oh well

sms to the spousal unit and the Mighty Emma: withdrawn from Melbourne 10k not going to happen achilles not cooperating.

Emma, in her Mightiness, has asked me what would happen if I did 'give up' (as has crossed my mind of late, I cannot lie). My answer: if I gave up I could stop being so disappointed all the time (ok my sms to her had a swear word in it) I could give up trying to be hopeful but knowing underneath there's not a lot of evidence for anything going well. I sometimes wish I could give up but I can't and I never will

oh well.
Standing at work, stretching and core every day, off to a new physio on Friday .
It's just the road I'm on. What can I do but keep walking?

Friends by my side of course :)

No dramas, just stuff

I'm only writing this becuase one of the Improving Habits I am working on is to blog more. The topic should really be "SS,DD", but then again, reflecting on that - that this is all just stuff that happens, no point getting in a tizzy about it - makes it easier to keep things in persepctive, does it not?
Our heroine feels as though she is treading water and not making any progress at anything much, owing to
- the everlasting, ever-tedious chronic sinusitis + bonus bouts with local lurgis
->interrupted sleep -> hard to 'make time'
->low energy/general crapness
- father-in-law in and out of hospital
->even more  challenging to establish a routine
-> a stressed-out Spousal Unit
->who copes by bringing home chocolate
- and of course work/Mumming/housekeeping.
SSDD, really. I told you!
It's all just stuff to manage, but having no fitness base is a pest. I just can't seem to get any sort of run on to build myself up. But I am finding a way.
Improving Habit of the week is to be very conscious of my urge to go out/get takeaway when I'm tired. I've noted it and resisted it well so far, possibly becuase I've been reframing it as saving up to go away next year. It's all what you call things, isn't it?
Improving Habit for the coming week is to be very conscious of what I eat during arsenic hour (5.30-6.30pm). The bikkies and cheese can start to relax.

More anon, philospohers!

big smoke, little steps

a lovely visit to the big smoke for the dermatologist with Noddie last week included the zoo, the art gallery, shopping with my sister, lots of yummy not-like-in-our-town food, a ferry ride across the bay, and scienceworks. Now we know everything about black holes! We did a fair bit of walking, comparatively speaking, despite the winter wind, and I summoned the willpower to emerge from the spa at the hotel and wobble into the gym for stretching and core work. I wanted to (ahem) 'run' but the legs weren't playing after our (ahem) 'long' walk. The trouble with being physically weak is the body just Won't. Keep. Up. aka, patience is everything.
On Sunday I did go for a real live fair dinkum 'training run' - a planned and executed bit of exercise aimed at an event. So what if it was walk 2 min run 1 x8? I smsd a few friends I was going so I wouldn't sook out. When they kindly asked how it went I had two answers: a great start! and if I thought they were all going to be like that I'd give up on the spot. Both true. Next day the bastard achilles were a bit grabby but they're better today so I'm going again after work. I was just talking to Noddie and we agreed that getting up early(ish) this morning and doing my exercises and not running is much better than staying in bed dozing and not running. Noddie's a lovely child.

More anon, arty-farties!

and another thing

There's a 1.5k swim held every September in the cooling pond for the power station about 2 hours from our house. I've always wanted to do it and then always forgot about it until the weekend it's on and we're always busy/it's sold out/I haven't trained and etc etc. THIS YEAR I AM DOING IT. WOOT! Too. Much. Fun.
It's not a nuclear power station so I won't glow in the dark afterward *pouts*

on a related note, here's to giant-killers!

possibly the most exciting post ever

Guess what? I've entered the 10km at the Melbourne Marathon in October!!!! I have A Goal! Something to Aim For! I might end up running 30s walking 2min30 for two hours while cross skinnyfasts gallop past me yelling abuse (it's all on the same course) but I. Don't. Care.
It. Is. So.On. On like Donkey Kong. In like Flynn, that's me.
I am So. Over. not racing. You know what I've been doing wrong? Forgetting that 'how can I do it?' is always better than 'can I do it?'
I'm going to have to get a bigger Team Stupidly Determined shirt made.

(I don't know that I'd call it 'courage' exactly...)

More anon, excitables!

ok enough

I don't care if I have to lie down after every rep I am going to do my core exercises and skipping today so there
More anon, wobblers!

and then...

our heroine was poleaxed by the disgusting phlegmy lurgi that has felled an estimated 30% of LBTEPAville and nothing has happened since, except tracking food and standing while using the pc. Bleah.
More anon, germ-sharers!

