Happy Hump Day wonderful people of the Interwebs! I'm in a great mood today, almost hyper. I can't attribute this to the crack I haven't been snorting, so it MUST be the green smoothies. I've been drinking them every day this week, and I feel really good. It's odd, because I seem to have smoothie amnesia. I forget how great I feel after I've been drinking them for a week or two. Try one, people! Just give it a couple weeks and you'll be amazed at your newfound stamina and overall well being. And hey, isn't a little stamina a good thing on Hump Day? [*nod, wink, nod*]
Since this week I re-discovered my love of Alanis Morissette [more on this Friday], we'll use kale as our green of choice this week. Apparently Alanis digs it. Here's a really great smoothie recipe to try.
"I'd Rather Be In Maui"
2 cups kale
2 cups pineapple (2 points)
1 cup mango (2 points)
1 banana (1.5 points)
2 cups coconut milk (2 points if you use light)
Total points: 6.5
Get your blend on.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I'm A Slave...4 U.
Cue the trashy Brittany music; I've got a problem. Lately, my scale owns me. I've noticed that I'm stepping on that thing every morning, and when it fluctuates even slightly in the wrong direction, I'm pissed. Why do I let a number ruin my day? And apparently [as I've discovered in recent bloggie comments] I'm not the only sick fuck out there! Muffin Top admitted she actually takes her scale on vacation with her!!! For real? When I questioned her about this fact a few minutes ago she said, "Well if I didn't take it on vacation then I couldn't weigh myself, and I'd have a blank spot on my spreadsheet!" Oh my hell, people! I couldn't make this shit up if I tried!
I've felt kinda bummed lately about my lack of extreme weight loss. I've got so much further to go in order to be at a healthy weight. Knowing this seems to overshadow everything else I've accomplished. Even though I know I've completely changed every part of my life in the past 12 weeks, it just doesn't seem to matter to me. What kind of crap is that?
The non-weight accomplishments have been huge, and they deserve more recognition. I've gone from being able to run for a minute [and practically dying] to running for forty minutes straight! Where I used to struggle through the Level 1 shred, now I make Level 3 my bitch! Also, I've lost 22.5 inches off my body. That's nothing to brush off!
I need to find a way to get rid of my scale obsession. I used to weigh myself once a week, max. Somehow that's become every day, and it needs to stop! I hid the scale at the top of the closet yesterday only to fish it down this morning in a moment of weakness. Insanity I tell you!!!
So I'm putting it out here on the interwebs today. I promise not to weigh myself again until next Monday morning. I won't even think about stepping on that scale. [Ok, I'll probably think about it a lot, actually]. I won't do it though! After that I may need to start bi-weekly weigh ins to keep myself reigned in. Somehow, some way, I'm going to convince Muffin Top to do this too, because obviously she needs an intervention of some sort.
Here's to a better Wednesday morning, because sometimes a little ignorance is bliss, no?
MT needs this shirt!!
I've felt kinda bummed lately about my lack of extreme weight loss. I've got so much further to go in order to be at a healthy weight. Knowing this seems to overshadow everything else I've accomplished. Even though I know I've completely changed every part of my life in the past 12 weeks, it just doesn't seem to matter to me. What kind of crap is that?
The non-weight accomplishments have been huge, and they deserve more recognition. I've gone from being able to run for a minute [and practically dying] to running for forty minutes straight! Where I used to struggle through the Level 1 shred, now I make Level 3 my bitch! Also, I've lost 22.5 inches off my body. That's nothing to brush off!
I need to find a way to get rid of my scale obsession. I used to weigh myself once a week, max. Somehow that's become every day, and it needs to stop! I hid the scale at the top of the closet yesterday only to fish it down this morning in a moment of weakness. Insanity I tell you!!!
Hell yes we do!!!!
So I'm putting it out here on the interwebs today. I promise not to weigh myself again until next Monday morning. I won't even think about stepping on that scale. [Ok, I'll probably think about it a lot, actually]. I won't do it though! After that I may need to start bi-weekly weigh ins to keep myself reigned in. Somehow, some way, I'm going to convince Muffin Top to do this too, because obviously she needs an intervention of some sort.
Here's to a better Wednesday morning, because sometimes a little ignorance is bliss, no?
Monday, April 5, 2010
Monday No Stats: Week 12
This Monday FGS and me are giving ourselves a present - NO fat stats. Our 5K is in five (short) days and we need to keep our eyes on the prize. Not that measurements will somehow deter us from this, but bad numbers will certainly put you in the wrong frame of mind. And considering the weekend we just came off of, skipping the scale isn't to bad of an idea.
I don't know about you, but I have a ridiculously large family. We celebrated Easter with only 1/2 of mine and Mr. MT's family - one half, mind you - and it took the entire damn weekend. Normally I would be totally stoked to have crazy good food that I didn't have to make - and LOTS of it! Not so helpful when you are trying your damnedest to be good though!
