March 5th, 2015.
I am cast in Anything Goes... a fun Cole Porter tap dancing show on a boat. Who am I playing? The sexy gangster Erma. Belly... baring.. hottie tamale ERMA. I have earned a new level... I have felt stuck in a little box of 'cute' girlness that longs to be considered pretty or BEAUTIFUL and hell on wheels i have been cast in a sexy bombshell role.
I dig it.
What I am nervous about? A natural thing most normal girls would be nervous about... tap dancing in a little more than a bikini thank you.
Which brings me to another topic - food sensitivities.
I had a pregnancy scare recently that turned out to be not a baby (thank goodness as now is not the time) BUT a food baby. I am sensitive to both gluten and dairy meaning that when I consume these things I tend to become painfully bloated. The rough part as many in the world know - is that I love these things. Chocolate milk, cheese, bread... bagels... deliciously sinful things that now make me think that there may be another human inside of me. GREAT. So I am challenging myself to try out a month free of these things that don't make me feel awesome.
I will do my best to cut these out... and see how that affects my body and energy and confidence.
Measurements right now (in full on food baby mode thank you) :
Chest - 38 (..... i don't know where those came from....)
Waist - 31
Hips - 44
I would LOVE to shave 3 from the chest, 1-2 from the waist and 4-5 from the hips. I am running... I am dancing... I am combat training... so I am happy with that side of things - I really think I may be being held back from my gluten, cheese dipped offspring.
Wish me luck...
A
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Mountain Girl
Hello mountains!
How weird does it feel to fly somewhere without a return ticket 'home'? Let me tell you.... it is an odd feeling after 7 years. I am so not used to LIVING in Calgary. Toronto oddly enough I got extremely used to. One does that whole adjusting thing.
Back to a readjusting and relearning how to be a Calgary girl on a BUDGET.
Obviously fitness is extremely important to me. Blogs for me have always seemed to focus around training and weight loss. Thanks to a broken heart I'm pretty happy where I am weight wise (take THAT revenge sexy body). My main interest is rediscovering this beautiful city in a way that doubles as a gym.
I LOVE the gym - don't get me wrong... but hello ?! I am lucky enough to have the mountains pretty much at my fingertips and i have trails that have hills and rocks to jump on so why the hell not give it a year of purely playing outside to keep up my goals.
I do still have a half marathon on the back burner thanks to a certain Nashville girl also making her way home eventually.... so running will be on my radar.
So what has gone on so far you ask? WELL let me tell you about it.
Crowfoot Hot Yoga has a great deal (bonjour budget) where for your first week of classes you can sign up UNLIMITED for only $25.00. A drop in class by itself is $18.00. BOOM instant motivation. I bought the week pass on Wednesday - attending class Wednesday and Thursday night and hope to get in at least two more classes before Wednesday rolls around again. I want to get those classes under $10.00 a class... built in motivation.
I did not take Friday off! NO WAY. Friday I ran a 7k route around Scene Acres during sunset. Watching the sunset behind the mountains is something you can't watch on a treadmill people!!
Today I have two options..... I want to run again because although decent distance wise - my run last night felt pretty sucky. Running altitude always seems to hit me on that first run back in the mountains. I want to give it a second go this morning and hit up either a nice hilly route in Silver Springs or a familiar 8k route in Confederation Park.
BOOM.
How weird does it feel to fly somewhere without a return ticket 'home'? Let me tell you.... it is an odd feeling after 7 years. I am so not used to LIVING in Calgary. Toronto oddly enough I got extremely used to. One does that whole adjusting thing.
Back to a readjusting and relearning how to be a Calgary girl on a BUDGET.
Obviously fitness is extremely important to me. Blogs for me have always seemed to focus around training and weight loss. Thanks to a broken heart I'm pretty happy where I am weight wise (take THAT revenge sexy body). My main interest is rediscovering this beautiful city in a way that doubles as a gym.