Faux mauxjaux

I was saying to the Spousal Unit this morning that it was hard to establish new workout routines when you keep getting colds all the time. Which is true. It's also hard to establish new workout routines when your father-in-law is in and out of hospital, your husband is off to Melbourne for days at a time,  and then your dear old dog dies *wiping eyes*. Another hard thing is perceiving progress when life and workouts are all so higgledy-piggledy. It's seeing progress that keeps a person going, I think - me, anyway - and this blog IS all about me!
I keep feeling slightly puzzled and disoriented by the fact that this all used to be 'normal'. I was the mojo queen! If it needed to be done, I did it, now! Self-discipline as an effort is a strange feeling to me. I'm not whingeing, mind! It's not the frantic dramatic oh woe is me however shall I manage? as it was in the past. I do hope those days have passed forever, and with regular thyroid checks there's every chance they will have. Hooray!
So, how to orchestrate a runner from sort-of-but-not-really-Happily-Drifting-Along-Land back to Planet Enthusiastic Amazon? Given that buying stuff fixes everything, I have equipped myself for this new phase of my existence with the following:

A FIT BALL for the activation of my core and the amusement of my family.
A SKIPPING ROPE for the activation of...um..something (?jumping muscles?) and the amusement of my family and the neighbours. Bruises an added bonus.
A COMPUTER STAND. I sit for up to five hours a day at work. Now I stand while I'm using the computer. This makes me quite tired, which is why I am going to do more of it
A SMALL BOOK to write down everything I eat, and record my weight on Saturday mornings.
NEW TOGS because I am a tragic spendthrift and I didn't like my apologetic black ones any more. Also groovy new goggles with cool reflective blue lenses (see 'tragic spendthrift').
A LIST! Becuase what is A Plan without a List? I'm going to blog more often (it's on The List) and post photos my List with a whole lot of lovely ticked boxes. It'll be fab!! And if it isn't fab, I'll pretend it is until it really is! Fake it 'til I make it! Bring on the artificial oomph!

(I was looking for an image to post but there's a rather scary-looking UK band called 'Oomph' so I am going with 'bubbly' instead)

More anon, groovers and shakers!

A wondrous event

So how is Operation Proper Sweaty Athlete progressing, you ask? As well you might. Our heroine continues to plug away at it, while coming to terms with the challenges of being not only older but much heavier than last time she did this. Walking = tick. Cycling = tick. Swimming = ? My shoulders are feeling a bit niggly, so I think I need to do fewer laps more often, which will create scheduling difficulties, which I will overcome. Last time I went to the pool my back started to seize up, which displeased me. It was the day after my last (ahem) "run", which I think I overdid - 7 x 90sec. *frowns*. My physio scoffs at stretching but I feel better when I do and more sore when I don't so I'm going to start working it into the daily routine and see what happens. I have a strong sense that being lighter would make this rehab easier, so I am keeping a food diary to try and curb the after-work face-stuffing habit to which I have fallen prey. So far so good. As you can see, I'm still at the stage where there are no rules-of-thumb - I have to work out everything as I go along, which is somewhat anxiety provoking. I look forward to a time when it's all just normal, and I can just go and do stuff. Le sigh... The Spousal Unit, I have discovered, has also begun thinking about his food and exercise (I know, you could have knocked me down with a feather too) so that's helpful as I no longer have to do my nut before anyone will come walking or cycling with me, nor get the stink-eye when I suggest brown rice or smaller portions.
Life at Schloss LBTEPA has been eventful in its usual, that is to say uneventful, way. Our heroine clocked up 11 Mother's Day Classic events in a row a couple of weeks ago (yes it has been that long, sorry blog for neglecting you), this time on her own two feet

Last weekend we went to Melbourne for Noddie's ballet masterclass (yes, she goes to that sort of dance school) and visited the Aztec exhibition at the Museum, which was very informatively gory. On the way home we stocked up on Real, Delicious Food at the Vic Market, and felt a bit sad we'd moved so far away. But not sad enough to want to move back.
But my friends! I must tell you of the wondrous event which befell me at the market! The stars aligned and the shoe gods smiled upon me that day - a pair of fabulous red boots that Actually Zipped Up Over My Blessedly Bountiful Calves revealed themselves to me and became my companions.Can world domination be far away?

More anon, seven-leaguers!

5x1 + 2x10

After I walked Noddie to school I kept walking in the lovely autumn sunshine, to the gym. I haven't been there for quite some time. I was quite nervous. My goals were to run 5x1 minute on the treadmill, and to stand for 20 seconds on each leg on the stupid balance ball. I completed the first pleasingly easily, although I didn't enjoy it at all because I was too worried about twinges in my achilles. I remembered very vividly how far I used to run and wondered if I'll ever feel that good again, but that was pointless so I concentrated on Eurovision on the gym tv instead. I completely heart Eurovision. One minute isn't long anyway.
I should rewrite that -  OMG PEOPLE I ACTUALLY RAN!!! I ACTUALLY RAN!!! YAY! - but I've been in Broken Hell for a long time and I don't believe things happen just because I want them to or becuase the physio says it'll be all right. We'll see how sore I am tomorrow.
I managed 10 seconds for each leg on the stupid balance ball so I will have to come back and have another go. I'm home now, slathered in precautionary anti-inflammatory gel. I don't know whether to laugh hysterically or cry hysterically. It's a start.
More anon, sunshiners!

