Archive for July, 2010

May I have your attention please?

Yesterday I got a strange urge to try on my work clothes.

Traditionally, after a summer spent lounging around in comfy clothing I would find my work clothes didn’t fit as well and would despair at having gained weight yet again.  Last summer happened to be the first time in a very long time I didn’t gain weight and actually lost.  This summer I have been weighing myself about once a week or once every week and a half.  I haven’t lost a ton of weight, 3-4 lbs but I’m not trying to lose weight anymore either.

So, I knew my clothes would fit.  But I wanted to try them on anyway, in case I’d lost inches.

Imagine my surprise when a shirt I bought at the end of last year fit me differently!  it had always been just a tad too tight for my comfort.  Sure it looked fine but if my posture faltered or something I’d have been showing off my flabby midsection in a most unflattering way.

When I put this shirt on yesterday, it looked too big.

I immediately (and I mean like, literally 2 minutes later) got in my car and drove to Curves to get weighed and measured (and then, cancel my membership – haha).  My last weigh-in at Curves had been in January and I knew I hadn’t lost much weight since then so I hadn’t bothered to get weighed in since then.

At last weigh-in, I was 3.5 inches away from losing 36 inches from my body since I started.  Yesterday, I hit that mark.  I’ve lost 3 feet from my body. It’s an amazing feeling and more than a bit surreal.  That is a lot of inches.  I have come so far from the overweight girl who first walked into Curves trying not to cry because of how out of shape I was and how helpless I felt to do anything about it.

I’d take a photo of the weight printout but, after trying to look yesterday at what my measurements had been, I realized I’m crap at taking photos of that paper.  I’ll just list the stuff off to you.

Inches Lost

  • Bust – 5.25 inches
  • Waist – 6.50 inches
  • Abdomen – 5.50 inches
  • Hips – 7.0 inches
  • Thighs – 5.0 inches from each (HOLY COW)
  • Arms – 1.0 inch from each (Not sure this is accurate, they look soooo much smaller but then again I guess an inch off the arms is a lot)

My thighs.  I mean, I know how different my legs are now, and they look different than they ever have before.. but it still dumbfounds me that I’ve managed to lose 5 inches off each thigh.  It seems like such a huge number.

So there you have it.  It’s still a bit surreal.

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Ahh the things you experience!

I love my chiropractors.  Yes, I have two.  They’re a husband and wife team who I adore.  I used to see the wife until I screwed up my back this winter and found I needed to actually be adjusted in a different way.  Yeah, I lay on my side on the edge of the table, and then the chiropractor tips me forward (at this point it’s like a game of trust because if they let go you’re on the floor) and then he twists and rotates that stupid spot in my spine back into place.  I say he when I mention this procedure because the wife… well I am not sure if she weighs over 100 lbs and she does NOT have the strength to do said maneuver.

For a while it was comical.  I’d make an appointment with the wife who would adjust all my other bits and then she’d run over and grab her husband.  Then there would be days when the wife would be backed up and the husband would say “you just want me to adjust you today?”

So, I switched from one to the other.  Not a big deal, really.  They’re both excellent chiropractors and I get along well with both of them.  I have never ever wished it was the wife adjusting me and not the husband until last week.

What happened last week, you ask?  Well, I had that fall while running and put my tail bone slightly out of whack.  No biggie, right?  Hmm.  Sure.  Except that my chiropractor essentially had to put his hand in the crack of my ass to adjust it. While not particularly awkward because my chiropractor is awesome and totally told me a hilarious story through the whole process… I still found it cringeworthy afterwards.

It’s like “oh, I guess we’re better acquainted now.”

My visit to the chiropractor this week went about the same way.  The tail bone needed a small adjustment (which means next week it should be fine THANK HEAVEN) and it lasted a fraction of the time last week’s did.  But still.  Imagine laying on your stomach on a table and someone having to place their hand THERE.

Very personal.

But… the tail bone… feels sooooo much better.  Totally worth the 2 seconds of mild horror.  (Ok, and I admit to wondering how my ass crack measures up.  Seriously, I’m mental.)

Bondi Bands

Well, I ended my recovery week today.  I should have known from the way the windows were all fogged up this morning that the run wouldn’t be too pleasant.  When I got in the car to drive to the park (it looked like rain, I didn’t want to venture too far from actual shelter) it was already 77F at 6:30.  I can’t even begin to describe the humidity.

