02/21/2011
283.2 lbs
That is definitely yesterday's weight. I was in such a hurry to be on time this morning (which, might I add, I was 4 minutes early) that I forgot to weigh myself. And I really wanted to, too.
I didn't work out Friday night. I just checked out. I went home and immediately cracked open a beer (which is actually a rarity to have in the house). I just wasn't down with the whole idea of trying to get my ass moving after work. Especially by myself for the first time out of the gate again. It's just one of those things.
I did work out on Saturday, tho. For an hour! With a new workout buddy! She's a new friend, met her in December at a Wine Down Wednesday (half price bottles of wine...I heart Wednesdays)/Birthday Celebration. We were instant BFFs. Anyway, I asked her if she'd be interested in working out with me on Saturday. She said yes! YEA!! So here she comes, all 4'11" of her, (I should tell you, her size or lack there of, does not bother me in the slightest) in a little tennis outfit 'cause she just got done with a clinic. I hop on my favorite elliptical machine, which btw, has a lot more "wear and tear" since the last time I've seen it, poor thing, and she hops on the treadmill beside me.
I do a fairly good incline for 24.43 minutes. At that point, I could feel a heat rash developing in a location I'd rather not disclose right now. I forgot about those. So, I tell her I've had enough elliptical and she says, "we're gonna hit the weights, right?" Sure. I'm thinking that my arms could use a little workout, too. We spend the next 45 minutes on almost every machine in the place. It was awesome. And hillarious. I hope that laughing burns calories, too.
There's this bicep/tricep machine where you have to put your elbows down on this ledge and take these handle things and push the weights down and back. I never used it before. I always skipped it. Well, Little Bit added it to our list of machines to use. It made me discover I have muscles above my elbows. I know this now because they hurt every time I move more than my fingers and wrists. I'm talking pain. Real pain. Still-lingering-it-hurts-to-pick-up-the-phone-and-lift-my-coffee-cup-two-days-later pain. My rash is gone, thank GOD, my legs feel no stress or soreness whatsoever, but DEAR LORD my arms.
I remember that I got sore after workout. I remember feeling like I needed to go to the ER after my first hiphophell class. Don't laugh, I seriously considered it. What I don't remember is the actual feeling of the pain. The soreness every time you move in just the right-or maybe wrong-way and you just want to freeze and never move again.
Of course, freezing is not an option. Lack of motion is why I'm so damn sore in the first place. I know this is the first step [again] in getting healthy, but this is definitely a part of the process I don't like. I did enjoy the sweating, tho. And boy, did I sweat!
So, I'm doing it all again on Tuesday. Yea. Holy Crap. Both sentiments really apply. Little Bit has agreed to work out with me. She's not a gym bunny which is awesome. As a matter of fact, as I drank my mojitos and she drank her mimosas over brunch on Sunday. She was telling me how sore she was, too!
Misery does love Company. Especially when adult beverages are involved.
-jafg
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Monday, February 21, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Back In The Saddle Again
02/18/2011
283.8 lbs
That was from like two days ago. Or maybe yesterday.
My ass is flat. And I mean very, very flat. We're talking square pizzabox flat. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Usually about this time (2:00 in the afternoon on a workday) I really start thinking about it. Most of the time I realize that I haven't stood to go to the bathroom, go to the printer or even go to get another cup of coffee. This is ungood. As a matter of fact, it's painful. My ass literally starts aching because I've been sitting on it for so long.
So I got a nudge this morning from one of my real life friends who has been allowed into the JAFG secret world. She reminds me that I've got people that actually do read this blog and that I have been neglecting it. Which has been quite a few times this year. She just had a baby. Well just = six months ago.
We got to chatting about how I had a dry spell on blog topics and that the only thing going on was my frustration on the fact that I wasn't exercising. No one to blame but me. It's been bothering me. I suck. Blah Blah Blah. Well, anyway, she's talking about her baby weight that she refers to as her "dog jowels" (I don't quite get that, but I also didn't ask her to elaborate). Now, mind you, I've seen FB pictures of the girl and she looks lovely. I tell her so. She says she's become a "Master At Camoflauge". MAC said "if I put HALF the effort into actually changing my body instead of hiding it - I'd be in a much better place". Amen, Sistah.
Oh. I should tell you this is all through Messenger which is like online instant texting.
So, being the good friend that I am, I offer to be a "workout inspire-er". She responds at almost the same time with the word ADVERSARY. The gauntlet was thrown down, my friends. The challenge was issued.
We both have access to Gyms and weights. Her weights just happen to come in the form of a mini-human, which I do believe counts for the purpose of competition.MAC and I live about an hour and a half apart so I don't see her all the time. Actually, I see her like 3-4 times a year. We're going to be in Big Southern City in early June and have made that the official "Finish Line". Not that I'll lose all the weight I need to by then, of course, but we're gonna see how much we can do to ourselves (in a positive way) by that time.
Since we don't live close by there's no working out in the same room at the same time which is kinda a bummer. Right now, I have no workout buddy. BB is officially married now and the newlywed version of her is WAAAYYYY different than the fiancee version. That's another story, though. SAG spends all her time either playing tennis or going to sporting events. She's never available (in her defense, her tennis team did make it to the national championships last year). So, I will be working out alone. Starting tonight.