To sum up my self control and will power this weekend - EPIC FAIL. I consumed my own body weight in chocolate. And the funny thing is, looking back, I didn't even really enjoy it all that much. Now I feel like crap too, all icky and no energy. I completely regret it. The worst part though is that even though I know that crap makes me feel horrible, that's all I'm craving. I want yummy scrumdidiliumptious food, and lots of it, and I want it NOW!
I don't know about you, but I have a ridiculously large family. We celebrated Easter with only 1/2 of mine and Mr. MT's family - one half, mind you - and it took the entire damn weekend. Normally I would be totally stoked to have crazy good food that I didn't have to make - and LOTS of it! Not so helpful when you are trying your damnedest to be good though!
To sum up my self control and will power this weekend - EPIC FAIL. I consumed my own body weight in chocolate. And the funny thing is, looking back, I didn't even really enjoy it all that much. Now I feel like crap too, all icky and no energy. I completely regret it. The worst part though is that even though I know that crap makes me feel horrible, that's all I'm craving. I want yummy scrumdidiliumptious food, and lots of it, and I want it NOW!
I want it and I want it NOW!!!
I'm not going to though. I can't. That would mean that the last 12 f-ing weeks would all be for naught. And I've hurt, and sweated and whined WAY TO MUCH to do that. So I'm pullin' up my big girl panties and moving on. Today at lunch, what did me and FGS do? Did we go to Olive Garden and have oodles of noodles? Hell No! We went for a thirty three minute run! And there was NO walking, not one damn minute of it!
Did it hurt? Hell yeah - but WE ROCKED THAT SHIT!!! Here's to a kick-ass week ladies, no regrets - we only move forward from here!
Here I come baby, I'm coming to GET CHA!
Friday, April 2, 2010
Last Night, I Made Jillian Michaels My Bitch. Or A Post About Boundries.
By the time I got off work last night, I was pumped. During my commute, all I could think about was doing the Level 3 Shred, and doing it well. I was practically begging for release by the time I walked in the door [that's what he said]. And you know what? I nailed that work out. Jillian Michaels had nothing on me; I made her my bitch! After I got done I was dripping sweat and wearing a shit-eating grin. THAT is how working out is meant to be, people! It meant so much more though because of how utterly shitty I had felt the day before.
Let's go back to that fateful Wednesday. It was complete shit from start to finish. I had been to the dentist on Tuesday, and that always takes an unusually big toll on my body for some reason. Add that to our insane workout schedule this week, and it was just bad news. We started running Wednesday evening and I had to stop and walk half way through. The fuck? I was pissed. I haven't had to stop and walk for weeks! Then I went home and couldn't even finish Level 1 Shred. Level freaking ONE! I was so frustrated and defeated that night, not to mention ridiculously sore and tired.
While I lay in bed and suffered, I texted MT and told her I would not be running the next day. I never do that, and damn was I feeling guilty. It was time to listen to my body though. My body was screaming, "Listen you bitch! This is too much! TOO much!” So yesterday I felt really grumpy about it. I didn't give in and run though. I didn't wake up and do Pilates. And by 4:00pm, I was a new person! Something started building in me [not that, pervert!]. It felt like I needed to exercise ASAP. And so I did. I rocked that Level 3 Shred like I never have before.
Don't give me bitch face, I owned you last night.
Let's go back to that fateful Wednesday. It was complete shit from start to finish. I had been to the dentist on Tuesday, and that always takes an unusually big toll on my body for some reason. Add that to our insane workout schedule this week, and it was just bad news. We started running Wednesday evening and I had to stop and walk half way through. The fuck? I was pissed. I haven't had to stop and walk for weeks! Then I went home and couldn't even finish Level 1 Shred. Level freaking ONE! I was so frustrated and defeated that night, not to mention ridiculously sore and tired.
You can end up dead, or feeling like it. Trust me.
While I lay in bed and suffered, I texted MT and told her I would not be running the next day. I never do that, and damn was I feeling guilty. It was time to listen to my body though. My body was screaming, "Listen you bitch! This is too much! TOO much!” So yesterday I felt really grumpy about it. I didn't give in and run though. I didn't wake up and do Pilates. And by 4:00pm, I was a new person! Something started building in me [not that, pervert!]. It felt like I needed to exercise ASAP. And so I did. I rocked that Level 3 Shred like I never have before.
Yes, yes I do. Sometimes at least...
