10/11/11
2011
It's been a year since I'd last posted in here, and since I'd last consistently worked out. I've gained 10lbs of my 60lb loss back. I started Insanity two weeks ago and started C25K this week. I now have 30lbs I would like to lose. I'll try my best to keep up on here since it motivates me but no promises.
10/1/10
The plan
Since I wrote out my most recent goals i need to write out my most recent plan.
1. P90x everyday. But instead of following the workout routine I'll do the resistance days, everyday, during the week with a yoga day on Saturday and stretching day on Sunday. And ab ripper every Monday, wednesday, and Friday.
2. Running everyday but mix up the runs.every other day I want to run 3 miles steadily and then the other days do intervals. I also want to go for a run outside on Saturdays or Sundays to mix it up.
Nutrition:
1. Eat a fruit or veggie with every meal.
2. No pop and no fast food. Ever. The end.
3. Less sugar and less processed foods. Remember those chemicals are poison!!
4. Get kid vitamins, without iron, and see if they make it hard for me to breathe. I want to take vitamins but the ones I have right now seem to be what triggers my breathing issues.
5. Log foods. If it goes in it needs to be written down!
1. P90x everyday. But instead of following the workout routine I'll do the resistance days, everyday, during the week with a yoga day on Saturday and stretching day on Sunday. And ab ripper every Monday, wednesday, and Friday.
2. Running everyday but mix up the runs.every other day I want to run 3 miles steadily and then the other days do intervals. I also want to go for a run outside on Saturdays or Sundays to mix it up.
Nutrition:
1. Eat a fruit or veggie with every meal.
2. No pop and no fast food. Ever. The end.
3. Less sugar and less processed foods. Remember those chemicals are poison!!
4. Get kid vitamins, without iron, and see if they make it hard for me to breathe. I want to take vitamins but the ones I have right now seem to be what triggers my breathing issues.
5. Log foods. If it goes in it needs to be written down!
Goals
At this weeks weigh in I found myself under the goal weight of 175 that I had set for myself to hit in December. Yesterday I found a body fat calculator and according to it I have 20% body fat. I've reached my goalz to be at a healthy weight and if I want to go by bmi I only have another 10lbs to loose.
It's time to set new goals for myself.
1. My first goal is to drop the last ten lbs I need to be in a healthy bmi. Ideally I'd like to loose 25 lbs more. That would put me right under 150 which is something I havent weighed in as long as I can remember.
2. My next goal is to sign up for , and complete, a 5k. I need something to train for so the couch doesn't get too comfy.
3. I need to work on my posture. One of my friends recently had a wedding and in the pictures I noticed I was hunched ocher horribly. I need to try to work on sitting and standing up straigght and. Being proud of my body and of myself.
4. I need to focus on my eating. Mainly my snacking. I need to start watching what I eat on the weekends as well as the weekdays. I also need to stop snacking so much at night. I sabotage myself and am gettting in the way of loosing the fat that I want to loose.
It's time to set new goals for myself.
1. My first goal is to drop the last ten lbs I need to be in a healthy bmi. Ideally I'd like to loose 25 lbs more. That would put me right under 150 which is something I havent weighed in as long as I can remember.
2. My next goal is to sign up for , and complete, a 5k. I need something to train for so the couch doesn't get too comfy.
3. I need to work on my posture. One of my friends recently had a wedding and in the pictures I noticed I was hunched ocher horribly. I need to try to work on sitting and standing up straigght and. Being proud of my body and of myself.
4. I need to focus on my eating. Mainly my snacking. I need to start watching what I eat on the weekends as well as the weekdays. I also need to stop snacking so much at night. I sabotage myself and am gettting in the way of loosing the fat that I want to loose.
9/28/10
Too long
I finally was able to run today after weeks of being too sick. I got three miles in and even though it took me 40 minutes to do it I was still proud that I got off the couch and got it done. I can't believe the difference I notice in my life after a good workout. If I go without any activity for a day Im grumpy and tired all day long but if I get my butt off the couch and get moving it's like someone slipped me a hppy drug and I'm awhile different person. I love running and I love my strength workouts. Here's to a good (rest of) the week!
8/25/10
The past couple of weeks...
