5 lbs Down!

Since rejoining the fitness bandwagon a week ago today, I have lost 5 pounds! This is huge for me. I know that this is mostly water weight but it feels good. The constant feeling of being bloated and just blah is starting to go away as well.

Here are things I’ve done this week to jump start the weight loss:

  • cut the soda every day at 3 pm habit
  • no more before bed ice cream
  • cut excess bread out (super love bread)
  • bought healthy snacks to keep at work (cheese and olives)
  • drank at least 70 oz of water every day (trying to get back up to a gallon a day)
  • tracked everything I ate religiously-even when it was bad (yummy Cook Out!)
  • limited carb intake
  • added Apple Cider Vinegar shots a few times a day (usually about 15 minutes before each meal)

I know that it is a long road ahead of me to get to where I want to be but I’m at a point where I’m really ready to make positive changes all around.

This was probably one of my favorite meals from this past week. Smoked chuck roast with a baked potato. I gave in to the fact that I will probably never fully get away from all carbs in the this world. BUT, I can make a decision to eat the ones that give me fuel instead of the ones that make me want to nap.

Getting Back On Track

Today starts my new journey of getting my fitness levels back on track. Baby J has pretty much weaned off the boob and I told myself when that happened I would start back all those healthy habits that were abandoned during pregnancy.

Before going back to work, I was 7 pounds shy of pre-baby weight and about 17 pounds shy of where I was when I was running races, going to kickboxing, doing PiYo, and/or Cize near daily. I felt so good and felt that I looked good too. However, after getting on the scale this morning after a weekend of fast food, I have gained a whooping 16 pounds since going back to work the first week of October. This is just unacceptable but I know exactly how and why it happened. The picture below is Hallowen and I still felt awesome and although I had gained a bit I was still able to be active and wasn’t having teenage boy skin.

When I came back to work my milk supply started dropping off from not being with him as much. I didn’t respond well to pump and started amping up my calories to make up for it. I was still drinking the sodas and eating all the wonderful, bready carbs that settled my stomach when I was pregnant. Because of depression and just wanting to make more milk, I stepped away from the scale so that I wouldn’t have that anxiety reek havoc on my mental stability and then negatively impact my milk supply. I wasn’t paying attention to what I was putting in my body and about a month ago I started seeing and feeling the effects. My skin is going wonky, feeling oily, and constantly breaking out, my stomach seems to be getting bigger and bigger, and I started feeling worse than I did when I was pregnant. As much as I love the picture of me and my little dude below, I can look at it and pick apart things I don’t like about it and I HATE that.

I know what I’ve been doing wrong, or at least wrong for my body type, and I’m making some changes to correct it. I thought about throwing myself 100% into Keto but I think I’m going to start by moving into the low carb world. I know this works for me. When I did keto the first time, when I started running and doing races nearly every weekend my body needed the carbs. I’m trying to be gentle with myself because I know that when I get stressed I eat and I feel like I am one big ball of stress 99% of the time.

This week I’m trying out some new low carb recipes, ditching the soda habit (again for like the millionth time), and watching my caloric intake. Slowly each week, I’m going to add in a healthy habit. I’m hoping by Memorial Day weekend to be back in a few of my old summer shorts.

Here is my goal for myself. I felt amazing after this run, I love the bright colors, and the tan skin. I was there once and I know with a little work I can get there again.

What are some of your healthy habits that make your life better?

Bad Dog 5k for Ronald McDonald House and a Weekend Recap

Last year this was a fun but wet run. It was also the run where I realized it would be best for me to finally get my foot/ankle looked at because it hurt every time I did any form of running on it so I had to walk most of it. Luckily, my running buddy for that race was cool with me doing just that! Thank you Brigitte! The picture below is from 2015’s Bad Dog 5k which happened on May 16th. Look at baby Reagan!

This year (and going forward) the race is going to be on the 4th Saturday in April. The weather was absolutely perfect! It was around 60 degrees at the start of the race. And slowly warmed up during my walk about downtown.

Saturday morning was a little rough to get going. This is the first race I’ve done from our new home and although I knew the drive would be longer I don’t think my brain and body wanted to cooperate with me getting there as early as I like to do. It was a full on mind game even getting to the race. Before getting on the interstate, I had convinced myself to go back home and go back to bed at least 3 times and 4 times (at least) talked myself out of it. I arrived downtown and got to Handy Park about 10 minutes before race start and even had time for pictures. I had just finished eating some type of breakfast bar as this photo was taken which I’m thinking is why I look so weird.

The race itself was fun! I took my time because I wasn’t feeling 100% until about mile 2. And that’s when I had to take some full-on stops to let traffic get through. I didn’t even try running this race because I didn’t think it would be the best idea. Especially since Jensen (the baby) discovered that my bladder makes for an excellent trampoline around mile 1.  Afterwards, I felt really good. Tired but good and hungry. So I took a selfie and went to go get some Hardee’s breakfast.

