Sorry I'm a little late. I think I need to be reminded of what day we are supposed to weigh in. Cause I don't remember!
Today I was
178.2
Darn. I gained two ounces. But I'm really not surprised as yesterday I had Pizza for breakfast, pizza for snack, pizza for lunah, and YOU GUESSED IT! Pizza for Dinner. I should really be surprised I didn't gain more than that!
I had my 13 week check up Tuesday and everything was just dandy. Only one more week to go until I'm into that second trimester, so hopefully I can find something that sounds good besides pizza and sugary lemonade so I can keep my weight down...Speaking of, I just drank the last of our Simply Lemonade and I desperatly need more. Who's going to go get it for me??? Not joking..I need it. If I had any money I would be packing up the car right now to run and get some. I think I will have to make a call to the hubby with Lemonade demands. My pregnancy cravings aren't being good on our "save money and don't buy things we don't need" plan.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Running, Week 2
This week I was really tempted to repeat week one.
I mean, I'm new to running, right? I deserve to slowly ease into it and get comfy (if I can ever be "comfy" running).
But then I reminded myself that the program is meant to push me. I'm not going to get anywhere by staying in my comfort zone.
So out we went and started running 90 seconds at a time. After my first little jog, as I'm huffing and puffing and trying to catch my breath I tell The Hubster, "Gee, I thought thirty seconds wasn't much compared to 60 seconds, but it really makes a difference."
The Hubster smirked and said, "Yeah. In fact, you could probably even say 30 seconds if half as much as 60 seconds."
**cue angry glare**
"Yes, dear, I suppose you could say that."
Smart alec.
But don't worry, I know he got the jist of what I saying because it's wasn't long before he remarked, "This is quite a workout today."
Exactly.
I mean, I'm new to running, right? I deserve to slowly ease into it and get comfy (if I can ever be "comfy" running).
But then I reminded myself that the program is meant to push me. I'm not going to get anywhere by staying in my comfort zone.
So out we went and started running 90 seconds at a time. After my first little jog, as I'm huffing and puffing and trying to catch my breath I tell The Hubster, "Gee, I thought thirty seconds wasn't much compared to 60 seconds, but it really makes a difference."
The Hubster smirked and said, "Yeah. In fact, you could probably even say 30 seconds if half as much as 60 seconds."
**cue angry glare**
"Yes, dear, I suppose you could say that."
Smart alec.
But don't worry, I know he got the jist of what I saying because it's wasn't long before he remarked, "This is quite a workout today."
Exactly.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Tuesday Tip: Get Inspired
I know that I've done a "Get Inspired" tip before. But hey, getting inspired is never a bad idea. And honestly, for me, it's a constant need. Because the inspiration tends to fade over time.
One of the reasons that I'm glad it's fall is because one of my "biggest" inspirations is back.
The Biggest Loser
I never used to watch this show. I tuned in for parts of it when it was on tv. The end would particularly drive me crazy. Wait, wait, wait, weight. Wait, wait, wait...commercial...weight. I mean, why do you have to keep breaking to commercial? It's not like I'm not going to stick around to watch the end if you don't keep me in suspense. It's just mean. I still want to see who has been voted off at the very end so you already have me hooked.
Last season was the first season that I actually watched of this show. I'll admit that I only watched it one day because I was working on the computer, wanted some background noise, and it was displayed prominently on Hulu. Yeah, sure, why not?
The first week was actually kind of interesting, especially considering my new-found desire to lose weight. That week, I found myself working just a little harder because the contestants had put their all in. So I tuned in the next week. And the next. It was a weekly inspiration to get up, get moving, work harder, make it happen.
If you want to try some continual inspiration, go give it a try. For me, there's no way that I can just sit around the house after watching an episode. I always have to get up and go do something. Anything. Just as long as I'm out spanking those pounds!
One of the reasons that I'm glad it's fall is because one of my "biggest" inspirations is back.
The Biggest Loser
I never used to watch this show. I tuned in for parts of it when it was on tv. The end would particularly drive me crazy. Wait, wait, wait, weight. Wait, wait, wait...commercial...weight. I mean, why do you have to keep breaking to commercial? It's not like I'm not going to stick around to watch the end if you don't keep me in suspense. It's just mean. I still want to see who has been voted off at the very end so you already have me hooked.