I know my ass is happy about getting some workout and, let's face it, I need to limber up a bit for a certain visit in two weeks (wink, wink). So, I committed to 30 minutes for the elliptical. I also may be meeting a friend out for a beer afterward. I hope they don't cancel each other out.
I am going visit Concierge Gym on Saturday, too. I will even try the weights then. Eee. Gad. I wonder what taking a half a xanax will do to a workout? I have serious anxiety about walking into a gym alone. And since it's been so long, I have to face that anxiety all over again like I've never conquered it before. Well, It's all good. I'll face my fear and will come out the other side feeling damn good. And maybe that won't have anything to do with the xanax.
Oh. If you look up ADVERSARY through Google Search, this is what comes up first:
ad·ver·sar·y/ˈadvərˌserē/Noun
1. One's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute.
2. The Devil.
MAC, I'm picking Option 2.
-jafg
283.8 lbs
That was from like two days ago. Or maybe yesterday.
My ass is flat. And I mean very, very flat. We're talking square pizzabox flat. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Usually about this time (2:00 in the afternoon on a workday) I really start thinking about it. Most of the time I realize that I haven't stood to go to the bathroom, go to the printer or even go to get another cup of coffee. This is ungood. As a matter of fact, it's painful. My ass literally starts aching because I've been sitting on it for so long.
So I got a nudge this morning from one of my real life friends who has been allowed into the JAFG secret world. She reminds me that I've got people that actually do read this blog and that I have been neglecting it. Which has been quite a few times this year. She just had a baby. Well just = six months ago.
We got to chatting about how I had a dry spell on blog topics and that the only thing going on was my frustration on the fact that I wasn't exercising. No one to blame but me. It's been bothering me. I suck. Blah Blah Blah. Well, anyway, she's talking about her baby weight that she refers to as her "dog jowels" (I don't quite get that, but I also didn't ask her to elaborate). Now, mind you, I've seen FB pictures of the girl and she looks lovely. I tell her so. She says she's become a "Master At Camoflauge". MAC said "if I put HALF the effort into actually changing my body instead of hiding it - I'd be in a much better place". Amen, Sistah.
Oh. I should tell you this is all through Messenger which is like online instant texting.
So, being the good friend that I am, I offer to be a "workout inspire-er". She responds at almost the same time with the word ADVERSARY. The gauntlet was thrown down, my friends. The challenge was issued.
We both have access to Gyms and weights. Her weights just happen to come in the form of a mini-human, which I do believe counts for the purpose of competition.MAC and I live about an hour and a half apart so I don't see her all the time. Actually, I see her like 3-4 times a year. We're going to be in Big Southern City in early June and have made that the official "Finish Line". Not that I'll lose all the weight I need to by then, of course, but we're gonna see how much we can do to ourselves (in a positive way) by that time.
Since we don't live close by there's no working out in the same room at the same time which is kinda a bummer. Right now, I have no workout buddy. BB is officially married now and the newlywed version of her is WAAAYYYY different than the fiancee version. That's another story, though. SAG spends all her time either playing tennis or going to sporting events. She's never available (in her defense, her tennis team did make it to the national championships last year). So, I will be working out alone. Starting tonight.
I know my ass is happy about getting some workout and, let's face it, I need to limber up a bit for a certain visit in two weeks (wink, wink). So, I committed to 30 minutes for the elliptical. I also may be meeting a friend out for a beer afterward. I hope they don't cancel each other out.
I am going visit Concierge Gym on Saturday, too. I will even try the weights then. Eee. Gad. I wonder what taking a half a xanax will do to a workout? I have serious anxiety about walking into a gym alone. And since it's been so long, I have to face that anxiety all over again like I've never conquered it before. Well, It's all good. I'll face my fear and will come out the other side feeling damn good. And maybe that won't have anything to do with the xanax.
Oh. If you look up ADVERSARY through Google Search, this is what comes up first:
ad·ver·sar·y/ˈadvərˌserē/Noun
1. One's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute.
2. The Devil.
MAC, I'm picking Option 2.
-jafg
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Inspiration Station
08/12/10
274.8 lbs
Yippee!!
I'm not your typical girl when it comes to movies and tv shows. I love a good action flick and weirdo sci-fi/fantastical stuff. I'm not all D&D, but I loved LOTR. That's Lord of the Rings. I don't dress up as weird characters but I waited in line 2 hours for the opening day of X-Men X2. So what's my point, here. My point is Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
That's a reference to a now cancelled NBC show called Heroes. The show died after it's fourth season-I stopped watching it about 2 episodes into that season btw-but the series' overall storyline is the subject for our discussion today: Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
You know I have my VWBs. Well, today I was chitchatting with Roxie and she said a little something to me that just resonated in my brain like one of those Tibetan Singing Bowls. She said "You are such a good cheerleader". It got me thinking. Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
We're all cheerleaders! We all need each other to encourage us on our good days (just take a look at my weight again!) and our bad days. We need to encourage as much as we need encouragement. Or Inspiration, if you will. Imagine if everyday there was someone telling someone else some words that helped them get though even 5 minutes of something hard. Could be emotional, could be physical, could be mental. I'm not just talking weight loss here, but it's definitely included. Imagine if YOU had someone telling you some Inspiring words everyday. Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
Get it? You're the cheerleader. I'm the cheerleader. Everybody's the cheerleader. Think about a 5k or a marathon run. Think about those water stations; those very important lifeline-like water stations. Runners need those to continue on course. Now think of yourself as that virtual water station and everyone you meet today as a runner (whether in the healthy-weightloss-world or not). Give 'em a big dose of Inspiration. And maybe a little water'd be good, too. You never know which Cheerleader you may be saving by being a Cheerleader yourself.
