Thanks so much for all the comments you left yesterday. I loved reading them and then forgot to approve them for publishing!
I turned off comment moderation a few days ago, but then some autospammer from Korea started commenting – in Korean! – on an old post. I hate when I can't understand comment spam. Not! It's more annoying than anything else, but after the third one I decided to start moderating again. That nice Blogger Dashboard kindly reminded me that I needed to take care of some business. Heh.
So here I am, thanking you for your thoughtfulness and replying.
Jonathan, I wouldn't feel nearly as bad about only losing an eighth of a pound a week for the past eight weeks if I hadn't gained eight pounds from September through November, due to the plantar fasciitis. Also, I haven't been able to run outside for several days now, and I know that's ... ahem ... weighing on my emotional state.
The reason it's called a secret project, Vickie, is because, um, it's a secret. I'll reveal it, eventually. It's really pretty, so far, and it's not a sleeping bag. Good guess, though!
Lori, you sound like a photo pro with all that talk about reflected light. Do you give lessons? Actually I've found a couple websites here and here that do have some pretty good D-SLR lesson plans.
If I'd planned my race for a year from now, as M@rla has, I would put off the training until the last month, probably. She is far more disciplined with her workouts than I am! Can we say "procrastinator?" I've often read – we all have, probably – that you should make appointments for exercise just like you do for haircuts and oil changes. But without that race date looming at the end of April, I'd be rescheduling at least a few of these appointments! Why do today what I can put off until tomorrow? Of course, that exercise philosophy is a large part of the reason my ass is as large as it is. Heh.
I knew someone would challenge me on the sleep-inducing qualities of Harry Potter. I don't really use reading Order of the Phoenix as a sleep aid, PICAdrienne, but I knew that if I started reading I would get caught up in the story and be able to quit thinking of the things that keep me awake when most everyone else is sleeping. I've had some satellite television "issues" which are not good for my serenity and peace of mind.
Kit wants suggestions for handling hunger pangs at night. I'm afraid I'm not going to be much help, but if any of you have ideas, please jump in. You see, I've probably not been hungry since I was in junior high school. I rarely eat because I'm hungry; I'm more of a clock-eater, consuming meals at set times throughout the day in order to prevent hunger. And I've bought into the idea that you shouldn't be hungry only a couple hours following a reasonably satisfying meal. My recently acquired – and abandoned! – evening snack habit was more of a boredom issue than a hunger issue.
And that's something you might want to take a look at, Kit. If you're really hungry, eat more protein for dinner. If you're tired or bored or anything other than hungry, but just want to snack, find something else to do. You know all the suggestions … take a bath, write a letter, make a phone call, blahblahblah. They all work, once in a while. I tend to discount these ideas, thinking I should be above tricking myself into not eating.
Who the hell do I think I am?
Finally, to Grumpy Chair: You go, girl! That little bit of incline on the treadmill is actually more comfortable for my calves than walking on the flat surface which, on my model, is about 1.5 degrees. I'm all for doing anything that will make me hurt less after an hour on the treadmill!
Yesterday's five-mile tempo run seemed harder than the seven miles I did last Saturday. The pace was about the same, actually, so maybe I was just having an off day. The business-card-sized quote I posted in December is taped on the book-reader thingamabob on the treadmill, and I have to say it's actually helpful. Am I tough enough?
So far I am.
Ninety-four days until race day.