Monday, April 18, 2011
Normally, I am totally in high gear Monday mornings. I have enough energy pumping to swim the Atlantic. Or at least I like to believe that much. Not today my friends, today I am searching for that one little spark that is going to get me through the rest of the week.
On a scale of 1 to 10...I am a -6. It was one of those weekends, you know the type. The diet and exercise ruiners that make you feel like you woke up a whale, and beat you down so hard you just want a groundhog day moment.
I just need to get it back. I have 26 days until my first 5k, I have an entire next 3 months packed with events and I just cannot run out of steam! I can make great choices and I can get back on the wagon. I am better than this! I will let no weekend ruin my entire journey!....just keep swimming, just keep swimming...
I just needed to get this out, I need to find the motivation! Thanks for listening!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Hello, my name is Mandi, and I am addicted to Chipotle. It's not a beautiful addiction, but it could be worse - I could be Charlie Sheen or Lindsay Lohan. But no sir, I am addicted to burrito-y goodness!
I can tell you exactly what I get, and how to order it so that you get the most in your burrito. I have been known to calculate up to 1400 calories for one burrito - and then eat the whole thing in about 10 mins. It's not a graceful sport, but I am in the olympics.
I will say, I REFUSE to hate on Chipotle. They offer healthy options, they have great local ingredients - I just happen to abuse these privilege's that they give me because I believe there may be crack in the seasonings that give me night sweats when I can't have it.
Chipotle is what I gave up for Lent - and I can tell you that I have been dreaming of it's cilantro-y goodness every day since Ash Wednesday - counting down the days until I can have it again. It will be a magical experience, like riding a unicorn in the soft autumn breeze; okay that's a little melodramatic but you are following me here right?
So, now comes the tough part. I have to convince myself, no I have to demonstrate all that willpower mumbo jumbo I was discussing in my blog 2 days ago and go for a healthy option. Because my secret is that I know how to order something equally as tasty for 400 calories - I just have a hard time not want to take a bath in a giant burrito.
Here goes nothing, I may be back to these meetings if I have to address the issue of guac - like trying to selling my FiancÚ for a tub of it! Please feel free to share your chipotle addiction stories here. I have no judgements - I am with you, sometimes we all have a little problem with the mixes of spices addiction.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
I am not an athlete, I am a walking accident. Point blank! I hurt myself more in a month than most people do in a lifetime, and I accept that about myself. Bandaids are a good thing to always have on hand, you look prepared!
I attempted cheerleading in 6th grade, I broke my teammates nose during a backflip where I kicked her in the face. I retired there, well for a while anyways. I put my hand into dancing in High School - I pulled a muscle, bruised a rib, sprained an ankle - but I danced in all the school musicals! I also took weight training, because I am badass like that - I pulled a muscle in my lower back - I was still a badass squatting my 200lbs. I then took an advanced P.E. class because regular P.E. wasn't enough, I kicked butt for a while, considering I was the only girl - until I threw out a shoulder playing Frisbee golf...not even kidding.
Then came college, I had the bright idea that I could start a cheerleading club with my 2 friends (who has been cheering their whole life) because I could totally run the discipline and outside exercise part. In the 2 years I cheerleaded - I was punched in the nose twice, 2 sprained ankles, and I broke my tailbone. It was a wonderful experience, but it has lead me to the conclusion that I my friends, am not an athlete.
Yet, I refuse to give up this dream. It's crap that my FiancÚ is awesome at Soccer, football, climbing rocks, playing golf...I want to do things like this without getting hurt. Newest goal: roller-derby, I will let you know how this pans out, unless I am dead - then I will send instructions with the family to post a little blog about accident-proneness and high injury sports.
There was a point I was getting to with all this rambling...oh yes, athletic abilities. Yesterday I got the first glimpse that maybe I can do something without too much injury, soreness doesn't count in this because I REFUSE to be mrs. complainer about being sore - it means I kicked butt! - I ran 4 miles yesterday. This might not seem like a lot to some people - but I couldn't even run to the next room 3 months ago. And I did it in 35 mins! Maybe, just maybe there is something in this 23 year old body that can function without flailing like an idiot...I will be sure to update you on this conclusion also, I MAY be jumping the gun! But today, just today, I feel like a little bit of an athlete!!!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
When I was in Middle School I was the Vice President of the Just Say No club - it taught me a lot of things. And also kept me from choosing bad paths in my life, and making the right decisions. I now like to remember those philosophies and put them to use with food, and exercise.
I like to think we all grow up with willpower. Sometimes we give in, obviously some of us really fall off the path - I'll take 80s rockstars for 500, Alex! - but otherwise I like to believe we all really try hard to make the correct decisions in life.
Then, I had a wake-up call last week. Now, that I am on this whole new health-kick and I am sure no one wants to be around me spewing my exercise and healthy food mumbo jumbo, but I like to share it with the world. I was walking with the usual spring in my step down the street in the busy city that I occupy when BAM I see a 6 month(this is a guess) pregnant woman with a McDonalds bag...I immediately want to tell her the harmful effects of those chemicals and choices on her unborn cute little fetus!!! But I stop myself, why...because I am not a crazy woman!
I shake it off, thinking...not my baby, not my choices, not my body - as we go along further in the week I see 3 more pregnant women with McDonalds bags! I mean SERIOUSLY...we are in Washington, DC - the choices are endless for lunch, and really not that expensive - and you are choosing MCDONALDS...it's a slap in the face to the wonderful restaurants surrounding us - but I digress.
The one thing that really stuck out to me, was that cravings happen I suppose. I have never had a child so I do not understand these, but I do know my Mom ate a snickers and a can of beefaroni for every meal with my older brother - and he isn't the brightest crayon in the box - no, just kidding. But I don't understand the science of baby cravings - I don't know yet. My only hypothesis is that I will knock over everyone in Chipotle to get to a burrito when I am pregnant - but I will let you know the results in about 5 to 7 years.
I do know now that willpower is a thing a lot of people need to work to achieve. I think about how long it has taken me to walk away from the candy bowl at work, to say no thank you when someone brings in a cake, to not run to the awesome bbq places every time I have a craving for red meat - so I don't know about everyone else - but I try to remember that it's a process. It is going to be a process for me.
It's like being in rehab for a unhealthy life addiction, and every step helps to get somewhere closer to the life you want to live. I know I want to set a great example for my children, but I cannot do that unless I am showing the willpower and living the life myself. So, the science of willpower right now to me is still in the first stage - learning how to make the correct choices. Here is to hoping Big Macs aren't my pregnancy food, and to take this process all the way to the goal!
Monday, April 11, 2011
What is the best part about getting healthy? Having a supportive partner through every complaint and gripe!
My FiancÚ is my shoulder to cry on, my hug to be sweaty with, and the one who yells at me to keep pushing through when I want to give up. The truth is I wouldn't want it any other way.
It's easier to make healthy choices, to get out and exercise, when there is someone to push you - to be there with you every step of the way. I can't imagine not having him running the race with me, or laughing about having to order the healthy option when we go out to eat. And it's a great feeling to have a support system right there, and not have to go to multiple people for multiple reasons.
Today, I am grateful for my FiancÚ...if you can't already tell. For always wanting to go on adventures. For telling me I can keep running when I think my legs are going to give out, and for yelling at me that if I throw up it just means the exercise was tough enough. And I love him for it all!
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