Monthly Archives: June 2013

Really Hit the Ground Running

The other day I went out for a run for the first time in over 3 weeks.  I shocked myself at how I did.  I was expecting to be dragging but I pushed myself and I felt great afterwards.

My exercise routine was a little thrown off this week because my hubby and I went to a concert on Friday night.  That meant no zumba.  I had told myself I would get up on Friday morning and run.  That didn’t happen.  I’m just not a morning workout person.  Don’t get me wrong, I can hit the gym in the morning, I just can’t haul my butt out of bed to do it.

So I decided to do a 5k on Saturday morning.  It was a spur of the moment decision, but I knew if I didn’t do it, I wouldn’t get my exercise in and then I would feel crumby all weekend.  So I laced up my shoes and headed out.

It was hot.  Not super hot, prob 70-75 but in the sun I was sweating before the race even started.  I was feeling a little intimidated knowing it was a hilly run.  Even the experienced runners were talking about the steep hills.  Let’s just say I was not expecting much.  My goal for the day was to beat the time from my last 5k, and since it was my worst 5k time, I figured I should be able to do that.

I have an app on my phone that tells me how far I’ve gone, how long and my average mile pace.  The first time her voice toned out at the 5 minute marker, I thought she must have been tracking someone else.  My fastest mile time has been about 13:30-14 minutes.  She said my average mile time was 12:28 seconds.  I was certain she was wrong.  Of course I slowed down as I went and hit that 13-14 minute average soon there after, but at that point I didn’t even feel like I was running any harder or faster than any other time.

The hills were most definitely brutal.  This was not my race to run the entire distance without stopping to walk.  I have gone more than 2 miles without stopping to walk and I barely made it to 1.5.  The turn around was right after a brutally steep hill and I managed to run up half of it but I knew if I didn’t walk, I might not live through the rest of the race (of course that’s an exaggeration but at the time a perfectly logical excuse).  I slowed to walk a couple more times after that.  I wish I hadn’t stopped the first time since it was so much harder getting started again after that, but when I finished the race I was proud of myself.

I shaved more than 6 minutes off my last 5k time and more than minutes off my fastest.  While 43:34 is not fast to a lot of runners, it is to me.  I have been amazed by that time since Saturday, and while I have never been a runner and always dreaded it, I’m really starting to love the accomplishment I feel when I meet or exceed a goal I set for myself. 

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Posted by on June 25, 2013 in Uncategorized


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On the Run Again

The last few weeks have been crazy busy for us.  Moving has been an easy excuse for me to skip out on my runs.  I’ve managed (for the most part) to keep up with my workouts, but it has been over 3 weeks since I have even attempted to go for a run.  There have been a couple of times I’ve said i was going to try, but it got pushed back by one excuse or another.

I had come so far in the time I was running (far for me, anyway) and when I forced myself out the door, I thought I was going to have lost all the progress I had made.  Before my hiatus, I was running 2 miles at a time, not fast, but running.  In the new place we’re living, it is really easy to just walk out the door and run. 

So that is what I did last night when my hubby got home from work.  It was starting to get dark, but I decided the most it would be is 30 minutes and that was plenty of time.  I had made excuses long enough.

I found myself back in a similar position as a few months ago.  I took about 5 steps and wanted to stop.  I quite honestly thought about turning around after less than a quarter of a mile.  It Sucked!  My legs started to hurt, my lungs were burning and I was less than 5 minutes it.  There was no way I was going to make it a mile, much less 2. 

Then oddly enough, it got better.  Once I made up my mind I was not turning around until it got too dark for safety it was almost as it the suck was a little less.  I broke my own record for my fastest mile time since high school.  It was laughable to most runners (13:53), but it was less than 14 minutes and considering the last 5k I did, took me more than 48 minutes, that’s not bad at all. 

My run keeper app has been a great motivation for me and as always once I hit the mile marker, I slowed down (probably before that, but anyway).  So when my app went off saying my average mile time was 14:07, I wasn’t surprised, but I decided I didn’t wanted to finish strong.  I made a goal for myself to have my average time be faster in the next 5 minutes than it was at the 15 minute mark.

So I did my best to maintain my speed and I’m pretty sure I looked a bit like Rocky when my app went off saying at 20 minutes my average time was faster, barely, but faster (14:03)!!!!