Later on that day, I went to the Southern Hot Wing Festival via the tickets that came with my race entry and discovered after walking and fighting through the crowd that I was too tired and too hot to really be down there. Luckily, Tristan and our friend Daniel weren’t feeling the place as well so we left, grabbed some snow cones, some crawfish, and started working on getting things together for the baby’s room.

Yay for baby crib! Now to start painting and organizing! Not pictured is the really amazing dresser my parents bought.

On Sunday, we went to the Grizzlies’ final game of the season and it was bittersweet but I was so glad we were able to go!

Moving

Now that the end of our stay in our townhouse is coming to an end as we are embarking on becoming home owners, I’ve started cleaning out 9 years of my life and 11 years of my husband’s. Most days surrounded by whatever stuff is in the room that I’m cleaning, I’m asking myself how the hell did we get so much junk??? A good portion of it comes from friends of ours moving and us taking their stuff, good ideas for projects landing in our guest room never to be thought of again, and the absolute failure to ever go through our master bedroom closet. I’m thoroughly excited though because getting rid of the clutter now will hopefully discourage clutter from storing up again.

Packing and cleaning has really taught me a lot about myself and my somewhat newly pregnant body. The main thing is that I seriously cannot do what I used to do as effectively. It has also taught me that I have to set up time limits on physical activity. The first overhaul day, I spent an hour cleaning, vacuuming, packing, bringing stuff up and down the stairs, and man the squats I was doing! After that day I was exhausted. My ass literally hurt when I went to bed and when I woke up. So I made a game plan, I would work for 45 minutes putting stuff in boxes, trash bags, etc. and then take the last 15 minutes of the hours (like cool down) and take everything downstairs to the trash, vacuum, and organize for movement the next day sake. This worked so well last week that this week I’ve pumped it up to almost 2 hours as of yesterday. I did take like a 10 minute break in-between to let my stomach muscles calm down before the clean-up of the clean-up.

This is our donation pile area. And also the culmination of about a week and a half of work and clean up. I’m starting on the downstairs more thoroughly tonight.

I can tell my body has missed being able to do workouts.  After the clean up, I feel really rejuvenated. I was even able to eat a salad last night! Granted I now crash a little earlier than I used to after all this work but it feels good.

I’m getting excited about having the move and things done so that I can focus on walking (I’m not even going to kid myself saying running) again especially as the weather gets so much nicer. I’m even going to set up a little yoga area for myself in the bright sunshine area of our new house. I can tell that I’m going to need as much yoga as possible in my life very soon.

Semmes-Murphey 5k: the pregnant experience

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This past weekend I decided to take advantage of the gorgeous weather and participate in the 1st Semmes-Murphey 5k. I looked at where the race would be held and figured it would be a great spot for the first race of me being super pregnant, since technically the Jingle Bell 5k in December I was only 4 weeks pregnant and didn’t know that I was actually pregnant. Sometime in the middle of the night before this race, baby decided that everything that was currently in my stomach needed to exit. I woke up the morning of the race still determined to participate even though I knew running would be next to out of the question.

By the time the race actually started I figured I might give running a good college try.

That was dumb.

But I kept trying to run for at least the first 2 miles off and on. It was like my legs, hips, and shins forgot all the times we had done this running and hell walking thing before. I would do good for a few minutes and then I could hear this little voice tell me if I kept going I would throw up. We’ve all had this voice from time to time. It used to come to me in my early 20s when I would contemplate doing another round of shots or something along those lines. Whenever I would have to slow down from running, I felt like I had taken on a snail’s pace in order to get back to normal.  At that point, I told myself that as long as I fully finished without getting sick I was a full-on winner for this race, no matter what the time said. Honestly, the time was bad but not as bad as it could have been and definitely not as bad as it would have been if I didn’t participate.

Now that I have my energy levels returning back to me, I know I need to start adding exercise back into my life. Not only for physical health but for mental health as well. Plus I seriously miss it. I just wonder what were some other mommies’ favorite exercises while pregnant?

Changing Directions

After being a member of a kickboxing studio for 2 years, I didn’t renew my contract.  This was a very hard decision but since I barely went in July and didn’t go at all in August I thought it was a good decision.

One of the main reasons for not renewing was this precious little girl, Remi.

This is her at 6 weeks.  She totally changed our lives when we got her.  She needed to go out every couple of hours and locking her up for extended amount of time was not good for her.  I would rush home most days to make sure she wasn’t locked up for hours and this made going to kickboxing near impossible.  Although there was once I was able to make it because I went home for lunch to let her out.

In the time I didn’t go to kickboxing, I started noticing a weight loss.  The month of August I lost a total of 5 pounds to hit that 20 pound mark since February. With this revelation I started examining what I was doing differently.  My eating habits were not that great due to an extreme amount of stress (which will be a whole other blog posting) but I was still watching my calories and was making sure to move throughout the day.

