Cardio done!
Same stats as last time - I'm doing a pre-programmed track from my treadmill so it won't vary until I move up to the next track. Which should be late next week. Maybe.
It was an easier run, which is good because it's really barely running. But for someone out of shape it's just good to get moving, even if it is slow.
And instead of being discouraged that I am basically having to start all over, I am encouraged that I'm doing it at all. It's better to do something than to do nothing, right?
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Highly Suspect
I think...no, I'm pretty sure I know, that I'm being sabotaged. This morning, for the second day in a row, my alarm did not go off.
Monday, it simply didn't go off at all. I discovered that it had been set for p.m. instead of a.m. Okay. That happens. I guess.
So that evening I took special care to make sure it was set and ready to go. I tripled checked it. I went to bed prepared to get up at the crack of dawn and meet my tormentor, the treadmill. I was ready.
Except, that didn't happen.
This morning I rolled over and looked at the clock and...thirty minutes late. AGAIN. It turns out my dear husband changed the alarm clock and set it back 40 minutes later. As a favor. So we could sleep in.
Except, I'm not sleeping in - I'm trying to get this workout thing going again.
So okay, I worked out last night so he thought I wasn't working out this the morning. Guess he didn't get the memo that it's suppose to be an everyday thing.
I've been debating all night whether I should take this as my one day off or just try to run after dinner. I would rather save my day off for Saturday so I can sleep in a little and be thoroughly lazy.
I wanted to wait a few hours after we ate before I ran...which would be just about now. But just as I'm thinking I'm going to go put on my running clothes he walks in with my two favorite candy bars and tells me that I can have first choice...Pure. Evil.
I am going to run though. Really, I'm going to run and then I'll report back like the good girl I am.
But I'm not making any promises about the candy bar...
Monday, it simply didn't go off at all. I discovered that it had been set for p.m. instead of a.m. Okay. That happens. I guess.
So that evening I took special care to make sure it was set and ready to go. I tripled checked it. I went to bed prepared to get up at the crack of dawn and meet my tormentor, the treadmill. I was ready.
Except, that didn't happen.
This morning I rolled over and looked at the clock and...thirty minutes late. AGAIN. It turns out my dear husband changed the alarm clock and set it back 40 minutes later. As a favor. So we could sleep in.
Except, I'm not sleeping in - I'm trying to get this workout thing going again.
So okay, I worked out last night so he thought I wasn't working out this the morning. Guess he didn't get the memo that it's suppose to be an everyday thing.
I've been debating all night whether I should take this as my one day off or just try to run after dinner. I would rather save my day off for Saturday so I can sleep in a little and be thoroughly lazy.
I wanted to wait a few hours after we ate before I ran...which would be just about now. But just as I'm thinking I'm going to go put on my running clothes he walks in with my two favorite candy bars and tells me that I can have first choice...Pure. Evil.
I am going to run though. Really, I'm going to run and then I'll report back like the good girl I am.
But I'm not making any promises about the candy bar...
Monday, August 22, 2011
Day 2 Report
Wasn't sure if I was going to make it...had the alarm set bright and early but I woke up and rolled over and I was already 30 minutes behind schedule. Are you kidding me? Really, the alarm didn't go off? That didn't happen once the entire month that I stopped working out. No problem, just have to fit it into the evening, right? Then I'm dealing with stresses at work, get home do dinner, baths and bedtime and I'm not feeling well...the very last thing I wanted to do was workout. BUT I pulled it together and got it done...
Here is what I spent the last 50 minutes of my life doing:
Pushups:
20 Decline
20 Fly
7 each Wide/Tri/Standard
5 pound weight, 15 reps for each set (don't laugh, I'm out of shape!)
Back:
Heavy Pants
Back Flys
Lawnmower
Shoulders:
Military Press
Swimmers Press
Shoulder Flys
Biceps:
Standard Curl
Wide Open Curl
21's
Triceps:
One Arm Raise
Kick-Backs
Dips (20 reps)
Legs:
10 lunges
10 lunge/squat (5 squats with each set)
36 Three Part Squats (12 of each)
20 Calf Raises
Lower Back:
5 Body Raises (5 seconds each)
It's really obvious (especially on my body) that I need to get some chest incorporated in my routine. It's strange that it's not already included, since I'm doing the P90 video. You would think that would just be a part of it...however, that will be a task to add later. For right now I'm just concentrating on getting through the next 90 days without getting off track.
Wish me luck folks, I'm gonna need it!
Here is what I spent the last 50 minutes of my life doing:
Pushups:
20 Decline
20 Fly
7 each Wide/Tri/Standard
5 pound weight, 15 reps for each set (don't laugh, I'm out of shape!)
