Alright, it’s week two and Weigh-In time. After 7 days, 3 hardcore workouts, 1 extra cardio session and clean eating…oh and I may have eaten a corn dog and a PB&J (not at the same time)…
The Official Weigh-In:
Week 1: (Starting Weight)
Week 2: -4.2 lbs
First Goal: Lose 10 Lbs for Trip to Nashville: 19 Days to go 5.8 lbs to go
3LBS BOOM!
Last week was my first week in over a month that I was able to make it to all three of my training sessions. It was glorious! As of Friday, my birthday, I was down 3.0 lbs from Monday. I’ve set a minimum of 2.5 lbs per week goal til my Nashville Trip. That will at least put me 10lbs down, and although I will still be far from my goal, I’ll be 10lbs lighter in my step. After an awesome workout and a little extra cardio on Friday, I headed home.
Everyone kept asking me what I was doing, where I was going, how drunk I was going to get. Truth be told, none of the above. Other than a super tight budget due to paying for our upcoming trip to Vegas, I wasn’t about to take those 3 pounds and just put them back on with night of drinking which inevitably leads to a late night trip through the Taco Bell Drive through and a day of Carbs licking my liver’s wounds the next day. I was surprised at everyone’s reaction to this. They felt sorry for me.
Well, they were the only ones feeling sorry for me.
Instead of the normal Mexican Village or other restaurant free meal or dessert, I opted for something that wasn’t totally naughty, but also wasn’t on plan. Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich. Let me tell you. After a week of eating Chicken, Broccoli, brown rice, Oatmeal and Whey Protein..this sandwich was like a flavor explosion consisting of winning the lottery, getting a pony and fireworks over the lake all wrapped into one.
Saturday my husband took his 1970 John Deere Snowmobile to the antique Snowmobile Ride In in Waconia and I got to spend the day with Timothy. We never left the house once. We made Valentine’s Day Window Clings to send to family and made our first finger painting masterpiece. Then we read a couple books, napped and laughed a lot. I’d say it was a pretty awesome day.
Sunday was a day to plan. If there is one thing that I’ve noticed, eating clean is not always cheap. Especially when you have a 17 mos old and a husband to feed as well. So, planning this week on a tight budget was insane. After 45 mins of coupon clipping, Target Cartwheeling and sale shopping, I took a load of Groceries that rang up at $112 and the coupons brought it down to $72.00. BOOM! #SuperShopper.
I decided to try an overnight Oats recipe I found on Pinterest. I’m really digging it, but next time I’ll make this variety without the maple. I don’t know why I put it in there. I loathe oatmeal with cinnamon, maple or brown sugar varieties. I’ll eat brussel sprouts before those. That’s saying alot. Brussel Sprouts are like ipecac for me. So I used Blueberries and Almond milk. They turned out great, just weird to eat them cold, but that’s easy to get over 🙂
1st week official weigh in today at 2:30 pm. Excited and nervous all at the same time. Let’s keep this Train rollin’!
Best Picture I could get…I scarfed these before I took it..whoops.
Overnight Oats with Blueberries & Maple
Man, I don’t know what’s up with my body this past week. I’ve been so swollen I can barely get my wedding ring off, I’ve been in and out of the ER and doc’s office with this viral stuff an more. I just seem to have been dealt the worst hands of cards ever in the fitness game. But just like every game, the cards will be shuffled soon.
I’m currently sitting in my favorite spot in the world. Section 303 row F seat 12 of the Ralph Englestad Arena. tonight the Sioux take on Bemidji and it’s going to rock. I just can’t stop thinking about how badly I want to sit in this seat again and not cross over into foreign airspace.
The past two weeks have felt like constant restarts..I just want one full week of workout bliss. that’s it. just one week. I know one thing, I won’t let this lack of consistency slow me or demotivate me..I need to address the issue and blow past it. I’m traveling to Nashville in less than a month…I will be down 10 pounds. I can do this.
Ok. So usually when you hear of people getting sick you think, “oh they will be just WASTING AWAY!”. Unless “waisting away” means the number on your waistline running away to college and gaining the Freshmen 15, I’m not part of that.
I ducked around the stomach flu at Christmas, I’ve weaved in and out of the Upper Respiratory Flu like a prize boxer. Then I got cocky and went down like Joe Glass against Piston Honda in Mike Tyson’s Punch Out. Ding Ding Ding. Aaand she’s out.
Yup. Out for almost 4 days last week. Now, if you’ve ever met me, you already know that we were all expecting a fat lady to sing and pigs to fly at even the thought of this. I am a workaholic. There, are you happy? I said it. So, for me to take that much time, just because I’m sick, is redunkulous.