I LOVE the gym - don't get me wrong... but hello ?! I am lucky enough to have the mountains pretty much at my fingertips and i have trails that have hills and rocks to jump on so why the hell not give it a year of purely playing outside to keep up my goals.
I do still have a half marathon on the back burner thanks to a certain Nashville girl also making her way home eventually.... so running will be on my radar.
So what has gone on so far you ask? WELL let me tell you about it.
Crowfoot Hot Yoga has a great deal (bonjour budget) where for your first week of classes you can sign up UNLIMITED for only $25.00. A drop in class by itself is $18.00. BOOM instant motivation. I bought the week pass on Wednesday - attending class Wednesday and Thursday night and hope to get in at least two more classes before Wednesday rolls around again. I want to get those classes under $10.00 a class... built in motivation.
I did not take Friday off! NO WAY. Friday I ran a 7k route around Scene Acres during sunset. Watching the sunset behind the mountains is something you can't watch on a treadmill people!!
Today I have two options..... I want to run again because although decent distance wise - my run last night felt pretty sucky. Running altitude always seems to hit me on that first run back in the mountains. I want to give it a second go this morning and hit up either a nice hilly route in Silver Springs or a familiar 8k route in Confederation Park.
BOOM.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Boom
It hasn't been a year since my last post.... that is way more impressive than I thought this would be.
What an interesting year it has been to boot. I've learned a lot. I've lived alone for over a year now... and I do love it. There have certainly been moments of princess sydrome getting kicked in the face. Mice... spiders... house centipedes (or as I refer to them - mexicans)... ants.. you name the beast... I dealt with them. It sounds small but killing your own monsters helps you man up. I still need to bust out Raid with the juicy buggers... but for the most part - I get rid of my own monsters.
The mice... well. That was the worst of it all. Nothing like lying in bed at night terrified to hear the wooden snap of the traps going off and terrified not to hear it. Then... hearing the snap and having to deal with the mess inside of it. Uggggg. Thankfully... that is a problem that is long gone and hopefully I will move out of this place before the little guys want to move back in at the end of the summer.
I certainly fell off the boat in terms of working out. I have a fine line where I work out because I want to and work out because I feel guilty if I don't. Obviously one of these things is healthy and the other is scary.... so I try to balance it as much as possible without killing myself.
As of late... I've really wanted to put some focus into my chicken wings. They are not as toned and lean as I'd like them to be... so that's going to change! I can totally do it.. I just need to refocus where I put my efforts in. Right now I am doing a lot of cardio and I need to throw in some arm stuff to really lean out.
I also need to stop eating delicious things like chocolate like it's a food group.
BWA HA.
Anyway. Everyday is a potential moment for a fresh start so... today... I woke up (after a semi awful night at work getting told by a customer that I was 'certainly not skinny') and decided to clean. That's a workout! While i was scrubbing my kitchen floors with pine-sol... i tried to focus a lot of weight into my arms. I think part of making a change comes from consciously thinking about that change. Today my shift at work is a pre-close.. which means I get to lift a whole shit ton of heavy stuff. So in the back room... i might do a few squats and lunges along with lifting coffee beans and flavoured syrups. Another essential ingredient to today being a success is avoiding that darn pastry case. I find it so hard at night to resist the flaky delights in there.... but i just have to remember that those little fiends are part of what hold me back and feed my inner comfort food monster... I need to DO things rather than fall into a comfortable space. That's the only way to truly grow.
So today... after I finish this blahrg... I am going to continue to clean my wee basement so that I adore it once again... then make myself something healthy and delicious for breaky... then WALK to work and get myself set up for a good day.
Mini goals.
- no pastries
- 10 squats, 10 lunges
- 2 60 second planks
- clean basement
- conscious focus on my arms
- walk to and from work (5km just like that!)
-A... aka.. the Pastry monster.
