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.

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!

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.