-jafg
274.8 lbs
Yippee!!
I'm not your typical girl when it comes to movies and tv shows. I love a good action flick and weirdo sci-fi/fantastical stuff. I'm not all D&D, but I loved LOTR. That's Lord of the Rings. I don't dress up as weird characters but I waited in line 2 hours for the opening day of X-Men X2. So what's my point, here. My point is Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
That's a reference to a now cancelled NBC show called Heroes. The show died after it's fourth season-I stopped watching it about 2 episodes into that season btw-but the series' overall storyline is the subject for our discussion today: Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
You know I have my VWBs. Well, today I was chitchatting with Roxie and she said a little something to me that just resonated in my brain like one of those Tibetan Singing Bowls. She said "You are such a good cheerleader". It got me thinking. Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
We're all cheerleaders! We all need each other to encourage us on our good days (just take a look at my weight again!) and our bad days. We need to encourage as much as we need encouragement. Or Inspiration, if you will. Imagine if everyday there was someone telling someone else some words that helped them get though even 5 minutes of something hard. Could be emotional, could be physical, could be mental. I'm not just talking weight loss here, but it's definitely included. Imagine if YOU had someone telling you some Inspiring words everyday. Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
Get it? You're the cheerleader. I'm the cheerleader. Everybody's the cheerleader. Think about a 5k or a marathon run. Think about those water stations; those very important lifeline-like water stations. Runners need those to continue on course. Now think of yourself as that virtual water station and everyone you meet today as a runner (whether in the healthy-weightloss-world or not). Give 'em a big dose of Inspiration. And maybe a little water'd be good, too. You never know which Cheerleader you may be saving by being a Cheerleader yourself.Ra Ra Ree and Stuff!
-jafg
Monday, August 9, 2010
A New Day
08/09/10
276.4 lbs
Yippee! I actually made it through the weekend and L-O-S-T weight. I am almost to my lowest point on this blog again. This is a moment to celebrate.
I love Nina Simone. I love this song. It seems appropriate and I hope you'll all take it with you through the week.
I'm happy to report that the VWBs all celebrated great things over the weekend. Angela Pea rocked out a class at the Y on Friday. Roxie kicked jogging's ass on Sunday. Kimert killed 6 miles on Saturday. Amanda conquered the elliptical, too.
I, on the other hand, was down for the count. All weekend. Before you get all sadfaced and let down because I didn't make it though my 7-day challenge, I must tell you that I had a 24-hour stomach bug (which may have been brough on by the egg drop soup I made for the first time) and...(queue "dreadful" music)...a UTI.
The positives. I've never consumed so much water in my freakin life.
The negatives. BB's bachelorette party is this weekend. I can't consume alcoholic beverages for two weeks (thank you, Antibiotics). I'll be playing the role of Mother Hen this weekend, I guess. Sigh.
Can you say UGH? I'm glad to know that Friday wasn't just a punked out day. I was feeling a bit bad that I didn't hit my finish line. Once I realized that my body was busy addressing other issues, well, I felt a little better about it. See, the challenge wasn't to prove that I could be active for 7 days straight, it was to build momentum. And it's done that. I've done that. Me and my VWBs!
So. Today is a new day. It's a new week and a new game plan for the VWBs. Right now, I'm not up for a lot of movement. This does not mean that I'm off the wagon. I am simply going to focus extra hard on eating right and drinking plenty of water. As a matter of fact, that is my VWB gameplan this week.
I want to know that the girls are doing their workouts as needed. That means Kimert and her morning sessions, Pea and her Y classes, Roxie and her jogging/BL sessions, and Amanda and her strength training.
What I need this week is encouragement to continually drink water and eat right. Stay the course. Keep the momentum.
'Cause I'm feeling good. Sort of.
-jafg
Friday, August 6, 2010
Oy Vey
08/06/10
278.2 lbs
I stayed home from work today.
I'm physically exhausted. I spent most of the day in bed.
I am up now. I ate a peanut butter jelly sandwich and a glass of soymilk. I'm still a little wiped with a headache. This 7 days is hard. I've pushed myself to the limit each day. Today, I think I'll just play a little Wii ping pong or something. I am planning on getting my 30 minutes in, but it won't be hardcore. I'll pick that back up tomorrow and Sunday.
I did My Fitness Coach last night and I like it! It's hard work, but I can do it. And I will.
Today, today's 30 minutes will be more game like than work out.
It's just how it is.
-jafg
278.2 lbs
I stayed home from work today.
I'm physically exhausted. I spent most of the day in bed.
I am up now. I ate a peanut butter jelly sandwich and a glass of soymilk. I'm still a little wiped with a headache. This 7 days is hard. I've pushed myself to the limit each day. Today, I think I'll just play a little Wii ping pong or something. I am planning on getting my 30 minutes in, but it won't be hardcore. I'll pick that back up tomorrow and Sunday.
I did My Fitness Coach last night and I like it! It's hard work, but I can do it. And I will.
Today, today's 30 minutes will be more game like than work out.
It's just how it is.