So I kept going.  I started using the cracks in the road to motivate me.  I’d jog one at a normal pace, and dig hard through the next one.  It made the time go by faster, and when my app went off at 25 minutes, my average mile time was 13:56!  I was psyched.  I was exhausted, but I was super psyched. 

I didn’t make it the 2 miles I wanted to.  It got dark and towards the end of my run my I was questioning my safety.  I made it 1.85 miles.  Not bad for having not run in more than 3 weeks.

And while I started out my door dreading going, I had fun trying to beat my own time.  I was proud of myself when I walked through the door (TMI alert: and I was so sweaty, my husband asked me if it has started raining).  Not only that, but according to my app, when I finished I was on a pace of a 12:49 mile.  That is amazing for me since I ran a 12 minute mile in high school.  I proved to myself, my body is capable and I can do more than I think I can.  I was convinced I wouldn’t make it a mile and I made it almost 2 in my best time since I started running.  And I proved that the excuse I was trying to make (it’s been so long and I’m not going to be able to go as far as I did before) is not acceptable and when you set your mind to something, it’s not necessary.


Posted by on June 19, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Death By Burpees

Part of yesterday’s WOD was death by burpees and I was in fact quite certain I was going to die.  It starts with 1 burpee in minute one, then 2 burpees in minute 2 and so on until you can’t get the given number done in the amount of time you have. 

The beginning was so easy.  One burpee then almost a whole minute of rest, but as the amount of burpees goes up, the rest time goes down.  All I kept thinking to myself was, “I cannot be the first one to not make it to the next round.”  When the numbers got higher, and I wanted to stop, or take a longer break between, or got down on the floor and didn’t think I could get back up, I just kept telling myself that.

Thankfully I lived through 8 rounds and was 1 shy of finishing the 9th round.  The best part of that was, everybody stuck at that level (other than the trainer of course).  I may have only done 44 burpees in 8 minutes, (only?! That’s a lot!) and I might have thought I was going to lose my lunch, but I didn’t give up.  Even in the last minute when she said there was 20 seconds left and I knew I wasn’t going to get the 9 I needed, I still kept trying, and all those burpees were a lot easier than they would have been 70 pounds ago. 

ImageThis morning when I went to get out of bed, I noticed a great big bruise on my knee.  Apparently I was so wrapped up in accomplishing my goal, I didn’t notice I banged my knee on the floor.  It isn’t a pretty bruise but I’ll take it.  One of my friends said “If there are no bruises, you didn’t go hard enough.”  I gave it all I had last night and as usual when it comes to WOD, I can’t wait to do it again next week!

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Posted by on June 14, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Setting a Small Goal

I think one of the biggest things about success in weight loss is setting small goals for myself.  Ones that I know I can achieve, but that help keep me on track and help keep me focused.

Of course in the beginning it’s the first 10 pounds, then it’s 5% and 10%.  When your goal weight seems as huge to accomplish as mine did in the beginning, if I had simply focused on that number, it would have seemed like such a huge wall to climb.  In fact my initial goal seemed so big and impossible, I started with an initial goal of 175 pounds and a coupe months in, I changed it to 150.

Some of the goals I’ve accomplished so far is 5%, 10%, 50 pounds, and my most recent goal (which I shattered, by the way) was to get below 200 pounds before Summer.  I hit that goal at the end of May!  So my next goal is to get my 75 pounds at my weight watchers meeting on July 3rd.  That will put me at 187 pounds.  That is about 7 pounds in 3 weeks.  About 2 pounds a week (which is pretty spot on with my average so I think I can do it). 

I don’t remember the last time I weighed less than 190 pounds.  Once I started gaining weight I stopped stepping on the scale.  I know that will put me right around the weight I was when I got married, and it will put me less than 40 pounds from my goal weight!

This is a goal I know I can attain and I’m super excited to start working on it.  I’ll let you know how it goes!


Posted by on June 12, 2013 in Uncategorized


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When to Say When

This weekend was not a great weekend for me.  As I had mentioned in an earlier post, we are in the process of moving.  It’s never as easy to stick to a diet when you are not following your usual routine.  Since this weekend was the BIG move, I had packed everything.  By Saturday night, I don’t think there was even any silverware in the house.

This of course lead to the usual move routine of take out.  Friday night was pizza.  I was pretty proud of myself though.  I ended up doing bread sticks and salad bar with light dressing and veggies only.  Was it great for me?  Probably not, but 2 bread sticks and a salad is a FAR cry from a half a large pepperoni pizza.  I’m sure I would have felt better about it had I not missed zumba thanks to packing (and I was totally planning on going Saturday morning but didn’t haul my butt out of bed in time).