Now normally this sort of weather would mean sweat in my eyes.  Not just a bit of sweat, mind you, the sort where eventually I get so tired of trying to wipe it away I’d actually lift my shirt showing my stomach to wipe the sweat off.  That’s in public folks.  I may have shrunk but I still have an ugly belly.

Anyway, upon the advice of comments last week I checked out LuLumons’s headbands and something called the Bondi band.  I ended up purchasing two bondi bands, one in bisque and one in raspberry.  (So help me I have no idea why I suddenly love pink, I’m all about the pink these days and the small part of me which is still annoyed by pinky pink hates myself right now.)

Ok.  This is a bondi band.  You’re looking at the back of it.  The narrow portion there goes in the back of your head and the broad portion in the front.  The fabic has that black backing to it but it’s the bisque from the front.

Now, I have an issue with head apparel.  I look like a dork in, well, nearly everything.  So the first thing I did when I got my bondi bands?  I ran into the bathroom and tried to figure out how to wear them.  After about 20 minutes I went to the website and looked up instructions and got this gem:

People often ask,“I love my Bondi Band, but how do I wear it?”


The answer is, there is no proper way to wear a Bondi Band. Some people wear them rolled, others fold them in half, but most wear them wide open. Try different styles for yourself and see what you like the best.

Oh thanks.  Helpful.  So I looked through the photo gallery and saw… well, just about everyone wearing them any way they wanted.  I tried several ways and I still looked…. well, terrible.  I desperately wanted to both pull my hair back AND wear the bondi band and it just seems as though that’s not int he cards for me.  I look really strange when I do that, especially with the bisque band because then it looks like I’m wearing a bald cap.  (NOTE:  Anyone wanting to buy one of these, you might want to stay away from bisque for this reason.)

So… this morning I geared up, put on my bondiband, and snapped a photo for everyone.

I figured I could live with this look while running.  It’s not a fashion show, right?

See, the thing is… I have this naturally wavy hair.  It doesn’t do well in humidity.  So…… after about a mile and a quarter I ended up pulling my hair back anyway as it genuinely felt as though a clown would offer me money for my wig.  Seriously.  My hair was completely frizzed out and stuck  to itself.  Birds were circling, wanting the nest.

So… when I got home, I looked like this…

I know, right?

All I can say is this.  I love my bondi band.  I don’t care how ugly I look in the thing.  NO SWEAT IN THE EYES.  I had absolutely no sweat in my eyes today and trust me folks, there was plenty of sweat to go around.  Every time I looked down, I would drip sweat onto the path. (Which was kinda cool and made me feel pretty hard core so yeah, I did that a lot.)  My shirt ended up soaked through in both the back and the front.  My arms were slick with the stuff.  My eyes?  Not a drop.

Bondi band?  I love you.  Not only do you stay in place on my head which usually sends other head bands flying off the back… but when you say you wick sweat… you wick sweat.

Recovery Week

After two fantastic runs this week I’m rather unfortunately calling recovery week a bit earlier than intended.  I’m not hurt or anything, just rained out.  As the idea of running on the treadmill and then using the recumbent bike seemed about as appealing as running in a thunderstorm outside, I just decided to skip yesterday’s workout.  Today’s is also rained out and so I’m merely saying recovery week started Thursday.

I miss it already.  I sorta think that’s cool.

So yes, Rita…. are you reading this?  I’m having a recovery week.  Take note! (And maybe hold me to it if I start to think I’m going to end my recovery week a tad bit early.  Thank you)

In other news I’ve begun golf lessons.  I don’t know how it all got started.  Some of it is me copying my sister again and some of it is this golf outing I somehow got signed up for in August. (Oh crap Shelly, that reminds me.  I have to find that date for you as a date I cannot go on that ride.)  Anyway, I have zero experience with golf.  The only time I’ve held a golf club in my hands before was to shove stuck laundry down the laundry chute back when I was 8.

I’m totally clueless.

I’ve had two lessons thus far and I have to admit I’m doing better than I thought I would.  I guess the benefit of knowing nothing is you’ve got no bad habits to get rid of and you listen REALLY well to ensure you don’t injure someone, injure yourself, or (the most likely option) look like an idiot.  While I’m fairly sure I look like an idiot most of the time I have managed to hit the ball far more often than not.

I also giggle every time I have to use the driver.  I’m sorry but the club is so ridiculously over sized compared to the other ones that I just feel ridiculous trying to use it.

