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Keeping a Commitment and Day 4 of Going (Mostly) Sugar Free

This is not the post I had planned for today. In my “Insatiable Hope” post, I said I was working on a post for later in the week discussing my theme words and focuses for the year. This isn’t it, but I still felt a responsibility to post something, because I kind of said that I would. And I’m striving to be the kind of person that “when she says she’s going to do something, she does it.”

Keeping one’s word is a pretty big deal to me, but I also tend to over-commit in little ways. “Oh I’ll do that later this week.” “Yep, I’ll work on that this afternoon.” “It’s on the list! I’ll work on that next.” “I promise!” Inevitably, I wind up a little frazzled or stressed to sometimes keep my word, or guilty if I forget or just don’t follow-through. So I guess the best solution is to commit less? To not keep one’s word is an option, but I don’t care for that choice. Maybe “I’ll try” instead of “I will” is a good start. Baby steps, right?

I’m working through a little bit of brain fog and fatigue; I apologize if this post doesn’t make much sense. On January 1, I gave up added sugars, grains and most artificial sweeteners. In doing so, I’ve also scrapped most processed foods for a more natural, whole foods diet. That was a big deal. You won’t find many who love thick, soft bagels as much as I do! Or fat-free french vanilla coffee creamer! But gosh, at the rate I was drinking that creamer, I was blowing through my “recommended” sugar grams by the time I finished my second cup of coffee!

On Day 4 of my healthy eating plan, I’m still a little foggy and sleep-deprived, but I am proud of myself for making it this far without a bagel or my go-to breakfast food of Belvita Breakfast Cookies. I hope to make it at least 30 days and to pick up a few healthy habits that I can take with me through the year. I hope to see also if my allergy and asthma symptoms clear up from cleaner eating. Maybe my stubborn metabolism will even get jump-started again too.

I hope to write about my yearly focus words next week, but we’ll see how my sugar-free brain does over the next few days. I’ll try.

I’ll see you all tomorrow for Weekend Words, oops another commitment!, but I’ll leave you here with a toast from a favorite movie “Hitch”. I hope 2013 is off to a great start for you and yours!

“Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away.” ~ from the movie “Hitch” (video clip HERE)

A special shout-out to my friend Nicole Marie who blogs at wordsandotherthings who has just announced she is running her first marathon this year! She’s also adopting a rescue dog and cat. Good for you Nicole, you rock!

Do you ever over-commit yourself? Have you ever given up something, permanently or temporarily, that you thought you couldn’t live without? Have you ever cut out the sugar, and if so, when does the dang fogginess go away?

Rambling On… (13 miles, Pizza, Moving On and Porkchop Gratitude. And Bacon.)

I am feeling a little scattered today. Led Zepplin’s, “Ramble On” seems to fit…

Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I’ve got one thing I got to do… 
Ramble On, And now’s the time, the time is now, to sing my song.”

When in doubt, begin anywhere, right?

Had a good 13 miler yesterday. Didn’t start as early as I’d hoped; I stayed up too late Saturday night watching college football. The good news is my pace was decent, and I finished under 2.5 hours. The bad news is it got over 90 degrees F, and I was hot and tired, and I had sweated so much that I was gritty- like caked on salt gritty. And, ugh, I was chafing (don’t ask where, I’m not going there) butt I will say that it’s zero degrees of fun.

I finally figured out a good solution for my blistering toes though. I fiddled around with the laces to give me more room in the toe area, and I use good ole plain athletic waterproof tape to wrap each toe that is blister prone. Nexcare makes a good brand (amazon link here); you can buy it at any grocery store or pharmacy by the single roll. I am going to try out some new shoe models too; ’tis the season for new running shoes, but I don’t plan on buying any until after my marathon. (Don’t run long in brand new shoes, or in anything that is “different” on race day for that matter; that’s a big no no. Blisters, chafing, fit issues, wardrobe malfunctions, stomach issues with new foods or drink, and more can result…)

The prairie dogs were out, but the heat had them feeling rather languid and lazy. Most of them stayed in their little under-ground hidey-holes, but a curious few came out to look at the crazy whistling lady get their pictures taken.

Curious little critters… Do I smell bacon?

I didn’t listen to much music this weekend; I try to skip it every few runs so I don’t “have to have it” to run. That left me alone in my head with my thoughts while I ran. Here’s just a sample of how my mind works:

- Think about a new store under construction named Jack’s that I passed on the way to the park.

- Makes me think about a store named Jack’s from when I was growing up. Jack’s was a drive-through liquor store. I always thought drive-through liquor stores were just the coolest ideas. When I worked in Consumer Product Sales, I used to call on a few of those drive through stores. One of them was an actual old barn, you drove through the middle of it and just rolled your window down. It also doubled as an oil change place in case you needed your oil changed while you stopped for smokes and beer. While it was a tad unorthodox, I thought it was a great idea.

