Last Saturday I ran in the Governor's 10K race. I finished, which is always my goal, so I'm proud of that. I'm also a bit disappointed in my finishing time. It was the 2nd worst 10k I've ran. I felt tired and I obviously was, but I did my best and did what I always do, I persevered.
This week at crossfit I was able to do several of the workouts without having to scale back (okay, without having to scale back as much as I had been). I'm very proud of that accomplishment. And I'm finding I'm getting a bit stronger and getting a better at some of the workouts. All good things.... yet, I'm frustrated because it seems like my knee hurts at every workout. I know it's getting better, stronger, but it's still frustrates me I can't make it through one workout with out some kind of pain in my right knee.
Another accomplishment for the week was my short run on Wednesday morning. I had a good, strong run with no knee pain. And had one of my fastest pace times since starting crossfit (and I believe the second or third best in the past year). That was an awesome feeling. Then my run on Friday was a struggle, with an on and off ache in my legs and knees... but I still had a pretty good pace by the end of it.
See where I'm going with this? I am very conflicted lately. Proud of all my little accomplishments, yet frustrated.
Lately I've been very unhappy with the way I look and the way I feel. I told Hubby that I'm more unhappy about the way I look now than I did when I was at my heaviest weight. I was chubby as a child, overweight as a teenage, obese in my twenties, and morbidly obese in my early 30's, so I had no idea of what I would look like at a healthy weight. Now I do. I remember how I looked, how I felt, and how much energy I had when I was at my goal weight. Being 30 pounds above that weight is actually more upsetting now than it was before I ever got to goal. Now I know what I'm missing. And don't get me started on how I felt when I realized I would have to buy all new summer clothes because nothing I wore last summer fits anymore...
Yet, despite that unhappiness, I am content with my life. I like the fact that I am able to do crossfit, to continue running, to go walking with Hubby and friends. I enjoy my job (as stressful as it can be some days), my co-workers, and the new things I learn nearly everyday. I still enjoy attending the Weight Watcher meetings, walking on my breaks with my friends, and the community feeling at the crossfit center. I love the support system I have to get me through all this. Hubby is awesome and so encouraging about everything, Juli keeps me accountable, and Windy is always there to remind me I'm not alone in the struggle. Not mention my friends at WW, co-workers, and my walking and running buddies.
Proud, yet frustrated. Happy, yet unhappy.

So what do I do about all this conflicting emotions? I think, I evaluate, I recognize, I make changes.
I decided to look at how things are going for me now. If I am unhappy about the way I look, what could I do about it? What did I do before that made me happy?
I needed to go back to what works best for me. I narrowed down the time I was at goal, felt healthy, and liked the way I looked. What was I doing then that I'm not doing now?
Counting calories.
I have been trying to eat Paleo/Primal, which if followed correctly, you shouldn't have to count calories. Which may work great for people who never had a weight problem. Who don't have an emotional connection to food. Who don't have an unhealthy relationship with food. I have those issues, so "eating until you are satisfied" doesn't work for me. There are days I am never satisfied, never full, and continue eating. Even eating too much of the healthy foods is a bad thing.
I'm back to to counting calories. And taking more of a "clean eating" approach to my food than Paleo. This means I will have foods that may not be considered Paleo, but aren't highly processed either. And I will track the calories in everything I eat.
I started this last Saturday after I reflected on what I had eaten in the previous week. I had written down everything I ate, but I still overate... on a lot of foods... a lot of unhealthy foods. Cake, cookies, chips, and whatever else I could find.
After a week long sugar binge, I was sure I would have major sugar withdrawals or cravings, but I haven't. I've felt good. I feel like I'm in control again.
And maybe with time, I won't feel as conflicted about the way things are going.