Gah, I need new running shoes.

Today was a pretty lazy day. I never sleep in, but today I slept in till 10:20. The grandma made some sort of egg casserole thing with onions and cheese on it. It was accompanied by a bagel lightly toasted, a cup of OJ, and a cup of coffee.

I didn’t really get hungry for lunch, which is weird for me. But I ended up eating a leftover cupcake from the shower and a peach. 

At 6:00, my grandparents went down the street to a BBQ, and told me they would bring me back whatever was there for dinner. But I was getting hungry. So I snacked on a handful of kettle chips dipped in hummus and a handful of carrots. Grandma brought me back a plate of food with macaroni salad, a small chicken breast and two small pieces of steak. I knew it was too much food. But I ate it all. 

I was really excited about my jog tonight. Especially with the realization that I can jog a mile. I decided to experiment with my jogging “style”, I tried running, not jogging for a little ways. But I noticed that my legs felt uneven. It felt kinda like I was hopping on one leg and not the other. I had the urge to just hop on the other leg so it would feel even, but I knew that would look absolutely ridiculous. So, I jogged to the mile point, (it took 14 minutes), but my left foot started hurting. I don’t know if it’s because I didn’t stretch correctly, I was running instead of jogging, or if I need new shoes. I suspect that I need new jogging shoes. I’m not entirely sure what shinsplints are, but I imagine that this is what it felt like. 

It wasn’t excruciating pain, but I kept thinking “What if I injure myself?” I currently don’t have medical insurance since I graduated from college, so I mostly walked back on the second mile home. I was pretty upset with myself. 

As I write this, I must comment on the soreness of my left butt cheek. 

That is all. 

Supermodels.

This is one of my favorite songs.
I found it appropriate to post here.
Enjoy.

*Insert inspirational quote about a journey, and walking, and taking a step*

This morning I came downstairs and all I wanted to eat for breakfast was a toasted bagel with cream cheese and smoke salmon. But my grandmother had been up since 5 a.m. cooking baked goods for my cousin’s baby shower. There was a red velvet cupcake, about 80 cupcakes, and probably 30 sugar cookies. I was FORCED to eat a sugar cookie and a cupcake. About an hour later I was finally able to make that bagel.

We got to the baby shower and there was dessert EVERYWHERE. There was cupcakes, there was coffee cake, there were muffins, there was Mike and Ikes on each table, then there was caramel popcorn, there was two types of quiche...what wasn’t there to eat?

First, I snacked on the Mike and Ikes. I dunno how many I had. I’d like to say less than a box that you would buy at the movie theaters...We can only hope. Then I had a plate of quiche with veggies in it, a tiny sliver of coffee cake, and a medley of grapes, strawberries, and I think raspberries. Then I ate a few more Mike and Ikes. Then I munched on a few pieces of caramel popcorn. Then I was forced to eat another cupcake. Then I pulled pretzels out and dipped them in hummus. 

I think that was it for snacking.

When I got home to the grandparents’ I had 2 pieces of strawberry licorice. It’s not even good. Why do I do this to myself?

For dinner, I made myself a roast beef sandwich with provolone cheese, pickles, tomatoes, and purple onions. I dipped my sandwich into hummus between bites. I then had a piece of string cheese, and a plate of strawberries and cottage cheese.

Eating was a fail today. I ate too much dairy and too many sweets. I’m surprised I didn’t go into a junk food comma.

In other news, I CAN STRAIGHT UP JOG A MILE!  And apparently I’ve been doing this for over a week. 

Earlier today my aunt suggested I run to a certain street, Park Street to be exact. After dropping me off from the baby shower, she texted me and told me that it was a mile from my grandparents’ house to Park Street. 

So, if my math serves me correctly a mile there and a mile back is 2 miles. I jogged all the way to Park Street without stopping. Well, I had to wait for a light to change in order to cross the street, but that’s different than having to walk because you just can’t jog anymore. I checked my phone. I jogged a mile in 12 minutes. I kept going. I had to stop jogging and walk for four minutes, but then it was business as usual. 

I stopped jogging at exactly at 30 minutes. And jogging for 30 minutes is two miles.

My favorite part about jogging is the cool down walk after my jog. I tuck my tummy in, a fancy phrase for suckin’ it in, and I roll my shoulders back and for some odd reason I feel attractive in that cool down. 

I’m still waiting for the fabled endorphins. Maybe you only get them if you jog for 31 minutes. 

he ran. he is happy.

Thanks, Ellie for the inspiration!
I love this. This could be me.

love.

I forgot to mention that I feel thinner. It's not something I can put into tangible measurements. I don't know if I can even say that I have less cellulite on my thighs. Maybe I'm only appreciating my hard work and liking myself better for it. Maybe I have higher self esteem. All I know is that I have more love for the girl looking at me in the mirror.

