Monday, January 10, 2011
Well, here we go! Mom and I went and got pedicures today, and I got a pretty, pale pink color that I'm sure won't be offensive to anyone. Even my mom said that if they don't like it, it's because they want clear or nothing.
I've packed my millions of things: some money, my IDs, and my prescription. An overnight bag with a toothbrush and toothpaste, lotion, pajamas, and change of clothes. My Navy bag with my study book and notecards. Yup, piles of things! (...)
In a little bit, hubby will take me to the recruiting station, where my dad will meet us to see me off. Hopefully, hubby will be able to follow us to the hotel and spend the last few hours with me, maybe studying more Navy stuff. He'll meet me at the MEPS station somewhere between 9 and 10am to have lunch with me and take my overnight bag, and then sometime around 1pm, I'll be bussed to the airport. And then the adventure begins!
So far today, I've eaten light. An egg scrambled in coconut oil for breakfast, and an egg scrambled in coconut oil for lunch. Seems to be just what my stomach ordered for today.
Well, that's that! I'll be back in a few months!
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Well, today is my last full day before boot camp, and now I'm starting to FREAK OUT! I'm so sick of being asked the stupid questions. My mom was like, "Well, I know you say they're going to issue everything, but maybe you should bring some floss along just in case." No, really, I shouldn't. Because they'll issue floss. Mine will be sent home. "I know, I know, you're right, I just don't get it." Clearly.
MIL's was better. "I'm sure Deanna's busy packing." No, no she's not because there's nothing to pack. They will issue everything. "You mean, they'll supply the tampons?" Uhhhhhh... I really thought *everything* was all-inclusive.
I'm also pissed because, reading through a handbook last night, I realized that I probably will not come home between boot camp and music school. I'll stay at Great Lakes until they send me. I was really looking forward to getting a facial and... wait... a HAIRCUT... before going to music school! Looks like no. I'm waiting for my friend to update me on those details before I leave. I hope she reads her Facebook messages before tomorrow afternoon! Ugh!
My instrument will be Navy-issued when I get to music school. That'll be weird, not having my own equipment, but at least I know the stuff they have is really, truly professional stuff. I'll just play on a plain old mouthpiece instead of my nice fancy one. Boo. Thankfully I play on plain old reeds and my clarinet is relatively a plain old clarinet.
Of course, graduation day happens to be exactly on my 28th birthday, which happens to be the same weekend as hubby's next concert with the Lakeland Community Band. I'll be REALLY sad if he has to miss my graduation. Actually, I kind of refuse to let that happen, even if it means that my family all has to leave on Saturday and I'm left wandering the base on my own. Poop. Poop poop poop.
It won't be that bad, I'm sure. And, as for the music school, I'm looking into the website, and while I know they live in dorms just like at a regular school, I don't know what the "special arrangements" are for married people. I just know they have them. Two months without the hubby is going to be bad enough. What's worse is facing the prospect that it could potentially be much longer. I DEFINITELY don't want that.
Gah! The unknown! It's caught up to me!
My mom agreed to work at home tomorrow so we could get pedicures before I leave. Just what I need. Neutral toes, warm bubbly water, and foot rubbing.
Tomorrow, I am going to eat lightly. The question is whether I should do a full-out fast, or if my light eating should be of the coconut-oiled variety. I'm thinking the coconut oil. And maybe I'll pass on dinner.
My husband and I got a package from my aunt and uncle for Christmas. She always sends me clothes, and they're always a combination of hit and miss. This time around, it was a light gray lacy shirt that I LOVE, a light gray camisole to wear under it that is a little big but works well enough, a snowflake t-shirt that I was a little "meh" about until I put it on and was surprised that it looked pretty nice, and a light gray hoodie that I'm torn on. It got positive reviews from the hubby and from the parents, so I wore it. I guess that means I don't hate it!