-jafg
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Four Days Down. Three To Go.
08/05/10
279.2 lbs
I can't tell you how happy I am to see those 80's disappear. They really scared me. I don't ever want to see them again. Not on this side of 200, anyway.
So I totally kicked some elliptical ass last night with Amanda. She has a serious workout plan. She does lunges and upper body work and lower body work and treadmill work and she's crazy. Just sayin. She sent me a picture of her mid-workout. I sent one of me post-workout. We shared sweaty pictures. Which sounds worse than it really was.
I did 30 minutes which burned 300 calories and 2 miles. Yea! I've never sweat so much in my life. Sweat was dripping, dripping off my arms. My arms! It literally was running down my face. I couldn't wipe my face fast enough toward the end. That was cool, actually. I kept tabs on my pulse (thanks Cardio Class teacher!) and stayed below 30. I did intervals of 5 minutes fast, 2.5 minutes slower, 5 minutes fast and so forth. Toward the end, all I could do was a constant moderate.
I had a bit of a mishap, though. My kneecap locked on me a few times cause I pushed my speed just a bit much. I was in the "Rocky Moment" meaning I was all gung-ho and wanted to push myself to the limit. This means, of course, that I went past the limit and now it keeps doing it. Anyone got a remedy for this?
So today is my day with Roxie. Poor Roxie. Somehow along our quick communications, I completely forgot to give her my number. She faithfully did her workout this morning without any wexting. I feel bad. Sorry, Foxie! Fortunately it's been remedied. She has my number and I have hers (which I had and I still didn't text. Bad jafg!) and she'll be wexting me tonight. Roxie's got her own 30 day challange she's giving herself. Mosey on over and read about it.
Well, tonight I have a date with my Wii. I'll have to dust it off and see if I remember how to turn it on. I'm trying a new game. It's "My Fitness Coah". If I don't like it, I'll go to the Boxing in Wii Sports. LOVE the boxing. And the swordplay for that matter. Both tend to get the heart going a bit. Especially the boxing. I also have the She-devil workout-also known as Jenny McCarthy Your Shape-but I don't think my arms and legs can take that this time. I'm feeling this 7-day challenge.
Everybody, please locate your hips. Now, move your hands down just slightly where they are now resting on the top outter portion of your thighs. I'm not talking the side of your thigh, I'm talking still on the top but toward the outer part. Did you find it? Guess what. There's a muscle there. I had to look it up. I didn't know it exsisted until this week. Especially today. Every time I stand up from a sitting position, this little thing screams at me. Very loudly I might add. Funny enough, it's not when I sit, just when I stand. Really, it's not that funny.
Tomorrow I'm going to see about another class at the Y. Either that, or I'll be hitting the elliptical again.
I am so looking forward to my eighth day.
-jafg
279.2 lbs
I can't tell you how happy I am to see those 80's disappear. They really scared me. I don't ever want to see them again. Not on this side of 200, anyway.
So I totally kicked some elliptical ass last night with Amanda. She has a serious workout plan. She does lunges and upper body work and lower body work and treadmill work and she's crazy. Just sayin. She sent me a picture of her mid-workout. I sent one of me post-workout. We shared sweaty pictures. Which sounds worse than it really was.
I did 30 minutes which burned 300 calories and 2 miles. Yea! I've never sweat so much in my life. Sweat was dripping, dripping off my arms. My arms! It literally was running down my face. I couldn't wipe my face fast enough toward the end. That was cool, actually. I kept tabs on my pulse (thanks Cardio Class teacher!) and stayed below 30. I did intervals of 5 minutes fast, 2.5 minutes slower, 5 minutes fast and so forth. Toward the end, all I could do was a constant moderate.
I had a bit of a mishap, though. My kneecap locked on me a few times cause I pushed my speed just a bit much. I was in the "Rocky Moment" meaning I was all gung-ho and wanted to push myself to the limit. This means, of course, that I went past the limit and now it keeps doing it. Anyone got a remedy for this?
So today is my day with Roxie. Poor Roxie. Somehow along our quick communications, I completely forgot to give her my number. She faithfully did her workout this morning without any wexting. I feel bad. Sorry, Foxie! Fortunately it's been remedied. She has my number and I have hers (which I had and I still didn't text. Bad jafg!) and she'll be wexting me tonight. Roxie's got her own 30 day challange she's giving herself. Mosey on over and read about it.
Well, tonight I have a date with my Wii. I'll have to dust it off and see if I remember how to turn it on. I'm trying a new game. It's "My Fitness Coah". If I don't like it, I'll go to the Boxing in Wii Sports. LOVE the boxing. And the swordplay for that matter. Both tend to get the heart going a bit. Especially the boxing. I also have the She-devil workout-also known as Jenny McCarthy Your Shape-but I don't think my arms and legs can take that this time. I'm feeling this 7-day challenge.
Tomorrow I'm going to see about another class at the Y. Either that, or I'll be hitting the elliptical again.
I am so looking forward to my eighth day.
-jafg
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Cardio Class: Code For Coronary
08/04/10
280.0 lbs
At least it's moving in the right direction again.