A new adventure in the jogging world.

I don’t want to talk about Fourth of July Weekend.

I forgot to write down what I ate yesterday. But I went jogging for 30 minutes. It was my favorite jog yet. I jogged all around West Sacramento. In my previous jogs, I have stuck mainly to the little neighborhood that my grandparents live in. It has lots of little houses. A couple of days ago, I decided to venture out on the main road, West Capitol for 8 minutes of my jog. I passed lots of hotels and Mexican restaurants, and gas stations. I liked the view better. 

So anyways, yesterday I jogged passed the Raleys Grocery Store, the library, the community college, another grocery store, and finally back in the little neighborhood of my grandparents. The only thing I didn’t like was since I was jogging in the city, I had to wait for the stop lights. That sucked. When I would stop, I could tell that fellow stopped cars would eye me curiously. I did not like this. At one stop light a guy on a bike tried to do cool bike tricks to impress me. Sorry bike guy, I wasn’t impressed. 

It’s becoming easier and easier to jog for longer distances at a time. I think that I straight up jogged for 20 minutes, then walked for 4 then jogged the rest of the way. I want to eventually be able to jog for straight up 30 minutes without stopping to walk. And then who knows, maybe jog for a straight up hour! Now that’s a goal!

Today (July 8, 2011)

I woke up and made myself a bowl of honey nut cheerios in almond milk. Then I ate a banana and a glass of OJ.

At work, I ate a blueberry Special K bar.

For lunch, I had leftover dinner from last night. That included lasagna, squash from the grandparent’s garden, and a cup of Greek yogurt with blueberries in it for dessert. 

I have found myself being incredibly hungry between 4:00ish till dinner. So, I brought a granola bar. I can’t remember the brand. It’s pretty substantial though. 

My grandmother didn’t want to cook for dinner. And that’s alright with me. She wanted to get Papa Murphy’s pizza, which is a take and bake pizza. But I suggested In and Out since I wanted to go there before I left Cali. She said that was a good idea. 

For those on the East Coast, In and Out has a pretty good reputation not quite different from Chick-Fil-A. They make their fries fresh from actual potatoes everyday, not frozen! Each restaurant is privately owned and not franchised. And their burgers are pretty tasty!

I ordered hamburger with lots of delicious veggies on it and the fries. It was amazing. Pretty great portion size. 

I had every intention of going for a jog after dinner. I even changed in to my jogging clothes. But then I went up stairs sat on the couch because it felt so nice and warm and fell asleep for two hours.  I think I may have had an “iron deficiency crash”. I’m not even sure if that’s what it’s called, or if that’s what’s even happening. All I know is that I can tell if I don’t have enough iron I have an incredibly urge to stop everything and sleep. Which is weird that I would have one today, because I took to pills this morning.” Anyways, I woke up at 9:30 p.m. I refuse to jog in the dark. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow. 

Becky and the burping burritos.

June 30^th

I’m trying to remember everything from yesterday.

Let’s see, I woke up and had breakfast. It was a cup of coffee, a bowl of Raisin Bran Crunch, and an apple.

As I may have mentioned in an earlier post, pizza is the bane of my healthy diet’s existence. So, to my great fortune, today was my cousin’s last day working at All Phase, so my aunt bought pizza. Yeah. I didn’t do so bad though. I had one slice of the combo pizza. (I had to pull off all the meat. Stupid, dirty pork!) And then I had about a cup and a half of leftover pasta, and then an apple.

When my Papa picked me up from work he informed me that we would be going out to eat for Mexican food. Yum. I love Mexican. We went to a cute little hole-in-the-wall placed called Emma’s.

I ordered a beef taco, a cheese enchilada, and beans on the side. And of course, there was chips and salsa. Mexican food is pretty heavy. Which I had forgotten about.
So, I was feeling pretty stuffed.

I decided to do a jog today. Now, every time that I jog it’s either too hot or don’t bring some sort of time piece. This means I’m usually only gone for 20 minutes. Which means I’m a PANSY. So, my goal was to be gone for 30 minutes and to mostly be jogging. The first 16 minutes in I was doing pretty darn good. But unfortunately, when I glanced at my iPod, I misread the time. So I thought I only had about 5 minutes left. When I looked again a couple minutes later, I had 12 minutes left! Those 12 minutes were pretty tortuerous for two reasons. 1) Time went by slow, and 2) I kept burping up my burrito. Whenever I burped I had to stop jogging. Blech.

But it was a delicious burrito.

I was pretty proud of myself though. I mean I did a pretty good job of doing mostly jogging. I’d say I jogged 90% of the time and walked 10% of the time. My goal is to jog for a solid 30 minutes without having to stop to walk.