It's unbelievable, I don't believe it

Stop Press: LBTEPA's PHYSIO IS HAPPY!
IN A SHOCK ANNOUNCEMENT, LBTEPA's PHYSIO HAS STATED THAT SHE MUST KEEP DOING WHAT SHE IS DOING, AND ALSO DO WHATEVER ELSE SHE LIKES!!!
Onlookers were stunned when, after the usual humiliating and depressing round of exercises, LBTEPA's physiostated that he was 'very happy' and that 'you can really start loading now'. When queried, he stated that yes, he did mean swimming and running, with the caveat that anything causing next-day achilles soreness must be treated with 2 days' rest and decreased intensity next time the exercise was undertaken. After a short discussion it was decided that skipping would be an appropriate loading exercise to begin with, with the aim of working up to running. Walking is definitely encouraged.
HEADLINE: LBTEPA IS SPEECHLESS
"Not worrying will take some getting used to", stated our heroine, as the news began to sink in. "Now get out of my way, I'm off to the pool!"

-the most beautiful view in the world yesterday-

It'll be hard to go slowly, but I can do hard things. I'm out of the two-year hell of broken at last! I can plan! I can look forward to things! I can't stop grinning when I think about it.

More anon, splish-splashers!

Be ye kind

The meteoric ascent of our heroine from Flabby Bleaty McBroken to Proper Sweaty Load-Bearing Athlete has alas come to a - temporary - screeching halt as she slogs her way through a vicous sinus/chest infection. Hello old friend! But thanks to equine-grade antibiotics and of course the recent move to Planet Working Thyroid, all is pretty cruisy - as I said to Noddie, I feel utterly rubbish, but in a good (calm and cheerful) way. Did I mention that I am now a tiresome zealot about everyone getting her/his thyroid checked regularly?
As I reflect on the last couple of years, there's not much I can do but shrug my shoulders and chalk it up to experience. I am a bit sad about some fledgling new-town friendships that ended or never really started because Bleaty McBroken kept butting in. Oh well. There's been some gold in these here hills though: it was certainly an intensive course in Keeping At It! Next time I'll pay more attention to the unit on problem-solving, eh? My life is simpler now. As my five faithful readers know (bless you, you dear patient things) I ended a long-term friendship after a piece of BS so monumental that it wasn't worth dealing with. I let loads of effbee friends fade away - good wishes to them all, but they just weren't real! One of my goals for this year is to have more genuine contact with real friends - step one is to write some birthdays back in the calendar, step two is to Pick Up the Darn Phone sometimes! Sometimes so hard...
My relationship with my body has changed too. It is how it is. I might not be so thrilled with it in its current state but I don't hate it and I'm not ashamed of it. I'm working on repairing it and making it stronger. Maybe the most important lesson I've learned is to be kinder to myself. You've all helped, the constant encouraging commenters THANKS THANKS THANKS THANKS and lurkers and of course my imaginary friends! It's been important to have this blank space to vent and reflect and try and work things out. I'm hoping to have some actual physical progress to report soon! But it's all good.
In other news, I had a dodgy pap smear result recently and now have to have some other investigations (sad face, ewww). Such a bore, but thank goodness for the reminder letters (you get your tests regularly, don't you?  Don't you?). I've just finished reading a book called Gingerbread, by one Robert Dinsdale, which was so gripping that I stopped about two thirds of the way through becuase I didn't want it to end, and then two days later read the last part in an hour and a half in one go standing at the kitchen bench. Gripping.
What a have you all been up to/ reading/ learned lately? Share!

More anon, booktopians!

such an idiot

Now repeat after me, LBTEPA
I WILL GET MY THYROID CHECKED more regularly than four years ago omg what an idiot
I WILL GET MY THYROID CHECKED because it's been bung for ever
I WILL GET MY THYROID CHECKED when I get really sad for ages and ages
I WILL GET MY THYROID CHECKED when I am dragging myself around with bone-deep weariness
I WILL GET MY THYROID CHECKED when I can't seem to keep the house vaguely tidy
I WILL GET MY THYROID CHECKED when I gain stupid amounts of weight
I WILL GET MY THYROID CHECKED because when I look after it, it looks after me.
You wouldn't think an increase of 25mcg would make such a huge difference, but oh my, my five faithul readers! Oh my! I'm calm and happy, I feel peaceful and confident, I (now this is a biggie) HAVE ENERGY! I get on my bike with enthusiasm and enjoy myself. I don't cry after the physio even when he says I'm more likely to be able to do short tris rather than any decent running in the near future and no, sorry, no swimming for you yet missy. I feel extremely fed up and over this bloody saga, but that's it.
This is what normal feels like, I'm guessing. *slaps forehead* (and laughs)
Feel free to remind me of this at any time should the bleat-fest recommence.
More anon, Hashimotos!

