I'm staying at Luke's while he's in Ludington at a Disc Golf Tournament, trying to get his birth for the State Championship Tournament over Labor Day Weekend. I thought it would be perfect because I could walk his dog for like, an hour and get my cardio in for the day. But it was so hot on Friday, that I walked with Julianne instead (I got in trouble for not bringing my band-aids...I've been getting MONSTER blisters!), and then on Saturday, it was still super duper hot, so I waited until like, 7 to walk her but it was still so hot that she could only do a short walk. So we went 1.4 miles and that was it. So today, I bought myself some NEW sneakers (Nike's..."Compete," they're sick...black, grey, pink & white!), and decided to go to the fitness center at Luke's apartment complex.
Which would've worked out fabulously, if only I could figure out where he put the card to get INTO the fitness center! It's 91 degrees outside (feels like 95 according to the Weather Channel) so it's waaaaaay too hot to go walking outside, and I could wait until later, like yesterday, but I don't know what time Luke will be back today...so instead, I'm going to watch some TV, drink a Bud Light, take a shower, and trot around in my new clothes...don't you judge me!! HA!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Push It REEEAAL Good!
Sometimes I need people in my life to push me to do the things that I need and want to do. Especially when it comes to...you guessed it...EXERCISE!! If ever a genie offered to give me three wishes, no strings attached, one of my wishes would be to just become naturally toned & muscular. Then I wouldn't have to work out ever, unless I wanted to, but I would always look like I just did 700 crunches and 500 pull ups! Alas, my dream will never come true, so I go to my trainer and she busts my butt (which I definitely asked for, and am glad!) and then I get toned up!
Although I can't say that I've lost "a ton of weight," I have noticed changes...my upper arms have definition. In fact, a month ago I could barely do 3 leg pull up thingies in the King's Chair, but now I can do 15 in a row! My quads are stronger and more toned, and my belly is a flatter and the love handles are smaller than a month ago and let me tell you what...when you've had a bit of a muffin top for 2 years and then it goes away, it feels GRRRRREEEEEAAAAAT!!
So great, in fact, that I bought jeans from the junior section at Kohl's for the first time in three years! And guess what? THEY FIT! No sucking the stomach in to button them, no trying to figure out what top will hide the tummy, they just...fit. I'm so excited about it! Seriously, I'm really stoked. I'm not joking, I was so excited that I literally wore them four days in a row, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. I still haven't washed them because I have this small fear that if I do, then the magic that made them fit will leave and I won't be able to fit into them anymore. But that's pretty unrealistic, because, let's face it, I'm dropping weight like it's hot and they will definitely still fit me after a good cleaning (which they REALLY need)!
So, again, I feel the need to express some thanks for getting to this stage. I seriously would not have began to get my work out on if it wasn't for some key people: Becky, my fab sister who hooked me up with a personal trainer at her gym Club CKO, without even really asking me if I wanted it, lol, which was smart of her! Thanks to her, I met Lenore, my personal trainer at CKO, who worked me so hard that I swear I left my leg muscles at the gym because I walked like a little old lady for two days! But then I went back for session two and retrieved them. Lenore really made me see that I could do everything I needed to in order to tone up and lose weight. She showed met that it wasn't impossible. I am not kidding around when I say that she was half of the catalyst (Becky is the other half!) for getting me to where I am today. Without Lenore I would probably still be spending my evenings sitting around like a human sized sloth. Instead, I'm walking, biking, and strength training. And thanks to Joe, who owns Club CKO, I was allowed to take part in any of the classes while I was visiting free of charge...I probably should've taken him up on that offer! I saw a class taught by an instructor named Chet, and it looked TOUGH, but he seemed like he'd only push you to do what you could...so maybe next time (soon, I hope!!) I can take that one.
Of course, there's my new trainer, Pam, whom I really hope I can afford to continue seeing after I start school in September. She's been so great, there for me both physically and emotionally. I can talk to her about being discouraged and she's so great at lifting me and pointing out the accomplishments that I've made. She's also the best accountability person I've ever had...from going over what I'm going to do when I leave my sessions with her, to the almost daily emails that I get!
So I also have my friends who walk with me and my boyfriend, who reminds me that I didn't want to snack and will pull me off the couch to walk instead, and my family who says, "good for you!" everytime I go to the gym, especially at 6am!