But... they also always send us a cookbook, and their cookbooks are always a massive WIN! For our wedding, they bought us a pizza stone and then a vegetarian pizza book with recipes for a ton of variations of homemade dough and then some really in-depth, gourmet toppings recipes. They also sent us a Mexican Cantina cookbook in honor of us living in Texas that we've pulled some recipes out of. But this one is a BREAKFAST COOKBOOK! We flipped through it, and wow, awesome! The first section is all different kinds of smoothies, so if they're not Paleo-friendly already, they can easily be altered by subbing out non-dairy milk for the dairy milk. The second section is "healthy starts" which of course include some recipes for yogurt and muesli, but also some awesome egg recipes. There's a recipe for poached egg and asparagus, poached egg with broccoli and smoked salmon, creamed spinach with egg, Spanish tortilla (basically a frittata), a quiche-y shrimp dish... yum, yum, yum. And then of course the big breakfasts involve grains and whatnot, and the sweet breakfasts are, well, sweet breakfasts, but this is by far the easiest cookbook they've sent for me to adapt. It's all really simple, too, it's just full of combinations I wouldn't necessarily think of on my own.
So today, for breakfast, I had poached egg with smoked salmon and asparagus. Yeah, it was a combo of two recipes, but we don't have any broccoli! Oops! That's okay, it was simple and delicious. And with a cup of coffee, I positively felt like a queen! Lunch was smoked turkey chops, and dinner was an almond-breaded pork chop, blue potatoes, and a salad. Oh, and i ate plenty of dark chocolate, a Larabar, and by the end of the day will have had two protein shakes.
At least at boot camp I think I can rely on eating zero nuts. No nuts. I need to get those bad boys out of my diet. If I'm going to eat junk, I might as well just eat allergen-free junk. Me and the nuts, not so much. At all. I'm glad I finally figured out that it gives me distinct stomach distress.
Okay, so I'm simultaneously really excited and scared to death. If the conversations I just heard my husband have with various members of his family indicate anything, he's really stressed, too.
Onward and upward!
Oh, and PEDICURES!
Sunday, January 09, 2011
I went out with my family again tonight for one more "special" dinner before I leave. We decided to try this little place called My Thai. According to a local TV station's voter contest, this place won #2 on the Best Thai in Cleveland list in 2008, and I think was #3 in 2009. It's a tiny little restaurant tucked in a three-store "strip mall" next to a car wash. I figured, if my little boondocks-y community actually managed to get this place voted #2 on Best in Cleveland, it was worth checking out.
Boy was it ever! We decided to order the chicken satay appetizer, which came with four skewers -- one for each of us. It was just nice, simple curry chicken with peanut sauce (I passed on the sauce). I ordered stir-fry ginger with pork in a light wine sauce with carrots, green onions, onion, celery, straw mushroom, and bell pepper (yes, I had to look it up because the mushrooms were so cool-looking that I had to be specific). When they said light sauce, they meant it -- there was more than enough, but it was thin and liquidy, so it didn't really stick to my food (which I like). The mushrooms were definitely something I never had before, and the other veggies were all crisp and very fresh. The ginger was grated in big chunks, so I'd take a bite and taste, "oooh, fresh ginger!" I hesitated about dessert, but figured why not. My dad got some coconut ice cream that *almost* tasted as good as some he had years ago, hubby had a tempura-fried banana with ice cream, and I had cherry rice pudding with coconut milk. After my last experience with rice pudding at the place in Denton (it was weird), I was wary, but the cherry made me willing to take a chance. I was afraid I would get a white rice pudding that tasted like cough syrup. I guess it was good that I set my bar low, because when I got a black rice pudding with just a slight hint of cherry, I was ecstatic! It was warm, nutty, and only hinted at sweetness, and there was just a touch of coconut milk.
The place we went to out in the ritzy community was really nice, too, but for the price, the freshness, and the convenience, this place trumps. I mean, we raved about it the whole way home, and we rarely do that. Well, at least now I know that I can count on the Best in Cleveland voter competition for good reviews (that's how I found my amazing facialist, too).
Of course, in a few days that will all be over and who knows when I'll be in Cleveland again for the long term. Ah, well. A new city, a new adventure.
Hubby and I went to the gym today. I set the treadmill at an 8-minute mile pace and ran my mile-and-a-half. I wanted to quit after, oh, three minutes and literally had to force myself through every other minute. I got through it, probably just because that was the last big run I'm doing before I go to boot camp. Tomorrow, I'll just do some P90X yoga and work on letting my muscles recover.