To my point now, I tell you this story to remind you one thing: if you start to feel like ass, slow your roll. We knew we'd have to kick up the exercise a few notches these weeks in order to finish well in our 5k. However, when both of us can barely walk, it's probably a sign that we are working too hard. It seems really hard for me to remember that my body needs rest to work properly along with all the exercise. I suppose it was a good lesson to learn early on. Today I'm still feeling pretty damn happy about that work out; believe me when I say it was worth resting for.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
You Can't Live In Fear
I have a bit of a confession to make. I live in near constant fear and worry. I just wasn't born with the ability to relax and let things go, to be zen, to not worry about what tomorrow will bring. So it's only natural that this would transcend into my exercise and weight loss efforts.
My most frequent and tangible fear is of my scale. I suppose it's completely irrational, but none the less, it is. The damn thing rules me. Every morning I stand before it, wondering if today will be a good day, or if it is about to go straight to shit. And it really, really does affect me. I consider myself an intelligent person, I honestly know better than this. But, it is what it is.
Now that I'm seeing (somewhat) consistent results and exercising frequently, I'm terrified of missing a workout. Like that one run or shred will seal my fate. Missing one workout will turn into missing two, and then another, and another, and sooner rather than later I will be right back where I fucking started. And why wouldn't why? It's what I've always done.
The thing that I fear the most though, I don't ever talk about. I don't think I've ever even admitted it out loud. It's basically a fear of the inevitable. Deep down I believe that it's inevitable that I end up back where I started, or worse. I don't come from a family of slender people. I can count the number of family members that are at a healthy weight on one hand. It feels like a death sentence.
But over the course of the past couple of months I've come to a realization that gives me some hope. My failure may or may not be inevitable, but I can tell you for damn sure that I won't be going down with a fight.
It's like FGS said the other day - you have to be tenacious. When you fail, and at times you will, you pick yourself up and get back to it. When you miss a workout, for whatever reason, you DO NOT miss the next one. When you have a food binger you DO NOT use it as an excuse to continue and poorly the rest of the day. Don't live in guilt over yesterday or in fear of what tomorrow will bring. Today is a brand new day, so get to it!!!
My most frequent and tangible fear is of my scale. I suppose it's completely irrational, but none the less, it is. The damn thing rules me. Every morning I stand before it, wondering if today will be a good day, or if it is about to go straight to shit. And it really, really does affect me. I consider myself an intelligent person, I honestly know better than this. But, it is what it is.
Please, oh please, oh please let it be okay
Now that I'm seeing (somewhat) consistent results and exercising frequently, I'm terrified of missing a workout. Like that one run or shred will seal my fate. Missing one workout will turn into missing two, and then another, and another, and sooner rather than later I will be right back where I fucking started. And why wouldn't why? It's what I've always done.
The thing that I fear the most though, I don't ever talk about. I don't think I've ever even admitted it out loud. It's basically a fear of the inevitable. Deep down I believe that it's inevitable that I end up back where I started, or worse. I don't come from a family of slender people. I can count the number of family members that are at a healthy weight on one hand. It feels like a death sentence.
But over the course of the past couple of months I've come to a realization that gives me some hope. My failure may or may not be inevitable, but I can tell you for damn sure that I won't be going down with a fight.
You won't take me down mother fucker!!!
It's like FGS said the other day - you have to be tenacious. When you fail, and at times you will, you pick yourself up and get back to it. When you miss a workout, for whatever reason, you DO NOT miss the next one. When you have a food binger you DO NOT use it as an excuse to continue and poorly the rest of the day. Don't live in guilt over yesterday or in fear of what tomorrow will bring. Today is a brand new day, so get to it!!!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The Big Green Hump
Happy Wednesday, bloggie peeps! I've got a lot on my plate today with running, shredding and pilating [is that a word?] so I'm keeping this post short and to the point. I've got a yummy, basic green smoothie recipe for you today. Drink. Love. Repeat.
"The Grade School"
1 banana (1.5 points)
1 cup grapes (1 point)
1 apple (1 point)
2 cups baby spinach (0 points)
1 cup water (0 points)
Total points: 3.5
"The Grade School"
1 banana (1.5 points)
1 cup grapes (1 point)
1 apple (1 point)
2 cups baby spinach (0 points)
1 cup water (0 points)
Total points: 3.5
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Tenacity
It's the word of the week for me. If you go to the dictionary and look it up it gives you this definition:
"The quality or state of being tenacious. Synonyms: perseverance."
Well that doesn't explain a lot, does it? However, if we go look up tenacious, you get this definition:
"Holding fast. Persistent. Stubborn. Not easily pulled asunder. Synonyms: steadfast, purposeful."
Do you get it? I'm about to tell you the big ole' secret about diet and exercise. The secret that all those really athletic assholes have been hiding from you all these years. You know, what it takes to be skinny and in fabulous shape. Are you ready for it? Tenacity. That's it. Woohoo the big secret has been revealed. What? Is it not what you wanted to hear? Me either. The longer I'm at this though, the more I know it to be true. Repeat after me. Tenacity. That is the answer to it all. It is literally the only difference between the people who succeed at weight loss and those who don't.
