Finally in motion

    Last week I was pretty stagnant. I didn't feel like working out due to my working at work. I am one half of a two man landscape crew, and I'm the bitch that does all the bitch work. :) Now don't get all weirded out that I said that, it's not a bad thing. My hub gets the boss hat because he is the one with 10+ years experience, he went to school, and he knows the plants. I'm just a worker bee, or shall I say weeder bee. I spend the majority of my time working the dirt, pulling the weeds, and fluffing the flower beds. I don't mind it, I'm actually good at it. It's gratifying work and a good workout as well. Nothing works the arms and back like an 8 hour day on the hula hoe and rake. So it's good for me and good for us as a business. Most all of our clients love that we are a family owned and operated. I guess it's inspiring to see a couple working as a team and enjoying the work. The downfall to my work is that it wears me out. It's very hard for me to wake up at 4:50am to work out when the entire day will just consists of more work. I'm going to have to power through to get use to it, but I'm finally getting on the right track.
   This week was spring break for North Kitsap. Now normally this would mean bratty bored kids and work (we never do anything on spring break), but this break was special. My best friend drove over from eastern Washington for a visit, making this break totally kick ass. She was exactly what I needed to get me moving again. She is much more motivated than I am and she convinced me we should work off our wine consumption as we go. So everyday we did a different workout. We kayaked around the bay one morning, and it was so fun you don't even realize your working your upper body. Then we went to a hot yoga class, I was scared I'd freak out or die (we'll discuss my fear of saunas some other time) but It was awesome and not scary. We hit up Body Combat and Body pump. Two Les Mills workouts that are old favorites of ours. It was such a fun week and it felt so great to be motivated again.
   Now here comes the hard part. Keeping this motivation going without her (just typing it bring tears to my eyes). I have to get up and get busy. Regardless of work, no matter the weather, and even when I've succumb to the loneliness. She can be the spark that lit the fire, but I have to keep it burning. I have a few other friends that are helping me on my motivation quest and it's very helpful, but when it all boils down to it it's just me. My inner excuse maker needs a good smothering and right now I'm finally feeling strong enough to do it.
 

I used to run...

    Two years ago I was an anti runner. Mostly due to the trendiness of the sport around here. Everyone I knew was bit by the running bug and it was the talk of the town. I didn't really like to run or didn't really try, so I would talk a little shit and play off my hidden jealousy. I wanted to be part of the club. Finally my best friend talked me into walk\jogging with her and I finally began to understand the appeal of running. My hub loved to run, along with his dad so they signed me up for my first half marathon to motivate me. My best friend signed up too and we started training. I was able to run farther and farther with each run. It was great, it cleared my head better than any other workout ever had. We had went from non runners to finishing 13.1 miles in less than a year. It was awesome and I was very proud. Not only for finishing the race but for the weight I had lost while doing it. So we took a little time off to recoup and then signed up for another 13.1 the following year. We didn't train as hard for this one but had been doing cardio training at the gym. I was able to run way further than I ever had before and shaved 10 minutes off my first years time. This one was rainy and hard and I got a little emotional at the finish, but again I did it, and that's the point. I planned on taking a few weeks off again to recover, but life sometimes gets in the way and a few weeks turned into 8 months.
   That leaves me here, a non runner again, feeling a little jealous and no longer part of the club. I want to be, but I feel like i'm just full of "i used to" and "when i ran" stories. I think it might be one of the most difficult things I have let myself do, relapsing on laziness. All that progress I had made and then I just let it slip away. It's so much harder now to get myself out there. I want to start running with a group of women from my gym but I guess i'm a little intimidated. I did a few 2 milers alone last week and they went okay, slow but okay. I'm back to a beginners pace. Run a minute, walk a minute, cramp a little,  pant a little. I know I can get back to where I was before. It's just going to be some serious hard work, and maybe even a little courage.

The Plan... Man

I know it is uncomfortable to have someone tell you their weight. What do you say to that? "that's not that bad." or "I'm sorry" or "Holy shit". Don't feel bad it's harder to say it than it is to hear it. But sometime you just have to get it out there. It loses it's intimidation and gives you a good starting point. I'll be doing this from time to time just as a log.

Today
Weight 211lbs              Size 18                Mood cranky

The goal: 150lbs
That's 63 pounds to lose. Sounds scary right? I'm terrified.

The schedule:
Body pump... Mon, Wed, Fri
3 times a week every single week! Downfall? It's at 5:45am Ouch!!
Running-Jogging...Tues, Thurs Downfall? going alone. Boring!

The Diet:
Drink water. Like all the time. Like a bathtub full everyday.
Eat breakfast. Something I rarely do but it starts now.
Small meals through the day to keep metabolism going.
Healthy portions for dinner.
Small healthy snack before 9pm.

Foods to be cut:
Most breads. Tortillas stay, occasional whole wheat sandwiches.
Sugars.
Dairy. Coffee creamer stays, and possibly a little yogurt.

Foods i'm going to go insane missing:
Pizza!!!!!! I'll allow it every few weeks maybe. Just a slice not half a pie.
Espresso. I like it sweet, really sweet, like a days worth of calories sweet.
Nachos. My go to food. I pray to cheesus I'll be able to resist.