Hormones are assholes!

There.  I’ve said it.  Hormones are assholes. What? They are! I admit that I’m not a scientist and really have no idea about the mystery that is the human body besides the basic stuff.  I mean, I know where babies come from and all.  But I don’t really know the interplay between a woman’s hormones and her healthy-living choices, for example.  What I mean by this is that this week, the hormones have hijacked my body.  I find myself wanting babies and boyfriends (don’t worry, this usually passes) and worse than that is that I find myself wanting to consume pure junk food, nonstop.  I know I’m prone to being dramatic, but I’m not exaggerating here.  All I want to do is eat junk (and procreate).  Luckily, I don’t go through this every month like some women.  It’s about once a quarter. Usually it aligns with a high-stress period in my life.

This past week has been stressful.  I had a presentation at work and worked really hard on it.  Plus the Ides of March came in like a shit-wrapped wrecking ball.  So it’s been a long week, and I’m definitely glad that it is the weekend.  I did pretty good at the beginning of the week, but once Thursday hit and my presentation was complete, all hell broke loose. I pretty much shoveled any kind of food (good or bad) into my mouth at a high rate of frequency.  I won’t even tell you how many cupcakes and donuts I have consumed in the past three days.  It’s embarrassing, and I can’t seem to stop myself.  I know that I will get back on track, and I have made sure to keep myself active during this period of my own personal all-you-can-eat buffet. But I thought I’d share, because you want to read the good and the bad, right?

My Fitbit activity says that I got in 328 active minutes the week — that’s 5.46 hours of active minutes.  I’m pretty happy with that. I went on a pretty awesome run this morning downtown, and a nature walk after work last night.  So even though my eating is off this week, my physical activity is most definitely not  So, here’s to next week guys.  Let’s crush it!







(Almost) No Joy in Runville

I went for a run on Tuesday, and it was probably my most pathetic run yet. I didn’t necessarily go because I wanted to. I thought sunshine, endorphins, and outdoors would help cheer me up a little though. I’m going through the grieving period after a (very) recent breakup, and am looking for anything (legal and drug-free) to help the pain be a little less present. My heart is utterly broken, but my legs are not, so Tuesday I thought a run might help.

It was pretty hot here in Arkansas on Tuesday and the sun was shining down. I picked one of my favorite running routes and took off to a recommended playlist on Spotify. I struggled a lot. I ended up walking most of my route because I’ve been eating terribly the three days before (very little and mostly just junk – typical breakup food) and it showed. My body was not cooperating, which just pissed me off. And that wasn’t fair because it wasn’t my body’s fault that I ate terribly.

I ended up walking more than running. During the sporadic spurts of running that I did do, I managed to fall off the sidewalk (apparently I cannot run in a straight line), French kiss an unidentified insect, and even cried when Kelly Clarkson’s “My Life Would Suck Without You” came on (thank God for sunglasses and sweat). Not my finer moments. However, during one point of my run (when I was actually running), a precious toddler girl broke away from her parents to run with me. She was so joyous in the fact that she had a running buddy. She ran toward me and then ran back with me to where her parents sat. Her joy was infectious. Even amidst all my grief and heartache, I managed to find happiness in that brief moment. I slowed and smiled down at her as she dutifully returned to her parents and then continued on my way.


So even though it was not a successful run in terms of pace and distance, it was still successful – giving me a brief reprieve from everything that has been going on lately. A nice reminder that no matter what is going on in life, there is always at least a little joy to be found.


PS: A note about my terrible eating. It has gotten better as the week has progressed. I know I have shared my struggle and concerns about comfort eating or emotional eating so I wanted to address that.  I wouldn’t say that my terrible food choice has been comfort or emotional eating, but more a matter of lack of wanting to put effort and thought into what I was eating.  I haven’t really been that hungry and the junk food was at my fingertips. I didn’t eat it because I thought it would make me feel better (which diverges somewhat from my emotional eating in the past), but because it was there – I didn’t have to think about it. I’m not saying that the reasoning makes it better or worse, but I just wanted to be clear about why I was eating the way that I was.

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I fartleked!

No, I didn’t pass gas. I’ve been using fartleks in my runs here lately to help me build up speed. Fartleks are unstructured interval runs (for example, run faster to that stop sign then slow your pace for recovery). I’ve found that my time increases when I run fartleks instead of a more structured interval program. In the past, I have used the Couch-to-5k app, and it’s great! That app got me to my first 5k. But here lately, I’m in the mood to be untethered. I don’t want to be tied to the timed dings and the Run! Walk! commands. I love running outside, so it’s pretty easy to point out landmarks to run to and then slow down. I’ll either slow down to a slow jog or a walk, depending on how winded I am (usually walk).  It’s been fun. Maybe I’ll fartlek again when I get off work.

The one bummer of my fartlek experience is that since I’ve been running faster intervals, my foot has been hurting. Therefore, I haven’t been doing anything over 2 miles. Hopefully, the pain will let up as I continue to take it easy. I’ve got my eye on running 10k by the end of the year.

My running route was under water last night!


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Running Like a Boss

Today I ran for the first time outside since being out of my boot.  Here’s how it went:


Was I super excited to get in an outdoor run?  YES

Was it a little hotter than I expected with the sun beating down? YES

Did my foot hurt throughout and is still sore? YES

Did every one of my intervals start uphill? YES

Was I disappointed that no firemen were hanging outside the fire station down the street? YES

Did I forget that it’s harder to run outdoors than on the treadmill? YES

Was my pace slower? YES

Did my pace pick up once Mystikal’s Shake Ya Ass came on? YES

Did I complete my goal of 2 miles? YES (2.6 miles)

Do I feel like a rockstar? YES


Happy Thursday y’all!




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Frustration Abounds

I know that I should be happy that I’m healing and am out of the boot. Last night, I ran for the first time since being diagnosed with the stress fracture. I made it one mile. I’m proud of that. However, my foot was pretty sore. I know the doctor said there would be soreness for another month, but it’s still frustrating. I’m taking things slow and modified plenty of my movements in Zumba tonight. It’s just so much less fun when I’m doing things halfway. I want to jump and kick and do all the moves as if my foot was back to normal. I’m trying not to pout, I promise. I’m just ready to run and dance 100% free. Part of it is fear that I’m going to re-injure myself. I really hope that fear goes away with time.  Two months ago, I never would have thought I’d be talking about my feet so much! Thanks for hanging in there with me!    I’m hanging in there, but there is still that haunting shadow of the boot. 

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