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Posted on Oct 19, 2011 in Dear Diary, Vlog, Weigh Ins | 55 comments

Being Productive

What is more productive than being stuck at home for two days straight with intense kidney stone pain? Why,vlogging, of course! In keeping with my past attempts, I am continuing to try to up the ante in terms of production value. Enter my brother’s amazing (er, expensive) camera and me spending 10 minutes just trying to focus the lens (and still not totally succeeding.) Oh well!

That may or may not be Vampire Diaries paused in the background. NO JUDGING.

To sum up the video for those of you who can’t watch it yet, I feel much, much better (thank you so much for your concern and well wishes!) According to Le Doctor, this means I either passed the kidney stone or never had one to begin with (I am rather skeptical of the latter hypothesis, for obvious reasons.) I’m not super thrilled at the fact that I’ve used up two days of PTO from work, since I’m taking more days off for my trip to Ottawa over Halloween weekend, but there’s not much I can do about that now. What I can do, however, is figure out a cute, creative Halloween costume that is carry-on-able so I can take it with me when I go! Hopefully you guys can help out with that one, since my creativity feels pretty spent at present moment (for what reason though, I couldn’t tell you. Maybe I’m just not as creative as I like to think, hahaha.)

48/365 This Is Not The Enemy

In other news, I weighed in this morning but I’m making yet another executive decision NOT to officially report it here since I don’t feel it really counts. Don’t get me wrong, I would LOVE to be able to count it, seeing as how two days of pain, irregular eating, and the inability to, er, hold onto my food (gross!) has brought me not one, not two, but THREE pounds lost. However, I’m not stupid (well, not always, anyway) so I know it’s not a “real” loss. And now that my appetite is finally back, things are sure to go right back to where they were. I’m eager to keep the false hope to a minimum, haha.

Hopefully these fading twinges of pain mean that I can get on track with training for the 15K. I’ve actually decided to follow a training plan FORREALZ (whaaaat?!) So today I’ll see if I’m up to some yoga and tomorrow I’ll be on Thursday of Week 3: 2m + strength training. It feels oddly good to have a set schedule like this! Even though I fully acknowledge I’ll probably be terrible at sticking to it. It’s the thought that counts, right? 🙂

Any halloween costume ideas for me? Remember: needs to be packable, TSA-approved, and awesome. You are all much, much more creative than me soooo… HALP!

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Posted on Oct 12, 2011 in Dear Diary, Weigh Ins, Weight Loss | 67 comments

A Lofty Goal (Weigh-in)

So let’s talk goals.

I’ll be honest with you and admit that I’ve never been a very goal-oriented person. I guess I’m just not ambitious enough when it comes down to it – I don’t have that truly competitive spirit that drives me. That forces me to finish what I start. That’s not to say that I don’t HAVE goals, of course. I make promises to myself, and I try to aim in the right direction.

On Target

It’s just never really mattered all that much to me whether I land exactly on target.

And the goals I’ve been setting for myself lately? They haven’t been what I would call revolutionary.

I told myself that I would go grocery shopping today, so I did. Goal!


I told myself that I needed to cook a healthy dinner, so I did. Goal!


And I told myself that for these two consecutive wedding-filled weekends, complete with buffets and cake and probably a few too many vodka sodas, that I wasn’t going to worry about losing weight. That I simply needed to maintain.

Starting Weight: 246 lbs
Last Week’s Weight: 186.2 lbs
This Week’s Weight: 186.0 lbs
This Week’s Change: -0.2 lbs


“It’s about the journey, not the destination.”
“It’s the thought that counts.”
“A for effort!”

I’ve never really thought of my aversion to “real” goal-setting as a bad thing. The way I’ve always seen it, the world is simply made up of different kinds of people: some are driven by always needing to be harder, better, faster, stronger. And then there are those of us who are okay with 2nd-through-last place. I’ve always known that I am one of the latter. And I’ve always been okay with that.


After all, it’s gotten me this far — through the past 60 lbs, a few 5Ks and even a 5 miler!

I did it!Jump Shot Fail

The thing is… I’m starting to think that maybe I’m using it as a bit of a crutch. Another excuse, another justification. The whole “I am the way that I am!” schtick only goes so far, and we already know that my activity level goes from wimpy to non-existant if I don’t have something I should be (but probably am not) training for. While there’s really no denying the fact that yes, I am the way that I am, it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t still strive. That I shouldn’t reach. That I should settle only for goals I know that I’ll meet.

I think I’m realizing why I generally set the bar low. Yes, it is a great feeling when you’re able to cross something off, when you can say you’ve achieved yet another thing you wanted to achieve. But it is absolutely terrifying when you think that you can’t. I’m proud of the goals I’ve been able to meet thus far, but c’mon. How am I supposed to inspire anybody if the loftiest goal on my list right now is “cook dinner”?