Last season was the first season that I actually watched of this show. I'll admit that I only watched it one day because I was working on the computer, wanted some background noise, and it was displayed prominently on Hulu. Yeah, sure, why not?
The first week was actually kind of interesting, especially considering my new-found desire to lose weight. That week, I found myself working just a little harder because the contestants had put their all in. So I tuned in the next week. And the next. It was a weekly inspiration to get up, get moving, work harder, make it happen.
If you want to try some continual inspiration, go give it a try. For me, there's no way that I can just sit around the house after watching an episode. I always have to get up and go do something. Anything. Just as long as I'm out spanking those pounds!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Sara Weigh In
My weight this week is sitting at 187.8. I know, I know, it's a little higher because it's actually gone up since I started working out again. But it did the same thing last time before it started dropping, so this is the point where I persevere and keep plugging away. It'll get there.
I recently read something on pinterest that pointed out:
"It takes 4 weeks for you to notice your body changing, 8 weeks for your friends to notice, and 12 weeks for the rest of the world to notice. Give it 12 weeks. Don't quit."
And that's my plan...at the very least.
I recently read something on pinterest that pointed out:
"It takes 4 weeks for you to notice your body changing, 8 weeks for your friends to notice, and 12 weeks for the rest of the world to notice. Give it 12 weeks. Don't quit."
And that's my plan...at the very least.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Running
My first week has officially been completed.
I had initially planned on finishing my last day of running yesterday. However, I took a particularly rough workout class on Thursday morning and my thighs and abs have still not recovered. I thought the extra day before my last run would help me recover a bit.
I was wrong.
I think I am more sore today than I was yesterday.
But I was determined to finish my first week so out we went early this morning, kids bundled into the stroller with blankets, coats, hats, and gloves.
It's a good thing I have my husband with me. He pushes me to finish simply by being there. And so I finished the full 20 minutes. (I'm pretty sure that without him, I could easily talk myself into stopping after 2 or 3 intervals.)
Hurray!
Don't get me wrong. I still hate running.
But I completed one week.
And for that, I am enormously pleased with myself.
P.S. I can always tell when I've been reading books by British authors because I start using phrases like "enormously pleased." It makes me feel sophisticated.
I had initially planned on finishing my last day of running yesterday. However, I took a particularly rough workout class on Thursday morning and my thighs and abs have still not recovered. I thought the extra day before my last run would help me recover a bit.
I was wrong.
I think I am more sore today than I was yesterday.
But I was determined to finish my first week so out we went early this morning, kids bundled into the stroller with blankets, coats, hats, and gloves.
It's a good thing I have my husband with me. He pushes me to finish simply by being there. And so I finished the full 20 minutes. (I'm pretty sure that without him, I could easily talk myself into stopping after 2 or 3 intervals.)
Hurray!
Don't get me wrong. I still hate running.
But I completed one week.
And for that, I am enormously pleased with myself.
P.S. I can always tell when I've been reading books by British authors because I start using phrases like "enormously pleased." It makes me feel sophisticated.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Chelsey - Check In and NEW GOALS!
YAY! We are back! Thanks to Sara's coercing, I'm back too. Okay, and because I need to to be kept on track too and that will be easier if I'm held accountable.
So at the wedding, I was 174 Lbs. I Didn't
quite make it to the 165 I was shooting for, or even the 169 I was hoping for in those last couple weeks. I did work my little tushy off the last couple weeks, but couldn't seem to lose weight, as it turned out, I was Pregnant! ha.
Right after the wedding, I ate Lots of CAKE, and lots of unhealthy yummy to go food. And that got me right back up to a whopping 178.
4 lbs..not too bad I suppose. And thankfully, I have continued to stay at that exact weight. This morning I was 178.0 12 weeks pregnant and 4 lbs gained is not too bad I suppose, but that brings us to my new goal: DRUMROOOOOOLLLLLLL
NOT TO GET FAT AGAIN WHILE PREGNANT!!! haha.
Lately it honestly hasn't been that hard, my appetite has gone out the window and I can barely eat a serving. Of course it has gone to weird unhealthy things. I ate a piece of pumpkin pie for breakfast. With whipped cream..LOTS of whipped cream. Austin was super impressed by this as he ate his eggs and bacon.