A bit more Rarotonga goodness for your day :)

More stuff I know

The Cook Islands are wonderful. Save up your money and go there as soon as possible.

 

 

If you're interested in seeing more photos and we're not friends of effbee then send me a message and I'll send you a link.
Other Stuff I know: I didn't miss the internet, tv or my phones (personal and work) at all. Neither did Noddie (I think J missed tv a bit). We took the dvd of the BBC series Broadchurch - rivetting.
I'm going to change a few things to try and live more as we did on our holiday. Not, alas, spending a couple of hours a day snorkelling in balmy tropical waters full of colourful fish, but I want to maintain this lovely feeling of wellbeing as much as possible as we head into winter. So the Plan is This:
no diet soft drinks ever again
as much fresh air as possible
only wear a watch when you have to - my watch tan line is gone and I'm so proud
people are how they are; you can love them while finding many of their habitual behaviours inexplicable
only look at my phones three times a day, and effbee once a day. This will be a toughie, but it was so nice feeling so uncluttered.
a lot of niggles go away with anti-inflam gel. Do your exercises every day, for sure, but get on with the fun stuff and chill a bit, bro!

More anon, night-flyers!

Stuff I know

If you get a chance to volunteer at an Ironman, DO IT! If you can pull the stunt managed by  my dear friend the Mighty Emma, which was volunteer at the last minute and end up tacking off athletes' chips in the finishing chute, then all power to you - but handing out water, ice, flat cola, watermelon, bananas, gels, vegemite on a stick and COWBELL to the late finishers is also a sensationally inspiring way to spend your time

I had 3 of these working overtime (and now have bruises on my fingers). A bloke from a house across the road came over and started saying, you know those bells - we all thought he was going to tell me to pleeeeeaaaaasssse stopppit stopppit stopppit, and later someone from the aid station said she wished he'd said it (how unkind) - they're awesome! Have some tim tams! I nobly shared them with the crew because I've given up chocolate for Lent. About an hour later the bloke returned with a tray laden with cups, tea, milk, hot water and sugar, an absolute lifesaver at 10pm. So kind!
So do it do it do it. So inspiring
Now I want to do one...... I think I need a Plan!
Must dash though chickies, we are heading off to the Cook Islands straight after work this arvo!! WOOT! I'll be off the grid for 9 days, engaged in a rigorous schedule of snorkelling, eating, reading and sleeping. Wish me luck!

more anon, tropicanas!

Testing, testing

Cholesterol - normal
Liver and kidney function - normal (must be made of old boot leather, bless 'em)
Thyroid function - slightly dodgy, retest in 2 months (hmm, hello weight gain and low mood???)
Physio appears to be pleased and has ordered bike, bike and more bike, as well as okaying walking Noddie to school (a 2km round trip, I'd say whoopeefriggendoo but there's that whole giving up whingeing for Lent thing) and squeezing one of these between my knees whenever the opportunity presents itself.

I suspect it will provoke inappropriate comments from the Spousal Unit.
More anon,  velocipeders!

It was about time

LBTEPA popped off to the quack for a checkup and pap smear today ewww and eeek as said checkup included being measured and weighed aaarrrggghhh. Ugly. I'm getting blood tests tomorrow - liver and thyroid function, cholesterol and blood sugar. Could be even uglier.
I'm thinking of giving up whingeing for Lent - my Mum will think she's gone deaf! What do you give up?
MOre anon, pancake makers!

Still here

Just a quick one to reassure my five faithful readers that LBTEPA is still here, and absolutely fine. Keeping at Things, Carrying On, thinking about new Plans. Just not very talkative
Hope you're all well?
More anon, whisperers!

Here's my new favourite song (and possible theme for the year)

WOFTAM

The visit with sports pych went extremely badly. I wanted her to hear me and she wanted to fix me.

At last

This will come as an immense relief to you, my five faithful readers, but at last I've Done Something Sensible. You know how this whole everlasting hellhole of broken has been messing with my head? Oh my word we do you murmur to yourselves, you never talk about bloody anything else sheesh but anyway, I was thinking about it all, and I thought, if my head's going to be messed with, I'd rather it was done by someone who's trained to do it for a living. I've tried to think myself out of this quagmire and I haven't been able to. I'm smart and I'm determined (and I am actually trained to mess with heads for a living) so if I can't do it by myself then it probably can't be done. Time to circle the wagons, summon the posse, call in the professionals.
I have an appointment on Friday with a sports psychologist in The Big Smoke.

more anon, synapse-extenders!