Soooooo, I'm late again. Sadly I think this might be a trend. I promise I'll try to be better. No excuse, just busy with the kids & some oh so pleasant divorce-oriented things. I could devote an entire post to that, but let's just focus on the task at hand: Day 3 Shoulders & Arms and Ab Ripper
After the evil Plyometrics it's a wonder I was amp'd to do a Day 3. I popped the DVD into the player and nada. Totally blank. I check it on the computer and sure enough the files are there on the disk, but no Shoulders & Arms. I'm actually pretty bummed. Call me crazy, but I was looking forward to being tortured for a grueling 50 min. I don't know what the issue is, but I'll figure something out before I'm needing to do it again next week.
I did Ab Ripper though and though it's only Day 2 of that I'm finding it not too terribly difficult. I mean, I keep up. I sweat like a pig, but I keep up enough. And I look ridiculous doing the stupid bicycle thing but what's new? I look ridiculous doing all of this.
In place of the Shoulders & Arms I just did mat work with a Pilates DVD. Obviously the same areas were not targeted and it was far less intense, but it was something.
I'm having a hard time waking up at 5:00 in the morning to do this stuff. And I wish I weren't. It's my own fault though. I stay up late so I can chat with E while he's gone and with the time difference that means if I want to talk to him for any period of time I have to stay up late to do so. Quite honestly I'm not ready to sacrifice my time talking with him so that I can wake up an hour and a half earlier than I normally would like to. If I can't see him face to face or be with him physically then I want to use any available time we have to chit chat here & there. And believe you me, I am so grateful that he's in a position to be talking with me on a daily basis. I cringe thinking of the day that I don't hear from him because he's traveling or heaven forbid something happens where he is located. Thank you God for keeping him safe.
So instead I sleep in a smidgen later and take the kids to school, come home, get some laundry going & work out before I start doing my new "job" online. I put it in quotes cause I'm not so sure how serious this thing is going to turn into and it's not like I'm having to put actual effort into it. More than anything it just takes up my time which I feel would be better spent doing housework. I know that if I went into an actual office I wouldn't feel this way, but I'm working from home and when I do that I feel like I'm shirking my other responsibilities.
Okay, I've successfully gone off on that tangent. On that note I'll bid you adieu and will be back next time with- YogaX.
Wish me luck!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Plyometrics Can Suck It!!!
Day 2- the evil Plyometrics (Again, a couple days late)
Is it the goal of P90X to make me look like a damn fool?! I looked ridiculous jumping all over the place. Obviously I shouldn't care how silly I look in front of my kids, but I have the coordination of a newborn giraffe and if it were me. I'd have a hard time respecting my mom if I watched her bounce around like an idiot.
And can I just say- if I could reach through the tv and strangle Tony I would in a heartbeat. It's bad enough that I'm out of shape and getting through a workout is like torture, but does he have to insult me further by rubbing in my face that a one-legged man does this workout with ease?
The whole lack of coordination seems to work against me with this. Kicking over the back of a chair with each leg doesn't seem too hard, but let me tell you I somehow managed to kick the chair more often than not.
Again, I did not finish the whole thing. And that's ok if you ask me. It's only day two and I did all that I can do. As much as I want to punch Tony, I will admit that he's pretty cool about letting you know that you shouldn't push yourself past your own comfort level.
This workout is high energy and what I expected to get from the program. It's definitely sweat inducing and gets your heart pumping. I just wish it didn't make me want to puke my guts out afterward.
Tomorrow I am ready to "Bring It!" Hopefully I'll finish both Ab Ripper and Shoulders & Arms.
Is it the goal of P90X to make me look like a damn fool?! I looked ridiculous jumping all over the place. Obviously I shouldn't care how silly I look in front of my kids, but I have the coordination of a newborn giraffe and if it were me. I'd have a hard time respecting my mom if I watched her bounce around like an idiot.
And can I just say- if I could reach through the tv and strangle Tony I would in a heartbeat. It's bad enough that I'm out of shape and getting through a workout is like torture, but does he have to insult me further by rubbing in my face that a one-legged man does this workout with ease?