Back:
Heavy Pants
Back Flys
Lawnmower
Shoulders:
Military Press
Swimmers Press
Shoulder Flys
Biceps:
Standard Curl
Wide Open Curl
21's
Triceps:
One Arm Raise
Kick-Backs
Dips (20 reps)
Legs:
10 lunges
10 lunge/squat (5 squats with each set)
36 Three Part Squats (12 of each)
20 Calf Raises
Lower Back:
5 Body Raises (5 seconds each)
It's really obvious (especially on my body) that I need to get some chest incorporated in my routine. It's strange that it's not already included, since I'm doing the P90 video. You would think that would just be a part of it...however, that will be a task to add later. For right now I'm just concentrating on getting through the next 90 days without getting off track.
Wish me luck folks, I'm gonna need it!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Day 1 Report
Cardio:
20 minutes on the treadmill, 1.15 mile run, high pace 4.0
10 minute cool down
My pace was way low. It really shouldn't take 20 minutes to run a mile. At that pace it would take me over an hour to run a 5K. The first 5K I ever ran I got done in 29:11. Not impressive but a whole heck of a lot better than an hour.
But I'm grateful I got in a whole mile, I wasn't sure if I was even going to be able to do that. According to the calendar, July 6 was the last time I ran. It's amazing how quickly the body will lose its stamina. But on the other side, it doesn't take too long to get it back either...
I feel so good I got that out of the way - it's a giant step towards getting on the right path. I'm going to do abs as soon as the tv is free and day one will be complete!
20 minutes on the treadmill, 1.15 mile run, high pace 4.0
10 minute cool down
My pace was way low. It really shouldn't take 20 minutes to run a mile. At that pace it would take me over an hour to run a 5K. The first 5K I ever ran I got done in 29:11. Not impressive but a whole heck of a lot better than an hour.
But I'm grateful I got in a whole mile, I wasn't sure if I was even going to be able to do that. According to the calendar, July 6 was the last time I ran. It's amazing how quickly the body will lose its stamina. But on the other side, it doesn't take too long to get it back either...
I feel so good I got that out of the way - it's a giant step towards getting on the right path. I'm going to do abs as soon as the tv is free and day one will be complete!
Two Steps And Back Again
Since I'm an eternal optimist I will start with the positives:
Since November I've been trying to incorporate a workout routine. Since January I have given up regular sodas and replaced that SERIOUS addiction with diet soda. Over the past 9 months I have lost about 18 pounds.
The negatives:
My workout routine has been spotty and gotten progressively worse. During the last two months I only got a few workouts in and over the last four weeks have done nothing. I am drinking diet but I'm drinking way too much soda, period. I should be drinking more water. I've managed to gain back 4 pounds. It's not a whole lot but it's a gain. And even worse is the fact that since I'm short, 4 pounds is a lot for my frame and probably looks more like 8-10 pounds.
But most alarming is this: While you don't get fat overnight, it feels like you do. It creeps on slowly, so slowly that you don't even notice. Then one day you glance in the mirror or see a photo of yourself and it takes you back, catches you off guard and you think to yourself "What the HELL happened to me?" It's a pound here and a pound there and then BAM, before you know it's 20.
At least with me....
So 4 pounds isn't a huge deal but it's enough to make me want to get serious. And since this is the first day of the week, I'll start with cardio this evening.
And I do want to clarify that it's not about weight or about being skinny. As cliche as it sounds, it really is about being fit and being in shape. I'm too young to be as lumpy and soft as I am...It's not that I'm uncomfortable with my body, I just recognize there are areas that could use some improvement and if I strive to improve myself in every other way, why should I ignore my body?
I've made the decision to post some pictures. I've really struggled with whether I should post these or not. One I posted (to show off my super fabulous bikini bottom find) but then I removed it. I go back and forth between who cares, this is my body and it is what it is...and ooohhh, I just don't know if I want everyone in the world to have access to that much of me. It does make me feel super vulnerable to be so exposed.
But I'm doing it. For two reasons - to help keep me accountable and to reminded of the reason I'm working out. So these are my before pictures and in 90 days (I'm doing p90) I will post my after shots. Technically, these are my after/before shots because I was bigger than this when I started.
I apologize about the quality of the photos. I didn't do any editing to them to make them dark or grainy (although it probably helps) they were taken in a mirror so they just aren't that clear...
So these really are my before/after shots. I bought these pants last September, for the job interview I had for the position I now have. When I bought these they sat right at my waist and were snug through my lower pouch...in fact, I was a little worried that they looked too tight. While I'm not discounting the progress I have made, I would like to tone my tummy and back. This is especially evident in the second picture where my middle looks really thick and you can see the bulge under my bra on my back.
