Yesterday evening, while sitting at the stoplight at the 67 and Bradley I hear a faint, familiar ringing. MY CELL PHONE ALARM CLOCK. Apparently, I had my clock set 12 hours ahead of time, so my alarm went off at 5:45pm instead of 5:45am! So I didn't sleep through my alarm yesterday morning after all. Yup, I am an idiot! Haha.
I got up early this morning with the intention to run but my legs are still killing me and as much as I'd like to entertain the highway 8 commuters again this morning I opted for yoga. I have some great DVD's in my collection that I used to use back in the day. Let me tell you...it's EXACTLY what I needed. (It's a good thing I didn't have to use my elbows for anything, because my rug burned elbows are still tender.) I think I may just incorporate yoga on the mornings I don't run rather than take yoga classes in the afternoon. That way, I don't have work or rehearsal as an excuse to skip class. (Not that I'd ever do that or anything. ;))
Then I had a nice fat (fat, as in large) breakfast. I LOVE BREAKFAST! I don't eat carbs after 4:00pm, and because of that, I seem to be ravenously hungry when I wake up. I'm not sure how that's going to affect my morning running as I typically don't eat before I run. Maybe my body will get used to it...we'll see. Back to breakfast: 1/2 cup of oatmeal (I ran out of Stevia, so I ate it plain with some pumpkin pie spice which wasn't bad at all), and an egg white omelet with spinach, shallots and diced Canadian bacon. Yum. It seems like a lot of food when it's sitting on the table in front of me, but it's only 322 calories. Sweet. Did I mention that I love breakfast?!
Another Cooking Me Skinny staff member, Justin Kent, has issued a challenge. We both started our programs this week and were going to see who can reach their goals quicker. There's nothing like a little friendly competition to keep us both on track and motivated. You should check out his blog. We'll have to figure out what to wager on this challenge...hmmm. Whatever we decide, it's ON Justin.
Speaking of goals--my short term goal is to get down to 170 pounds by the date of the Carlsbad Half Marathon (January 24, 2010). I'll be running it this year for charity and I'm sure my knees and ankles would appreciate the lighter load. That's 17.4 pounds down from what I weighed at my first training session. (That means I weighed 187.4, for those people who don't want to do the math.) 17.4 pounds in 11 weeks. Piece of cake. ;)
Oh, and if you'd like to help support me in raising money for Christian Youth Theater, click here. Any amount would be helpful, I unfortunately have had ZERO time to fund raise right now, so a dollar or two is much appreciated. (I'm serious...If I asked a dollar of everyone I know, I could TOTALLY reach my fundraising goal.) :D
It's morning snack time; a Boca burger and baby carrots are beckoning.
Have a great day!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Day Three
Boy, I was exhausted yesterday! I slept very well last night, though; so well that I slept through my alarm this morning and missed doing yoga. Gah! I was looking forward to it too because I’m still SORE. My quads are killing me! As I mentioned yesterday, part of my training is to strengthen the muscles around my knees to help with my chronic knee problems, so I have a feeling sore legs will become a regular occurrence. Bring it. Forget that I walk like I’ve been riding horses all day; it’ll be worth it in the end.
Yesterday was the first day of my new eating plan. I won’t call it a diet because it really doesn’t feel like it. In fact, I felt like I pigged out yesterday! It’s amazing how much you can eat when it’s ‘good for you’ food. I didn’t feel deprived at all. Well, I lie, someone brought a chocolate bundt cake into work yesterday and it kept calling my name every time I walked past the lunch room door, but I was good and didn’t give in (although I did stop and smell it a couple of times.) Oh, and there was that plate of yummy brownies that one of my cast-mates made for rehearsal last night. I sat there eating my salad, staring at the brownies, trying to imagine the lettuce was chocolate. It didn’t work. Oh well.
I’m looking at my calendar right now and my schedule from now until Christmas is going to be NUTSO! The biggest challenge for me through this program is going to be my schedule. Finding the time to prepare meals so I’m not forced to eat out constantly will be difficult. There are a few weeks before the holidays when I will be busy from 8:00am until 10:00pm every night! Fitting workouts in at that time is going to be nearly impossible! I may just have to do squats, planks and push-ups backstage between numbers and hopefully no one runs over me with set pieces. I’ll work it out somehow.
I hope ya’ll have a great day today! I’m going to see if there’s any of that bundt cake left in the lunch room so I can have a sniff or two!