The whole lack of coordination seems to work against me with this. Kicking over the back of a chair with each leg doesn't seem too hard, but let me tell you I somehow managed to kick the chair more often than not.
Again, I did not finish the whole thing. And that's ok if you ask me. It's only day two and I did all that I can do. As much as I want to punch Tony, I will admit that he's pretty cool about letting you know that you shouldn't push yourself past your own comfort level.
This workout is high energy and what I expected to get from the program. It's definitely sweat inducing and gets your heart pumping. I just wish it didn't make me want to puke my guts out afterward.
Tomorrow I am ready to "Bring It!" Hopefully I'll finish both Ab Ripper and Shoulders & Arms.
Day 1 (Several Days Late)
So maybe P90X is making me its bitch and not the other way around.
Day 1 consisted of Chest & Back and Ab RipperX.
I hurt.
I hurt bad.
But I hurt so good.
Being that I'm in the end stages of a cold I'll admit that I didn't finish the whole Chest & Back. I did finish Ab Ripper though. And honestly I don't feel bad. I don't want a ripped chest or back, just the satisfaction of a toned body & flat tummy.
I'm using resistance bands so I'm not getting an as intense workout like I would if I were attempting to use a pull up bar. Frankly, I know for a fact I lasted much longer using the bands. I would have crumbled after the first set of exercises if I had to use the bar.
Have I mentioned how much I despise the guy running the show? I want to shove my sweaty sports bra in his mouth to shut him up. He's got to be on something. No one is *THIS* excited to exercise.
Ok, as if not finishing the disc wasn't bad enough here's proof that this journey is 100% self deprecating- the stats & "before" pictures
Height- 5'1"
Weight- 116 lbs
Body Fat %- a whopping 30%!!!
Chest- 30"
Waist at my bellybutton- 29"
Waist at my smallest point- 28"
Hips- 33"
Thighs- 20" both sides
Forearms- 8 1/2" both sides
Biceps- 10 1/2" both sides
I'm totally embarrassed. This is a far cry from where I want to be. I don't look hugely gross, but if you were to ask me if I thought I looked good the answer is, "No." That's why I'm doing this. I want to want to "do" me.
Pictures…
Even more embarrassing than the stats. I was in my boys' room as it has better lighting for me to use the Photo Booth on my computer. I only have little people around me so really I have no one to take decent pics of me so these grainy ones will have to do. Maybe when Jes comes to visit (wink wink) she'll help me take some proper pictures.
*I'll make a better effort to get my posts up the day of exercising or at the latest, the day after. No promises though.
Day 1 consisted of Chest & Back and Ab RipperX.
I hurt.
I hurt bad.
But I hurt so good.
Being that I'm in the end stages of a cold I'll admit that I didn't finish the whole Chest & Back. I did finish Ab Ripper though. And honestly I don't feel bad. I don't want a ripped chest or back, just the satisfaction of a toned body & flat tummy.
I'm using resistance bands so I'm not getting an as intense workout like I would if I were attempting to use a pull up bar. Frankly, I know for a fact I lasted much longer using the bands. I would have crumbled after the first set of exercises if I had to use the bar.
Have I mentioned how much I despise the guy running the show? I want to shove my sweaty sports bra in his mouth to shut him up. He's got to be on something. No one is *THIS* excited to exercise.
Ok, as if not finishing the disc wasn't bad enough here's proof that this journey is 100% self deprecating- the stats & "before" pictures
Height- 5'1"
Weight- 116 lbs
Body Fat %- a whopping 30%!!!
Chest- 30"
Waist at my bellybutton- 29"
Waist at my smallest point- 28"
Hips- 33"
Thighs- 20" both sides
Forearms- 8 1/2" both sides
Biceps- 10 1/2" both sides
I'm totally embarrassed. This is a far cry from where I want to be. I don't look hugely gross, but if you were to ask me if I thought I looked good the answer is, "No." That's why I'm doing this. I want to want to "do" me.
Pictures…
Even more embarrassing than the stats. I was in my boys' room as it has better lighting for me to use the Photo Booth on my computer. I only have little people around me so really I have no one to take decent pics of me so these grainy ones will have to do. Maybe when Jes comes to visit (wink wink) she'll help me take some proper pictures.