What an interesting year it has been to boot. I've learned a lot. I've lived alone for over a year now... and I do love it. There have certainly been moments of princess sydrome getting kicked in the face. Mice... spiders... house centipedes (or as I refer to them - mexicans)... ants.. you name the beast... I dealt with them. It sounds small but killing your own monsters helps you man up. I still need to bust out Raid with the juicy buggers... but for the most part - I get rid of my own monsters.
The mice... well. That was the worst of it all. Nothing like lying in bed at night terrified to hear the wooden snap of the traps going off and terrified not to hear it. Then... hearing the snap and having to deal with the mess inside of it. Uggggg. Thankfully... that is a problem that is long gone and hopefully I will move out of this place before the little guys want to move back in at the end of the summer.
I certainly fell off the boat in terms of working out. I have a fine line where I work out because I want to and work out because I feel guilty if I don't. Obviously one of these things is healthy and the other is scary.... so I try to balance it as much as possible without killing myself.
As of late... I've really wanted to put some focus into my chicken wings. They are not as toned and lean as I'd like them to be... so that's going to change! I can totally do it.. I just need to refocus where I put my efforts in. Right now I am doing a lot of cardio and I need to throw in some arm stuff to really lean out.
I also need to stop eating delicious things like chocolate like it's a food group.
BWA HA.
Anyway. Everyday is a potential moment for a fresh start so... today... I woke up (after a semi awful night at work getting told by a customer that I was 'certainly not skinny') and decided to clean. That's a workout! While i was scrubbing my kitchen floors with pine-sol... i tried to focus a lot of weight into my arms. I think part of making a change comes from consciously thinking about that change. Today my shift at work is a pre-close.. which means I get to lift a whole shit ton of heavy stuff. So in the back room... i might do a few squats and lunges along with lifting coffee beans and flavoured syrups. Another essential ingredient to today being a success is avoiding that darn pastry case. I find it so hard at night to resist the flaky delights in there.... but i just have to remember that those little fiends are part of what hold me back and feed my inner comfort food monster... I need to DO things rather than fall into a comfortable space. That's the only way to truly grow.
So today... after I finish this blahrg... I am going to continue to clean my wee basement so that I adore it once again... then make myself something healthy and delicious for breaky... then WALK to work and get myself set up for a good day.
Mini goals.
- no pastries
- 10 squats, 10 lunges
- 2 60 second planks
- clean basement
- conscious focus on my arms
- walk to and from work (5km just like that!)
-A... aka.. the Pastry monster.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Self Help.
Moving out on my own has been one of the most liberating things I have ever done. I feel forced into a land of limbo and uncertainty where all of my past demons are fighting their way up and out into my headspace to see how I can handle them alone.
So far... that's been going ok. But my deepest demon and the wall that is the thickest and built with the best brick... is rearing it's face again.
I'm having huge esteem issues.
There we go. As much as I want to be a voice of promoting self-esteem and a voice of reason for girls who have so much loathing for their own bodies.... I am a hypocrite. I am in a constant battle with myself. Even the half-marathon training was fuelled because i wanted to be skinny at the end of it all. Not because I wanted to be able to do it. YES doing it would be amazing - and I still very much want to do it one day. But I want to do it for the right reasons.
I have this spider web of conflict inside of me that has been woven for 24 years. So I think the best thing to do is get it out. It's not like it's a secret. Unfortunately those that I love are the ones that have to deal with my ugly side. ANd that's really not fair. Trust does not mean equate to a free pass for dumping baggage. It makes those you love feel like shit. I am sorry for that. This is my issue.. and it's a nasty one. I think the only way to solve it is by not bullshitting. I want to lose weight. I want to be healthy doing it. I want love... I want support. I also want everyone to say it's not necessary!!! Hell - no one wants to hear that they need to drop weight. It's a really shitty thing to hear and an even shittier one to suck up and absorb. My agent says I need to do it. So I will. This is it... And it's going to be healthy.
