Monday, January 28, 2013

Found a New Fitness Pal!

If you've been reading my blog for any length of time, you know that any fitness success I have is due to the amazing people I get to work out with.

Gabe, of course, my incredible trainer.  The man who makes me do stuff that most reasonable people would completely ignore.  He's like an endearing, yet tortuous little brother.  Except I can't hit him like I would my real brothers. 

Vic, the V in V-Fit.  The man who is so committed to the fitness of our community that he donated thousands of dollars of training services to not just one, but two leadership challenges.  He makes me pant, sweat, moan and scream.  Plus he's a really top notch trainer.  (If I have one criticism of Gabe, it's that he's not the kind of guy who appreciates a good double-entendre.)

My BFFs.  Best Fitness Friends -- Mary, Mary, Megan, Dee, Jesse, Omar, Kelley, Dana, Carrie, Amy, Lori, Albert, Tim, Lee, Tony. . . just to name a few.  These are the folks who cheer me on, challenge me, inspire me. 

Mary L. & I started working out on the same day.  Today she runs half-marathons and is a size 4! A strong, healthy size 4.  So proud of her!

Friends are important in fitness.  At least they are to me!

I have a new friend.  This friend doesn't have abs like Albert, or Megan's energy.  This isn't the friend who is gonna laugh at my tacky jokes like Dana & Kelley.  This isn't the friend who inspires me with his commitment to work out at 5 in the morning like Jesse.

This friend has been holding me accountable on my eating, without getting all judgy.  'Cause I hate judgy.

Wanna know who it is?

My Fitness Pal.

As in the smartphone app.

My Fitness Pal.

I log everything I eat.  It tells me things like "If every day were like today, you'd weigh 225 lbs in 5 weeks!"  Thanks MFP! 

So far it's been about 3 weeks, and My Fitness Pal has helped me lose 3 lbs.

Big deal, 3 lbs.

Dude -- that's 2 more lbs than I lost ALL LAST YEAR.

So I'm kinda digging my new fitness pal!

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Mom's Advice Applies to Social Media

"For Heaven's Sake close your mouth when you chew!"  says every mother everywhere.

"Why?" says every mouthy little brat.

"Because", replies mother patiently, "NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOUR FOOD".

Folks, mom is right.

No one wants to see your food.


Not even Facebook.

It's one thing to post a photo of a beautifully designed wedding cake, it's quite another to post that pic of sweet-potato-lentil stew you made.  I know it's delicious.  But it looks like vomit.

As a rule, food is not photogenic.

I know it looks pretty on Pinterest.  So did the white manicure with purple dots.  In real life?  It looks like I've been playing with white-out and a sharpie. 

I am happy to hear about your yummy food, I just don't care to see it.  Especially things like biscuits & gravy, corned beef hash, bean & cheese chalupas, eggs sunny side up (gag), venison chili, tapioca pudding and peanut butter & jelly sandwiches. 

The exception, of course, is a dipped Italian Beef from Portillos. 

This?  Is friggin GORGEOUS

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Mommy Boot Camp

I guess it all started when they sent the note home.

The note that outlined the goals for President's Physical Fitness Award.

The award I never got.  Ever.

I don't mean to go all Tiger Mom or anything, but I want my boys to win that award.

I want it real bad.

But not for the reason you think.

I don't care about the award, per se.  I don't care about the prestige.  I don't care about the recognition.  I don't care about the flashy patch that they get (although it will certainly be put in the scrapbook).

I care about the fitness.

I care about the heart health, the lung function, the lean muscle and the flexibility.

I have been working out like a madman to get myself to an acceptable level of fitness.  But what's the point if the rest of my family is out of shape?

They're not out of shape.  Not now anyway.

That's the point.  I don't want them to GET out of shape.

Plus, I want to spend fun, fit, active time with my boys.

But I need to exercise. 

The solution?

Mommy Boot Camp.

From now on, every Tuesday and Thursday, instead of spending a sweaty hour with Gabe, I am spending a sweaty hour with my children.  We will run, play tag, and do burpees.

We started today.

We began the way Gabe does, with a quick jog down the bay front. 

My kids jog a lot faster than I do.

A LOT faster.

Then we did a circuit.  I brought a ball and a stretchy band.  One of us did those squat-pull things Gabe makes me do, one of us did the figure-8 through the legs while balanced on the butt, one did jumping jacks and one did push ups.  We did the exercise for 1 minute then switched.

Except it's hard to tell one minute when you are balancing on your butt trying to weave a ball between your legs.

It's also hard to tell one minute when all you can hear are whines of "this is boring", "can I stop now?", "why are we doing this?", and "I have to pee".

