Thursday, January 05, 2012
This week we had our first real snow of the season and it lasted for a few days. I was super excited until I realized that meant I had to walk from work to the rec center in a blizzard on half plowed sidewalks… No joke. I couldn’t see more than about 10 to 15 ft. in front of me. About 5 seconds into it I realized it was not one of my most thought out endeavors. And on the way back, while the snow lessened the wind was worse (my waterproof mascara was no match for my watery eyes and the snow). I lived though.
One perk was that I learned how look decent after my workout when I am unable to take a shower. It’s simple! All you have to do is blow dry your hair and style it as normal. Who would have thought! And all this time I was walking around looking like a hot mess when in 5 minutes I could have looked like a beauty queen (ha ha almost). Anyway that was a beauty tip from fitnessmagazine.com. I just use the hand blow dryer in the restroom, people look at me funny but what else is new.
I learned how to make homemade ice cream in a bag this week. It was fabulous! I found the recipe on sparkrecipes.com. The catch is you have to work for it as you must shake the bag vigorously for about 5 min for the stuff to freeze. I started out using my gloves but they were too thin, so I switched to using my dad’s new gloves… He wasn’t too happy about that cause I got them all wet before he even got a chance to wear them. That aside, I thoroughly enjoyed my healthified ice cream and I didn’t have to leave the house to get it! Score!
My sister got Just Dance 3 for Christmas and I started a 7 day Just Sweat challenge. I have no idea how to work the program and am practically video game illiterate (except for Mario Brothers) and ended up doing way over the quota set for me two days in a row (“Hey! How do you stop this thing!!?”). The third day I accidently robbed my mom out of all her points... Oops. She also kept yelling at me because I almost hit her in the face, I told her I was far enough away that I wouldn’t (I didn’t tell her that I had already hit myself in the face the day before). It has been interesting and again people look at me.
I got bored with my hair again so I dyed a reddish-pink streak in it (hence, I’m used to people looking at me funny). I like it, it suits my personality. At Christmas I got lots of new well-fitting clothes. So I look like a whole new person, no more saggy bottom jeans for me! I made it to a size 9 in some pants, still an 11 in others though… I’m pretty sure it is a conspiracy.
I didn’t gain any weight over Christmas but I didn’t really lose any either so I am working out harder. As my boyfriend threatens, “if you don’t lose it in time, you aren’t going to Disney. That was the deal,” (it turns out since some of it is paid for I can go but he will be really mad at me, great). So I made some resolutions so that I can get to Disney: 1) Do the 15 min stomach exercises at least 3 times a week (got to have a flat belly for Disney!), 2) Exercise at least 4 times a week at the rec for 30 plus minutes, 3) find the rowing machine if they have one and use it, 4) alternate days at the cardio equipment and swimming aka change it up! Since Disney is about halfway through the year I will have to come up with a second set of resolutions for the next half of the year.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Last week Spark People had a list to choose this year’s best exercise tunes. I have to admit that I only knew about 25% of the songs on the list, so a coworker and I listened to all of them and voted whether we would be able to exercise to them or not…. We decided that we probably would not be able to exercise to the majority of them; they were way too mellow!
I find that I prefer to listen to rock. Especially, rock ballads from the 60’s - 80’s! Pat Benatar’s Hit Me with Your Best Shot…. Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas…. Lynyrd Skynyrd… Poison… ACDC…Joan Jett… I like some newer things too that made the list like Gym Class Heroes… Pink…. Even Adele has enough soul to keep me going. But that’s the kind of music that really gets me moving. No offense Spark People, but compared to my list, yours is kinda pansyish.
When I’m listening to my tunage (my uncle’s word) I can totally forget that I am exercising. I get lost in my musical world where I can’t feel my lunges gasping for air and the sweat doesn’t even bother me. The old creeper who is on the bike next to me vanishes and the perfect, skinny, little blonde with awesome legs running (faster than I could ever dream to) on the next treadmill over disappears. And all that is left is me pumping with the beat.
Then when I am completely in my own world, I play the air guitar as awesome as Hendrix. When there is a drum solo you know who has it covered; hey Ringo, I’ve got this one! And if I’m not completely gasping I can even mouth all the words…. Well, realistically, most of them. Yes I am the girl on the treadmill or bike totally rocking out, maybe you’ve seen me. Don’t worry I won’t see you if you are making fun of how ridiculous I look playing the intro to Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here. And I can’t hear you when I’m hitting the high hat and playing the bass drum with my bike pedal to ACDC’s T.N.T.
The way I see it, I’m doing the most embarrassing thing I can do in front of you any way…. Sweating! Gross! So I might as well have a kick ass time doing it. So sit back and enjoy the show… who knows I might even fall off if you watch long enough
Monday, November 14, 2011
I regret to say that this weekend was a falling off the wagon weekend. I went to family parties. I ate too much. I even had a drink for three days in a row! And I didn’t track a thing! Horror!
But I found out some things:
1)I don’t feel like beating myself up! I don’t feel like starving myself for a day, or over-exercising to counter it. I’m not berating myself and picking at my flab. I know that Monday, at my designated time I will do my killer workout at the rec no matter who looks at me funny for counting down out loud or between breaths saying “just a little more, you can do it.” I also know that the calorie counter is waiting for me to get back on track. And that fact comforts me. While I am not exactly happy about the 2 steps back, I know what to do and how to handle it. For a perfectionist that is a huge accomplishment.