I've started the 4 Hour Body 'transformation'. I am on the slow-card diet. I eat a lot of beans, proteins, and veggies 6 out of 7 days a week. The 7th day is a fiesta of all things naughty in high quantities designed as it feels (as I am on my very first cheat day RIGHT now) - like shit. I am in sugar coma... I have been pooping constantly... aaand I feel fat. Part of that heavieness comes from my current disposition.
Anyway. Week one was a success! I'm not judging successes in weight loss yet. But I CAN do it. I am capable of this. I learned that in week one. I am still not emotionally stable enough to step onto a scale. That will be my goal at the end of this.
I have to nap now... the sugar coma is really rocking my eyelids.
basic point of this post is to get it out in the open that i do have a problem. A problem that is a boarder line full blown eating disorder. But I know that. And I want to fix it.
A
So far... that's been going ok. But my deepest demon and the wall that is the thickest and built with the best brick... is rearing it's face again.
I'm having huge esteem issues.
There we go. As much as I want to be a voice of promoting self-esteem and a voice of reason for girls who have so much loathing for their own bodies.... I am a hypocrite. I am in a constant battle with myself. Even the half-marathon training was fuelled because i wanted to be skinny at the end of it all. Not because I wanted to be able to do it. YES doing it would be amazing - and I still very much want to do it one day. But I want to do it for the right reasons.
I have this spider web of conflict inside of me that has been woven for 24 years. So I think the best thing to do is get it out. It's not like it's a secret. Unfortunately those that I love are the ones that have to deal with my ugly side. ANd that's really not fair. Trust does not mean equate to a free pass for dumping baggage. It makes those you love feel like shit. I am sorry for that. This is my issue.. and it's a nasty one. I think the only way to solve it is by not bullshitting. I want to lose weight. I want to be healthy doing it. I want love... I want support. I also want everyone to say it's not necessary!!! Hell - no one wants to hear that they need to drop weight. It's a really shitty thing to hear and an even shittier one to suck up and absorb. My agent says I need to do it. So I will. This is it... And it's going to be healthy.
I've started the 4 Hour Body 'transformation'. I am on the slow-card diet. I eat a lot of beans, proteins, and veggies 6 out of 7 days a week. The 7th day is a fiesta of all things naughty in high quantities designed as it feels (as I am on my very first cheat day RIGHT now) - like shit. I am in sugar coma... I have been pooping constantly... aaand I feel fat. Part of that heavieness comes from my current disposition.
Anyway. Week one was a success! I'm not judging successes in weight loss yet. But I CAN do it. I am capable of this. I learned that in week one. I am still not emotionally stable enough to step onto a scale. That will be my goal at the end of this.
I have to nap now... the sugar coma is really rocking my eyelids.
basic point of this post is to get it out in the open that i do have a problem. A problem that is a boarder line full blown eating disorder. But I know that. And I want to fix it.
A
Friday, April 29, 2011
Postponing
It's official. I will not be running my half as planned on May 15th. I will however enlist in some Running Room training times and get my 21km run in October!! This past month has really just knocked me out physically.
I've been getting back into the gym. Not that I spent very long away from it - but when a girl is used to hitting the gym every other day for almost a year - missing it for almost a week is awful! I've since run a couple of times and hit my epic ass kickings of all ass kickings - the self named spinlates doosey.
Another thing that needs to be said... is that the running was very much inspired by CN. He stands by it being the best weight loss tool - and yes I have lost weight... but I am finding myself kind of rebelling against running for the time being. A work out is a work out. If you are working hard, your heart is beating and your body is sweating - then you are doing good things for yourself.
Spinlates is when I go to an hour spinning class followed by Pilates class. It's KILLER. You work your ass off in both. And spinning makes me not think about time. I don't fixate on how much longer is left in the class - i have fun. I listen to the beat of the music and pound it out. And sweatwise? I am a hot mess. Then going immediately to a Pilates class that is focusing on killing my abs really helps me to work everything.