So I spent most of last week with my son at daycare, my husband at work and the dog curled up with me on the couch or in bed watching netflix, pinning on Pinterest or both simultaneously. This, mind you, all while suped up on good ol’ Nyquil, mentholatum greased all over my face and tissues all around me.
In the end, I’m still dealing with that lingering stuffy nose, but I’m on the mend. Today was my first workout since my “epidemic”…and…wait for it. It was LEG DAY.
Ah yes Leg Day. The only time it’s perfectly normal to walk like the chicks on trashy reality TV Shoes like Campus PD after a bust. I swear after the first set of Kettlebell Squats, Deadlifts and Sled Pushes, I thought it was all over. But oh no, Benjamin had 3 of these glorious sets in mind for me. The good news? I made it through and sweat my nards off. The Bad news? there is no bad news. I made it through and didn’t barf.
So I enjoyed a sweaty post workout selfie, a Quinoa bar for complex carbs and some Amazing Rosemary Mint water.
One of the things I’ve been doing lately is jazzing up my water. My newest obsession is kinda different, but i really like it. It’s Rosemary Mint Water. It’s really refreshing and some of the benefits of Rosemary are pretty awesome!
- Rich source of antioxidants and anti-inflammatory compounds
- Improving digestion
- Enhancing memory and concentration
- Neurological protection
- Prevent brain aging
- Protection against macular degeneration
Come to find out that Rosemary is actual a member of the MINT Family..no wonder they rock together…I mean people have been putting MINT Jelly on their Rosemary Lamb for years…why not just drink it…minus the lamb…and the jelly. Ps..when they say aids digestion. That’s not a suggestion. just sayin.
Today was a pretty good day other than the -22 temps and -50 wind chills. ugh. My workout with Ben was good. If there’s one thing that challenged me today, it was my hunger. I ate on plan all day and I was constantly hungry. It was like I would eat and my system would forget I had eaten five minutes later. This wasn’t a “oh you’re telling yourself your hungry” or “you’re bored and your brain says to eat” kind of hungry..this wasn’t emotional. It was CARNAL to say the least. This is a good sign that it’s all coming together. My body is starting to amp up the way it needs in order to burn fat and start building up new muscle.
When I left Rejuv after my workout, I stopped by the local Grocery and picked up a decent sized salad I fashioned from their faboosh salad bar. Romaine, Spinach, Mixed Greens, Mushrooms, peppers, tomatoes, egg, chicken…oh the list keeps going. At this point, my hunger was ROARING. You could hear my stomach. When I got back to work, I grabbed a fork and knife, sat at my desk and this occurred.
I swear if anyone or anything had come between that salad and I, it would have been grim.
I didn’t post my Current Stats from Day 1 (Friday, Jan 3) so here we go:
Neck: 15
Chest: 50
Waist: 52
Hips: 59
Thigh: 28
Calf: 18
Bicep: 15.5
BMI: 43.1
BF%: 45
Weight: 300.4
Height: 5’10”
Age: 33
Last night was the annual Leighton Broadcasting Christmas Extravaganza! Woot! With “AL Bucks” a plenty, everyone was in good spirits as we dined on Shrimp, Beef and Chicken then ended the evening with a Hypnotist and our own Money Machine.
When they announced the hypnotist, my husband immediately tried forcing my hand in the hair to volunteer me. Of course, I resisted like a pair of too small spanx. Then the hypnotist had us all stand up and “try her simple test”. Stand up, concentrate on my voice, your hands are getting tighter and tighter together, blah blah blah. So there I was standing with my hands GLUED together above my head and when she said “open your eyes”, I anticipated there would be a room full of hands in the air. nope. just one set of hands that I could see. Mine.
Good Lord. To which, with hands still above my head mind you, I groaned loudly “Great. Just Great”. Everyone laughed and I was escorted to one of the 10 chairs up front. Funniest part, I wasn’t laughing. I was just praying that my “state of relaxation” wouldn’t take effect on my posture and have me flashing my bits to EVERYONE I work with. I had been a part of a hypnotist show before and needless to say, your inhibitions go the way of the wind. You let it ALL hang out. oy. In the end, i don’t remember too much, just that I was laughing alot, I was craving ice cream and felt like I had just taken the best nap ever. SCORE.
Even though I was sober all night, I still woke up this morning with the “We were out late last night and need a hangover breakfast”. You know the greasy spoon kind. Well, Charlie was already gone to get the car’s oil changed, so it was just Timothy and I. Timothy’s favorite is pancakes. So Pancakes it was. As I cooked up a dozen or so pancakes (so I could freeze them for Timothy later), I started to nibble one. Then it it hit me. Pancakes, although tasty and kinda nourishing are not clean. I have plenty of clean pancake recipes, but I wasn’t in the mood to make them. So I gave myself a proverbial wooden spoon slap on the wrist and stepped away from the pancake.
