• Weight lift three times a week
• Run five times a week
• Get 1000 miles under my belt by 12/31/2012
• Weigh 150 by my birthday (8/20)
• Cut out soda (I’m still struggling with this!)
• Cut out fast food except twice a month
• Track food every day
• Fit into my prom dress by New Years Eve (I don’t know how attainable this really is. my dress is at my mom and dad’s house so I need to steal it)
• Eat more fruits and vegetables. 

I stepped on the wii fit today, and when I weighed in on it it came up as over weight. Not obese! Then I did a little dance and texted my mom. :) 

In 35 pounds I’ll be at a normal BMI!

Holy cow, I really can’t believe that it is march already for starters. Geez! I’m quoting a post of mine from about a month ago:

On January 5th I weighed in at 197.6

Today is February 7th and I weighed in at 191.0

In about a month I am down 6.6, which isn’t quite as quickly as I wanted to be done, but it is better than nothing. :) Here’s to the next month, and seeing what I can weigh in at for the first week of March! 

Well, today is March 6th, and I weighed in on the weight watchers scale at 186.6 

Which is only 4.4 pounds in a month. Which is much lower than I wanted to go, but honestly, while the pounds aren’t dropping the inches are. My clothes fit better, and people are seeing a difference. In two months I’ve lost 11 pounds. And I’m ok with that. Honestly if I end up losing at the rate of 5 pounds a month, come new years I’ll still be 50 pounds lighter than my current weight. And I’m beyond ok with that. I didn’t put this weight on in a day, I’m not going to take it off in a day. :) 

Water: we all know we need to/should drink it. Stay hydrated. Yada yada yada. But let’s face it. Unless you are really super dedicated and great at remembering things, you are occasionally going to forget to drink enough. 

That is where my two handy dandy friends come in. 

2.5 Quart pitcher. Which is equal to 80 oz. Or 10 glasses of water. I fill this little lovey up each morning and make sure that by the time I go to bed it is all consumed. Once I’ve gotten a pitcher of water in I will switch to a diet lemonade or something somewhat sweet to help curb my craving for junky sweet snacks.

Meet friend number 2: handy old reusable Venti Starbucks cup. As an ex-barista who used to get a pretty respectable (30% hollaaaahhh) discount, I made sure I snagged up as many of these little gems as possible. Those unfamiliar with Starbucks sizing: Venti cold cups = 24 oz! I use this in conjunction with my cute little pitcher friend (from up above) and whenever I am getting in the car I will fill this with water! And I make sure I drink all of it. 

(I’ve already had 104 oz of just water today so I’m hanging out with some diet pink lemonade.)

I am posting about this today because just a few minutes ago on twitter one of my friends posted about how she finds it unacceptable if her pee isn’t clear. And I’m the same way. So, drink up. :)

P.S. this was totally a hydration nudge. Seriously. Get up. Get water. Drink it. Now. 

I don’t know if I have shared with you all the fun fact that I, much like everyone else, can be my worlds biggest fan and worst critic. However, with most people that happens within the course of a whole day. Not the fifteen minutes that they are attempting to run. 

The plan for the morning was simple, go out, get two-three miles accomplished, come home and just chill for a little bit because my parents are coming down. I knew what I wanted to get done. I started out at a fairly good step the first four minutes I was averaging a twelve minute mile. (Which I know is slow, shut up, I am working on it, and having a bit of a mental break down this weekend), I pushed a little harder come minute six and managed to set a 10:34 pace for that time period. Which didn’t last long. At minute eight I started letting it get to my head, that maybe I can’t actually do this. The this that I am referring to being the whole half marathon thing.

Let me rephrase. I know I can do it, I know I can walk the whole thing and probably finish just under the wire of the three hours and fifteen minutes they allot for you to complete it. But, there is this thing about me, that I know that even FINISHING a half marathon should be a HUGE accomplishment (especially when it is a persons first race ever and just seven months ago didn’t want to walk a half mile around the block)….. I know it should just be a big accomplishment and celebration in itself, but I have this fear of being the last one to cross the line. And I have this fear of resenting myself during it. 

And that’s the thing. The fear of the unknown is really freaking getting to me. 