Speaking of hot messes... this past week has been a little tough. I've started to feel really alone - which makes sense considering I ended a 2 and a half year partnership of not aloneness. Now it's just me. It is hard to let that sink in and stomach it. In fact... I haven't reaaallly been able to handle a lot of food over the past week and a bit. My appetite is shot. This is another reason I can't see myself doing the half on the 15th. I'm starting to really abuse myself with eating. I realize that this is an issue. It's weird when you don't eat because you're not hungry... and then consciously not eat because you're addicted to the feeling of an empty stomach. It's a really sick feeling of control. Should I have chosen to attempt the half, in all seriousness - I fear I would have passed out along the route. Don't worry... I'm not going to let this go on and have it turn into some full blown eating disorder. The fact that I know what I'm technically doing is a good first step to not letting it go further. To combat it, I am packing up a nice healthy dinner to bring to work tonight.
Anyway. This isn't that exciting of a post but I do hope it was enjoyable in some sense.
Ta!
I've been getting back into the gym. Not that I spent very long away from it - but when a girl is used to hitting the gym every other day for almost a year - missing it for almost a week is awful! I've since run a couple of times and hit my epic ass kickings of all ass kickings - the self named spinlates doosey.
Another thing that needs to be said... is that the running was very much inspired by CN. He stands by it being the best weight loss tool - and yes I have lost weight... but I am finding myself kind of rebelling against running for the time being. A work out is a work out. If you are working hard, your heart is beating and your body is sweating - then you are doing good things for yourself.
Spinlates is when I go to an hour spinning class followed by Pilates class. It's KILLER. You work your ass off in both. And spinning makes me not think about time. I don't fixate on how much longer is left in the class - i have fun. I listen to the beat of the music and pound it out. And sweatwise? I am a hot mess. Then going immediately to a Pilates class that is focusing on killing my abs really helps me to work everything.
Speaking of hot messes... this past week has been a little tough. I've started to feel really alone - which makes sense considering I ended a 2 and a half year partnership of not aloneness. Now it's just me. It is hard to let that sink in and stomach it. In fact... I haven't reaaallly been able to handle a lot of food over the past week and a bit. My appetite is shot. This is another reason I can't see myself doing the half on the 15th. I'm starting to really abuse myself with eating. I realize that this is an issue. It's weird when you don't eat because you're not hungry... and then consciously not eat because you're addicted to the feeling of an empty stomach. It's a really sick feeling of control. Should I have chosen to attempt the half, in all seriousness - I fear I would have passed out along the route. Don't worry... I'm not going to let this go on and have it turn into some full blown eating disorder. The fact that I know what I'm technically doing is a good first step to not letting it go further. To combat it, I am packing up a nice healthy dinner to bring to work tonight.
Anyway. This isn't that exciting of a post but I do hope it was enjoyable in some sense.
Ta!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
My Letter to Juliet
I have taken a mental health and heart break and have basically fled to Calgary for recluse over the past few days. I have been doing things my way... seeing people who feed my soul with good things, sleeping, planning, silly movie watching with my poor mom. Basically I've begun to re-fall in love - with myself. I know that sounds lame and conceited and blah blah blah... but's it isn't in the least. I've really had a huge and very real and scary disconnect with myself lately. I haven't been honest with myself at all and my body began to rebel sending me into funks and sickness that I didn't understand. I lost my voice for an audition I really cared about... and I think it was my bodies way of telling me to wake the fuck up and start looking around you and the life that you are living. Is this it? Is this what you want?
I'm awake now. My soul is itching to be fully connected with my head and heart again but oo boy some things just do a number on you. I have never been in the kind of pain I feel right now. It is literally as if someone were taking my heart and scraping away at all the surrounding area created a membrane of very real and intense pain. My chest hurts man! I don't know what a heart attack is like (and hopefully.. i never will) but... wow. Heartbreak is akin to death. The scary thing is... this is my choice. This is self inflicted heartbreak. This is heartbreak filled with resent, fear, love, excitement and curiosity.