All I know is, I’m tired of settling. I want to strive, I want to reach. I want to try, even if I fail.

9.3 miles.
December 3rd.

Here we go.

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Posted on Sep 26, 2011 in Dear Diary, Working Out | 71 comments

Navy 5 Miler 2011

Yesterday, I ran 5 miles. And I only threw up in my mouth a tiny bit afterward! Aren’t you proud of me?!

I did it!
I did it! And the ludicrous amount of sweat on my body proves it!

I am so proud of myself for doing it: no excuses, no injuries, and tons of complaining. So proud, in fact, I don’t even care that I have approximately 6.3 chins in the above picture! I was so nervous about the Navy 5 Miler that I actually dreamt about the race the night before (second-worst dream ever. #1 is a story for another time, hahaha.) You may have even tuned into my pre-run freaking out on Twitter or Facebook, haha.

Doomsday Cometh

Due to my extreme lack of actual training, I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to finish the distance within the allotted time (90 minutes, or a 15 min/mile average pace.) Which to those of you who have run or are training for 10 milers, half-marathons, or marathons, probably sounds ridiculous. But for those of us with a, er, rather tumultuous relationship with running (or exercise in general), it felt like a pretty realistic fear!

What am I doing here?

That sentiment didn’t change a whole lot when we got there, but I tried to rally. After all, in for a penny, in for a pound, right? (What an apt saying for this blog, haha.)


Unfortunately seeing all of crazy buff ex-military personnel (it was the Navy 5 miler, after all!) didn’t do too much to quell my fears. These runners be CRAZY: the male winner finished the race in 26:23. THAT IS RIDICULOUS.


It was a good thing I had these two kiddos there to help me maintain the modicum of sanity I have:

The Happy CoupleSmile!

My sister very generously offered to run the race with me, as she has for my previous races, but I let her run with her hubs. They obviously smoked me, but then circled back after they had finished to run with me to the end. Talk about motivation! I couldn’t exactly complain about having to run the last half mile when they were tacking on extra mileage themselves just for me!

Sisterly Motivation

I managed to find myself a couple of running buddies anyway. We bumped into my sister’s boss at the starting line, and she kept me company and at a really good pace (11:30 – 12:00) for the first mile or so. Unfortunately, as we looped back past the starting area (where the portapotties were) I realized that I had to, you know, “go”. And if I didn’t go now, it’d be another 4 miles before I could (no bueno.) So I had to bid her adieu and make a little pitstop. Lucky for me, it wasn’t long before I met Jill on the road, who actually asked me about the Honey, I Shrunk the Gretchen! shirt I was wearing! We ran/speedwalked the entire rest of the race together, setting personal distance records for both of us! Whoooo!

Hi Jill!

Please ignore the deranged look on my face in the photo above. I’m just amazed I’m still standing, haha. I finished strong and sweaty, full-out sprinting the last tenth of a mile at a pace so fast, I was really sure I would trip over my feet and break my face. Luckily, the only thing that broke was my gag reflex. At least it got the attention of the MC – he called out my name as I crossed the finish line!

Jump Shot Fail
Though I clearly didn’t have quite the energy leftover necessary for a successful jump shot, haha.

After proving that I would not, in fact, pass out, I quickly hightailed it (well, as quickly as I was physically able at this point) to the food stands. NOURISH ME!

Nourish me!

One apple and peanut butter cookie later (not to mention an entire bottle of water – half for rinsing the salty sweat out of my eyes, hahaha), we were on our way home. A pre-packaged, processed cookie has never tasted so good! I also may or may not have pilfered a couple of extra apples, bananas, and muffins for later… shhh.

SistersPeace, Love, and Running.

After expelling all of my energy on the road (holy crap I was so tired!), the only true way to refuel was with… brunch! Off the whole family went to the 4 P’s for their brunch buffet. It was the first time I had ever been there for brunch, and it was pretty rockin’! Everything from smoked salmon (my loooove!) to shepherd’s pie. Nom nommity nom.


Don’t worry, my second plate had some fruit on it. 😉

I gotta say, in spite of all my moaning and groaning about the race, running, and exercise in general, I feel really accomplished having done this. I completed 5 miles with an official time of 1:09:53 (in my mind I’m cutting off a few minutes for my bathroom detour though, hahaha) and an average pace of in the high 13s, which is actually faster than my first 5K that I jogged completely! Racing is a very addictive thing. Not that I’m really “racing” per se, but you know, the crowd, the excitement, the cheering – it’s fun! I was swearing up and down just yesterday that I’ll never sign up for another race again but… I’m definitely going to have to think about it. With a quote I picked up from my good friend Lara:

Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when it stops.

