Who: Me, of course
When: Friday @5:30ish
Where: My chiro’s office in the beach(es)
What: was I doing? getting my back cracked and my knee looked at. He knows it sometimes bugs me when I run.
Why… he felt the need to give me advice on my weight is BEYOND me.
See, my crazy chiro (who I know I have mentioned a couple of times before) likes knowing when I’m doing a big run, mostly so he can check on my knees.
“You had a race scheduled for just after you saw me last, right?”
I reply that I didn’t but I did have one coming up this week (UGH).
“Oh! Good. Have you been training? All ready to race?”
I laugh into the table, “Nope. I just get slower and slower and keep gaining weight.”
Apparently THAT was an invitation to sell me on a weight loss/cleanse/crap product that he sells.
I’ve noticed the bottles and bars on the receptionist’s counter, always giggling when I saw them thinking they really didn’t belong in an office that’s all about natural healing, etc. My chiro is WELL aware of my efforts in weight loss before, my success and my increase in exercise.
But off he went about toxins in my body, my body clinging to waste, making me crave bad foods and putting me on a cycle of yo-yo dieting that these products could cure.
In fact, I could lose up to 15 POUNDS IN NINE DAYS by using these cleansing products and exercising every day.
Uh…are you SURE it’s not the DAILY exercise and the MAJOR restrictions you’re putting on your caloric intake while you’re “cleansing” that are ACTUALLY making the difference?
I don’t drink my food, which is why I will never be a green monster convert, but limiting me to ONE meal a day of around 500 calories and making me just snack on almonds and apples at all other times would be more likely to increase my propensity to binge rather than just watching portions and choosing more whole foods.
I stood there giving him stink eye the whole time with my hands on my hips, but he wouldn’t give up.
“because you know, the less weight on your frame, the easier my job is to adjust you and keep you well.”
I wonder if his job would be easier with my foot up his…
Or perhaps I should just cleanse myself of him.
Do NOT judge a container by its colour
7 nibbles at the cheese Published by marie on 7/13/09 at 11:51 AM
ALWAYS read what's on the container.
ALWAYS!!
You could REALLY mess up your oatmeal.
Just sayin'.
But not having a fear of the quiet made me fat.
Most of the time Jillian Michaels makes me roll my eyes. I’ll still listen to her Sunday show but usually feel like I’ve heard it all before somewhere but she makes it more palatable for mass consumption with her “rockstar” status.
But I digress…
A couple of weeks ago she talked about someone not taking training breaks for the fear of the quiet and still. They push through pain and make themselves busy to avoid the thoughts that come up when we’re all by ourselves.
And I got it.
Loud and clear.
It was THAT fear that I lost awhile ago.
I went from the busy to the quiet and got REALLY comfortable. I was surrounded by people, activities, and noise where I was happy and healthy. But then I burrowed down in my solitary life with just my thoughts to keep me company.
But the weight has joined that party too.
I NEED to realize I can’t be to myself all of the time. I mean, I can, but I should get out into society and do my thing, even if it’s all by myself.
Existing beyond the walls of my apartment are key. I need to put one foot in front of the other and go.
Sure, it’s all obvious, but it is what got me here. Sitting here and reading, not running. Watching tv rather than weight training.
It DOES add up.
I just have to do the subtraction now.
But first, I need to add pants.
Reason #565 that I need to run with a camera
6 nibbles at the cheese Published by marie on 6/28/09 at 11:22 AMI had made plans in my head to run to my parents house this morning and surprise mom on her 59th birthday. But for some reason I couldn’t get up and go in time for it to work, PLUS I have a present here for her that I needed to bring. I mean, I could have had them drive me home and give it to her then, but with the Pride Parade and street festival closing roads and making things a traffic nightmare around my house, I used it as an excuse to sleep for another hour.
But fret not, my pets – I got up, laced up my shoes and got out the door.
To punish myself, I ran up a nasty hill, through a beautiful cemetery and onto the belt line. The trail is another one of my favourite running spots that makes you feel like you’re hidden from the city, despite having to cross streets every so often.
But it was here that I stumbled upon something more lovely than the surrounding nature.
Stuck to a post set up to prevent cars from entering the trail was a bright orange post-it note that told me to smile because I was beautiful. And it made me chuckle. The walkers, runners and cyclists on the trails were mostly oblivious to this little self-esteem booster that stopped me dead in my tracks.
And me without a camera to document it. Sigh.
So thanks to whomever posted that little note, making an overcast and rainy day a little bit brighter and warmer.
I know that Amy, Jaime, Angie and Crystal have all taken up the challenge to brighten someone’s day, but consider doing it yourself.
You never know who you’ll inspire.
You live alone.
You do not need to make an ENTIRE lasagna when you’re craving it.
You do not have a microwave to reheat portions.
You need to remember to invite people over when you make large amounts of food.
You also need more canned tomatoes now.
Don’t forget to put them on your shopping list.
Mouse & Jainey are brought to you...
7 nibbles at the cheese Published by marie on 6/21/09 at 2:37 PM
(in part) by the letters D-A-D.I’m not talking about an aversion to wearing the little item of clothes that show off my tree trunk legs, no ma’am. Anyone that knows me is aware of the fact that once it gets hot out, they enter heavy rotation in my daily wardrobe.
But then there’s this ONE race that I LOVE with all of my heart where I run in one…on a team called GO SKIRT! that came about after finding Running Skirts (with a little help from Shirls) and noticing a funny quote under a picture on their site.
Well, unfortunately I won’t be donning my running skirt on June 27th this year, the day of the Pride & Remembrance Run, the run that got me started on running to begin with.
Why? Because I’ll be wearing a pretty dress at my wonderful friend’s wedding.
She’s having brunch. There is no way in HELL I’d say no :P
But this is where YOU come in.
If you’re in TO, I want to live vicariously THROUGH YOU.
I want you to run or walk the 5km race that is THE most fun, THE most colourful, THE best catered and THE most worthy of your time and $$.
I want you to wear a skirt, hit the streets and support Casey House & Black Cap.
And if you can’t run, walk or are NOWHERE near TO, sponsor Jainey or one of the GO SKIRT! team members. OR Cinemarie, who I suckered convinced into running my favourite race.
So…Just do it! :P
oh…and jainey never believes that you all want him to write, so give him some love in the comments :)