*I'll make a better effort to get my posts up the day of exercising or at the latest, the day after. No promises though.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
P90X You Will Be My Bitch
I am not fat.
I am not fit either.
I am in that not so fun in-between.
I am ready to change.
Growing up I was always active. I played soccer. Or rather, I tried to play soccer. The coach knew I sucked and always pulled me out, but at least I tried! I played volleyball in middle school but i was mediocre at best. But what I did do a lot of and did well was hike. I hiked a LOT. My family owned a llama trekking business growing up and so I'd be out with my dad, leading city folk on treks through the Cascades. I've hiked all over the Sierra Nevada with my dad who's now a hiking author. After I became a parent I would load my children into a backpack carrier and do walks/hikes appropriate for them, which I still do during the nicer months here. But as a single parent it's tough to get 3 children ages 3-8 out and about for anything that's really going to make an impact on my body. Even while I was married I was doing these things w/o the support or company of my then-husband so it was tough to get out on my own. Once 2 out of 3 kids were in school I started doing Pilates. I love, love, love Pilates. Unfortunately, after being laid off my bank account didn't really care it as much. Pilates has been put on the back burner until I can support such an costly form of exercise. I do mat work with the aid of DVD's but it's not the same as being in the studio and I actually would prefer to have someone guide me in person.
(I'm going to detour from things for a sec, but it ties into all this fitness nonsense.) I met E (I'll not disclose his name until he gives me the go-ahead) in 2010 and fell in love. There's a zillion reasons why I love him, but the one that has to do with this post is because he pushes me to step outside my comfort zone when it comes to fitness. Honestly, I could be happy if I never lifted a finger. That may be an exaggeration, but I'm definitely not a total fitness nut. E sort of is. He does runs, cycles, swims, combines the three into triathlons, dives and leads an all round active lifestyle. I have been too busy to do any of that. Or rather, I just haven't made the time to. And I really haven't cared to. But since being with him I've started to do those things (Minus the swimming. It's just really not my thing.). I've started running here and there, but as soon as the weather turns the slightest bit chilly I stop. I've gone cycling with him. We play soccer & football at the beach. During weekends together we make a point to get out and be active.
E is in Afghanistan on deployment. While packing the night before he left I came across his P90X. I thought, "This is exactly what I need to help keep me busy during the months he's gone." I want to get fit not just for me, but so when he gets back I can keep up with him. And honestly, I don't want him to keep his hands off of me. Perhaps these are not the most right reasons for wanting to get into shape. I know they're not. But they're also not the sole reasons for me wanting to do this.
I want to be able to keep up with my kids. They are balls of energy and as of right now I get winded just going to the park with them. I want to feel like I've shed not just a few lbs but also some of the past that has led me to the point where I am now. I want my old body back. Now, I understand that I won't get exactly that back. Having 3 children has taken its toll on my once tiny frame. But I've caught glimpses of my old body here and there and I know that if I work enough at it I'll get to a point where maybe I'm not exactly in high school form, but at a place where I feel good about how I look, curves and all.
I got a false start a couple weeks ago. I attempted to do P90X and failed miserably. I hit one speed bump and never recovered. That won't be happening again. I'm lucky enough that one of my girlfriends is so wonderful that she is willing to take on the same journey with me. I know that with her encouragement & partnership in this quest to get fit I will survive. We will survive.
The plan:
P90X is broken up into 13 weeks. Tomorrow starts day 1- Ab Ripper and Chest & Back. I'll be taking my measurements and the dreaded "Before" pictures and posting them. I'll be using a resistance band as a pull-up bar is not going to work in my house and quite honestly, I'm just not there yet. I'll be updating my measurements every 4 weeks along with pictures.
The goal:
To be fit. That's it. I don't need to be a stick figure. I just need to be healthy. I can stand to lose a few pounds, but nothing crazy. *IF* I were to lose any more than 20 pounds it would be too much. I want to hold my own with my kids & E.
I know that if I'm diligent in this quest I'll get the results I want. Thanks to my greatest friend Jesica, I know she's going to keep me on track when I want to throw in the towel.
I am ready to make P90X my bitch!
I am not fit either.
I am in that not so fun in-between.
I am ready to change.
