Archive for March 2011

It was a pretty chill weekend. I went for a 4 mile run on Saturday and then an 8 mile run on Sunday.

I was feeling pretty proud of myself until I got to work Monday and saw the giant birthday cake sitting at the desk across from me. I love birthday cake. I had a giant piece and didn’t beat myself up about it, since it was nice out and I planned on going for another long run that night.

I walked in the door of my apartment and realized I was still really hungry and couldn’t possibly go for a run on an empty (not really empty) stomach… So I went to Safeway and bought some Triscuits and a brick of  sharp cheddar cheese. Then went home and tried to have just a few slices with crackers… I’m sure you won’t be shocked when I tell you that the outcome of this story was me not going for a run and eating an entire brick of cheese while watching Dancing with the Stars. AN ENTIRE BRICK OF CHEESE. That’s like 900 calories! Barf.

I felt like a real Sasquatch on Tuesday but was back on track. I got to the gym after work and a guy I always notice but never talked to called me out for not being at the gym the day before and asked me where the hell I was. I didn’t have the heart to tell him about the cheese so I just said I skipped. What he said next made my year: “It’s just that you’re ALWAYS here. Why are you so dedicated? You’re getting skinny as shit.” Do you hear that, people?! SKINNY AS SHIT! I almost took him into the sauna and made out with him I was so happy. That was enough motivation to make sure I hit the gym for the rest of this week.

The weigh in this morning was 162 lbs. I don’t really care because I can definitely see more definition and tone on my body and my pants fit better too. I don’t have to suck in to button them…

I have my half-marathon coming up next weekend so I’m going to do a 4 mile run on Saturday and a 12 mile on Sunday. I’m pretty sure I can do it but we’ll see.

For those of you in the Portland area, I’ll be working the Portland Better Living Show this weekend slangin’ Dr. Kracker. Feel free to stop by and sample/buy some delicious vegan products! I’m only working Saturday but the show goes on Fri-Sun.

I’d like to start by talking about what happened Friday night: I got to the gym and was NOT feeling it. At all. I did a pathetic half hour of cardio and then went to Safeway on my walk home. I bought 2 cartons of blueberries and some crackers, which were meant to last me the week. I got home and made a salad for dinner along with some bulgar. I polished off those and then dove into the blueberries… 2 cartons later I had moved on to the crackers. Finished those. Then in the middle of a riveting episode of  “Super Nanny”, I needed some chocolate. I decided if I ran to the convenience store it would make it okay. I ran into a problem once I got there though, how the hell am I supposed to pick between Milkduds and Reeses Pieces? Buy them both of course! Here is what took real talent. I finished the Reeses WHILE running home. I finished the Milkduds once I got home. It’s amazing I’m still single…

The funniest part is my friend, Kristin (don’t worry, she gave me permission to use her name), texted me a similiar story the next day:

“I ran 2 miles today and my only motivation was that I told my fatass to run to McDonald’s and then proceeded to scarf down two double cheeseburgers. I ate both cheeseburgers in a dark parking lot outside like a homeless person.”

God, I love her.

I didn’t beat myself up too much about Friday because I knew I had my 15K coming up on Sunday. I got 50% off through my job at the Adidas employee store so I went a little nuts in there on Saturday and stocked up on all new gear. It basically looks like adidas threw up on me when I workout now.

I was pretty nervous the day of the race considering I’d only been running 5 miles on the weekends and was about to try and conquer 9.3. The race ended up being really fun and I finished in 1:28, which I was happy as hell about. That’s less than a 10 minute mile!

Those races got me excited about running again, which has not been the case since I ran the SF marathon a few years ago. So, I signed up for 2 more races:

The Race for the Roses half-marathon

and the Bridge to Brews 10K

If you’re in the Portland area, SIGN UP! Or, come cheer me on and buy me a beer afterward. Either way.

Yesterday was St. Patrick’s day and OF COURSE my office has to throw a party and have a buffet of food. This shit is getting old. I ate my weight in potato wedges. I wanted to skip the gym and get frozen yogurt but forced myself to go anyway.

So now for the weigh in, 162.2. I’ve clearly hit a plateau. Considering I’ve only lost 6 pounds in 2.5 months, that’s not saying much. I can’t say I’m too unhappy about it, though. I’m still seeing results from hitting the gym everyday (See previous post). I’m hoping the long distance running will give me the boost I need. I’m going to attempt to run 10 miles on Sunday.

Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!

Even though I haven’t lost that much weight, 3 months of working out everyday is toning me up a bit:

The company I work for had a “Sweet 16″ birthday party to celebrate 16 years of being in business. The celebration included 3 towers of cupcakes and a buffet of fried food (there was also a DJ and karaoke but my focus was clearly elsewhere). I lasted about .05 seconds after they set up before a red velvet cupcake was in my mouth. It was everything I dreamed about and more. I told myself I was just going to have the one cupcake and leave the rest of the food alone. About 15 minutes after I told myself that I started jonesing like a drug addict. I was already in my tailspin and grabbed a plate and filled it to the brim… Then went back for seconds… and thirds… and had 2 more cupcakes.

Now I know everyone has their days but here’s what makes me out of control: Instead of going to the gym I went out to dinner and ordered a New York Strip with bacon wrapped onion rings. There are few things wrong with this (besides the obvious):

1. I don’t eat red meat or bacon.

2. I wasn’t hungry.

3. I ate the whole thing.

I think this proves that this blog is appropriately titled.

The rest of the week I was good with my workouts and diet… Until Saturday. That day is always my pitfall. I went out and had a few drinks… and then proceeded to eat half a bag of bread topped solely with mustard. I woke up with dried mustard underneath my fingernails and shame in my heart.

This brings us to today’s weigh in, 162 exactly. Can’t say I’m surprised by the 0.8 gain. I have a new goal: I just want to get into the 150’s for Christ’s sake. Give me a couple weeks and STOP YELLING!

I have the 15K Shamrock Run on Sunday. If you don’t hear from me this week, look for my body in a ditch by the T-curves.

Cupcake Tower:

Well friends, my plan to avoid the booze is not going well. I love it too much. Also, I’m 24, single, and live downtown. Get real. I decided to celebrate  George Washington’s birthday with a bottle of red wine… I drank the whole thing because I thought G.W. would have wanted it that way.

I’ve been eating healthy and working out every day but had a minor obstacle when one of the Senior V.P.’s came to town and we hosted a happy hour for a chance to “network”. If networking involved shoving all the free fried appetizers in my face, I’d be CEO of the company by now. I tried to balance it out by hitting the gym afterward but ended up buying a roll of sushi and a bag of grapes… I managed to eat 3/4 of the bag and brought the rest into work the next day to get rid of my shame.

My scale ran out of batteries on Friday (I swear I’m not making this up) which is why this post is a few days late. I finally bought a new battery and weighed myself this morning: 161.2! Wham. Bam. Thank you, ma’am. The 5.8 pounds puts me back to where I was about a month ago but oh well. I still feel like a winner.

Here is the new tattoo:

Michigan Pride!