Retiring from C25K…for now

It’s been a crazy week.  I’m getting ready for my grandmother’s 80th birthday next week and have been working on crafts and planning and such.  I’ve been at her house for the past few days, scanning a bajillion pictures for a secret project I reeeeally hope is successful.

I’ll try to show some neato pictures I’ve taken since I’ve been away from Blog-o-Land.

These are some vegan hot dogs I made on Saturday night.  They weren’t awesome.  I ate maybe one whole dog, then quit because it just wasn’t worth it.  I was so proud of myself, leaving what I didn’t want instead of just choking it down because it was there.  Anyone know of a good-tasting vegetarian/vegan hot dog??

Sunday I made another flippin’ swell sandwich with some soup.

Then saw Mommy off.  She went to Montreat, NC on a church retreat for a couple of days.  Isn’t she cute??  Maddypants is pretty adorable, too.

I carved a pumpkin for her contest at work – I lost.  Boooo.

I tried running W2D1 of C25K and it totally didn’t work.  I’m really worried I’ve got stress fractures now, because it hurts even more than it did the first time – really didn’t think that was possible.  I was about halfway done with my run when I realized I couldn’t go anymore.  I faltered a couple times and thought I was going to collapse, the pain was so intense.  I walked 3/4 of a mile home, sobbing, hoping a neighbor would drive by so I could hitch a ride.  Pathetic, yes?  I got home and put on some comfy socks and iced that bitch.

Wow that perspective does nothing for my disproportionately small calves.  I swear they’re slender-ish.  Obviously some Cherry Coke Zero was chugged out of depression.

It hurts to walk around…it hurts to sit…there’s a dull numb ache running medially through my lower legs at all times…I’m really scared I’ve mucked it up big-time this time.  I just keep popping Ibuprofen and crossing my fingers that my legs don’t snap under my weight.  I guess I just can’t run.  I might try again in 50 pounds or so, but I can take the hint, that my body just isn’t meant to run right now.  I’ve shed many a tear over this the past few days…I really wanted to be a runner.  I’m not giving up completely…like I said, I’ll try again.  I just think I’m too heavy to run.  I don’t know what else it could be.

For dinner that night I had falafel balls with yogurt and Greek pasta from Earth Fare with a pack of frozen veggies…the “Immunity Blend,” for good measure. 

Maddy likes falafel balls.

Ooh here’s a new find from Publix – it tastes just like chai…not too “pumpkiny,” though,  just spicy.

There were a couple trips to Panera over the past week…

And some new beers have been imbibed…

Pizza was made…(my half is smothered in black olives – yesssss)

And some crazy-improvised meals were eaten at my grandmother’s house.  I’ll spare you those photos.  I’m itching for some REAL vegetables.  I had asparagus and a baked potato for dinner with a chunk of pumpernickel.  I still want more veggies.

My eyes and brain hurt from staring at the computer so long – I scanned pictures of my grandmother for her birthday project, pictures of my late grandfather just for us to have, and pictures of my mom for me to have.

Wasn’t my grandfather a hot piece?

And my grandmother was a fox.

And here’s my beautiful mother doing a Paris Hilton impression with her dog, Tina.  She probably made that dress – she was a master seamstress in high school and used to make me oodles of clothes when I was little.

Aaaaand me.  Before the chub set in.  Oh, Baby Katherine…I have so many things I want to tell you…

 

Tomorrow we will return with our regularly scheduled blogging.  Starting with PUMPKIN FREAKING WAFFLES in the morning!!!  Breaking in the new waffle iron.  Eff. Yessss.