. But not really fat. I didn't actually get really fat until high school. And even then, I wasn't that fat. I am ok with being fat. What I'm not ok with is being so exhausted all the time. I'm so WEAK. So I decided to start doing the couch to 5k. The Zombie one. Because if you're going to run, might as well get chased by Zombies.
I am trying really hard not to hope that I lose weight by running. I mean it would be great, but after 30 years of trying, including phen-fen and a gastric bypass that (obviously) failed, I'm not going to base my success on whether or not I lose weight. What I'd really love is to be in better shape. Like that fat chick that does the zipline tour. The fat guy who surprises you and kicks your ass in tennis (that's my brother). I want to be less restricted by my weight. If I lose some, fine.
The big challenge is that I hate being encouraged. No matter how well it is intended, I hear "shake it, fatty!" or "isn't it cute how hard she is trying?". Even if that is NOT HAPPENING I hear it happening. I see it in people's faces. I see it in my husband's face. They PITY me and my fatness. Or they think it's cute to watch someone fight a painful battle or something.
See, people think that fatties are all stupid, lazy, and ignorant. But we know more about calories and carbs and nutrition than anyone, I've been monitoring my diet for 30 years. I know about putting your dinner on a smaller plate and the meat the size of a deck of cards and 8 glasses of water a day and those tips and tricks are just insulting. I have a master's degree in education. I know more math than probably 75% of the population. I am extremely confident in my intelligence. However, if you think I'm lazy, you are absolutely right about that. Boy oh boy am I lazy. I'd love to just sit on the couch and drink tea and eat shortbread cookies forever. But it's not getting me anywhere. So I'm going to force myself to try something new.
I did the first day of Zombies Run! 5K. I didn't like it. I did one mile in 30 minutes. I know ridiculous but it's something. I did it on the treadmill in my garage. It will be a LONG time before I am willing to do this in front of someone. That's day 1, see you in 2 days.
I've been fat since I was 10. But not really fat. I didn't actually get really fat until high school. And even then, I wasn't that fat. I am ok with being fat. What I'm not ok with is being so exhausted all the time. I'm so WEAK. So I decided to start doing the couch to 5k. The Zombie one. Because if you're going to run, might as well get chased by Zombies.
I am trying really hard not to hope that I lose weight by running. I mean it would be great, but after 30 years of trying, including phen-fen and a gastric bypass that (obviously) failed, I'm not going to base my success on whether or not I lose weight. What I'd really love is to be in better shape. Like that fat chick that does the zipline tour. The fat guy who surprises you and kicks your ass in tennis (that's my brother). I want to be less restricted by my weight. If I lose some, fine.
The big challenge is that I hate being encouraged. No matter how well it is intended, I hear "shake it, fatty!" or "isn't it cute how hard she is trying?". Even if that is NOT HAPPENING I hear it happening. I see it in people's faces. I see it in my husband's face. They PITY me and my fatness. Or they think it's cute to watch someone fight a painful battle or something.
See, people think that fatties are all stupid, lazy, and ignorant. But we know more about calories and carbs and nutrition than anyone, I've been monitoring my diet for 30 years. I know about putting your dinner on a smaller plate and the meat the size of a deck of cards and 8 glasses of water a day and those tips and tricks are just insulting. I have a master's degree in education. I know more math than probably 75% of the population. I am extremely confident in my intelligence. However, if you think I'm lazy, you are absolutely right about that. Boy oh boy am I lazy. I'd love to just sit on the couch and drink tea and eat shortbread cookies forever. But it's not getting me anywhere. So I'm going to force myself to try something new.
I did the first day of Zombies Run! 5K. I didn't like it. I did one mile in 30 minutes. I know ridiculous but it's something. I did it on the treadmill in my garage. It will be a LONG time before I am willing to do this in front of someone. That's day 1, see you in 2 days.
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