Friday, January 14, 2011
Fact: If you are wearing plaid, you are a lumber jack.
Donít try to argue with me. This is proven and documented. (See below)
Last night, I made an epic shake. It was a green monster, but I added a tbsp of Justinís Honey Almond Butter, and a tbsp of Nutella. I pretty much died. It was so good.
Then, I typed the info into the recipe calculator. It was 400 calories. GASP! Time to hit the gym, then? Haha it was quite an energy booster, though. Maybe one day when Iím not trying to lose weight and just trying to maintain, I will allow these blissful monsters back into my life :)
Goals for tonight:Going to On The Border with baby JoJo and Power Vinyasa yoga class. And who knows what else! Itís freakiní FRIDAY! Wooo.
Goals for the LONG weekend:Remake 1 Julia Child Recipe, plan Addisonís 4th birthday party, more yoga and running (Iím meeting with a running coach to talk about training, eating and cross-training on Sat). I think this week is another 4-mile long run week, according to my running plan. Next week is 5! I donít even know how Iím going to run this half. I really donít haha. 13.1 milessssss! Iím so scared.
Go have yourselves a fantastic weekend. I demand it!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Does anyone else wake up in a complete state of delirium? I never know where I am, what's going on, or how to get the alarm to stop making that awful noise. It doesn't matter if I sleep 2 hours or 10. I'm usually convinced that something else is happening. Something other than me being awoken from my slumber by an alarm clock.
Sometimes I think that I am a polar bear and that a penguin is banging cymbals over my head.
What I want, is for the sun to rise right out of my night stand, and tap me on the shoulder, and hand me a cup of tea. And possibly sing me a soothing good morning song. Is that so much to ask?
When I was in High School, I thought for sure when I became an adult, I would suddenly be able to wake up in the morning. Like it would be as natural a process as growing grey hair. Well, I can tell you, I have found 3 grey hairs in my 25 years, and I still can't wake up. Lol. All summer, I woke up at 5 and ran before work. I don't understand this delirium problem I'm having lately. Maybe I need LESS sleep.
Moving on, because talking about waking up bores me.
I have decided to get CRAZY up in here. Hold me back!!
I own Julia Child's Mastering The Art of French Cooking and I find it to be a fantastically flavorful and amazing cook book.
You can buy one here if you don't have it yet : www.amazon.com/Mastering-Art-French-
BUT, being 6 feet tall, Julia Child could handle a lot more butter than this 5'2" borderline-midget.
I used to treat myself to a meal of hers every few weeks, to give myself a month or so to work off all the butter. But I have decided on a new approach. I'm going to remake her recipes. And yes, I agree that I am removing the authenticity of their French-ness. And I do admit that it is a bit sacrilegious. BUT, I like good food that doubles as healthy food. So sue me!
I'm going to start experimenting this weekend :)
Goals for tonight:4 miles, and pack up alllllll the Christmas stuff and put it back into storage until next year. And maybe a little Watership Down before bed.
Tomorrow is FRIDAY. And this weekend is a LONG ONE :) Thanks to the late Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. I look forward to my last few days of freedom before Tuesday brings the pain of my last semester of my undergraduate career.
Oh sugar! I almost forgot!
Check out my new motivating force. Stantonomos hung these things over our respective sides of the bed to motivate us.
His is a Chicago Bulls jersey. He doesn't believe in wearing jerseys with t-shirts underneath, but he also doesn't believe in wearing them if you don't have nice arms. So he wants to get the arms to wear that jersey.
Mine is the dress that he bought me from Bebe. It's a size small. I'd love to be able to wear it sometime. Say... this summer?? :)
These are the goals we are each working toward. I liked the idea.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Last night I was the fattest kid in yoga clas. I've never been the fat kid before. I didn't even notice it at first. And then we turned to the side for warrior 2 and, oh dear, lets just say it was horrible and I was sucking in and it was still horrible. Lets back up.
When I moved to Colorado in 2005, I weighed 110 pounds. Granted, I was 20 years old and my metabolism was still my friend. But I was also super fit. Since I didn't know a single person when I moved here, I had a LOT of free time and no idea what to do with it. Every day when I came home from work, I would go to the gym for and hour and a half, working every muscle group. When I was resting between reps, I either did 10 push ups or 20 crunches. It usually added up to 100 or so push ups and crunches each. Every day. LOL. I was a freaking machine. I would come home and make some bland chicken and some bland green beans. That was my life. Working out, and bland chicken.
Through my boredom, and a friend I made at the gym, I discovered the Food Network. Enter: Rachel Ray. I bought a cook book. The Better Homes and Gardens one with the red checkerboard pattern. I made a pact with myself to make one new meal that I had never made before each week. And so stemmed my love and passion for new food and recipes.
Slowly but surely, I made some friends, dated some losers, went back to school, and joined a sorority. Overwhelmed with opportunities, I've since decided to involve myself in everything imaginable, and learned that it's quite impossible (by the way). I have oodles of friends now, a wonderful partner in crime (that's what I call my man pet), and not an ounce of free time!! Haha. When I did have free time (this summer), I tried to make something new every single day of the week. How's that for growth haha. I've even started experimenting with my own recipes. And I have probably 40 cookbooks now. Yowza!
The one thing that remained constant was that the less free time I had, the more my circumference grew. And as I got more and more involved in things, and time was scarce and McDonald's was convenient, I put on 40 pounds. Gasp. It hurts my heart to say it. In fact, it literally hurts my heart to be overweight. I'm only 5'2". I should not be over 150 pounds. Maybe if I was pregnant. But this is all me (and albert). You can say what you want, some people get mad at me, but my doctor said I'm not healthy and that I should be worried about diabetes if I keep up the way I'm going, and she went to Med school and they didn't. So I say, back off. I'm not fishing for compliments, I'm stating facts.
I'm not saying I'm a disgusting fatass right now or dissing people who look like me, don't get me wrong. But I'm not happy like this. There's not a toned muscle on my body. My cholesterol is high. And honestly, I know that I can do much better for myself. It's time for change.
Fact: I will not weigh 110 pounds ever again unless something horrible happens to me.
Fact: I have no more excuses for not being healthy. I have time and motivation and resources. These are things which I have not had for years. Especially time. Oh, time! It's time to buckle down and get butch. Okay, okay, I'm being dramatic. But I'd love it if albert didn't hang over the top of my jeans anymore. And if I didn't feel like putting on a bathing suit in public was a heinous crime. And oh yeah, if I felt HEALTHY again. Watch me climb some stairs. It's sad.
Fact: I asked Santa for girl-abs for Christmas.
Fact: He wrote back and said "Do it yourself, you lazy ass!"
So here we go. I took some "thick pics" in a sports bra and running shorts that I choose not to show anyone until it's unrecognizable as being me. I'll stash them away for now. We can laugh at them later.
Operation: Healthy has begun. Actually, it begins after my last final tomorrow might :) Either way, the plan is in motion.
And I don't think I'll step on the scale anymore. I think this needs to be about fit and nothing else.
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