My hard work thus far has started to pay off. I've gotten compliments from everyone I've come across on how much weight I've lost, it's the best motivation I've found yet.
Saturday I went running in the park for the first time. I love how centered I feel while running outside. I think I could run forever if only my body would cooperate. I ran on Monday night as well and my knees and ankles felt on fire by the time I got home so I skipped a run yesterday and plan on going out tonight.
P90X is going well. I've been using it for the strength workouts and sticking mostly to running for cardio. I'm in week 4, my first recovery week, and it's been a pain. Core synergistics kicked my butt yesterday and yoga X is very, very difficult as well. Today I'm skipping KenpoX so I can save my knees for my run tonight, I'm going to do the stretchX instead.
I've started to eat cleaner. I'm hoping to completely remove processed foods from my diet.
Overall I've been doing great with this journey!
7/27/10
First impressions
P90X is awesome, difficult but still pretty fun :)
I have noticed that the instructor (Tony?) has a personal vendetta against crispy cream doughnuts and he also likes to really, really sell his products. The end of the workouts are pretty much a commercial for the recovery drink.
As far as the workouts go so far I love them! Yesterday I did the chest and back and the ab ripper x. The chest and back is a mash up of pushups and pull ups with a couple of simple weight lifters throw in. I don't have a pull up bar as of now but I followed the guy with the bands for it and I could still 'feel the burn' so to speak. It was hard but not as much as I thought it would be, although I really feel that burn today. I love that there's no set amount of reps for you to do, you set your limits and are given the ability to push past your goal if you want.
The ab ripper x was brutal for me. I've always thought I had somewhat strong abs but man did those exercises kill! I couldn't make it to the 25 reps on any of them. Maybe one. And I may have vomited in my mouth a little to get there lol!!
today I did the kenpoX instead of the polymetrics. I really enjoyed it, I love any martial arts workout because I always finish feeling badass. I had some difficulties with some of the kick combos and also the star blocking thing because I couldn't figure out what he was doing with his hands and theres no real instruction on the moves. but over all I think it's a keeper :)
I have noticed that the instructor (Tony?) has a personal vendetta against crispy cream doughnuts and he also likes to really, really sell his products. The end of the workouts are pretty much a commercial for the recovery drink.
As far as the workouts go so far I love them! Yesterday I did the chest and back and the ab ripper x. The chest and back is a mash up of pushups and pull ups with a couple of simple weight lifters throw in. I don't have a pull up bar as of now but I followed the guy with the bands for it and I could still 'feel the burn' so to speak. It was hard but not as much as I thought it would be, although I really feel that burn today. I love that there's no set amount of reps for you to do, you set your limits and are given the ability to push past your goal if you want.
The ab ripper x was brutal for me. I've always thought I had somewhat strong abs but man did those exercises kill! I couldn't make it to the 25 reps on any of them. Maybe one. And I may have vomited in my mouth a little to get there lol!!
today I did the kenpoX instead of the polymetrics. I really enjoyed it, I love any martial arts workout because I always finish feeling badass. I had some difficulties with some of the kick combos and also the star blocking thing because I couldn't figure out what he was doing with his hands and theres no real instruction on the moves. but over all I think it's a keeper :)
7/25/10
This Weeks Goals
I've learned in the past that I work better with short term goals.
I got the p90x system today. My first fitness goal for this week is to make it through all 6 workouts for the week. NO EXCUSES!!
My second fitness goal is to complete week 5 of the couch to 5 k program. Since I'm starting the p90x program this week I'm going to cut back on running to every other day to allow my body to adjust to the crazy workouts of the p90x. We'll see how far that goes since I'm addicted to running.
For nutrition I want to work on my night snacking habits. Eating healthier snacks and not eating past 9 at night.
I got the p90x system today. My first fitness goal for this week is to make it through all 6 workouts for the week. NO EXCUSES!!
My second fitness goal is to complete week 5 of the couch to 5 k program. Since I'm starting the p90x program this week I'm going to cut back on running to every other day to allow my body to adjust to the crazy workouts of the p90x. We'll see how far that goes since I'm addicted to running.
For nutrition I want to work on my night snacking habits. Eating healthier snacks and not eating past 9 at night.
7/24/10
Weekend Food Binge
I've never counted calories on a weekend before.