On Thursday my friend Amy came down who is doing this race with me, we set out for Ocean City, MD so we could drive the race course, see what we were getting ourselves into. In my head I remembered the track being pretty flat, with the only main two inclines being right before you hit the Route-50 bridge, and the bridge that leads into Assateauge Island. 

While I knew that the second bridge is in fact a doozy of one, It didn’t hit me until I saw it. And the mild anxiety attack that I totally tried to hide by giggling at Amy’s response to the bridge also hit me like a ton of bricks. 

I don’t know, I really have no idea if there comes a time in every persons life where they are working towards something and they just think “why have I been bothering, I can’t do this”, but there was definitely that time in my life today.

After about ten minutes I really wanted to cry, I felt it in my eyes and in my throat, and in my heart. I made it back to my house at one mile, one mile that took 15:03 and felt like it took 59:59..

While 15:03 isn’t bad, and would be just barely enough for me to finish this thing, it still has me anxious. 

Here’s to tomorrow, 59 degrees and another attempt to do this. 

I met up with a few friends yesterday, I hadn’t seen them in three months since I quit my job. And also occasionally I go in to my old place of work. 

Honestly over the past three months I haven’t seen a difference in my body. I haven’t seen a difference in the way I look, or anything else really. I feel more energized and occasionally I will find an article of clothing is fitting pretty fabulously. But for the most part, I still have resentment toward the fat on my body. Toward myself for letting it get this bad. And toward the clothes in my closet. 

And then, I meet up and see people I haven’t seen in a while. And they tell me how skinny I am looking compared to the last time they saw me. And then tell my friends that I look “hot”. 

And then it hits me like a ton of bricks. And I remember why I am doing what I am doing. Why I go to the gym, and run, and watch what I eat. And make alternate decisions. 

Without Struggle there is NO progress. 

No one said it will be easy, they just said it would be worth it. 

If you are doubting your capability. Run, spin, elliptical, lift, walk, do something. Because after, you will feel AMAZING. 

I set a goal for myself for the year to run 1000 miles by New Years Eve? Because I just did it. On my layout for my profile is now a countdown for my half marathon, and the end of the year. And also the tracking for daily mile! :)

fitfastfierce:

foodiefreya:

Snickerdoodle Blondies. (Vegan, 72 calories a piece!)

-1 can chickpeas (240g drained), 3 tbsp peanut butter, 1 tbsp apple sauce, 1/2 cup brown sugar, 2 tsp vanilla, 2 tsp cinnamon, 3/4 tsp baking powder, 1/4 tsp baking soda, 1/6 cup oatbran or flour.

• Put everything in to a food processor and blend until combined, producing a thick, fudgey consistency. Pour in to a tinfoil lines 8x8 tin and bake for 30-35 minutes at 175C/350F.
• Allow to cool for at least ten minutes before removing from the pan, as they firm up a little when cooling. They will still be relatively gooey when you take them out of the oven. Cut in to 16, enjoy!

These are surprisingly delicious. It just tastes like fudgey peanut-buttery cinnamon goodness. 6 people have tried them, and no one guessed there was chickpeas in there! :)

I cannot wait to make these! This weekend maybe?

I do believe I’m going to make these soon!!

(Source: seedsnsmiles, via tubbytotiny)

As I briefly posted earlier yesterday, I ran two miles, with my frist mile being a 12’43” one. Which is a HUGE deal for me. As I also briefly posted yesterday, I fell. Like face plant, bit the dust, arms colliding with the Earth, landing so hard my feet came up about six inches from the ground in the process. My arms were hurt and so was my pride. 

About a week ago I got a pretty gnarly blister on the back of my foot when I did my ten miles. 

Last night I was sitting with my darling husband who (in his 5’11 1/2” glory weighs in at a whooping 121 lbs and can’t gain weight to save his life) kissed my arms where I fell, and pulled me in close. Adrian used to run cross country in high school, he was rather good at it too. 

(he’s still rather stick like. )

And sitting on the couch he informed me of this little tidbit

There are days your shins will hurt, your feet won’t cooperate, you’ll trip over yourself. There will be times you will be short of breath, ready to vomit. You will get blisters, your calves will just get bigger and stronger with muscles. You’ll go through more shoes in a year than you ever imagined were possible. What I’m saying is, congratulations, you’re on the road to becoming a runner. 

It was great to hear, my pride was pretty shaken and I was a little sore. But, he was comforting. :)