Growing up I was always active. I played soccer. Or rather, I tried to play soccer. The coach knew I sucked and always pulled me out, but at least I tried! I played volleyball in middle school but i was mediocre at best. But what I did do a lot of and did well was hike. I hiked a LOT. My family owned a llama trekking business growing up and so I'd be out with my dad, leading city folk on treks through the Cascades. I've hiked all over the Sierra Nevada with my dad who's now a hiking author. After I became a parent I would load my children into a backpack carrier and do walks/hikes appropriate for them, which I still do during the nicer months here. But as a single parent it's tough to get 3 children ages 3-8 out and about for anything that's really going to make an impact on my body. Even while I was married I was doing these things w/o the support or company of my then-husband so it was tough to get out on my own. Once 2 out of 3 kids were in school I started doing Pilates. I love, love, love Pilates. Unfortunately, after being laid off my bank account didn't really care it as much. Pilates has been put on the back burner until I can support such an costly form of exercise. I do mat work with the aid of DVD's but it's not the same as being in the studio and I actually would prefer to have someone guide me in person.
(I'm going to detour from things for a sec, but it ties into all this fitness nonsense.) I met E (I'll not disclose his name until he gives me the go-ahead) in 2010 and fell in love. There's a zillion reasons why I love him, but the one that has to do with this post is because he pushes me to step outside my comfort zone when it comes to fitness. Honestly, I could be happy if I never lifted a finger. That may be an exaggeration, but I'm definitely not a total fitness nut. E sort of is. He does runs, cycles, swims, combines the three into triathlons, dives and leads an all round active lifestyle. I have been too busy to do any of that. Or rather, I just haven't made the time to. And I really haven't cared to. But since being with him I've started to do those things (Minus the swimming. It's just really not my thing.). I've started running here and there, but as soon as the weather turns the slightest bit chilly I stop. I've gone cycling with him. We play soccer & football at the beach. During weekends together we make a point to get out and be active.
E is in Afghanistan on deployment. While packing the night before he left I came across his P90X. I thought, "This is exactly what I need to help keep me busy during the months he's gone." I want to get fit not just for me, but so when he gets back I can keep up with him. And honestly, I don't want him to keep his hands off of me. Perhaps these are not the most right reasons for wanting to get into shape. I know they're not. But they're also not the sole reasons for me wanting to do this.
I want to be able to keep up with my kids. They are balls of energy and as of right now I get winded just going to the park with them. I want to feel like I've shed not just a few lbs but also some of the past that has led me to the point where I am now. I want my old body back. Now, I understand that I won't get exactly that back. Having 3 children has taken its toll on my once tiny frame. But I've caught glimpses of my old body here and there and I know that if I work enough at it I'll get to a point where maybe I'm not exactly in high school form, but at a place where I feel good about how I look, curves and all.
I got a false start a couple weeks ago. I attempted to do P90X and failed miserably. I hit one speed bump and never recovered. That won't be happening again. I'm lucky enough that one of my girlfriends is so wonderful that she is willing to take on the same journey with me. I know that with her encouragement & partnership in this quest to get fit I will survive. We will survive.
The plan:
P90X is broken up into 13 weeks. Tomorrow starts day 1- Ab Ripper and Chest & Back. I'll be taking my measurements and the dreaded "Before" pictures and posting them. I'll be using a resistance band as a pull-up bar is not going to work in my house and quite honestly, I'm just not there yet. I'll be updating my measurements every 4 weeks along with pictures.
The goal:
To be fit. That's it. I don't need to be a stick figure. I just need to be healthy. I can stand to lose a few pounds, but nothing crazy. *IF* I were to lose any more than 20 pounds it would be too much. I want to hold my own with my kids & E.
I know that if I'm diligent in this quest I'll get the results I want. Thanks to my greatest friend Jesica, I know she's going to keep me on track when I want to throw in the towel.
I am ready to make P90X my bitch!
Monday, February 28, 2011
Away We Go!