So get this. I'm working on day three of a personal 7 day challenge that I haven't really told anyone about. I'm doing my own form of my own boot camp. I've got my VWBs which are helping me stay motivated. "What's this challenge?" I hear you ask. Well, I am making myself do some form of exercise every day for 7 days. I am trying to capture at least 30 minutes dedicated to movement solely for the sake of getting some form of physical activity and calorie burn. I'm calling it my "It's a whopping 30 minutes of your life" challenge. Actually, I stole that title from Kimert. Shetexted wexted that to me as motivation on Monday. I love it.
I woke up Monday and today and did crunches. Twenty each time. I did bicycle things which really is just as hard for me as crunches. Maybe harder because I only have the stamina to do 5 sets. Monday night I did 20 minutes on the elliptical. Last night I did 40-45 minutes of a seriously intense Cardio workout. Angela Pea did her C25K power walking training (hey, I just realized I did that, too, in my class!). Wetexted wexted a bit; me telling her I'm dying, her telling me I'm not. Stuff like that. It really is great having someone out there you know is rooting for you at that very minute. My very own jafg cheerleader. And, in turn, I'm cheering for my VWBs, too!
This Cardio class is worse than Hip Hop Hell class. Seriously. It's full blown exercising. This is the first time I've done this since, well, ever. Or at least since elementary school.
I'm talking sprinting, running, jogging, skipping. All things, by the way, I did not do. I faithfully walked at the fastest speed I could without tripping over my feet. Additionally, we had to do jumping jacks. If I do jumping jacks, like real ones, I'd throw my back out because of my bouncing belly. Yeah. I'm not kidding. But, I did a psuedo jump of sorts and kept my arms and legs moving. We did front kicks. We did back kicks. We did side kicks. My hip joints are sore today. And so are my upper thighs. It kinda hurts to stand up from a sitting position. But I'm not complaining.
I wanted to throw in the towel no less than tree times. Well, on the third time I actually did leave. But I'll get to that. The instructor came over personally to talk to me "off mic" twice to make sure I was "doing okay". That's never happened before. When we took our pulse count (mine was 28 and a 1/2) she looked right at me to say "It shouldn't be over 30! If it's over 30, be sure to keep those arms below your heart!" I don't know if anyone else noticed where she was looking, but I did. At one point, in between the the second time I almost left and the time I did leave, she says "Make sure if you're leaving you wave good-bye! That way I know you're okay." Hmm.
We also had to do arm lifts with a weight bar. WHILE WE WALKED. FAST. I picked the lightest one they had: a 9 lb-er. Oh. We did arm curls with them, too. I've got sore upper arms which I am totally loving in a sick way. Once she started with the lunges-the ones where you completely touch your knee to the floor-with the weight bars I knew it was time to go. Fortunately, I had given the class 42.5 minutes (give or take 2.5 minutes) of my life. Whew.
Oh. I didn't wave when I left. I hope she's still wondering.
I am pleased to report I was able to provide a little motivation Kimert's way (also, you should know, I've totally been misspelling her name. It's one "M", not two).
I love my interations with my VWBs. I feel like a Wonder Twin. One of 5, actually. It's like we all raise our phones in the air andtext wext "Wonder Twin Powers: ACTIVATE!"
Form of ... "Death by Cardio Class".
I'm SO going back next week.
-jafg
280.0 lbs
At least it's moving in the right direction again.
So get this. I'm working on day three of a personal 7 day challenge that I haven't really told anyone about. I'm doing my own form of my own boot camp. I've got my VWBs which are helping me stay motivated. "What's this challenge?" I hear you ask. Well, I am making myself do some form of exercise every day for 7 days. I am trying to capture at least 30 minutes dedicated to movement solely for the sake of getting some form of physical activity and calorie burn. I'm calling it my "It's a whopping 30 minutes of your life" challenge. Actually, I stole that title from Kimert. She
I woke up Monday and today and did crunches. Twenty each time. I did bicycle things which really is just as hard for me as crunches. Maybe harder because I only have the stamina to do 5 sets. Monday night I did 20 minutes on the elliptical. Last night I did 40-45 minutes of a seriously intense Cardio workout. Angela Pea did her C25K power walking training (hey, I just realized I did that, too, in my class!). We
I'm talking sprinting, running, jogging, skipping. All things, by the way, I did not do. I faithfully walked at the fastest speed I could without tripping over my feet. Additionally, we had to do jumping jacks. If I do jumping jacks, like real ones, I'd throw my back out because of my bouncing belly. Yeah. I'm not kidding. But, I did a psuedo jump of sorts and kept my arms and legs moving. We did front kicks. We did back kicks. We did side kicks. My hip joints are sore today. And so are my upper thighs. It kinda hurts to stand up from a sitting position. But I'm not complaining.
I wanted to throw in the towel no less than tree times. Well, on the third time I actually did leave. But I'll get to that. The instructor came over personally to talk to me "off mic" twice to make sure I was "doing okay". That's never happened before. When we took our pulse count (mine was 28 and a 1/2) she looked right at me to say "It shouldn't be over 30! If it's over 30, be sure to keep those arms below your heart!" I don't know if anyone else noticed where she was looking, but I did. At one point, in between the the second time I almost left and the time I did leave, she says "Make sure if you're leaving you wave good-bye! That way I know you're okay." Hmm.
We also had to do arm lifts with a weight bar. WHILE WE WALKED. FAST. I picked the lightest one they had: a 9 lb-er. Oh. We did arm curls with them, too. I've got sore upper arms which I am totally loving in a sick way. Once she started with the lunges-the ones where you completely touch your knee to the floor-with the weight bars I knew it was time to go. Fortunately, I had given the class 42.5 minutes (give or take 2.5 minutes) of my life. Whew.