SO i would like to end the first trimester (im 12 weeks) without gaining more weight. And I would like to end the pregnancy, not going over 190. With Brynlee I got up to 200, and even after she was born, I was pretty much 196. SO I need to help myself, to make HEALTHY food choices (probably means no more pumkin pie for breakfast) and to exercise. But before I can start exercising I need to not be exhausted and nauseated all the freaking time. But I still ahve my Gym membership so as soon as the yuckiness is done, please tell my Lazy pregnant butt to go to the gym!
So at the wedding, I was 174 Lbs. I Didn't
quite make it to the 165 I was shooting for, or even the 169 I was hoping for in those last couple weeks. I did work my little tushy off the last couple weeks, but couldn't seem to lose weight, as it turned out, I was Pregnant! ha.
Right after the wedding, I ate Lots of CAKE, and lots of unhealthy yummy to go food. And that got me right back up to a whopping 178.
4 lbs..not too bad I suppose. And thankfully, I have continued to stay at that exact weight. This morning I was 178.0 12 weeks pregnant and 4 lbs gained is not too bad I suppose, but that brings us to my new goal: DRUMROOOOOOLLLLLLL
NOT TO GET FAT AGAIN WHILE PREGNANT!!! haha.
Lately it honestly hasn't been that hard, my appetite has gone out the window and I can barely eat a serving. Of course it has gone to weird unhealthy things. I ate a piece of pumpkin pie for breakfast. With whipped cream..LOTS of whipped cream. Austin was super impressed by this as he ate his eggs and bacon.
SO i would like to end the first trimester (im 12 weeks) without gaining more weight. And I would like to end the pregnancy, not going over 190. With Brynlee I got up to 200, and even after she was born, I was pretty much 196. SO I need to help myself, to make HEALTHY food choices (probably means no more pumkin pie for breakfast) and to exercise. But before I can start exercising I need to not be exhausted and nauseated all the freaking time. But I still ahve my Gym membership so as soon as the yuckiness is done, please tell my Lazy pregnant butt to go to the gym!
Today...
...my hips hurt.
As in, ache.
As in, I didn't get much sleep last night ache.
As in, I was constantly turning to find a better position ache.
As in, still bothering me this morning ache.
As in, it's all running's fault ache.
As in, right now, this very moment, I really, really hate running.
I hope our somewhat strained relationship improves soon.
Particularly before Friday, when I am doomed...ahem...I mean, committed to go running again.
Please?
Pretty please?
Thanks.
As in, ache.
As in, I didn't get much sleep last night ache.
As in, I was constantly turning to find a better position ache.
As in, still bothering me this morning ache.
As in, it's all running's fault ache.
As in, right now, this very moment, I really, really hate running.
I hope our somewhat strained relationship improves soon.
Particularly before Friday, when I am doomed...ahem...I mean, committed to go running again.
Please?
Pretty please?
Thanks.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Running Day 2
This morning we (the Hubster and I) went for our second run.
It went better. No nausea afterwards. Just a couple of weak, wobbly legs.
I also fixed a few mechanical issues.
You see, one of the things I always hate about running is that I am...well...a bit busty. (Now, don't snicker. I'm sharing because I know I'm not the only person with the jiggle-all-over when you run problem.) The other day when I ran I found out that a sports bra just simply wasn't enough. So today I tried doubling up to see if that would help.
It did.
(At least, with the busty jiggle problem. The rest of the jiggle is a whole 'nother issue entirely.)
Of course...that's going to mean twice the laundry.
Rats.
But if that's the worst thing to come out of this I guess I can deal.
It went better. No nausea afterwards. Just a couple of weak, wobbly legs.
I also fixed a few mechanical issues.
You see, one of the things I always hate about running is that I am...well...a bit busty. (Now, don't snicker. I'm sharing because I know I'm not the only person with the jiggle-all-over when you run problem.) The other day when I ran I found out that a sports bra just simply wasn't enough. So today I tried doubling up to see if that would help.
It did.
(At least, with the busty jiggle problem. The rest of the jiggle is a whole 'nother issue entirely.)
Of course...that's going to mean twice the laundry.
Rats.
But if that's the worst thing to come out of this I guess I can deal.
Monday, October 17, 2011
I Think I've Lost My Mind
I have this friend, Natalie, that I follow online.
And really, I should say "friend" because as I sit alone at home and read her blog I think of her as my friend. Although the sad truth is that we have never met and she has no idea who I am.
No, I'm not a creepy stalker.
I don't think.