Saturday’s lunch and dinner consisted of Chinese food, which for me, is NEVER a good idea.  I just don’t tell myself when to stop.  Because of the amount of points I can have in a day now, in order to get the yummies that I love of Chinese I have to have it for lunch and for dinner.  Since I don’t know when to say when, I end up nibbling at it all day.  For my lunch I had an egg roll, and some chicken and broccoli, planning to save the rest (more chicken and broccoli and rice) for dinner.  Only problem is, with Chinese food, you’re hungry again 5 minutes later, and it just tastes so good, that by the time dinner rolled around, I had eaten 3/4 of my chicken and broccoli and at least half of my rice, leaving very little for dinner.  Since I was still starving (you know at 195 pounds I might waste away to nothing), I ended up eating my husband’s egg roll too.  I only went over my points for the day but 1, but I felt like crap.

Sunday morning was breakfast and coffee at Dunkin Donuts, lunch at a potluck and for dinner I had a salad, fruit and a Smart Ones meal.  In all, I didn’t go over my points by that much and I did have salad twice, but I don’t know if it was the lack of exercise, or all the sodium, but it felt like an awful diet weekend. 

Of course I’m in the last week of a weight loss challenge at work (one I was winning as of last week by 3%) and I had planned on a diet low in sodium, high in fruit and water to help boost me to a victory.  Instead, I feel bloated and blah from all not so good for me food I ate over the weekend. 

I did learn some things this weekend though.  I have decided that my Chinese food consumption is going to become very limited.  I’m hoping it’s like fast food and the longer I go without it, the worse it will taste.  I always have good intentions, I always track and save points for it, but it seems every time, I still over indulge and feel awful after the fact.  It is something I love, but it is something I can live without (because nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, right?)  Speaking of fast food, I’m also on a mission to avoid any and all fast food french fries; another food I don’t know when to say when to.  I rarely ever order them (my fast food stops now consist of salad and Subway) but my husband gets them, or my son (my son doesn’t ever eat them) and then I end up munching away.  One turns into 10, 10 into all of them (some of those fries squeaked into my dinner last night too).  Pizza is another food I have learned I have to avoid (specifically the topping, I can take the crust or leave it).  I did pretty good at that this weekend, although I won’t lie, when my son left some on his plate, I did feel the need to pick at it.

I know there are some things that cause weakness in me.  I know I am strong enough to resist, but I also know I have to try harder, especially when my routine is out of whack, because this is life and it does happen.  Either way, I know I’ll feel much better about my weekend after I sweat out some of the salt I consumed at zumba tonight!

P.S. my re-trying of some challenges was once again an epic fail over the weekend.  I will do it!  Tonight it’s squats and mean abs if I have to do them buried in boxes!

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Posted by on June 10, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Re-trying some Challenges

A little over a week ago, I started the Mean Abs Challenge.  A few days in, with the craziness of our move, I’ve been slacking on it.  I’m lucky to make it to my regular work outs.  I’ve decided that starting tonight, I’m going to re-start the challenge.  I just didn’t have the motivation going in to this one that I did going into the squat challenge a month ago.

I’m also planning to redo the squat challenge at the same time.  I’m going to be changing it up a little.  I’m going to be doing Pilates squats.  I don’t know if that is the technical term for it, but that’s what I’ve heard them called so that’s what I’m calling them (squats with toes pointed out).

We’ll see how those go for me this month.  Next month I’ll probably be starting a 100 day burpee challenge.  I could use the help/work up on those.  My burpees are like floppees; not pretty, at all!

And tonight, before a busy few days of moving, I’m heading out for some me time at WOD and maybe some zumba with my big sis.  We’ll see how much stuff I get done in the small amount of time I have.  Wish me luck!


Posted by on June 6, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Mom’s Job to Eat the Left Overs

There are starving children in Africa, right?  That must be why I feel the need to finish my son’s plate every meal that he doesn’t eat every last bite.  I do such a great job portioning out my meals, then the left overs sitting on his plate taunt me until I give it and gobble them up!  It’s never a lot of food.  It’s not like I pile my 4 year old’s plate, but it all adds up.

Part of the problem in my household, is my son tends to graze after he eats.  He might have a half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at lunch time, but a half hour later, he will often eat the other half.  If it has been tossed or put away, it is the all time end of the world.  So it just sits there staring at me.