Yesterday was the first day of my new eating plan. I won’t call it a diet because it really doesn’t feel like it. In fact, I felt like I pigged out yesterday! It’s amazing how much you can eat when it’s ‘good for you’ food. I didn’t feel deprived at all. Well, I lie, someone brought a chocolate bundt cake into work yesterday and it kept calling my name every time I walked past the lunch room door, but I was good and didn’t give in (although I did stop and smell it a couple of times.) Oh, and there was that plate of yummy brownies that one of my cast-mates made for rehearsal last night. I sat there eating my salad, staring at the brownies, trying to imagine the lettuce was chocolate. It didn’t work. Oh well.
I’m looking at my calendar right now and my schedule from now until Christmas is going to be NUTSO! The biggest challenge for me through this program is going to be my schedule. Finding the time to prepare meals so I’m not forced to eat out constantly will be difficult. There are a few weeks before the holidays when I will be busy from 8:00am until 10:00pm every night! Fitting workouts in at that time is going to be nearly impossible! I may just have to do squats, planks and push-ups backstage between numbers and hopefully no one runs over me with set pieces. I’ll work it out somehow.
I hope ya’ll have a great day today! I’m going to see if there’s any of that bundt cake left in the lunch room so I can have a sniff or two!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Day Two – My Elbows Are Killing Me
So…I wake up this early morning and roll out of bed to get ready for a run and I’m feeling alright. No soreness. But my elbows are killing me! Darn planks! I have rug burns on both elbows with some slight bruising behind them. I’m going to start bringing elbow pads to training. Haha.
I get dressed, put on my shoes, grab my iPod and head out. After a quick warm up, I start to attempt the most hilarious running session in my short running life. My mind is saying “Run!” while my legs are saying “No, but thanks for asking.”
But I WILL NOT let this get the best of me…I WILL run the 3 mile loop I have set to do today. So, I’m forced to do this funny shuffle-thing. I look (and feel) like a kid being forced to run by a parent who is pushing them from behind and believe me it’s not pretty. I can’t seem to lift my feet more than 3 inches off of the ground so trying to navigate curbs isn’t an easy task. (Why are these curbs out to get me?) I tripped at least half a dozen times because I just couldn’t pick my darn feet up!
On top of that, my pants wouldn’t stay up, so every 30 steps or so, I had to pull them up. At one point, I’m sure my belly was hanging out for all to see. I just stopped caring. (Yeah, that’s a pretty nice visual, I know.)
If anyone was driving the 8 near Hotel Circle this morning and you spotted a pathetic looking runner, shuffling along, pulling her pants up while laughing hysterically, THAT WAS ME!
Anyway, task accomplished. My not-so-pretty run will go down in history as a reminder that I need to make sure to schedule my runs on mornings after I DON’T have a training session.
Update: 12:15pm. I’M DYING A SLOW DEATH! The soreness has kicked in and every squat, push-up and crunch is doing its job. It doesn’t help that I’m sitting most of the day, so when I DO get up to use the restroom or refill my water bottle, I definitely feel it. I feel (and look) like I should be using a walker to get around. I love it…
But my elbows still hurt more than anything else. Darn planks.
I get dressed, put on my shoes, grab my iPod and head out. After a quick warm up, I start to attempt the most hilarious running session in my short running life. My mind is saying “Run!” while my legs are saying “No, but thanks for asking.”
But I WILL NOT let this get the best of me…I WILL run the 3 mile loop I have set to do today. So, I’m forced to do this funny shuffle-thing. I look (and feel) like a kid being forced to run by a parent who is pushing them from behind and believe me it’s not pretty. I can’t seem to lift my feet more than 3 inches off of the ground so trying to navigate curbs isn’t an easy task. (Why are these curbs out to get me?) I tripped at least half a dozen times because I just couldn’t pick my darn feet up!
On top of that, my pants wouldn’t stay up, so every 30 steps or so, I had to pull them up. At one point, I’m sure my belly was hanging out for all to see. I just stopped caring. (Yeah, that’s a pretty nice visual, I know.)
If anyone was driving the 8 near Hotel Circle this morning and you spotted a pathetic looking runner, shuffling along, pulling her pants up while laughing hysterically, THAT WAS ME!
Anyway, task accomplished. My not-so-pretty run will go down in history as a reminder that I need to make sure to schedule my runs on mornings after I DON’T have a training session.
Update: 12:15pm. I’M DYING A SLOW DEATH! The soreness has kicked in and every squat, push-up and crunch is doing its job. It doesn’t help that I’m sitting most of the day, so when I DO get up to use the restroom or refill my water bottle, I definitely feel it. I feel (and look) like I should be using a walker to get around. I love it…
But my elbows still hurt more than anything else. Darn planks.