When I finished, hubby and I played some racquetball. We only played for a half hour, but we had a really good time. He also commented that it was the first time he'd seen me play where I sprinted hard to make a shot, and then I could turn around and sprint hard to make another shot. I didn't let myself get winded until after the rally was over. So, w00t!
I'm thinking about my goals to gain muscle and lose fat. I read something in my e-mail that shed some light on what I'd been observing. Basically, it said people who are leaner will lose muscle if they cut calories, but will gain muscle if they go over, whereas someone who is overweight will lose fat if they cut calories, but gain fat if they eat too many. Or, as my husband put it, your body will go for whatever it has the surplus of first. So that explains why even though I can cut calories and lose weight, I never seem to get "leaner," only a smaller version of myself. So I guess the key is to eat and work out to maintain the muscle while using cardio to burn the fat. That's the idea behind lifting heavy with low reps and then doing cardio.
Hubby did point out that if you look at my family, it's gonna be difficult. My dad, after just mildly adapting the Paleo diet (he still eats bread and peanut butter for breakfast) has gotten down to 190 lbs. and he's 6'3". My mom is 5'7" and just got below 150 without adding exercise. My brother is rail-thin and had to do a TON of work to gain the muscle he gained. So I'm a hardgainer. But what if I worked hard enough to REALLY try to gain muscle?
I'm going to try this in baby steps. First step: get off the scale! For real. Use the measuring tape to check for maintenance, but stick to the program. Stick to the Insanity program, and when I'm done with that, stick to the P90X program. From there, see where I get and assess it from there. But... NO SCALE!
My baby goal is to stay off the scale until I go to boot camp. So far, so good.
Man, I am really going to miss the hubby. And the cats. But mostly the hubby.
Friday, January 07, 2011
It's been a couple of days! I've been tracking my food as planned, and for some reason that really kills the temptation to eat one more thing.
On Tuesday, hubby and I went out to Cleats to watch the Sugar Bowl -- Ohio State vs. Arkansas. We were a little like, mer, a bowl game on a Tuesday night? But then it turned out that Tuesday was 39 cent wing night, so then we were happy! I ate... 18 dry-rub chicken wings. No sauce, no extra drinks, no nothing.
The game was STRESSFUL! Holy cow! We (OSU) rolled Arkansas the first half, then they rolled us the second half, and it looked like Arkansas was going to make the biggest comeback in the bowl's history, but in the last minute OSU got an interception. I didn't have excess caffeine, I didn't have any alcohol, I had plenty of food in my stomach, and yet at midnight, when the game ended, I stood up to leave and felt myself shaking. Ugh.
On Wednesday we decided to use the gift certificates hubby got for Cheesecake Factory and a movie, but we went in reverse order. That made it easy to pull off a real fast, which I haven't done in a while. Just coffee. We saw True Grit. I really enjoyed it. I wouldn't say it was my all-time favorite, and some of the violent parts were disturbing, if presented as a matter of fact.
Did well at Cheesecake Factory. I didn't eat a single bite of the bread they brought out because we decided to get an appetizer of Vietnamese shrimp spring rolls. There were three big ones, and hubby let me have two of them because he ate all the bread!
I really wanted the tuna tataki salad, but they were all out and none of the other salads sounded as appetizing, so I got miso salmon. It was good, and at least it tasted like it contained every single one of its 1600 calories. We finished with a wild blueberry white chocolate cheesecake that we split. It was absolutely fabulous and fresh-tasting, not too rich or anything. I would highly recommend it. It is not a waste of calories, even if they're all empty!
Yesterday, I just went to the gym and then had my monthly meeting with the Navy recruiters. So, Monday at 3pm I'll show up at the recruit office, I'll probably have to take the drug/alcohol test again, they'll probably weigh me and all that stuff, and then I'll go to the hotel for the night. I'll get up at 4am the next morning, just like I had to do for the MEPS, and I'll be taken to MEPS where they'll check my blood pressure and make me take a drug test again. Between 9am and 10am hubby will show up to see me off, and then at 1pm they'll put me on a bus, take me to the airport, and I'll fly out to Chicago.
From what I understand, the first 24-36 hours will be the worst. That's where they yell at you and kick you when you're down, but it should get better after that.