Oh. I didn't wave when I left. I hope she's still wondering.
I am pleased to report I was able to provide a little motivation Kimert's way (also, you should know, I've totally been misspelling her name. It's one "M", not two).
I love my interations with my VWBs. I feel like a Wonder Twin. One of 5, actually. It's like we all raise our phones in the air and
Form of ... "Death by Cardio Class".
I'm SO going back next week.
-jafg
Monday, August 2, 2010
My Girl Friday
08/02/10
281.6 lbs
>:o|.
So, it's a good thing I wasn't lying about The Game Plan. I got a lot of responses from that little teaser post.
I also got a lot of responses from Help Wanted. I want to thank each of you on the feedback on my dating bio. I made some recommended changes and we'll see how it goes. I signed up for three months. 90 days should be enough to tell me if it's working. I'll be sure to share all the lovely ups and downs of that experience. Who Knows. Maybe it'll lead to another blog.
Well. I want to begin by saying that having followers is inspirational. Having commenters is, like, unbelieveable. My interaction with my Tweeple is always heartwarming and fun. I count you all as my support system and it's so great to know you're out there cheering me on. I'm cheering for you too! (Even though I did lose a follower over the weekend. Sadface.)
But, sometimes I need a little bit more. Which is why I sent out the bat signal last week. What I need is someone(s) to prod me with a cattle poker and make sure I'm getting off my ass when I'm supposed to. That means in the morning when I'd rather be in bed, or at night when I'd rather be watching TV. Or you know, all the other times I need that motivation. SAG is very wrapped up in tennis (she does all these tourneys which is great for her, but she never works out at the gym now) and BB is wrapped up with wedding stuff and is working out with Her Beau. That leaves me with myself. And between you and me, I can rationalize my way out of anything. And I mean Anything.
Well that leads us up to The Game Plan. I'd like to introduce you to Team JAFG. Please say hello to my little friends!
My Gal Tuesday
281.6 lbs
>:o|.
So, it's a good thing I wasn't lying about The Game Plan. I got a lot of responses from that little teaser post.
I also got a lot of responses from Help Wanted. I want to thank each of you on the feedback on my dating bio. I made some recommended changes and we'll see how it goes. I signed up for three months. 90 days should be enough to tell me if it's working. I'll be sure to share all the lovely ups and downs of that experience. Who Knows. Maybe it'll lead to another blog.
Well. I want to begin by saying that having followers is inspirational. Having commenters is, like, unbelieveable. My interaction with my Tweeple is always heartwarming and fun. I count you all as my support system and it's so great to know you're out there cheering me on. I'm cheering for you too! (Even though I did lose a follower over the weekend. Sadface.)
But, sometimes I need a little bit more. Which is why I sent out the bat signal last week. What I need is someone(s) to prod me with a cattle poker and make sure I'm getting off my ass when I'm supposed to. That means in the morning when I'd rather be in bed, or at night when I'd rather be watching TV. Or you know, all the other times I need that motivation. SAG is very wrapped up in tennis (she does all these tourneys which is great for her, but she never works out at the gym now) and BB is wrapped up with wedding stuff and is working out with Her Beau. That leaves me with myself. And between you and me, I can rationalize my way out of anything. And I mean Anything.
Well that leads us up to The Game Plan. I'd like to introduce you to Team JAFG. Please say hello to my little friends!
My Gal Monday
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| Kimmert http://anotherrunningmom.blogspot.com/ |
My Gal Tuesday
 |
| Angela Pea http://ktf-skinnyme.blogspot.com/ |
My Gal Wednesday
My Gal Thursday
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| Roxie http://theroxieproject.blogspot.com/ |
These beauties are my virtual workout buddies (henceforth known as VWBs). I was hoping for one and I got four! That's one for every workout. I'm giving each VWB my cell number and my name and we're doing real time one on one support. There are still some details to work out. Scheduling, Planning, Emailling and whatnots. As a matter of fact, Kimmert and I started this morning. We decided on 5:45am morning workout. Well, it turns out that Kimmert's 5:45 is about an hour before mine is. "How?" you ask? Well, she's an Eastern girl and I'm a Central girl. Fortunately, I slept through her first text. It's quite funny really.
Let's talk about that weight you see up there. I ate food like it was facing extinction this weekend. Friday night I had BBQ for takeout. Saturday, I hit up fast food breakfast and then went to a wedding Saturday night. A Catholic Wedding. At 7:00pm. With an open bar. We left the reception (which had a shrimp and grits bar among other things) around 11:30 and hit an "after party". It was at a neighborhood hang out. It's always great to show up to one of those places all dressed up in about 4 cars. We stayed there until it closed and then a smaller group headed to an "after hours" place. Needless to say, I didn't get home until after 4:00am (which, btw, would be 5:00am Kimmert time). I don't know if I told you this before, but I have a party rule: If you're home before 4:00am it's still the night before; if you're home after 4:00am it's the next day. I didn't know I still had it in me to be honest.