So I decided to revamp my whole training program and am calling it Training for the Apocalypse. I’m doing a 30-day squat challenge, some body weight exercises, PiYo/Yoga, and some cardio.  I can’t run with Remi yet because she is still growing so I’m using the beautiful morning weather to walk 2-3 miles which helps with my step count AND still burns calories. Plus I get an arm workout when I walk these two: Roxi and Remi

This is how she was after her first 5k:

Yesterday was the first day of the “training” and this is what I did:

  • 5 squats with resistance band
  • 5 jump squats
  • 5 sumo squats with a 5 lbs kettle bell
  • 5 toe out squats
  • 30 crunches
  • 90 jumping jacks
  • 30 dumb bell rows on each arm
  • 30 push-ups
  • 45 seconds worth of planks
  • 60 walking lunges

The squats I did all together but everything else was spaced apart.  The crunches weren’t originally on the plan but felt like I needed to add them.  Remi makes the floor work parts extra difficult because she thinks it is cuddle time.  I think I will try and do some “before pictures” tonight and post results if any in 30 days to help hold me accountable.

The change feels nice. I’m now constantly thinking of ways to change things up and keep them new.  I really want to improve my mile time as well so after this month I am thinking of adding in something that helps with that.

I’m working slowly on getting back to mostly low carb type of eating but it has been hard lately with all the fall goodies and chocolate has been my downfall recently.  I can tell my body isn’t happy with the increased sweets which means the PCOS isn’t happy as well.  My stomach hurts when I eat too much sweets which is telling me that my body is changing for the better.

Another change I’m noticing is my skin.  I’m not breaking out near as much and when I do it is little white heads instead of cystic acne.  Yay for changing and moving to a happier body place!

Changing Mindsets

I’m finally out of the boot! I wasn’t able to run the Harbortown 5k but I was able to walk it and this year’s experience was much better than the last.

I did run across the finish line but I walked the rest of the race.  I do love walking certain races because I actually catch some of the fun stuff along the way.  I was the only one in my running crew that actually noticed the jell-o shots. And I totally had one!  I love races with jell-o shots.

Because of the parking situation with the Gibson 5k, we did not run that one.  I was both disappointed and glad at the same time.  I can honestly say I am not at all sad that we didn’t run it.  The shirts were super lame this year too.

Like seriously Gibson, that’s all you got? Susan’s shirt was already starting to have pulls in it the day of the race and the neck was so tight for all of us that it is not even worth wearing.

The week after this race I did light workouts in fear of hurting my foot again before I went on vacation.

We went with my family to Pensacola Beach.  I was able to hit 10,000 steps nearly every day! We swam, we walked, we ate, we fished, we hunted for seashells, and Tristan caught several blue crabs.  This was the second best vacation we ever went on, the first being our honeymoon. Here’s the whole gang on our last full day at the beach.

This vacation taught me a lot about myself and my relationship with exercise.  I felt amazing each and every day and didn’t mind getting my photo taken in bathing suits through out the day either.  The last time we went we only got one photo of me that wasn’t a total head shot and it was because I was excited about a fish I caught.

This is me back in 2013, the week before I started my fitness journey.

This photo popped up on my timehop feed and I just couldn’t believe it. I had to create a before and after photo.

After our vacation my husband was going through Google photos and realized that Google did not think I was the same person.  In so many ways I am not the person I was then.  I’m happier, more active, more willing to try new things, and feel anxious if I hadn’t worked out in more than a day or two.  I love being outside even when it is hot and look forward to getting stronger and better every day both physically and mentally.

I still have days where I wish I was improving faster, losing more weight than I have, and running faster miles and I get frustrated because I’m not. PCOS makes my journey sometimes a bit more difficult with some bumps in the road but it also lets me know that it is not a weakness in my mind that is causing these bumps which helps.

This has been the biggest mindset change during my mental health journey.  I’m much more than what the stats are showing.  I’m a person that is changing wholly through this process.

The Stars and Stripes was the final race in the M-Town Series and it did not disappoint me at all.  I seriously love this race.  The race was a bit longer than last year’s but my time was about the same.  I drank a nuun before the race which upset my stomach and I twisted my ankle again due to a pothole.  If it wasn’t for those things, I know in my heart I would have finished in about 40 minutes.  Coolest swag ever.

Here’s some pictures from that race.  Gah, I love it so! I also got some pretty sweet new kicks 🙂 my pumas were hurting my feet and causing some issues from wearing out too fast so I went back to my faithful Nikes.

Brigitte did amazing in her second 5k! So proud of her!

And Tristan met me for some fireworks, burgers, dogs, and watermelon afterwards before we headed to Heber Springs for the weekend.

I also did a comparison photo for these two races. The pictures from last year are some of my all time favorite race oriented pictures and I felt that was the healthiest time for me last year.  I had finished PT and was feeling awesome. There is at most a 2 pound difference between these two pictures but the person in them looks so different.

This really reaffirmed for me that pictures tell the story of our weight loss journey even more so than the scale can.

This weekend is the anniversary of running my first ever 5k and I can’t wait to see how much I improve even from last year.

And here is one more picture because of the sunflowers in the background.