2)While I know I overate, at no point during the weekend did I feel so stuffed that I could just explode, I really didn’t even feel uncomfortable, just pleasantly full. I can stop before I go too far! I actually can control myself somewhat by monitoring how I feel.
3)I will tell anyone who listens about spark people. All of my cousins are working hard to lose weight and keep an exercise schedule; one even told me she writes down everything in a note book and calculates it by hand! Too much brain work for me. In listening to them I realized that while they may all have slightly different goals, spark people can help them too. And I truly want to share this feeling with them; they need to experience it too! Spark people is not something that should be kept a secret, and it’s free for good granny’s sake!
4)You shouldn’t spend too much on clothes when you’re only halfway to your goal. Once again I am having the underwear issue and my new skinny jeans are not fitting like skinny jeans.
5)I cannot drink like I used too. I am officially a cheap date light-weight. I guess this is a good thing because I really shouldn’t be drinking all those empty calories anyway, not to mention I spend less money. But really I was drunk off of one beer, good thing I was at home!
6)The better you think you look comparatively, the more others will look at you and agree… especially your boyfriend.
7)Lastly, to quote my friend “just because it comes in your size, doesn’t mean you should wear it”
Maybe once in a while it is good to fall of the wagon. It makes you test yourself and stop and think about how far you have come in other ways than just your central weight loss goal. So dont worry about me, I learned how to run, I'll catch up and jump back on.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Well I am over halfway to my weight loss goal. That notion is crazy to me. I have lost twice as much as I have ever been able to loose! I feel very accomplished. This week I learned I could run a full mile, without walking, stopping, or dropping dead. I also learned before that, that I was running incorrectly and that was part of the reason running was so difficult to me. I guess I did it this time because I can no longer use the excuse that I have exercise induced asthma or that my knees and hips are bad.
While I am breaking up with my excuses, I’d also like to break up with some other things. First of all I would like to break up with any pants sized 13 and over. We just no longer fit well together and you have caused me some very embarrassing moments recently (like that stunt you tried to pull at church-that wasn’t nice). Plus you’re no longer getting along with my belts; you’re just not a team player anymore. Maybe when I am to my goal I will be able to wear a single digit size.
I’d also like to break up with my chin’s double. You see I just don’t think it’s working out. I look back at pictures and can’t believe how big I let you get. I am not a turkey, I don’t need a gobbler. And I certainly don’t need you flapping in the wind. Plus smiling is supposed to make one look better, not worse. So to you I also say adieu. While we’re at it goodbye thunder thighs, au revior jiggle arms, later sausage fingers, and chow muffin top.
Now that I have finished the dirty work let move onto the rest of my life. I finally got my belly button pierced this week in celebration of reaching my halfway point. Everyone was busy so I went by myself. My dad asked if some shady guy did it in the back room…. Well, that’s kinda how it’s done. It went over pretty well, it didn’t even hurt all that much. The same day, I received my acceptance letter into grad school! And I gave myself a paper cut on the web between my fingers trying to open the stupid letter. I screamed like a baby, so much for doing well when I got pierced. I also realized now I must work on my midsection, in order to get it into shape to actually be showing off a belly button ring. Ah well there’s always a catch.
Friday, October 07, 2011
So today I weighed myself on the new scale and I am finally halfway there!! It is very interesting trying to find clothes that fit, but in reverse. I used to have problems with fitting into them, now the issue is filling them out. A few weeks ago at church I almost de-pantsed myself. I stepped on the hem and down they went. I sing in the choir so while there is a podium in front of me, I’m still in front of the entire congregation. I caught them just in the nic of time. I have resorted to finding everything that I didn’t give to good will and wearing it. I think I may need to pay them a visit to them to buy my old clothes back…. That should be interesting.
Normally I am pretty punctual, actually I am usually 15 minute early to everything. But this week I have been off my game. I left work and walked to class (10 min across campus). When I got there my professor shook his finger at me and said “bad girl.” I was slightly offended I didn’t do anything wrong! He said I skipped class, I told him class was in 5 minutes, he said class just ended and I had better hurry if I wanted to make it to my next class on time (across campus again, go figure). Explicative AWESOME! So I rushed back across campus, settled into my seat and some kid opened the door and says “um, there is a sign on the door that says class is cancelled today. Just thought I’d let y’all know.” Needless to say I was a bit miffed; however a Vin Diesel movie was on at the rec center, so I felt a little better (and exercised longer just to continue watching it).
I have been dying my hair since middle school, not really because I need to but because I get bored really easily with it. It’s been every shade of red you could think of. But this week I really wanted to look good for a really important interview, so I dyed it light red. It came out a cross between hot pink and electric orange. People who normally don’t notice me talked to me, and those who usually say hi avoided me because they didn’t know how to approach the subject. While I have noticed a few more looks my way since I’ve lost some weight, people actually gawked at me. But I held my head up, looked right in their eyes, and smiled. People don’t really like that; they feel violated and look away. That’s right, I’m still a badass, you gawk at me and I’ll stare your ass down. I re-dyed it that night, interview went well, and the universe is in balance again.
I couldn’t leave it alone though. My bangs have been almost nonexistent, so today I had my sister cut them. They are a little short, but they’ll grow and they don’t really look all that bad. So as I was getting used to them, my boyfriend tells me I look like Justin Beaver. Thanks babe, you’re so kind. “Just your hair, not your face.” That makes it so much better…. To which he says “lol, you know you’re hot,” and you’re lucky I love you and that you’re not within arm’s reach.
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