There are certainly times when the guy giving me lessons says something, and I know the meaning of all the words he’s using – just not when he uses them in the way that he did… and I look at him with what I can only imagine is a completely blank look.  It’s good practice for me, being in a position where I know absolutely nothing about a subject, it reminds me how my students feel sometimes and makes me forgive them for the occasional blank stare they give me.

Thankfully the guy seems patient as can be and a decent teacher…otherwise I’m not sure I’d have made it through two lessons.  I’ve paid for 3 more lessons, a 5 lesson series and I don’t know what will become of me after that.  I’m enjoying myself but it’s not like I’ve actually played a game of golf…. yet.

I’m realllllllllly hoping I’ll be good at this.  I’ve not been good at anything remotely resembling a sport ever.

Sugar Doll

Renee over at Full-Fat to Low-Fat Pie has been kind enough to pass this Sugar Doll award on to me.  Thanks Renee!

As a newly appointed Sugar Doll, I must do a few things (naturally):

  • Thank Renee for giving me the award.  Thanks!
  • Link back to the giver.  Linked!
  • Reveal 10 things about me.  Oh No!

I’m not certain I can figure out 10 things about me but here we go, I’ll figure them out as we go along here…..

  1. I’m a Biology teacher.  I always felt like a bit of a sham being obese and a teacher of biology.  Now that I’ve been down the road of weight-loss I don’t feel so bad, it was more a matter of nutrition/food/exercise than simple biology.  They didn’t teach me that in college (those were for people in other majors).
  2. I sing in the car…. not just sing, I sing like a DIVA.  In the summer I have to make a mental note when I have my windows down to tame down the singing in town.  I’ve actually had people start cracking up laughing as I drive by bellowing out the tuneage.
  3. I suck at singing.
  4. I eat ice cream almost daily.  I’m sort of obsessed with the stuff.  Any diet in the past I’ve failed, it’s been because I’ve tried to not eat ice cream.  I eat about 150 cals worth daily and it’s really helping me NOT go get a blizzard or something.  Also, lately I’ve been NOT having ice cream so much.  Perhaps I am getting over it?  Unlikely
  5. I like computer games.  I suppose I’d like xbox or wii or whatever gaming systems there are out there but they cost money and since I have a computer, well I play computer games.  I’m horrible at them, I’m the person most likely to shoot the wall, the sky, the ground… anything but the target… but I love them just the same.
  6. I have 3 sisters.  They are all blonde.  I have no idea where my brown hair comes from except that my parents both have brown hair.
  7. I sported a mullet for far too many years while growing up.  I didn’t KNOW it was a mullet, I just thought it was the easiest and best hairstyle ever.  Years worth of photos of me as a child I’m grinning and sporting spiked hair on the top with it long in the back.  And sometimes you can’t tell if I’m a boy or a girl.  I blame the mullet.
  8. I have 3 cats.  I never meant to have 3 cats.  I meant to have ONE cat, a gray one called Moe.  I got a black and white one and called him Moe.  The other two ended up in my house because they found me.  I talk to my cats like a crazy cat lady and Moe is incredibly spoiled.  The other two regard me as mildly insane and keep their distance  (cats… who can understand them?).
  9. I wear makeup maybe 3-4 times per year.  I own some fantastic makeup but still can’t handle the way the stuff feels on my face.  The stuff I own now is better than anything else out there in the world but it still drives me nuts after a while.  Thankfully I’m blessed with nice skin or I’d look like walking death all the time.
  10. I can shower, get dressed, blow dry my hair and even run a straight iron through it and be ready to walk out the door in 30 minutes.  I hate spending a lot of time getting ready in the morning, I have no patience for it (possibly another reason I don’t wear makeup) and the first thing I always ask before a new hairstyle (which I’ve sported the current one for years and years now) is “will it take much effort to fix every morning?”

Well, there you have 10 things about me!  Hopefully I didn’t bore you to death.

These blog awards tend to spread like wildfire and so I’m only going to pass it on to one person (mainly because I’d like to see her responses).

So… Rita… over at The Giggly Bits… here’s to you!

So that’s what it’s like

Another brilliant run today.  Seriously brilliant.

Today’s scheduled program is 3 miles of running and I decided to do extra and wound up at 3.4something.  It felt fantastic, it felt great and I sprinted up the hill towards my house to finish.  Yes, sprinted.  I huffed and puffed afterwards but I totally worked it up the hill.

Again, I wish I had something to keep track of my time on these runs as it would be nice to know how I’m actually doing…. buuuuut… perhaps I’m better off not knowing… yes?