- Drive through thoughts make me hungry. I smell bacon and hamburgers on the wind from one of those chain restaurants. Ooh bacon….. I decide what really sounds good to me is pizza. Haven’t had pizza in forever six weeks. Don’t think I’ve ever seen a pizza place drive through. Always delivery or carry-out. Now I want drive through pizza dammit. I can’t even get delivery pizza because I live too far away from the nearest delivery place. That’s probably a good thing for my waistline, but a sad thing for my tastebuds. Pizza. Bacon. Ooh. Bacon ON pizza. Bacon pizza. Maybe I’ll just make a pizza when I get home.

- Make a pizza… Making the pizza. Thinking of that crazy Kevin James in the movie “Hitch” with Will Smith. The Pizza Making dance, then Smith saying, “never. do. that. again.” Must find that youtube link when I get home. Better yet, must watch Hitch again sometime soon. “Don’t need no pizza! They got food there!”

- Think about Hitch (Smith) getting drunk on Benadryl syrup in the movie. Makes me think about one of my best girlfriends who is on pain pills for a bad back. I feel bad that I cannot be a better friend to her. It seems whenever I talk to her, she is loopy or crazy on muscle relaxers or pain pills. It seems like she is drunk. And (confession) I don’t like talking to drunk people. I used to be one; drunk people aren’t cute to me, they’re actually quite tiring, and I find it impossible to have a conversation with one. I finally accept that nothing I do will change her or control her behavior. But I also accept that her behavior under the influence is a trigger to me. I don’t like her then, so I don’t talk to her. It’s sad, I miss my friend. I had the choice to quit drinking and I made it, and I’m glad. With chronic back pain, her choice is not so simple. It’s not in my hands though; she knows how I feel. I feel guilty for not liking her anymore. People change. I have changed. I have already moved on. I don’t know how to tell her that part.

- The sadness lingers. I wish I had just jammed out to some tunes. I try to focus on the other people running and walking around me instead. I smile and wave and say hi to people with their dogs. Very few smile back. People look miserable. Why? Hey, you’re at a park on a sunny pretty Sunday morning! You should be thrilled! All the dogs look happy though. Tongues lolling, tails wagging. I like dogs more than most people some days. Some of the people don’t even make eye contact.

- Reminds me to say to my blogging friends: Ladies- if you are out and about, stand up straight, look people in the eye, let them know you see them, exude confidence, say hello; you are aware and you are confident and you are not a victim. Men- you too. Smile and make eye contact. If you look at your feet or mumble or don’t respond to a hello, you come across creepy. Or you look like a jerk. Just smile and say hi back. Even if you really are a creep or a jerk, there’s no need to look like one.

- I realize I am running in a counter-clockwise pattern. It seems everyone else at the park is going clockwise. Reminds me of a show as a kid, Sesame Street or maybe The Electric Company, with the “one of these people is doing his own thing….” segment. Am I always that person? That misfit? That non-conformist? Non-conformists unite! Wait, no, that would be conforming or something. Never mind, don’t unite.

Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.  ~ Mark Twain

- I finally finish my thirteen and go to snap some pictures of the prairie dogs for my blogging friends. They make me smile, (the prairie dogs, but yes, my blogging friends too) especially the young prairie dog that was brave enough to venture out of his little bricked in world to see what was beyond the wall.

Escape from Alcatraz. Hello world! (see him peeking out from under the sidewalk in the center of the photo?)

I walk up closer to him to get a photo and whisper, “non-conformists unite…” He just smiles and says, “You’re an effin monster.”

Smile and say, “Bacon Pizza!”

- I have my first of two twenty milers this Sunday. I really need to get my head in the game and start psyching myself up for it. I’m sure with some food, sleep and hydration, I’ll bounce and be ready for it. Ooh, I know… I’ll make some pizza, that’ll help. BACON PIZZA.

- I’ve rambled enough, but I want to give a special thank-you to Porkchop at “Punks in the Beerlight” for the sweet blog awards (the “One Lovely Blog Award” and the “Inspiring Blog Award.”) I will certainly play along and post some random stuff about me this week. All I can think of right now is the Lost Boys soundtrack and bacon pizza.


As I said, I skipped the running music, but while I’m on the subject of bacon pizza non-conformity, here are some of my favorite “fight the power” running songs. Enjoy, and as always, happy running!

Public Enemy, “Fight the Power” (NSFW)

John Mellencamp, “Authority Song”

O.A.R., “Crazy Game of Poker” (and I said, how ’bout a revolution?, and he said right)

Tracy Chapman, “Talking About a Revolution” (you better run, run, run, run, run, run…)

Beastie Boys, “Fight For Your Right to Party”

Bob Marley, “Get Up, Stand Up”