Squishy In The Middle

Luckily the weather is still cooperating with me. It was raining when we went to bed, but not in the morning. So I got out there in my NEW JACKET from Road Runner Sports and hit the cold pavement. The jacket was all I could ever want and more. I busted out 5 miles and chicked this guy (who was TOTALLY trying to keep up with me). Basically it was a good morning.

I've been doing pretty well on the challenge, alternating days of Bikram and running. I haven't stepped on the scale for a while (until this morning). But before I did, I knew it was going to close to Code Yellow. I can tell because in yoga class (in practically your underwear) you have to stare at yourself the entire time. And although my clothes still fit, I'm very squishy in the middle. Squishier than I was a couple months ago.

Anita confirmed what I was feeling. I am definitely still on the border of a Code Yellow Alert. I tried to go on a no sugar kick. It lasted 2 days then I broke down and had some ice cream. Then a coworker made homemade peanut butter cups. Then we had cookies delivered. Then someone made me homemade risotto. I'm living proof that between Thanksgiving and New Years, one consumes about 600 more calories per day.

At least I'm working out - it makes me feel better. I'm starting to think about my goals for 2009.... Post more on that later.

Most Fit?

According to Self Magazine (who got their info from the American Medical Association, National Center for Health Statistics, U.S. Census Bureau and the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services) says that Orange County, CA is the "Most Fit" region in the country on this year's list of the Best Places for Women.

If you live around here, you would probably agree. Everywhere you look there are women (and men) of all ages who look like they just stepped out of a magazine. I swear, I do not understand how these ladies get their stomachs so flat. Really flat.

I'm trying to figure out if this motivates me or makes me feel crappier about myself. I'm really not sure. I would love to be positive about it and say it motivates me, but I'm tyring to be honest here. Actually, I think it does both. For example, when I was running my marathon and I had about 3 miles left, I saw this woman who was in her 50s, awesome shape, zip past me. She was motivating! But when I am walking out of the gym sweating like a whore in church, and I see a fake, super skinny, made up girl walking out at the same time (not sweating at all), it's frustrating. I guess I should just take the motivation where I can and get over the rest. And shit - I'm in my 30s now, what do I care about comparing myself to others?

Ok, I'm over it. Just my thoughts today. Kinda pointless.

Song of the Day: Satellite by Guster