But we are not giving up!

I made them play tag.  Have you ever seen forced tag?  One kid stands there, the other kid touches him and the third kid says "I'm done".

OK.  Fine.  Tug-O-War!  Fun!  Muscle building!  Whoot!

I put the 11 year old and the 7 year old on one end, and me and the five year old at the other. 

One - two - three PULL!


OK.  No more dollar store jump ropes. 

Then I had to yell at the 5 year old to tell him to stop whipping his brother with the broken jump rope.


Back to Gabe's old standard.

Jumping jacks.  Bicycle crunches.  Squats. 

In the end, we got 30 minutes of activity.

Nobody sweated much. 

Except me.

Next week we'll try again.

If Gabe can put up with me, I can put up with this.


Saturday, January 12, 2013

Winner! Winner! Chicken Dinner!

I wrote about some of my favorite acronyms to see who else likes to talk in code.

The winner is . . .KATHRYN!


Here are the answers:

1. LOL = Laugh out Loud
2 OMG = Oh My Gosh (or Gaw, as I like to say)
3 ROFLMAO= Rolling on floor laughing my ass off
4 BAER = Big Ass Eye Roll!!!! (my personal favorite)
5 OMFG = Oh my "freaking goodness" (that's the polite version)
6 ITA= I totally agree
7 STFU= Shut the fuck up (there's just no polite with that one. If you need to STFU, then STFU.)
8 WTF= What the fuck
9 BFD = Big freaking deal (again the clean version) (pairs nicely with BAER)
10 LYLAS= Love you like a sister (and you know I do!!!)

Congratulations and enjoy your gift card!

Thanks for playing everyone!

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Psyche Babble

December 7. 2012:

Hit a new personal best.  Down to 241.6.  Whoot!

Then came my birthday. Christmas. New Years. Paul's Birthday.

Fun?  You bet:  Cake.  Ice cream.  Tamales. Chocolate. Welsh Rabbit. Won Tons. Pan Dulce. Caramels. Chips & Queso. Pumpkin Bread.  Carmel Corn. Iced Sugar Cookies.  Candy Apples. Mashed Potatoes. Donuts. I even had a glass of wine.     

But I ran 2 5Ks.  Worked out a LOT.  Ate really well most days.

My stated goal was to maintain, not gain. I didn't expect a big loss.

January 8, 2013:

Hit the scale at 241.2. 

I should be all "Whoo hoo!  I rock!  I did it!"

I want to.  But I'm not. 

I admit it.  I'm disappointed.

Intellectually, I know I should be content with where I am.  I know that if I had weighed in last week, I'd have logged a gain, not a loss.  A teensy tiny loss.

It's my Ugly Secret Self. 

I wasn't going to tell you about her. 

I love the affirmation I get from you guys.  I love to hear about how you decided to try a new exercise or run a 5K because I did it.  I love being a positive role model.

But I have to be honest.  Ugly Secret Self is still here. 

She's the dirty part of me that says "Sure you want healthy blood, strong muscles and great endurance, but what you REALLY want is flat abs and porn-star tits.  You wanna look good naked."

Then she says ". . .face it fatty, even if you got down to 125 lbs, you still won't look good.  You'll still have that spotty red skin and those pathetic man-boobs.  Your nose will still be too long and your chin too pointy and your hair?  Please."

Ugly Secret Self is the one who says "You know what would totally make you feel better?  Chewy Caramels. Ice Cream.  You've done really well, so go ahead and have some. . . .there ya go. . . now a little more. . . a little more. . . oh, you feel sick now?  Maybe it's because you have no self control.  Tsk tsk, you were doing so well too. . . "

I hate Ugly Secret Self!  But sometimes. . . .I believe her.

Like today.

Ugly Secret Self is the reason why managing obesity is more than a matter of diet and exercise.

The hardest part of getting fit is getting that bitch to shut up.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

ITA -- Acronyms Rock

Who here talks in acronyms??  Me!  Me!

Sometimes it's cryptic, sometimes it's just easier, KWIM?

Let's play a comments game.  I will pick a comment that has all the right answers and send them a gift card to someplace yummy.  Or maybe you'll get the Chili's gift card I got from Christmas.  If I haven't used it by next week, that's probably what I'm sending. 

I am going to list acronyms I use frequently on facebook, blogs, texts & e-mails.

You translate them, then add your own favorite acronym (with translation).

If you want to play, leave your answer on the blog.  Comments on Facebook or my personal e-mail don't count.

Here are my 10 most frequently used acronyms:

1. LOL
2. OMG
6. ITA
8. WTF
9. BFD

I'll pick a winner next week.

Have fun!