I've been wanting to do this for a few years. In fact, I've had the blog name, url, template, etc done for over 18 mos. I was just too lazy to get around to posting anything. Well call me lazy no more. Each time I went to actually get busy with posts I couldn't figure out what direction I wanted to go in. Do I do a food-oriented only blog being that food is kinda my thing? Or do I blog about my life and going through my divorce as an outlet? Do I blog about parenting? Hell, I still don't have a crystal clear concept, so this is going to be an outlet for it ALL! Food & recipes, glimpses into life with my kids, divorce woes but also joys of moving on.
After all that ranting an introduction seems a little late, but here it goes. Let's paint this oh so lovely picture of my life…
I'm 28 and having to start from scratch.
I'm in the process of divorcing (long overdue) the man that walked out on us a few years ago. I've since found someone that makes me smile and treats me and my children the way we deserve and couldn't be happier.
I was laid off in November and have been enjoying my time with my kids but am now ready to get back to business.
I went to school to be a chef but have no real desire to do that for a living any longer. I value my time with my kids too much.
I want to go back to school, but don't know what for just yet.
Like I said, I'm starting from scratch.
The kidnics need a bit of an introduction as well.
Taylor (or as she is affectionately called by one set of her grandparents, Taylorina). My little drama queen. She's 8 years old and ever so bright when it comes to school but rather flighty in the rest of her day to day activities. Life as she sees it is nothing but hearts and flowers all over the place. Ahhh to be 8 again.
Deacon. I call him Deacon Bean. Don't ask me why. I have know idea. I just called him that one day and it stuck. Only 5, but larger than his sister. He's my gentle giant. Camo is his favorite color and meticulously lines up his little green army men so that not a single one is out of place.
Finn. When naming him I thought I'd never call him Finnegan so I shortened it to just Finn. Now I call him Finneganaganagan all the time. He's the brightest little man I know. At 3 he's perfected the art of driving his siblings insane all the while wearing clip on tie on a daily basis. He's naked without it apparently. His favorite answer is, "I don't know" and will respond with that every single time you ask him something in which he knows the answer will get him in trouble. Which is nearly every time you ask him anything. Had Finn been born first he'd certainly be an only child.
I love these 3 to pieces and cannot imagine my world without them. Not to mention I'm positive that they will provide me with countless reasons to post.
That does it for post number uno! Can't wait to see where this blog takes me. Bear with me as I figure out what I want it to be. Until that direction is clear it's going to be a smorgasbord of sorts.
After all that ranting an introduction seems a little late, but here it goes. Let's paint this oh so lovely picture of my life…
I'm 28 and having to start from scratch.
I'm in the process of divorcing (long overdue) the man that walked out on us a few years ago. I've since found someone that makes me smile and treats me and my children the way we deserve and couldn't be happier.
I was laid off in November and have been enjoying my time with my kids but am now ready to get back to business.
I went to school to be a chef but have no real desire to do that for a living any longer. I value my time with my kids too much.
I want to go back to school, but don't know what for just yet.
Like I said, I'm starting from scratch.
The kidnics need a bit of an introduction as well.
Taylor (or as she is affectionately called by one set of her grandparents, Taylorina). My little drama queen. She's 8 years old and ever so bright when it comes to school but rather flighty in the rest of her day to day activities. Life as she sees it is nothing but hearts and flowers all over the place. Ahhh to be 8 again.
Deacon. I call him Deacon Bean. Don't ask me why. I have know idea. I just called him that one day and it stuck. Only 5, but larger than his sister. He's my gentle giant. Camo is his favorite color and meticulously lines up his little green army men so that not a single one is out of place.
Finn. When naming him I thought I'd never call him Finnegan so I shortened it to just Finn. Now I call him Finneganaganagan all the time. He's the brightest little man I know. At 3 he's perfected the art of driving his siblings insane all the while wearing clip on tie on a daily basis. He's naked without it apparently. His favorite answer is, "I don't know" and will respond with that every single time you ask him something in which he knows the answer will get him in trouble. Which is nearly every time you ask him anything. Had Finn been born first he'd certainly be an only child.
I love these 3 to pieces and cannot imagine my world without them. Not to mention I'm positive that they will provide me with countless reasons to post.
That does it for post number uno! Can't wait to see where this blog takes me. Bear with me as I figure out what I want it to be. Until that direction is clear it's going to be a smorgasbord of sorts.
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