These next two pictures are a little more revealing. Again, it's evident that the tummy needs some firming and in these photos you can see that my thighs are kinda jiggly (especially the left one, which for some odd reason is bigger) and there is a little bulge of fat underneath the sides of the bathing suit top.
Okay, so now I'm out there. All of me. Well, as much of me that I'll ever share! First day of the week, first day of working out on this new routine. I'm giving myself 90 days to make a difference and see what I can do....and I'm committing to keeping it real!
Since November I've been trying to incorporate a workout routine. Since January I have given up regular sodas and replaced that SERIOUS addiction with diet soda. Over the past 9 months I have lost about 18 pounds.
The negatives:
My workout routine has been spotty and gotten progressively worse. During the last two months I only got a few workouts in and over the last four weeks have done nothing. I am drinking diet but I'm drinking way too much soda, period. I should be drinking more water. I've managed to gain back 4 pounds. It's not a whole lot but it's a gain. And even worse is the fact that since I'm short, 4 pounds is a lot for my frame and probably looks more like 8-10 pounds.
But most alarming is this: While you don't get fat overnight, it feels like you do. It creeps on slowly, so slowly that you don't even notice. Then one day you glance in the mirror or see a photo of yourself and it takes you back, catches you off guard and you think to yourself "What the HELL happened to me?" It's a pound here and a pound there and then BAM, before you know it's 20.
At least with me....
So 4 pounds isn't a huge deal but it's enough to make me want to get serious. And since this is the first day of the week, I'll start with cardio this evening.
And I do want to clarify that it's not about weight or about being skinny. As cliche as it sounds, it really is about being fit and being in shape. I'm too young to be as lumpy and soft as I am...It's not that I'm uncomfortable with my body, I just recognize there are areas that could use some improvement and if I strive to improve myself in every other way, why should I ignore my body?
I've made the decision to post some pictures. I've really struggled with whether I should post these or not. One I posted (to show off my super fabulous bikini bottom find) but then I removed it. I go back and forth between who cares, this is my body and it is what it is...and ooohhh, I just don't know if I want everyone in the world to have access to that much of me. It does make me feel super vulnerable to be so exposed.
But I'm doing it. For two reasons - to help keep me accountable and to reminded of the reason I'm working out. So these are my before pictures and in 90 days (I'm doing p90) I will post my after shots. Technically, these are my after/before shots because I was bigger than this when I started.
I apologize about the quality of the photos. I didn't do any editing to them to make them dark or grainy (although it probably helps) they were taken in a mirror so they just aren't that clear...
So these really are my before/after shots. I bought these pants last September, for the job interview I had for the position I now have. When I bought these they sat right at my waist and were snug through my lower pouch...in fact, I was a little worried that they looked too tight. While I'm not discounting the progress I have made, I would like to tone my tummy and back. This is especially evident in the second picture where my middle looks really thick and you can see the bulge under my bra on my back.
These next two pictures are a little more revealing. Again, it's evident that the tummy needs some firming and in these photos you can see that my thighs are kinda jiggly (especially the left one, which for some odd reason is bigger) and there is a little bulge of fat underneath the sides of the bathing suit top.
Okay, so now I'm out there. All of me. Well, as much of me that I'll ever share! First day of the week, first day of working out on this new routine. I'm giving myself 90 days to make a difference and see what I can do....and I'm committing to keeping it real!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Made It
We made it through our first day of Kindergarten unscathed. M had no problems and I only teared up about 20 times. Success for everyone!
Another milestone down...
Since we're in Kindergarten mode I will share a quote I recently heard by Wendy Kaminer -"Only people who die very young learn all they really need to know in kindergarten."
I think she's right. Sometimes I think we just get so grown up and lost in the mess of life that we just don't see the lessons. I hope I never stop learning, I hope I never get so busy or so complacent that I don't take the time to just stop and see. Here are some things I've learned just in the last year:
-Sometimes it really stinks to be the boss.
-Baggy underwear can ruin an otherwise perfectly good day.
-What someone does has way more meaning than what they say.
-There is a country song for every mood and every situation.
-Some people never learned how to play nice. I wish I could put them in time out.
-Wearing high heels makes me happy. Red heels make me even happier.
-Some mistakes are hard to recover from.
-My friends love me, in spite of myself.
-I'm better at some things than I thought I would be. This surprises me.
-I'm not as good at some things as I expected to be. This disappoints me.
-It's called the high road because it takes effort in order to reach it.
-No one ever outgrows growing pains.
-Baked Doritos taste as bad as they sound.