I've been forcing myself to run faster on the treadmill, and it sucks. I'm really trying to build up to the 8-minute mile, and it's not easy. Today I did my run in 2 1/2 minute increments, starting at 9-min., up to 8.5-min., up to 8-min., then back to 8.5, up to 8, back to 8.5, and finishing at 9. So I think I averaged an 8.5 minute mile for two miles. Ugh.
I also pumped out 30 pushups in one set today! That was my goal, and those last five were DEATH! After completing the first circuit, I did my next set of pushups and only got out my regular 25. Did I say the last five of the first set were death? The last five of the second set turned out to be double-death!
I've been thinking about my training program and something I read online. The idea is that doing some fitness plan, any fitness plan, and giving it your all is better than searching for the perfect plan and giving it only mediocre effort. So stop searching, just do it, give it 100%, and you'll get SOMEWHERE.
So I'm re-evaluating my fitness goals and coming up with a plan. My plan is to do Insanity when I get out of boot camp, and then when I get done with Insanity, do a round of P90X/Insanity combo, but do the P90X without the videos so I can lift low reps and heavy weights (probably means I'll need to be in a gym).
And eating really Paleo, but less fat. More like 40-40-30. I feel pretty good on that.
But first things first: getting out of boot camp. Who knows, maybe I'll already be in killer shape from running too much, doing too many pushups, and eating eggs every day.
The worst part about boot camp is how much I realize that I'm going to miss hubby. :-(
Monday, January 03, 2011
My stores of willpower are pretty low these days. I've been going to the gym for unusually long periods of time, trying to push my cardio training beyond what the Navy will require. Today, that meant hopping on the treadmill for two bouts of Tabata intervals, followed by an hour on the exercise bike. Diet-wise, I do well until dinner, and then I just lose control. I don't think I have the mental power to resist, so perhaps if the resistance is scheduled, I won't have to think about it, and subsequently won't have trouble with willpower -- there's no will involved!
I wrote up a whole package of notecards for the information I need to know going into boot camp. I do have a sponge-like mind, or at least the willpower to drill something into my head long enough to get through whatever exam is necessary, so I'm not worried that I'll learn it. I'm just worried how sane I'll stay in the process! Yikes! My head feels like it wants to explode.
Some of it is really important stuff, like recognizing various officers by their attire. Just drawing all the symbols on the notecards made memorization easy. But the chain of command from the President all the way down to the Recruit Division Commander is really killing me. And then there are the different recruit officers and their duties at boot camp. Hubby helped me study, and every time we get to one of those notecards he groans because it's just a lot of information, and I'm not trying to get the gist of it, I'm trying to learn it verbatim. The Navy is all about attention to detail, so they are going to care if I miss a word here and there.
I do believe the test I'll get when I first arrive will be mostly matching or multiple-choice, but I'd rather be safe than sorry! So verbatim it is!
Hubby is clearly preparing to miss me... he's lovier than normal and wants to make sure we get to do everything I want to do before we leave. So tomorrow, we're going to go to Cleats and watch the OSU bowl game. Maybe they'll help prevent the Big 10 from being the laughing-stocks of college football. Wednesday we're going to go to Cheesecake Factory and a movie, since hubby has those gift cards he got for helping with the marching band. On Saturday we're going out with the family for one final dinner before I head off. Oh yes, I'm going out in grand style, as if the holidays weren't grand enough for me!
I do have to say, though, that I think I can finally, definitively say that all my tummy troubles over the summer were a result of dairy. Cultured is supposed to be okay for people who are lactose-intolerant, but I think it's a little more complex than that, given that the dairy I ate was cultured: kefir, yogurt, and goat's milk cheese. The only thing was whey protein while I did P90X. Now I've switched to egg white protein if I feel the need to supplement, and my tummy distress comes either from eating raw nuts (in any capacity) or eating dairy. Well, at least now I know.
So I am open to suggestions: I had to color my hair closer to my natural color because it's a medium-brown color and nine weeks of double-process blonde growing out would look horrendous. I'm tempted to do one of three things: Go back to blonde, but a more natural shade (high maintenance), go for a strawberry red (still high maintenance), or do the total opposite and go super-dark-brunette/near black. Thoughts?
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