We've been at this thing for a little over 10 weeks now. I recently received some feedback about our blog. I was told that it's hard to believe we haven't "given up" by now since we work so hard and lose weight so slowly. Let's be real though. Some of those weeks we've done horrible with our eating. Some of them we have barely exercised. And yes, even a few of them we have gained some weight. Give up though? No way! How can we ever reach our goals if we stop? We have to have tenacity. Staying power. It's the only way we'll accomplish the goals we've set up for ourselves. Also, it's the only way to become one of the skinny, in shape people insead of becoming some "blog-writing jackass who quit trying and gained back all the weight she lost." It's one way or the other. Either you have the tenacity to see it through or you don't.
This week has kicked my ass already and it's only Tuesday. I'm not joking. Yesterday's run was so incredibly, ridiculously hard. [I don't even have it in me for a "that's what she said" joke!]. Then I got home and The Shred was tough too. Finally, I'm ready for bed and my three year old thought it would be fun times to stay up for hours and hours on end screaming. When he finally did fall asleep, my two year old decided it was her turn. [Don't ask why I had kids so close in age, because I have not a clue what I was thinking]. I'm not sure exactly how much sleep I got, but I can sum it up in two words: not enough. Then today, I had the dentist appointment from hell. Seriously, am I the only one who thinks dentists are total sadists? Maybe it's just MY dentist? Either way, three hours in a dentist chair made me feel like I needed a drink or ten. And of course, I can't do that, because we're on an alcohol ban right now. [Why oh why?]
Needless to say, I'm giving this week the double bird [and I'm not talkin' turkey here]. Wednesday better be an improvement or I may just flip out. Tenacity. Must have tenacity. I don't want to work out tonight, but I'm going to. I want to go hog down a gallon or so of ice cream and wash it down with some Sailor Jerry, but I'm not going to. Tenacity. And you know what? If I did go home and eat myself into a food coma, it doesn't really matter because I'd just pick myself up tomorrow and start over. Tenacity. I've come too far to turn back now.
"The quality or state of being tenacious. Synonyms: perseverance."
Well that doesn't explain a lot, does it? However, if we go look up tenacious, you get this definition:
"Holding fast. Persistent. Stubborn. Not easily pulled asunder. Synonyms: steadfast, purposeful."
Do you get it? I'm about to tell you the big ole' secret about diet and exercise. The secret that all those really athletic assholes have been hiding from you all these years. You know, what it takes to be skinny and in fabulous shape. Are you ready for it? Tenacity. That's it. Woohoo the big secret has been revealed. What? Is it not what you wanted to hear? Me either. The longer I'm at this though, the more I know it to be true. Repeat after me. Tenacity. That is the answer to it all. It is literally the only difference between the people who succeed at weight loss and those who don't.
This is the truth, peeps. It pains me too.
We've been at this thing for a little over 10 weeks now. I recently received some feedback about our blog. I was told that it's hard to believe we haven't "given up" by now since we work so hard and lose weight so slowly. Let's be real though. Some of those weeks we've done horrible with our eating. Some of them we have barely exercised. And yes, even a few of them we have gained some weight. Give up though? No way! How can we ever reach our goals if we stop? We have to have tenacity. Staying power. It's the only way we'll accomplish the goals we've set up for ourselves. Also, it's the only way to become one of the skinny, in shape people insead of becoming some "blog-writing jackass who quit trying and gained back all the weight she lost." It's one way or the other. Either you have the tenacity to see it through or you don't.
This week has kicked my ass already and it's only Tuesday. I'm not joking. Yesterday's run was so incredibly, ridiculously hard. [I don't even have it in me for a "that's what she said" joke!]. Then I got home and The Shred was tough too. Finally, I'm ready for bed and my three year old thought it would be fun times to stay up for hours and hours on end screaming. When he finally did fall asleep, my two year old decided it was her turn. [Don't ask why I had kids so close in age, because I have not a clue what I was thinking]. I'm not sure exactly how much sleep I got, but I can sum it up in two words: not enough. Then today, I had the dentist appointment from hell. Seriously, am I the only one who thinks dentists are total sadists? Maybe it's just MY dentist? Either way, three hours in a dentist chair made me feel like I needed a drink or ten. And of course, I can't do that, because we're on an alcohol ban right now. [Why oh why?]
Oh Sailor, why have I forsaken you?
Needless to say, I'm giving this week the double bird [and I'm not talkin' turkey here]. Wednesday better be an improvement or I may just flip out. Tenacity. Must have tenacity. I don't want to work out tonight, but I'm going to. I want to go hog down a gallon or so of ice cream and wash it down with some Sailor Jerry, but I'm not going to. Tenacity. And you know what? If I did go home and eat myself into a food coma, it doesn't really matter because I'd just pick myself up tomorrow and start over. Tenacity. I've come too far to turn back now.
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