Weekends are busy for us. It's grocery shopping and Nana and Papa's house. My husbands home so I try to spend time with him and I try to relax. I eat constantly and make poor choices and use the 'too busy' excuse to ignore my food journal and not count calories. I think I was always just afraid of how much I really eat on weekends. Now I understand why.
2,915 calories 149g fat 5,246mg sodium and a lot of vitamin and mineral deficits is what a typical Saturday analysis looks like for me.
Next weekend, if we go out to eat, I will pass on the onion rings as appetizers and get a grilled chicken breast sandwich rather than a BBQ bacon cheeseburger and I will make sure to keep logging everything I eat and not let excuses get the best of me.
Lesson learned.
Weekends are busy for us. It's grocery shopping and Nana and Papa's house. My husbands home so I try to spend time with him and I try to relax. I eat constantly and make poor choices and use the 'too busy' excuse to ignore my food journal and not count calories. I think I was always just afraid of how much I really eat on weekends. Now I understand why.
2,915 calories 149g fat 5,246mg sodium and a lot of vitamin and mineral deficits is what a typical Saturday analysis looks like for me.
Next weekend, if we go out to eat, I will pass on the onion rings as appetizers and get a grilled chicken breast sandwich rather than a BBQ bacon cheeseburger and I will make sure to keep logging everything I eat and not let excuses get the best of me.
Lesson learned.
7/23/10
The dreaded day
When I first started the couch 2 5k program, week 5 day 3 seemed years away.
Up to that one day the runs seemed simple enough. Short bursts of running followed by active rest periods are easy enough to handle, but the final day of week 5 made my muscles ache and my lungs struggle to pull in air just from reading about it. 20 minutes of running. No walking.
This morning I woke up with fear in my bones. How did this day sneak up on me so fast. Has it really been 5 weeks already? Even with not resting everyday I was supposed to rest on it doesn't feel like this day should be here. Maybe if I close my eyes I'll wake up and find this is a dream.
close eyes.
open.
Crap.
I rack my brain for any and all excuses I've ever used in the past to get out of a workout. Cramps, nope don't have those. Not enough sleep? but Kohl slept for 6 hours straight last night, the longest stretch of sleep I've gotten since before he was born. Gallbladder pain? Nope that hasn't been acting up either. Everything I could come up with is easily shot down, it actually seems like a perfect day to workout. Double crap.
Four hours later I find myself facing down the treadmill, silently pleading for Kohl to wake up and start crying. At least that isn't an excuse, it's a reason. (ha!) As I set up the treadmill, arranging the nook and hooking it into the speakers I hear no crying children to save me. Guess this is it.
Start.
I walk for 2 minutes just to warm up a bit then when 2:00 is on the tiny monitor I bump it up to 4.8. Take it easy for the first half then bump it up for the second.
10 minutes roll by and I'm feeling the fatigue. I've jogged for 10 minutes straight before but i have always stopped at that. There's no stopping today. Instead I bump up the speed to an even 5mph and give myself a "let's go, pick it up!" in my best Jillian Micheals impersonation.
I start fiddling with the music to distract myself from the growing need to rest that is seeping into my body.
I can do this. I can do this.
6 minutes left. "pump it harder" by the black eyed peas comes on and I start whooping away with the song. Running away, singing at the top of my lungs (well puffing really) I'm no longer paying attention to my form and land on my foot wrong. Crap again.
If you've ever wondered what it's like to fall off a treadmill I'll tell you. Physical it's not to bad. The endorphins from the running masked the pain and it's just one minute you're running the next you're rolling across the computer room floor after you've instinctively tucked and covered. and your 2 year old is yelling from the other room "you alright mama?! You okay?!" at least my welfare is more important to her than her daily Maisy fix. Mentally, that's another story. I'm pretty sure I'm scared for life but so grateful that I have a treadmill at home and didn't just go rolling across a gym with countless sweaty strangers pasting worried looks on their faces while inside they are laughing their asses off at me. Funny, I still don't understand why they have you tethered on, that string didn't do a damn thing to save me.
Get up. Get up. Get up.
I hop back onto the treadmil, plug the little magnetic 'key' back in and hit 5. I will not stop 15 minutes into this run. I WILL finish. It's only 5 more minutes after all.