A night of one too many leads to a day of poor eating choices. You may not understand this, but that's ok; you don't really need to. My Hangover required two things: A breakfast burrito and a creamy milky something. I opted for a milkshake. When you feel like I did, you have to listen to what Hangover wants. And then, a nap (read as coma) with Kitty on the couch and then a creamy pasta dish from Macaroni Grill for dinner. YIKES. I am choosing not to think about the calories and saturated fat content of all the digestables I had. Actually I don't have to. I simply had to get on the scale this morning.
I'm not beating myself up because I did get up this morning. It wasn't exactly 5:45. After realizing that Kimmert had already done her workout before God was awake, I rationalized myself to sleep until 6:45. Then I laid in bed with open eyeballs and finally forced myself up 10 minutes later (6:55am). I knew I didn't have time for my 30 minutes of Elliptical. I didn't puss out though. I made myself do something that I never never ever do. I did crunches. Twenty of those bastards. I have so much junk in my front-trunk that I forget I even have abdominal muscles so this has been a real shock to the system. I then did 5 pushups. Yes, they were girl push-ups or "Pink Push-ups" as I like to call them, but still, I did them. And then I did these 5 bicycle exercise things. It's where you're on your back and you lift your legs up like you'd be sitting on a bike. You then push one leg straight leaving the other at a 90* angle. You hold the position for like 10 seconds and then you rotate legs. Two leg movements one count. It's a lot harder than you may realize. My thigh muscles are talking to me a bit this afternoon.
Since Angela Pea and I both use the YMCA for our gyms, she's my gym VWB. That way, I can text her from the class and not feel like I'm all alone in that big scary room. It'll be on Tuesdays after work. My choices are Body Pump or Cardioenergy. Truth be told, I'm a little scared of both of these. They sound like a real ass kicker. I'm open to suggestions on which of the two I should take. I'm also going to wear a sleeveless shirt. Maybe.
I'm still working out the details about Wednesday and Thursday (pretty much those two gals are learning about their official team placement through this blog...Hi Ladies!). Amanda as indicated something about weights and resistance training. I have those circuit machines that perhaps we can work out a routine on.
This doesn't mean that I'm only in contact with my VWBs on the assigned days. Oh no. We'll be in contact on a very regular basis. Via texts, emails, what-have-yous. This just helps me really stay on track and keep the variety going.
You may be wondering about the other days of the week. Well, when I was exercising before I didn't have a problem getting to the Concierge Gym on Saturday or Sunday. Which brings me to
My pants fit too tightly not to.
-jafg
Let's talk about that weight you see up there. I ate food like it was facing extinction this weekend. Friday night I had BBQ for takeout. Saturday, I hit up fast food breakfast and then went to a wedding Saturday night. A Catholic Wedding. At 7:00pm. With an open bar. We left the reception (which had a shrimp and grits bar among other things) around 11:30 and hit an "after party". It was at a neighborhood hang out. It's always great to show up to one of those places all dressed up in about 4 cars. We stayed there until it closed and then a smaller group headed to an "after hours" place. Needless to say, I didn't get home until after 4:00am (which, btw, would be 5:00am Kimmert time). I don't know if I told you this before, but I have a party rule: If you're home before 4:00am it's still the night before; if you're home after 4:00am it's the next day. I didn't know I still had it in me to be honest.
A night of one too many leads to a day of poor eating choices. You may not understand this, but that's ok; you don't really need to. My Hangover required two things: A breakfast burrito and a creamy milky something. I opted for a milkshake. When you feel like I did, you have to listen to what Hangover wants. And then, a nap (read as coma) with Kitty on the couch and then a creamy pasta dish from Macaroni Grill for dinner. YIKES. I am choosing not to think about the calories and saturated fat content of all the digestables I had. Actually I don't have to. I simply had to get on the scale this morning.
I'm not beating myself up because I did get up this morning. It wasn't exactly 5:45. After realizing that Kimmert had already done her workout before God was awake, I rationalized myself to sleep until 6:45. Then I laid in bed with open eyeballs and finally forced myself up 10 minutes later (6:55am). I knew I didn't have time for my 30 minutes of Elliptical. I didn't puss out though. I made myself do something that I never never ever do. I did crunches. Twenty of those bastards. I have so much junk in my front-trunk that I forget I even have abdominal muscles so this has been a real shock to the system. I then did 5 pushups. Yes, they were girl push-ups or "Pink Push-ups" as I like to call them, but still, I did them. And then I did these 5 bicycle exercise things. It's where you're on your back and you lift your legs up like you'd be sitting on a bike. You then push one leg straight leaving the other at a 90* angle. You hold the position for like 10 seconds and then you rotate legs. Two leg movements one count. It's a lot harder than you may realize. My thigh muscles are talking to me a bit this afternoon.
Since Angela Pea and I both use the YMCA for our gyms, she's my gym VWB. That way, I can text her from the class and not feel like I'm all alone in that big scary room. It'll be on Tuesdays after work. My choices are Body Pump or Cardioenergy. Truth be told, I'm a little scared of both of these. They sound like a real ass kicker. I'm open to suggestions on which of the two I should take. I'm also going to wear a sleeveless shirt. Maybe.
I'm still working out the details about Wednesday and Thursday (pretty much those two gals are learning about their official team placement through this blog...Hi Ladies!). Amanda as indicated something about weights and resistance training. I have those circuit machines that perhaps we can work out a routine on.