How fucked up is that?!
Anyway. I watched the movie 'Letters to Juliet' tonight and was pretty swept away at the thought of it. I felt so personally and directly connected to the story. First of all... I am your Grade A hopeless romantic. I have times where I want someone to make some profoundly embarrassing display of emotions ala the Brat Pack movies. Which makes me fear that I live in my own high expectation ridden world of ideals about love. Basically.. I think that although love has times that are tough - that it should be easy and smooth sailing and logical in a slightly illogical way. Real love should happen whether you want it or not. It broke my heart (more..) to see those darlings writing letters to post on the Wall of Juliet in Verona. Girls pouring out the guts to someone who doesn't exist just because they feel that she is a person who would understand that sometimes love isn't what you plan it out to be. In fact.. most times it's not. Love can be mistake-tastic!!
... does anyone find it morbid that I am going through a heartbreak and going on about love all at the same time?
If I were to write a letter to Juliet (and the romance of that thought makes me totally want to) I would hope to say something profound. However, I think I would just wait until a lot of people were at the wall to serve as a giant mass of distraction.. and I would casually walk over to the wall and carefully (and sneakily) read other peoples thoughts. An indulgence of the heart.
AND I would probably cry because I'm a huge sap and a huge believer in love... which leaves me with hope that I can find a great, real.. love.
I'm awake now. My soul is itching to be fully connected with my head and heart again but oo boy some things just do a number on you. I have never been in the kind of pain I feel right now. It is literally as if someone were taking my heart and scraping away at all the surrounding area created a membrane of very real and intense pain. My chest hurts man! I don't know what a heart attack is like (and hopefully.. i never will) but... wow. Heartbreak is akin to death. The scary thing is... this is my choice. This is self inflicted heartbreak. This is heartbreak filled with resent, fear, love, excitement and curiosity.
How fucked up is that?!
Anyway. I watched the movie 'Letters to Juliet' tonight and was pretty swept away at the thought of it. I felt so personally and directly connected to the story. First of all... I am your Grade A hopeless romantic. I have times where I want someone to make some profoundly embarrassing display of emotions ala the Brat Pack movies. Which makes me fear that I live in my own high expectation ridden world of ideals about love. Basically.. I think that although love has times that are tough - that it should be easy and smooth sailing and logical in a slightly illogical way. Real love should happen whether you want it or not. It broke my heart (more..) to see those darlings writing letters to post on the Wall of Juliet in Verona. Girls pouring out the guts to someone who doesn't exist just because they feel that she is a person who would understand that sometimes love isn't what you plan it out to be. In fact.. most times it's not. Love can be mistake-tastic!!
... does anyone find it morbid that I am going through a heartbreak and going on about love all at the same time?
If I were to write a letter to Juliet (and the romance of that thought makes me totally want to) I would hope to say something profound. However, I think I would just wait until a lot of people were at the wall to serve as a giant mass of distraction.. and I would casually walk over to the wall and carefully (and sneakily) read other peoples thoughts. An indulgence of the heart.
AND I would probably cry because I'm a huge sap and a huge believer in love... which leaves me with hope that I can find a great, real.. love.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
My Fitness Pal and PICTURE TIME
Why has it been so long? Because I have joined a website called myfitnesspal.com.
Basically - it's Facebook for people who have fitness goals. It's a place to track and celebrate you success and track and figure out your trouble spots with people who are like minded to you. I highly recommend it to anyone looking to train for something, or lose weight.. or even just track their food for the hell of it. I've learned a lot from that website.
Essentially when you set up your profile, you enter in your goals and your time frame for you goal along with your personal h/w details. Then... it calculates how much you need to eat (not just in calories but in protein, fiber etc) and how much you need to exercise in order to reach said goal. It can be extremely eye opening. I mean.. i know sbux is bad for me but did you know that even the "slim sensations" muffin at Mcdicks has 380 Calories in it? Since when is that slimming OR sensational? NOT WORTH IT. Anyway... since starting that site I have seen a pretty exciting 3 pound weight loss. WOOOoOO
The food log is probably the most benificial part to me as I feel like I can't hide anything anymore. My fave quote being.. "What you eat in private shows on your body in public".