A couple of things I noticed during this run:  I’m not so out of breath.  I don’t think I’m running slower than usual (I actually think I’m running a bit faster) but I don’t seem to be as out of breath which means I can work the hills a bit and actually recover afterwards…. which is nice.   And the other thing I noticed?  When I’m not so focused on my breathing, I love running.  It feels nice.  It feels good.

Oh wait, one last thing: I have a sweat problem. I keep getting sweat in my eyes when there is no breeze to make the sweat evaporates before it starts to run.  Any advice on this other than “lift my chin”?

And then there is the other thing which happened today.  The thing I’ve been worried about since I started running outside.

I fell.  It’s garbage day in the subdivision and these people had a bunch of carpet and stuff out with their garbage and to get around it I had to move pretty far out into the road.  As I approached the corner of the street (the one where I’d take the bike path down the busy road and then go home – literally I have about a half mile left), a car came around the corner, barely stopping at the stop sign and I quickly swerved around the garbage and back to the side of a road and into a pothole.

Oops.

I wobbled.  I wobbled a lot.  I went down onto my palms and realized I was about to land directly on my knee so I twisted around to land on my back.

Yes, I ended up laying on my back on the side of the road.

After pausing a moment to check for blood (none!) and pain (a little) I got up and went to wave at the guy in the car to let him know I wasn’t deathly injured.  He hadn’t even stopped. All I could think was “really”?  What a jerk.  You watch someone fall down like that and you just assume they’re gonna be ok?  Seriously?

Though the fall seemed to happen in slow motion, I think I’d stopped moving maybe all of five seconds when I started running again.  Totally felt hard core as I finished my run despite having fallen into a pothole.  I suppose having been bloodied up and still running would have made me OFFICIALLY hard core, but… meh.

All in all I survived one of my biggest fears (falling on a run) relatively unscathed.  A few scratches on my hands, a twisted back (chiro took care of that already) and a big eye roll to the guy in the car who didn’t stop…. but not too bad.

wimpy wimpy wimpy

Upper body strength training… is there anything I enjoy less?  Yes.  Are there about a million things I enjoy more?  Also yes.

There is a small part of me which feels relieved that at least this huge piece of equipment sitting in the basement is finally getting some use.

That, my friends is a monster machine called a Bio Force.  I bought it for my husband ages ago (like 2 or 3 years ago) after he got all excited about it after watching an infomercial.  I don’t think he’s done more than one workout on it.  Prior to these most recent arm/upper body workouts, I’ve done several.  It came with a book showing various exercises, the locations of the movable pulleys, the difficulty level (beginner, intermediate, advanced) and a schedule of workouts… all quite nice.

I remember when we first got it, I decided to do it… really do it.  So, I pulled out the book and did workout number one.  There were single leg squats in this workout. I recall very clearly not being able to sit down without collapsing (you know, from my leg muscles giving out halfway into the sit) for about a week.  Needless to say I didn’t go back.  I had tried it again from time to time but strength training just isn’t my idea of fun.

Anyway, consider me happy the stupid thing is finally getting some use.  The other purpose it’s serving is enabling me to not have to think about what exactly I want to do to my arms/chest/back.  I’m just going through those weekly workouts and cutting out anything dealing with my legs, hips or butt.  Last Thursday was my first and I must admit I did have sore arms/shoulders after the workout but nothing extreme.  It’s a nice feeling, yes, I will admit.

Today’s focused a lot on the deltoids.  Can I just say what an upper body wimp I am?  At one point, the 5 lbs (lowest weight available) was enough to make the exercise uncomfortable and my posture not great and so I had to step away from the machine and mimic the exercise using my 3 lb free weights.  Seriously.  I am such a wimp.

All I can say for myself is… hey, at least I’m doing something about it now.

So yeah, I’m incredibly happy to be using this machine.  (Prior to this, the most frequent user would have been one of my cats, Moe.  He sits in the seat while I muck about with the laundry.  It’s like his throne.  After I’m done with the laundry he stands up expectantly and meows at me… because he wants me to carry him up the stairs.  And I do.. because I’ve created a monster and I think he’s cute.)  I felt pretty embarrassed for anyone to go into the basement before and see the monstrosity because, well, it was pretty obvious neither my husband or I were using it.

“Hey!  Look what an infomercial suckered us into buying!  Too bad it doesn’t make you lose weight just by owning it!”  *sigh*

Anyone else out there have a collection of equipment they never used to use or still don’t use? I’m not the only one, right?