With my pride completely deflated I start up my verbal encouragement and bump up the speed to 6. As I'm hooting and hollering away to myself I can hear Kailey in the other room mocking me and I remember why I am doing this. One day she'll be able to 'exercises' too and hopefully for her it'll never be a chore. I want for both her and baby brother to always see physical activity as something fun and something necessary. Not just an activity that gets in the way of tv time.
With my motivation renewed I finish the run and even go over 2 minutes to make up for the time I spent stunned on the floor like an overgrown turtle on it's back.
I am proud to say I completed W5D3, something I never, ever would've thought I could do. This chubby kid that became a mildly obese adult after having two kids. The ogre that couldn't even run for a minute straight in high school without puffing for air. I jogged for 20 minutes straight (well minus the mishap.) Not only did I succeed I LIKED it.
Week 6 here I come!
Up to that one day the runs seemed simple enough. Short bursts of running followed by active rest periods are easy enough to handle, but the final day of week 5 made my muscles ache and my lungs struggle to pull in air just from reading about it. 20 minutes of running. No walking.
This morning I woke up with fear in my bones. How did this day sneak up on me so fast. Has it really been 5 weeks already? Even with not resting everyday I was supposed to rest on it doesn't feel like this day should be here. Maybe if I close my eyes I'll wake up and find this is a dream.
close eyes.
open.
Crap.
I rack my brain for any and all excuses I've ever used in the past to get out of a workout. Cramps, nope don't have those. Not enough sleep? but Kohl slept for 6 hours straight last night, the longest stretch of sleep I've gotten since before he was born. Gallbladder pain? Nope that hasn't been acting up either. Everything I could come up with is easily shot down, it actually seems like a perfect day to workout. Double crap.
Four hours later I find myself facing down the treadmill, silently pleading for Kohl to wake up and start crying. At least that isn't an excuse, it's a reason. (ha!) As I set up the treadmill, arranging the nook and hooking it into the speakers I hear no crying children to save me. Guess this is it.
Start.
I walk for 2 minutes just to warm up a bit then when 2:00 is on the tiny monitor I bump it up to 4.8. Take it easy for the first half then bump it up for the second.
10 minutes roll by and I'm feeling the fatigue. I've jogged for 10 minutes straight before but i have always stopped at that. There's no stopping today. Instead I bump up the speed to an even 5mph and give myself a "let's go, pick it up!" in my best Jillian Micheals impersonation.
I start fiddling with the music to distract myself from the growing need to rest that is seeping into my body.
I can do this. I can do this.
6 minutes left. "pump it harder" by the black eyed peas comes on and I start whooping away with the song. Running away, singing at the top of my lungs (well puffing really) I'm no longer paying attention to my form and land on my foot wrong. Crap again.
If you've ever wondered what it's like to fall off a treadmill I'll tell you. Physical it's not to bad. The endorphins from the running masked the pain and it's just one minute you're running the next you're rolling across the computer room floor after you've instinctively tucked and covered. and your 2 year old is yelling from the other room "you alright mama?! You okay?!" at least my welfare is more important to her than her daily Maisy fix. Mentally, that's another story. I'm pretty sure I'm scared for life but so grateful that I have a treadmill at home and didn't just go rolling across a gym with countless sweaty strangers pasting worried looks on their faces while inside they are laughing their asses off at me. Funny, I still don't understand why they have you tethered on, that string didn't do a damn thing to save me.
Get up. Get up. Get up.
I hop back onto the treadmil, plug the little magnetic 'key' back in and hit 5. I will not stop 15 minutes into this run. I WILL finish. It's only 5 more minutes after all.
With my pride completely deflated I start up my verbal encouragement and bump up the speed to 6. As I'm hooting and hollering away to myself I can hear Kailey in the other room mocking me and I remember why I am doing this. One day she'll be able to 'exercises' too and hopefully for her it'll never be a chore. I want for both her and baby brother to always see physical activity as something fun and something necessary. Not just an activity that gets in the way of tv time.
With my motivation renewed I finish the run and even go over 2 minutes to make up for the time I spent stunned on the floor like an overgrown turtle on it's back.