I’m looking at you, Hot Chocolate 5K.

What are you proud of for accomplishing lately? Let’s try to collectively lift our spirits on this drab Monday!

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Posted on Mar 27, 2011 in Fail, Working Out | 3 comments

Out for Blood

Yesterday morning I awoke bright and early to head up to Columbia, MD to run the Red Cross “Out for Blood” 5K. It was something like 34 degrees outside (so much for all my ideas of a nice, warm-but-not-too-warm, cool-but-not-too-cool Spring run, eh?)


Yep, while everyone else in the blog world was running the DC National Half Marathon, I was failing miserably at my li’l ol’ suburban Maryland 5K. Le sigh.


Amanda, my sister, her hubs, and our friend Jeff all ran the race with me.


As well as some other old friends:


And a huge thanks to my boyfriend Steve for getting up early with us and staking out in the freezing cold to play photographer (all the photos in this post were taken by him.) Our friend Evan also came up and shot a few shots of us throughout the course.

So… the race. Well, it was not good.

I am still stick, so I was running with congestion, exhaustion, and general feeling-icky-ness against me. And that’s aside from the frigid air that I had to suck down my still-sore throat. Blech. From the second that the race started, I knew that it was going to be a rough ride.


After the first mile, I started feeling literally sick to my stomach and, worried that I was going to throw up, I slowed down to a walk. Amanda went ahead and Jen stayed back to keep me company and try to egg me along. It was so depressing. I was so upset with myself for walking, for feeling like I wasn’t strong enough to run the whole thing, and for having had such built-up expectations for how it would go. Future tip for myself: don’t run a 5K if you’re sick. It just isn’t worth it.


The smile above is sooooooo not an appropriate glimpse of how things went from this point on. I probably ended up walking a little less than half of the 5K, though I did try very hard to speedwalk most of the time we weren’t jogging at least (at my sister’s encouragement, that is.)

I did try to at least FINISH strong, so it was a mad sprint for the end:


My face in the following photos is a much closer approximation of how the whole thing felt:


(Jenny is laughing because she was caught so off guard when I took off sprinting for the finish, haha.)

So yeah. Definitely not my strongest moment. There’s another 5K that is part of the Fitbloggin’ conference at the end of May, so I’m hoping to be able to redeem myself then. The silver lining of this whole experience is that our finishing time (42:51) for this race was really not much longer than that of my first 5K (barely under 42 minutes). So the fact that even with having walked half of it I almost matched the time of my first race (where I did jog the whole thing) is a fair measure of my fitness progress, IMO. No?


Hoo boy. Onward and upward, I guess.

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Posted on Oct 29, 2010 in Working Out | 15 comments


Well guys, I did it! I signed up for my very first race. SOME’s 40th Anniversary Thanksgiving Trot for Hunger – a 5K! I’m going to run it with my sister, and I’m really jazzed! It takes place at 8:30 AM on Thanksgiving Day, which is good because then I can feel slightly less guilty about gorging myself on delicious Thanksgiving food later that day, hehehe.

It is for a good cause, so if any of you feel like sharing your hard-earned cash monies, feel free to do so by clicking here. No pressure though! All I really want is you to donate is your words of encouragement, because I’m starting to realize just how soon this is going to be happening! Ahhh!!

I am officially going to be stepping up my training starting on Monday. I’m going to start following the Couch to 5K program, but luckily since I’m not actually starting from the couch I think I can bump up a few weeks. Which is really necessary because it’s a 9-week program and the race is in 4 weeks! Omgggg, I’m really freaking out now.

No, but really, this is going to be great motivation for me. All I want to do is be able to finish it. Obviously I want to be able to run the whole time, and I’ve already worked up to running 1.4 miles so it’s like I’m kinda-sorta halfway there, right? I just need to make training for this regular, regimented, and stick to it!

Do you guys think I’m crazy for doing this? I think this is going to be a really important step in my journey so far. An important goal to cross off of the list, because it proves that I’m not just doing this all for the inches on my waistline and the numbers on the scale. I’m doing this for fitness. For health. And for charity – hooray!

Feel free to give me your candid opinions on whether or not I’m totally out of my mind for thinking I can do this. And please share any tips you seasoned racers out there may have! I’m thinking positively here, though. I mean, did I ever think in the past 22 years of my life that I would ever try to run a 5K? 🙂

I know this is an awkward way to end, but check out Anne’s blog for her Mighty Leaf Tea giveaway! I need to be cool like all the big kid bloggers and do things like giveaways. Maybe it’ll make some you lurkers creep out of the woodwork and comment. 😉

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