Instead, i opted for a different breakfast staple…Eggs Benedict…only this time, I would make it clean and sans Hollandaise…so here you go!
Tuscan Benedict (A Cleaner Eggs Benedict)DIRECTIONS:
1. Crack Three eggs into a Measuring Cup and whisk, add parmesean, a tiny pinch of salt and couple grinds of pepper, whisk again, set aside.
2. Heat your skillet over Medium/Medium High Heat
3. Drizzle in EVOO, swirl the pan then add the tomatoes, green onions and spinach. Give Em a Stir and don’t let them burn.
4. Even out the Spinach mixture on the bottom of the pan and pour in the eggs. Turn heat down to med/Med-low. Using a scraper/Spatula, stir it up a bit then let cook slowly, stiring occasionally until eggs are fully cooked. I like my eggs to not be browned..that’s when they get dry, so usually when they are all solid I yank em off the stove.
5. Toast your english muffing to desired toastiness 🙂
6. Assemble! Distribute the egg/spinach mixture over the Two Muffin halves. Top with Chopped Parsley and Basil then add a dollop of Hummus.
Eat it. Enjoy it.
If you can’t find the tuscan hummus, I would most likely pick Roasted Red Pepper. They both have a tang to them, which is EXACTLY what I love about Hollandaise. So this is a win win!
Enjoy!
Email me or comment with any questions! 🙂
Diet Shaming 101
I, honestly, don’t know which way is up anymore. My (self-diagnosed) ADD is on a Defcon 5 red alert. I feel like a Suffolk Punch (for you horse lay people..that’s a breed of draft horse). I need blinders to stay on the road ahead and I officially outweigh the top weight on my scale…and I have heartburn….and my husband just opened the credit card bills and almost had a stroke….and my son pooped in the tub tonight.
Have you ever seen the “EE” on your scale? no? well let me tell you how that works. Step 1: stand on your scale. Step 2: get the “EE” Step 3: in a panic take off any article of clothing you have on and throw it beside the scale Step 4: stand there..cold, naked and shocked when the scale reads 298.5.
How could this be? There’s no way I’ve put on more than 10 lbs over the holiday. Only pretty chicks with success stories in the magazines put on weight like that..not me. No way! .. I know for a fact I successfully deluded myself into thinking it was ok to eat anything covered in marshmallow as long as it was at “dinner time.”
If you’ve never been at this point…let me fill you in. THIS. is rock bottom. THIS is when you start wishing you could just barf to make your stomach feel better, but knowing that your upset stomach is about your Total reality check in the “weight” department, you know the second your head hits the toilet, your mother will have 18 pamphlets on Bulimia at your doorstep and be calling every 5 mins asking if you’re ok. “I’m fine mother, I’m fine. I don’t have an eating disorder.”
Sure I don’t. I may not be Bulimic or Anorexic, but I certainly have an eating disorder. Along with a procrastination disorder and the uncanny ability to have long drawn out conversations with myself while attempting to reason. And by reasoning, I’m talking about bullshit. Maybe I am only speaking for myself here, but MAN we bullshit ourselves a lot.
Long story short (too late), it’s time for me to stop dickin’ around and get some shiz done. I’m so fired up about this right now that this herbal tea i’m drinking, may as well be crack.
Reality Check. it’s 11pm. I have an appt with Ben my trainer tomorrow for my full restart. You can bet your boots I’ll be there. I’ll probably puke, passout or cry…oh lord don’t let it be all three…but I know for a fact that in 1 single workout, i can keep this drive alive. I can do this. I’ve done it before, I can do it again.
and if my mother calls, I’m fine!
Who’s late on their Resolutions? This Chick. That’s Who.
January 24th will be my 34th birthday. Yikes. 34!?! seriously. Last time I looked I was 23. Now, I’m going to be 34 with a 17 mos old, a husband, a playful labrador, a mortgage and just about anything else “grown-up” you can think of.
I find that having a baby will change you in ways that most people don’t mention. When I was pregnant I was definitely nesting for pretty much the entire time. I planted plants, cleaned, discovered and created new projects, went to church more, laughed a lot, napped a lot and just did more things at home. As soon as Maternity leave was over, it was back to the trenches and like a sad Disney Movie, all those pretty “home” projects withered away. I found myself stressed, tired and always running behind again.
I don’t think my bun in the oven gave me super powers, but I do believe it helped me to focus on what really matters: family and laughter. Sure I wasn’t always the happiest of preggo ladies, but dang it, I loved having the excuse to put my feet up and read a book or sew pillow covers or just think about ways to improve our home, lifestyle and more..all on a budget mind you.
So for 2014, I want to lose the baby weight, I want to set a bunch of goals that will help me to spend more time with family, get out and be adventurous and just plain be happy. Here goes nothin’…
Eat · Train · Lose 