But I have found myself saying things to my husband like, "My one online friend says..." because it's much easier than explaining the truth to him.
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago she posted How to run and not hate it (even when you still do): in 6 (somewhat easy, or excrutiatingly painful) steps.
And I'll admit, this post inspired me.
I don't run. I've never wanted to run. I could never understand why people wanted to run. But after reading her post I had this strange desire to try it. I mean, she hated it too, right? And now she loves it. And it's simple to do. (Notice that I said simple, not easy.)
I thought to myself, "Self, what if there's a runner in you and you've just never given her a chance. What if she's waited her whole life for you to step up your game and let her out? She's probably named Joan...because that's a good name for a runner. And if I let her out, I can transform into Sara-Joan, the super runner. Perhaps my legs would even grow long and skinny. And I'd move with grace. Yes, Sara-Joan is definitely more graceful than just plain Sara, short and stout. "
Um...okay, enough of my inner thoughts, they get weird.
Anyway, I sat on this idea for a couple of weeks. My husband is always going on about how he wants to start running again. What if we did it together and encouraged each other?
So this weekend we made the commitment. We didn't follow the same plan as Natalie. Instead, we chose to do the Couch-to-5K plan. This way, we could trade off running times. One would walk with the kids while the other ran up and back, then switch.
This morning was our first run.
That's right, I went running this morning.
Seriously. Can you believe it?? I can't.
How did it go?
Well...I'm not sure how to answer that. I thought I was going to kill over after my first 60 seconds of running. But the 90 second break was enough rest to give it a try again.
As I went, both my running and walking became slower and slower.
But we finished our 20 minutes.
I was exhilarated.
I did it!! I ran!!
And then the light headedness set in, followed by the nausea.
Bleh.
It took about an hour of sitting and drinking lots of water to feel like a normal human being again.
Really, I still kind of hated it. But I'm determined to give it a chance. I mean, when I first started working out it took a few weeks before I began enjoying it. So I think that running deserves the same chance.
How else will I ever become the graceful Sara-Joan?
P.S. This was totally me this morning:
(Not sure where this image originates from, sorry)
And really, I should say "friend" because as I sit alone at home and read her blog I think of her as my friend. Although the sad truth is that we have never met and she has no idea who I am.
No, I'm not a creepy stalker.
I don't think.
But I have found myself saying things to my husband like, "My one online friend says..." because it's much easier than explaining the truth to him.
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago she posted How to run and not hate it (even when you still do): in 6 (somewhat easy, or excrutiatingly painful) steps.
And I'll admit, this post inspired me.
I don't run. I've never wanted to run. I could never understand why people wanted to run. But after reading her post I had this strange desire to try it. I mean, she hated it too, right? And now she loves it. And it's simple to do. (Notice that I said simple, not easy.)
I thought to myself, "Self, what if there's a runner in you and you've just never given her a chance. What if she's waited her whole life for you to step up your game and let her out? She's probably named Joan...because that's a good name for a runner. And if I let her out, I can transform into Sara-Joan, the super runner. Perhaps my legs would even grow long and skinny. And I'd move with grace. Yes, Sara-Joan is definitely more graceful than just plain Sara, short and stout. "
Um...okay, enough of my inner thoughts, they get weird.
Anyway, I sat on this idea for a couple of weeks. My husband is always going on about how he wants to start running again. What if we did it together and encouraged each other?
So this weekend we made the commitment. We didn't follow the same plan as Natalie. Instead, we chose to do the Couch-to-5K plan. This way, we could trade off running times. One would walk with the kids while the other ran up and back, then switch.
This morning was our first run.
That's right, I went running this morning.
Seriously. Can you believe it?? I can't.
How did it go?
Well...I'm not sure how to answer that. I thought I was going to kill over after my first 60 seconds of running. But the 90 second break was enough rest to give it a try again.
As I went, both my running and walking became slower and slower.
But we finished our 20 minutes.
I was exhilarated.
I did it!! I ran!!
And then the light headedness set in, followed by the nausea.
Bleh.
It took about an hour of sitting and drinking lots of water to feel like a normal human being again.
Really, I still kind of hated it. But I'm determined to give it a chance. I mean, when I first started working out it took a few weeks before I began enjoying it. So I think that running deserves the same chance.
How else will I ever become the graceful Sara-Joan?
P.S. This was totally me this morning:
(Not sure where this image originates from, sorry)
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