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Showing posts with label Night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Night. Show all posts

Saturday, October 12, 2013

It’s ok to be a night owl (guest post).

What do you consider sleeping in?

Are you one of those people who get up at 0'dark thirty to run or workout?

Or are you a card carrying Night Owl?

I’m a night owl.

I’ve been one since I was a child.

I remember still being awake in my bed most nights when my parents would check on me on their way to bed. I can’t tell you how many nights of my life I’ve been up past midnight, but if I think the number is higher than 50%.

This makes it really hard to get up early.

Other than races and long runs for my only fall marathon (MCM in 2008), I have never gotten up early to work out.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve tried.

But I’m not a “hit the ground running” kind of person in the morning. (Pun intended.) I need an hour at least to get from bed to activity of any sort.

When you think about the fact that my husband leaves for work at 6:30am and back that time up for wake up time, work out time, etc… Yeah, we’re talking about a 4:30am wakeup call.

Not.going.to.happen. (I don’t need a lot of sleep, but even I need more than 4 hours.)

Which leaves me having to workout later in the day. All the studies say that you are much more likely to work out if you do it first thing. I’m too lazy to actually get statistics, but it’s true. Otherwise, life gets in the way.

So, why do I still work out later in the day and how do I make sure it happens?

Why? Honestly, it makes me unhappy to try to shift my body clock and work out early. And since exercise is my happy, it’s not worth it to me.

So how do I make sure it happens?

I evaluate each week on Sunday night and figure out which days will work best for which workouts. I have a general idea in my head of what I’d like to accomplish and I fit it into the week.Each morning, while I’m drinking my coffee and waking up, I look at my schedule and reconfirm my plan.I don’t shower until after I get my workout in. (I’m absolutely sure the moms at my kids’ school love this. Not.)I dress in workout clothes from the moment I get up. (I work from home, so I have that flexibility. When I worked in an office, I took my clothes and worked out during lunch some days).Prioritize! Prioritize! Prioritize! I’m a better wife, mother, and employee when I’m working out on a regular basis and everyone around me knows that.Accept that shorter is better than nothing. If I’m really missing my workout, I’ll try to squeeze in a quick HIIT or Tabata workout.

Sometimes, I have to cut myself some slack.

Sometimes, things just don’t go as planned.

And that’s ok.

I just remind myself that a few missed days are not the first steps down the road towards couch potato.

Tomorrow (afternoon) is another day.

Erika is a mom of two boys.  She spends her time running, running after her boys, & attempting to work amidst chaos.  In her spare time (ha!), she’s pursuing her goal of running a race in every state combined with visits to as many brewpubs as possible.  She writes about her adventures at MCM Mama.


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Thursday, February 2, 2012

Redefining the Meaning of Pizza Night

…but first, the time line of historical pizza-problems that led up to the need for serious change:

1987 (age 14): I was eating an average 8 slices of Domino’s Pizza every Friday with no weight gain.

1989 – 2003: I barely ate pizza at all, so no problem.

2004: My pizza addiction began. I ate an average 6 slices of takeout pizza every Friday night (plus everyone’s leftover crust) — the greasy kind made by pizza employee Joe Schmoe, who probably scratched his balls with his bare hand before prepping my order.

2004 – 2010: I gained weight, then lost weight (yay!), but STILL had a pizza-eating problem. My fitness progress was there, but slow going.

Early 2011: I decided that enough was enough. I was sick and tired of being controlled by my addiction (I call it that now, but didn’t recognize it as addiction at the time), and slowly reduced my Friday pizza-eating from 6 slices down to 2. I also identified other greedy carb overloads and reduced or eliminated them all together (good-bye entire loaves of french bread thickly smathered in butter). All of this took me many months to master.

2012: I’m through with takeout pizza forever, yet I still love pizza and see no need to give it up. I simply choose to re-define the meaning of Pizza Night to ensure my body transformation continues.

THIS was my dinner tonight…

My homemade pizza (before baking).

Fresh ingredients included: spinach, plum tomatoes and onions, plus basil, other Italian seasonings, and easy on the cheese. My homemade pizza was less expensive than takeout and definitely less calories, while bigger on taste and satisfaction. And did I mention zero guilt?

My pizza after baking.

There’s no reason to give up the foods you love. Simply scale back if that works for you. But as for me and pizza? That called for a totally new definition of what Pizza Night means to me.

Joe Schmoe is no longer taking my orders. No more delivery of greasy pizzas to my door. I’m making the damn pizza myself. Because it’s just better that way. ((burp))


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Friday, April 8, 2011

Word-less Wednesday: Game Night!

We try to have at least one game night a week. Tonight we chose Battleship. It was The Husband and The Little Guy…

versus me and The Little Bean. Who wasn’t much help…

My opponents plotted and schemed.

But they just couldn’t pull off the win. I was able to make the final hit sealing their fate.

I attempted to celebrate with my partner but he was too busy napping.

Side note: Tomorrow is Day 1 on Weight Watchers. I’m psyched! :)


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