Then there are the days when my sweet boy wants to share.  He’ll have an oreo for desert and he will insist that mama needs some or he’ll be munching on cheese its or goldfish crackers and I don’t want to discourage him from sharing.

I know it’s an excuse.  As I sit here typing, I realize what a horrible excuse it is.  I should be teaching my child to stop eating when he’s full, not accept a snack to be polite and not to eat the left overs so as not to be wasteful (not that I want him to do that either but saving for later is an option not to be ignored).

This past few weeks have been more of a struggle for me than it has been since I started.  The first month of my diet, I didn’t let anything fast food other than salad pass through my lips, I didn’t nibble from my little one’s plate, I didn’t go back out to the kitchen and hover over the left overs picking pieces here and there.  I know losing weight (and keeping it off) is about changing a lifestyle and it is obvious I not only still have some pounds to lose, but I still have work to do on myself, my self control, my eating out of boredom and my guilt for wasting food when there are starving children in Africa.


Posted by on June 5, 2013 in Uncategorized


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No sleep, eating, walking and eating some more

This weekend I participated in Relay for Life.  It is a cause very close to my heart since I lost my lifelong best friend to cancer when we were 21.  I can think of no better cause to spend a sleepless night for, with blisters on my feet, aching muscles and exhaustion for.  It is worth every second and every step.  I carry Lacy with me everyday, but I never feel her as strongly as I do on the track at Relay for Life.

It was a super hot weekend to be walking on a track.  It was in the 90’s and the sun was shining.  It was gorgeous!  Even at night it was pretty warm.  It got really damp from the humidity, but it was a beautiful night with the stars, the peepers and the candles burning in honor of and remembrance of so many who have faced cancer.

After a few miles of walking the track, I did an hour of zumba (they do a fundraiser at relay).  I’m fairly certain is was the longest hour of my life but it was great to see my kids and husband behind the stage, walking, dancing and laughing.  I swear, no event brings people together in such an amazing way.

After that I walked a couple laps with my kids and my hubby before they headed home for the night.  It was the first night since my youngest was born (9 months ago) that I have spent a night away from him.  From the time they left, I probably walked the track for at least 2 straight hours, breaked for some food, then went back to it.  My longest break was probably around 2:30 when I tried to nap with no luck, before heading back on to the track.  Around 10, they shut off all the lights on the track, with only the lights from the luminarias lighting the way.

We listened to a local woman talk about the loss of her husband.  He died after a fierce battle with colon cancer on Christmas Eve.  He was also the speaker at last year’s relay.  Her words were beautiful, inspiring and heart wrenching.  Her story was followed by a lap of silence.  I held it together fairly well until the music started.  When Sarah Mclachlan’s voice echoed in the darkness with “I will remember you…” the tears started to flow.  I walked arm in arm with a fellow team member as we sniffled and sang along.  As a senior in high school a bunch of us took a dance class together.  One of our ballet songs was “I will remember you”.  Lace and I stood next to each other, and when I closed my eyes Friday night, I could see her smiling, dancing.  She was so beautiful.


Another song played was “You Raise me Up.”  That song was played at Lace’s memorial.  I remember sitting on the porch at her memorial, feeling the breeze in my hair with tears streaming down my checks.  I feel it just like it was yesterday.  When that song played on the track, the breeze picked up, and as the tears flowed down my face, Lacy with with me, and it was the most beautiful feeling I have experienced since my children were born.


In total I walked 15 miles and was awake from 7:00 in the morning on Friday until 8:30 Saturday night (got a nap in from 8-9 Saturday morning!), I cried countless tears, shared tons of laughs with my amazing team mates and traded stories with people I had never met and may never meet again.  I got deliriously tired, laughed at things that were likely not funny, held hands and cried with my cousin, a cancer survivor.  I saw children walking the track in shirts with “Survivor” on the front and the words, “I am Hope” on the back.  I went way over my weight watchers points for the day (Saturday I had 2 bagels and a donut before 8 a.m.  Oops…lol) but I would do it all again in an instant.

I know it is a lot of hard work, it’s a big commitment.  It’s exhausting and stressful, but it is nothing compared to what those who face cancer deal with on a regular basis.  It may not bring back my best friend, but I know every year, she relays with me, and that is worth more than I can ever express.

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Posted by on June 3, 2013 in Uncategorized


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