I do feel like I lost weight upon starting my running adventures ... but since I am highly against scales and how they make me feel... I will never ever know.
I DO know that my clothes fit great... and I feel smaller.
I also know that... my shins are KILLING ME. Shin splints are death!!! They are bad to the point of bruising on my shins. It looks like I got into a fight with something... or just walked into something. But I didn't. I just ran my tush off and BAM.. bruise action on my legs. I think this is because I've really started to kick it up a notch. I've been doing longer distance running every other day - outside. Yes. Outside. Which is tough! I don't know why but my sense of timing is really different outside as opposed to inside on a treadmill. I do know that I can run a pretty solid 8 km without stopping. I do know that i run at least 6 km every other day.
CN wants me to mention how awesome he is right now. So yes. He is awesome. But no this blog isn't about him. (sorry dearest).
Back to running... well.. no speaking of CN - still pretty scared to run with him! I don't know why but I find that when I run with people (especially him) I get all self conscious and my breathing goes out the window as I try to push myself into his gazelle like pace (stupid.. long legged ... lean muscled boyfriend...). Another one of my goals is definitely to be able to run on par with him. Without feeling like a complete idiot.
True story.
Anyway. I feel like an embarrassing picture is long overdue SO HERE WE GOOO!!!
I don't know if you can see a difference... but... i feel better walking around in my skivvies. So that's a difference in itself.
A
Basically - it's Facebook for people who have fitness goals. It's a place to track and celebrate you success and track and figure out your trouble spots with people who are like minded to you. I highly recommend it to anyone looking to train for something, or lose weight.. or even just track their food for the hell of it. I've learned a lot from that website.
Essentially when you set up your profile, you enter in your goals and your time frame for you goal along with your personal h/w details. Then... it calculates how much you need to eat (not just in calories but in protein, fiber etc) and how much you need to exercise in order to reach said goal. It can be extremely eye opening. I mean.. i know sbux is bad for me but did you know that even the "slim sensations" muffin at Mcdicks has 380 Calories in it? Since when is that slimming OR sensational? NOT WORTH IT. Anyway... since starting that site I have seen a pretty exciting 3 pound weight loss. WOOOoOO
The food log is probably the most benificial part to me as I feel like I can't hide anything anymore. My fave quote being.. "What you eat in private shows on your body in public".
I do feel like I lost weight upon starting my running adventures ... but since I am highly against scales and how they make me feel... I will never ever know.
I DO know that my clothes fit great... and I feel smaller.
I also know that... my shins are KILLING ME. Shin splints are death!!! They are bad to the point of bruising on my shins. It looks like I got into a fight with something... or just walked into something. But I didn't. I just ran my tush off and BAM.. bruise action on my legs. I think this is because I've really started to kick it up a notch. I've been doing longer distance running every other day - outside. Yes. Outside. Which is tough! I don't know why but my sense of timing is really different outside as opposed to inside on a treadmill. I do know that I can run a pretty solid 8 km without stopping. I do know that i run at least 6 km every other day.
CN wants me to mention how awesome he is right now. So yes. He is awesome. But no this blog isn't about him. (sorry dearest).
Back to running... well.. no speaking of CN - still pretty scared to run with him! I don't know why but I find that when I run with people (especially him) I get all self conscious and my breathing goes out the window as I try to push myself into his gazelle like pace (stupid.. long legged ... lean muscled boyfriend...). Another one of my goals is definitely to be able to run on par with him. Without feeling like a complete idiot.
True story.
I don't know if you can see a difference... but... i feel better walking around in my skivvies. So that's a difference in itself.
A
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