-You know someone really gets you when they can hear your sarcasm over text.
-It's possible for Wordfeud games to last multiple days.
-Life is only as good as you make it.
Another milestone down...
Since we're in Kindergarten mode I will share a quote I recently heard by Wendy Kaminer -"Only people who die very young learn all they really need to know in kindergarten."
I think she's right. Sometimes I think we just get so grown up and lost in the mess of life that we just don't see the lessons. I hope I never stop learning, I hope I never get so busy or so complacent that I don't take the time to just stop and see. Here are some things I've learned just in the last year:
-Sometimes it really stinks to be the boss.
-Baggy underwear can ruin an otherwise perfectly good day.
-What someone does has way more meaning than what they say.
-There is a country song for every mood and every situation.
-Some people never learned how to play nice. I wish I could put them in time out.
-Wearing high heels makes me happy. Red heels make me even happier.
-Some mistakes are hard to recover from.
-My friends love me, in spite of myself.
-I'm better at some things than I thought I would be. This surprises me.
-I'm not as good at some things as I expected to be. This disappoints me.
-It's called the high road because it takes effort in order to reach it.
-No one ever outgrows growing pains.
-Baked Doritos taste as bad as they sound.
-You know someone really gets you when they can hear your sarcasm over text.
-It's possible for Wordfeud games to last multiple days.
-Life is only as good as you make it.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Certified Club Member
Today was a big day - we met M's Kindergarten teacher. She seemed very friendly, very nice, and very "kindergarteny".
I'm just not so sure I'm ready for it. I know part of that is my inability to let her go - she's growing up way too fast for me. But there is also some legitimate concern - she'll be riding a bus...she will have to get off the bus and find her room...retrieve her breakfast card from the wall... make her way downstairs to the cafeteria...give her breakfast card to the lunch lady...listen for the class bell...make her way back upstairs to her classroom.
It just seems like a lot for a 5 year old. I mean, geez, we've barely got wiping our own bottom down and now she's expected to run all over the school by herself? We practiced today and she did fine but there also weren't a bunch of other kids there either and I think it may be confusing when the halls are filled with people...I mean, all the classes really do look alike.
Yes, I realize the teachers will be there. Yes, I realize they will help her. I guess my real concern is that moment when she does get turned around, lost and confused, and she feels that overwhelming sense of helplessness and fright and I. Won't. Be. There.
And what she'll want more than anything is her Mommy.
It just kills me.
You know, no one ever tells you that side of parenthood. No one ever prepares you for the fear and worry. They don't tell you how fiercely you'll want to protect your children from ever feeling scared or unhappy. And they certainly don't tell you how much your heart will hurt when you realize you can't.
They also don't tell you how bad it smells when you get just a teeny tiny drop of spit-up on your shoulder while making a daycare drop off and how horrible it is to have to smell it all day long. And know that other people can smell it too. So all day you feel compelled to explain to people that no, you didn't eat anything rotten and that yes, your digestive tract is just fine - it was just a parting gift from your little bundle of joy.
Yep, there are lots of dirty little secrets in the parent club...
I'm just not so sure I'm ready for it. I know part of that is my inability to let her go - she's growing up way too fast for me. But there is also some legitimate concern - she'll be riding a bus...she will have to get off the bus and find her room...retrieve her breakfast card from the wall... make her way downstairs to the cafeteria...give her breakfast card to the lunch lady...listen for the class bell...make her way back upstairs to her classroom.
It just seems like a lot for a 5 year old. I mean, geez, we've barely got wiping our own bottom down and now she's expected to run all over the school by herself? We practiced today and she did fine but there also weren't a bunch of other kids there either and I think it may be confusing when the halls are filled with people...I mean, all the classes really do look alike.
Yes, I realize the teachers will be there. Yes, I realize they will help her. I guess my real concern is that moment when she does get turned around, lost and confused, and she feels that overwhelming sense of helplessness and fright and I. Won't. Be. There.
And what she'll want more than anything is her Mommy.
It just kills me.
You know, no one ever tells you that side of parenthood. No one ever prepares you for the fear and worry. They don't tell you how fiercely you'll want to protect your children from ever feeling scared or unhappy. And they certainly don't tell you how much your heart will hurt when you realize you can't.
They also don't tell you how bad it smells when you get just a teeny tiny drop of spit-up on your shoulder while making a daycare drop off and how horrible it is to have to smell it all day long. And know that other people can smell it too. So all day you feel compelled to explain to people that no, you didn't eat anything rotten and that yes, your digestive tract is just fine - it was just a parting gift from your little bundle of joy.
Yep, there are lots of dirty little secrets in the parent club...
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