Some mutha effin results!

      After working my butt off for a solid month I am finally starting to see some results. Thank god,... I was about to dive head first into the biggest cheeseburger I could find if it didn't start happening soon. I'm such an impatient person and if I'm putting in effort and getting nothing back I can be a giant baby about it. Every Friday my awesome workout guru  takes my measurements for me. Because I suck at it, I never can remember where I measured last and most of the time I end up frustrated and in tears. The same with the scale, I have even contemplated having a good heavy cry while weighing myself to see how much my tears weigh me down. So last Friday she measured me and whalaha I lost an inch and half off my chest, an inch from my waist and two inches from my thighs. I was so stoked I spend the whole day with a weight loss high. I've only lost 4 pounds so far but I'm tightening up and that is progress. So I'm happy.

    The plan has been altered slightly due to my new full time landscaping gig. I recently began working with the hub full time, like legit full time. I used to work with him a lot but we worked 3 maybe 4 hour days a few days a week. Not enough for me to feel like I got a real work out. That sure has changed. We have been pulling 7 and 8 hour days 5 days a week. It's been kicking my butt and shrinking it too. I am feeling so strong now. My stamina for work increases daily and I can hold my own with the hub finally. I make sure to do my cardio fit class every single week, it makes missing any other classes okay because it's the mother of all workouts. I'm still hitting up my body pump class when I can peel my sore body out of bed on time. Sleep comes easy now, sometimes out of no where I feel like I could crash out. Such a difference from 6 months ago. I can feel myself changing and I'm super excited about my future for the first time in a long time. 

     Food is still my biggest issue. I crave the old favorites, nachos, pizza, and espressos. I've found some good substitutions for these long lost friends. Turkey with mustard is my new favorite lunch. Did you know that mustard has no calories, like no anything, so I can eat it on everything. It's not amazing like cheese but it curbs the wants. I still have my coffee but I have it at home. If I get tempted by a coffee stand I remind myself of the workout it will take to burn off that drink, and I have a cup of tea. We also tried our first cauliflower crust pizza last week and it turned out much to my surprise delicious. It's time consuming and not nearly as easy as a good ole pre made crust is but It's all about the effort right. Effort in improving myself begins with the effort I put into my food, my workouts, and my life. Easy is fattening and being fat is too easy for me. I've finally got some momentum going and not about to let it end. 

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.
 

To beer or not to beer?

     Beer... Yay or nay? Back in the day it was a nay. I never really liked the taste of beer. I was more of a wine cooler or Zima kinda girl. (hangs head in shame) That was until I met my fiance and he introduced me to wheat beers. Now beer is a YAY! I really like golden ales, summer blends, and beer with hints of oranges or lemons. This last winter I've developed a passionate love of Blue Moon  ♥  It's crisp, refreshing, and so very delicious. You get the picture, if not here is a picture. Looks good right?
   
It's just so unfortunate that I developed a love for this beer while fighting a weight loss battle. It seems I have a terrible weakness for it. It doesn't have to be special occasion, it doesn't even have to be a weekend. Sunshine, a good mood, or even a hard days work will have me giving up on all of my goals. At 164 calories a beer and an average consumption of 4 to 5 maybe even 6 (don't judge me) that is a whopping 984 or so calories. Holy shit right? I know, and it all goes straight to my gut and butt. This beer calorie madness to stop. So some of my new goals this spring will be, to not give in to my beer temptations. To resist the urge to back deck lounge with a nice cold brew. To not sweet talk the hub into caving in with me. To make it a reward and not a hobby. ;) It will be harder come summer, but I am strong. Beerless and fearless will be the name of the game. Then maybe "once in a blue moon" I will earn myself a few beers. Guilt free and all the healthier for it. They say you are not suppose to reward yourself with things, but screw them. I will workout for beer!

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.

Those days. NSM (Not safe for men)

    As a woman we all have those days. Today I missed my workout for that reason. Those days that no matter what you had planned your body decides to throw your emotions, energy, and comfort into a tailspin. I'll just say it. Your cycle. The unmentionable. Yet whenever group of women are together it's always mentioned. It varies for most women, some handle it's coming and goings with ease. Some hunker down cloaked in a pain that cannot be described in words. It's every little girls fear and anxiety to receive this gift of womanhood. You wait for it, almost excited for it to invite you into the club. Yet once received it becomes every woman's curse until menopause.  I cannot count the amount of plans that have been ruined. Camping trips, concerts, even both half marathons. I have spent years ignoring it's existence then letting it surprize me. Now at 33 I've finally smartened up. last year I downloaded and app for my Iphone called Period Tracker and It has made my life so much easier. With just a touch of the finger it makes planning trips, dates, and workout so much easier.


 I'm sure that a lot of women actually listened in 5th grade, when we were taught to keep our little calenders up to date and count out our 23 to 26 days to calculate. But being the natural born rebel that I was, I thought I was above it all. Not anymore. Thanks to technology not only can I play angry birds while I am crumpled over with cramps, and can input my monthly data and my phone will learn my cycles. It's awesome.

 For those of you that are still living in the 1800s my apologies for this post.  In my home it's not a secret. My boys know when I'm in pain and I don't lie to them. I explained it to them both years ago, and they are not disgusted, they know it's where life comes from. They are going to be great husbands with nothing but sweet sympathy for their wives someday. Just like my hub is for me. There is no shame ladies, we are baby making miracles and reminded of it monthly  Don't judge me for my honesty. I could have used detailed pictures you know. ;)

Oodles of noodles (Squashed)

   Last night for dinner I thought I'd try my hand at my first comfort food alternative. I'm part of a large family and grew up eating spaghetti once a week for years. It's cheep and and easy and can feed an army. I make it a lot. It was one of the first thing's I learned to cook, and like I said "cheep and easy". My youngest is 11 and would it eat every night if he could. So to take it away from the boys just seems cruel, they are not the chubby ones, and as long as they are not devouring an entire pot it's okay.

            The spaghetti alternative (Solo mission)

(source)

   I found about a thousand recipes for spaghetti squash on pinterest and decided I'd just wing it. I chose the directions for cooking the squash here How to make a spaghetti squash and baked that puppy up. I was nervous. The guts looked and smelled just like pumpkin, and I hate pumpkin. But after it was baked It really didn't smell like anything. I shredded up the noodles per say, and covered it in marinara with a few crumbles of goat cheese. It really wasn't bad. The shreds were a little tuffer than al dente noodles ( probably from my lack of cooking skills),  but I ended up eating most of it. I'm not going to lie and say it was the best thing ever, but I will say it was very filling. I think I'll make it again sometime maybe adding meatballs and basil. I'm just glad that it turned out edible on my first try.

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.