Day One – And It Begins
Forget that I had just run over a curb and heard a sound from the underside of my car that had me seeing my front right wheel rolling down the sidewalk in my mind, I had made it to my training appointment with Chris Law! (And I’m seriously thinking about getting my eyes re-checked soon…I think my night vision is deteriorating.)
Chris and I met earlier in the day to discuss my training program. I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am to be working with Chris. We’re very much on the same page with what will work for me when it comes to fitness. The program he’s put together for me is going to challenge me, help me reach my goals and help alleviate some chronic conditions I’m currently dealing with (knee problems--UGH). I'll continue to run three times a week, train with him twice a week and incorporate stretching into my routine. (Where I'm going to find the time for all of this, who knows? But I'll make it work.)
The plan is SO simple (I said simple, not easy), that I kind of feel dumb seeking help from a trainer. From my past experience with training, I know what to do, I know what to eat, but If I try to do it on my own, I’ll go hardcore for a month or so, and then fall off of the wagon. I need motivation, focus and a swift kick in the butt twice a week. That’s where Chris comes in. After one training session, I know he’s going to be great at it!
Speaking of the training session--I would like to thank Chris for taking it easy on me for the first time. Getting back into it is very much like riding a bike. But right now, I feel like I’m riding a Huffy with streamers on the handle-bars in a Pinarello world (sorry for the biking jargon, I’m sure ya’ll get my drift).
I got through Day One, virtually unscathed, and I look forward to my next training…hopefully that curb won’t jump out at me next time.
And I Just Donated All of My ‘Skinny’ Clothes…
…dang it. But they’d been taking up 25% of my closet space. I’d been holding on to those suckers for a long time, six years to be exact. I suppose I had hoped to fit into them again one day. I had come pretty close a few times, but this last July, I moved, and decided that I didn’t want to move things I hadn’t used in awhile, so off to the Salvation Army they went.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not unhappy that I don’t fit into those clothes anymore. I love who I am, no matter what size that may be. But sometimes I can’t help but think that this is the only body I’ve got, and I really should take care of it. I eat well. I drink a lot of water. I run three times a week. I don’t have any nasty drinking, smoking or sugar habits. (Although from time-to-time I like to have a date with a plate of Buffalo wings and a pint of Guinness…that’s normal, right?)
All in all…I feel great…but I know I can feel BETTER.
I feel very fortunate to be a part of the Cooking Me Skinny program. I’ll be working with the best group of fitness experts, trainers, chefs and all-around rad people.
For me, this is about renovating my lifestyle. The weight loss will come secondary. I can’t wait…
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not unhappy that I don’t fit into those clothes anymore. I love who I am, no matter what size that may be. But sometimes I can’t help but think that this is the only body I’ve got, and I really should take care of it. I eat well. I drink a lot of water. I run three times a week. I don’t have any nasty drinking, smoking or sugar habits. (Although from time-to-time I like to have a date with a plate of Buffalo wings and a pint of Guinness…that’s normal, right?)
All in all…I feel great…but I know I can feel BETTER.
I feel very fortunate to be a part of the Cooking Me Skinny program. I’ll be working with the best group of fitness experts, trainers, chefs and all-around rad people.
For me, this is about renovating my lifestyle. The weight loss will come secondary. I can’t wait…
"Who Is That Girl?"
One day, my sister was in my apartment looking at photos I had framed and hanging on the wall.
“Who is that girl?” she asked.
I had my back to her when she asked this and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out who she was talking about because I knew she would know everyone in any if those pictures. I turned around and walked toward the picture she was referring to.
“Uh, that’s me dork.”
“OH! I didn’t even recognize you! That doesn't even look like you!”
It was a picture taken backstage when I was competing for Miss California USA in 2000. At that time, I was the most fit I have ever been (well…so far). My own sister didn’t even recognize me. Ha. Good times.
Actually, now that I think about it...when I look at those pictures, I don't even recognize myself. Check it out:
“Who is that girl?” she asked.
I had my back to her when she asked this and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out who she was talking about because I knew she would know everyone in any if those pictures. I turned around and walked toward the picture she was referring to.
“Uh, that’s me dork.”
“OH! I didn’t even recognize you! That doesn't even look like you!”
It was a picture taken backstage when I was competing for Miss California USA in 2000. At that time, I was the most fit I have ever been (well…so far). My own sister didn’t even recognize me. Ha. Good times.
Actually, now that I think about it...when I look at those pictures, I don't even recognize myself. Check it out:
Crazy right?! Talk about motivation. I will get back there again. Soon. Oh yes. Soon.
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