I am proud to say I completed W5D3, something I never, ever would've thought I could do. This chubby kid that became a mildly obese adult after having two kids. The ogre that couldn't even run for a minute straight in high school without puffing for air. I jogged for 20 minutes straight (well minus the mishap.) Not only did I succeed I LIKED it.
Week 6 here I come!
7/12/10
On not being obese
I am obese.
For 2 years now I've struggled with that statement. My BMI was right at 31, making me obese, no matter how slightly. I was a statistic. Just another unhealthy, obese American heading towards a life of blood pressure medications and daily finger pricks.
My husband is greatly opposed to the BMI system. He never misses an opportunity to make sure I know it's flawed. He always would tell me not to worry about it but then I'd get on the wii board for my weekly weigh in and that high pitched mechanical voice would say 'that's obese' and my heart would sink. I knew I had to wait until Kohl was born before working on the problem but it still was depressing.
When Kohl hit 3 weeks old I started working out. Everyday for an hour a day I will do cardio and strength training with the promise of no longer being obese in the near future. When I left the hospital I had 16lbs exactly left to reach that goal. I was already down 14lbs so I was feeling pretty good about my August 31st goal date.
I can do this. I have to do this. Not just for myself but for my children. I don't want them to grow up being teased the way I was. I wont allow it.
Weekly post-partum weigh in # 7:
Every week I've gotten closer and closer to my goal. Dropping more and more closer to the 30lbs lost that I need to be to be put back into the overweight category.
I am never confident when I step on the scale. I replay every binge I had that week. Every chip, every sweet I've eaten and regret not working out more on the weekends even though I know that I need that rest. I just know deep down that the number is going to go up not down and I'll be discouraged and not want to go on. What's the use in trying if it's not going to work?
I step on the wii board and stand as still as possible and wait to be told that I'm slightly off center (aren't we all.) I click on the button to take me to the next screen and wait anxiously as the wii board dramatically moves the line up the scale but then it stops just shy of the top bar.
"That's overweight"
Oh. My. Gosh.
The happiness those two words brought me is beyond anything I could ever describe. My next goal is to loose another 10lbs before August 31st. Then another, than another until I loose the 55lbs required for me to hear the only two words that obnoxious board could say that would make me happier. And in the meantime I vow that I will never again let myself go up into that obese category. Never again.
For 2 years now I've struggled with that statement. My BMI was right at 31, making me obese, no matter how slightly. I was a statistic. Just another unhealthy, obese American heading towards a life of blood pressure medications and daily finger pricks.
My husband is greatly opposed to the BMI system. He never misses an opportunity to make sure I know it's flawed. He always would tell me not to worry about it but then I'd get on the wii board for my weekly weigh in and that high pitched mechanical voice would say 'that's obese' and my heart would sink. I knew I had to wait until Kohl was born before working on the problem but it still was depressing.
When Kohl hit 3 weeks old I started working out. Everyday for an hour a day I will do cardio and strength training with the promise of no longer being obese in the near future. When I left the hospital I had 16lbs exactly left to reach that goal. I was already down 14lbs so I was feeling pretty good about my August 31st goal date.
I can do this. I have to do this. Not just for myself but for my children. I don't want them to grow up being teased the way I was. I wont allow it.
Weekly post-partum weigh in # 7:
Every week I've gotten closer and closer to my goal. Dropping more and more closer to the 30lbs lost that I need to be to be put back into the overweight category.
I am never confident when I step on the scale. I replay every binge I had that week. Every chip, every sweet I've eaten and regret not working out more on the weekends even though I know that I need that rest. I just know deep down that the number is going to go up not down and I'll be discouraged and not want to go on. What's the use in trying if it's not going to work?
I step on the wii board and stand as still as possible and wait to be told that I'm slightly off center (aren't we all.) I click on the button to take me to the next screen and wait anxiously as the wii board dramatically moves the line up the scale but then it stops just shy of the top bar.
"That's overweight"
Oh. My. Gosh.
The happiness those two words brought me is beyond anything I could ever describe. My next goal is to loose another 10lbs before August 31st. Then another, than another until I loose the 55lbs required for me to hear the only two words that obnoxious board could say that would make me happier. And in the meantime I vow that I will never again let myself go up into that obese category. Never again.
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