This doesn't mean that I'm only in contact with my VWBs on the assigned days. Oh no. We'll be in contact on a very regular basis. Via texts, emails, what-have-yous. This just helps me really stay on track and keep the variety going.
You may be wondering about the other days of the week. Well, when I was exercising before I didn't have a problem getting to the Concierge Gym on Saturday or Sunday. Which brings me to
My Gal Friday
BB has indicated a workout this evening may be possible so I'm planning on hitting the elliptical tonight.  |
| Me! |
My pants fit too tightly not to.
-jafg
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Twenty LBS Ago
06/22/10
276.6 lbs
I'm at peace with this today.
I was contemplating as I waited for the scale to reveal its verdict this morning. It was a quick revelation, really. I have this 275 number in my head that I keep saying over and over again like some meditative mantra. I was so focused on it in fact that I totally let another realization slip right by.
I have lost 20 lbs since March. 20 LBS!!!!! I am very happy right now. I just updated my weight tracker (from skinnyr.com at the bottom of this blog) and my trend line is steadily decreasing. Twenty lbs ago, I was 3 little lbs away from 300 lbs. Today, I'm lighter than I've been since 2005. Awesome!
So, yesterday was the Summer Solstice. The longest day of the year. I celebrated by sweating my ass off in Concierge Gym. (Yes, that is an indirect way of saying I didn't go to Yoga. Screw Yoga. At least for now). I was only able to get 20 minutes logged on the elliptical (it was too hot; I was having problems keeping my breathing controlled) but I also got in 30 hard minutes on the circuit machines. I pushed myself a little more on the thigh one (feeling a little "groin groan" today) and had some really good sets on the back pushing machine and it's partner. I don't know what they're called, but supposedly they work out the back muscles. They feel like a funky sit-up or crunch machine to me. I wasn't able to get to the arm workouts because my clothes were soaking wet. Seriously, I could almost wring my shirt out.
I'm considering some skimpier workout clothes. I fully understand now why everyone wears tiny little things and why most of the time they're skin tight. It's easier to work out. And cooler. I had rolled up my capri JMS (that's Just My Size) cotton workout bottoms and rolled my sleeves up of my two-sizes-too-big JMS Tee and tucked them into my fantab sports bra (Champion @ JMS.com). I really considered stripping my uppers to just said sports bra. Maybe not considered, but just serious wishful thinking.
I'm committed to @SuziStorm's Crunchy Crackhead Craziness and Gun Show. It involves doing crunches and push-ups which started on Sunday. Truth be known, I've not done either, yet. I don't do them ever. At all. So, my goal is to get a set in this week. Just one. I'm working up to it. I am really hoping tonight'll be the night. I don't think I'll be hitting the gym tonight in that heat, so I'll have no excuse but to participate in the mayhem. I don't have the best of lower backs, so I'll be placing a pillow just above my butt to lay on. I don't think that's cheating, is it? It doesn't matter, I'll be doing it anyway.
Ok, I'm signing off now.
Twenty LBS lighter.
-jafg
276.6 lbs
I'm at peace with this today.
I was contemplating as I waited for the scale to reveal its verdict this morning. It was a quick revelation, really. I have this 275 number in my head that I keep saying over and over again like some meditative mantra. I was so focused on it in fact that I totally let another realization slip right by.
I have lost 20 lbs since March. 20 LBS!!!!! I am very happy right now. I just updated my weight tracker (from skinnyr.com at the bottom of this blog) and my trend line is steadily decreasing. Twenty lbs ago, I was 3 little lbs away from 300 lbs. Today, I'm lighter than I've been since 2005. Awesome!
So, yesterday was the Summer Solstice. The longest day of the year. I celebrated by sweating my ass off in Concierge Gym. (Yes, that is an indirect way of saying I didn't go to Yoga. Screw Yoga. At least for now). I was only able to get 20 minutes logged on the elliptical (it was too hot; I was having problems keeping my breathing controlled) but I also got in 30 hard minutes on the circuit machines. I pushed myself a little more on the thigh one (feeling a little "groin groan" today) and had some really good sets on the back pushing machine and it's partner. I don't know what they're called, but supposedly they work out the back muscles. They feel like a funky sit-up or crunch machine to me. I wasn't able to get to the arm workouts because my clothes were soaking wet. Seriously, I could almost wring my shirt out.
I'm considering some skimpier workout clothes. I fully understand now why everyone wears tiny little things and why most of the time they're skin tight. It's easier to work out. And cooler. I had rolled up my capri JMS (that's Just My Size) cotton workout bottoms and rolled my sleeves up of my two-sizes-too-big JMS Tee and tucked them into my fantab sports bra (Champion @ JMS.com). I really considered stripping my uppers to just said sports bra. Maybe not considered, but just serious wishful thinking.
I'm committed to @SuziStorm's Crunchy Crackhead Craziness and Gun Show. It involves doing crunches and push-ups which started on Sunday. Truth be known, I've not done either, yet. I don't do them ever. At all. So, my goal is to get a set in this week. Just one. I'm working up to it. I am really hoping tonight'll be the night. I don't think I'll be hitting the gym tonight in that heat, so I'll have no excuse but to participate in the mayhem. I don't have the best of lower backs, so I'll be placing a pillow just above my butt to lay on. I don't think that's cheating, is it? It doesn't matter, I'll be doing it anyway.
Ok, I'm signing off now.
Twenty LBS lighter.
-jafg
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