So thanks to everyone for being so fabulous and wonderful and helping to get me started! And hey! I'm always up for a walk if you are!
Although I can't say that I've lost "a ton of weight," I have noticed changes...my upper arms have definition. In fact, a month ago I could barely do 3 leg pull up thingies in the King's Chair, but now I can do 15 in a row! My quads are stronger and more toned, and my belly is a flatter and the love handles are smaller than a month ago and let me tell you what...when you've had a bit of a muffin top for 2 years and then it goes away, it feels GRRRRREEEEEAAAAAT!!
So great, in fact, that I bought jeans from the junior section at Kohl's for the first time in three years! And guess what? THEY FIT! No sucking the stomach in to button them, no trying to figure out what top will hide the tummy, they just...fit. I'm so excited about it! Seriously, I'm really stoked. I'm not joking, I was so excited that I literally wore them four days in a row, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. I still haven't washed them because I have this small fear that if I do, then the magic that made them fit will leave and I won't be able to fit into them anymore. But that's pretty unrealistic, because, let's face it, I'm dropping weight like it's hot and they will definitely still fit me after a good cleaning (which they REALLY need)!
So, again, I feel the need to express some thanks for getting to this stage. I seriously would not have began to get my work out on if it wasn't for some key people: Becky, my fab sister who hooked me up with a personal trainer at her gym Club CKO, without even really asking me if I wanted it, lol, which was smart of her! Thanks to her, I met Lenore, my personal trainer at CKO, who worked me so hard that I swear I left my leg muscles at the gym because I walked like a little old lady for two days! But then I went back for session two and retrieved them. Lenore really made me see that I could do everything I needed to in order to tone up and lose weight. She showed met that it wasn't impossible. I am not kidding around when I say that she was half of the catalyst (Becky is the other half!) for getting me to where I am today. Without Lenore I would probably still be spending my evenings sitting around like a human sized sloth. Instead, I'm walking, biking, and strength training. And thanks to Joe, who owns Club CKO, I was allowed to take part in any of the classes while I was visiting free of charge...I probably should've taken him up on that offer! I saw a class taught by an instructor named Chet, and it looked TOUGH, but he seemed like he'd only push you to do what you could...so maybe next time (soon, I hope!!) I can take that one.
Of course, there's my new trainer, Pam, whom I really hope I can afford to continue seeing after I start school in September. She's been so great, there for me both physically and emotionally. I can talk to her about being discouraged and she's so great at lifting me and pointing out the accomplishments that I've made. She's also the best accountability person I've ever had...from going over what I'm going to do when I leave my sessions with her, to the almost daily emails that I get!
So I also have my friends who walk with me and my boyfriend, who reminds me that I didn't want to snack and will pull me off the couch to walk instead, and my family who says, "good for you!" everytime I go to the gym, especially at 6am!
So thanks to everyone for being so fabulous and wonderful and helping to get me started! And hey! I'm always up for a walk if you are!
Monday, August 3, 2009
Nascar Moves & the Sad Results
I’m scared. I’m scared for the young people that I know. They seem to be disappearing at a more alarming rate than I remembered from other years. It’s like there’s an epidemic.
In March, a woman (age 47) in Roseville was driving drunk, hits a median, goes airborne and slams her van into a car full of teens (aged 15-19). All four kids are killed.
In June, a carful of five teens (aged 14-19) tried to beat a 530 ton Amtrack train, swerving around another car and the gates that were lowered to beat it…but lost. All five kids were killed.
In July, a car of three teens (aged 18-19) were tearing down the road at 100mph, turned into a subdivision, clipped a man on a riding lawnmower, and slammed into a brick wall. Neighbors & witnesses say there were no braking sounds, just squealing tires and an explosion. All three kids were killed.
That same week, a Detroit woman was driving her and her three kids (aged 2-10) on the Ohio Turnpike, took a turn to fast, hit a car then hit the median, the force of it causing the three kids to be ejected from her car. Two were killed.
In July (about a week or so before the first July accident) a 27 year old man was driving on the newly finished freeway, when he took a turn, allegedly going 70 mph instead of the recommended 50 (per the speed signs) and hit a tanker, causing a huge explosion that melted the concrete bridge, and caused over $5 million in damages. He is contesting his speeding ticket. He had his license for five months.
A few weeks ago, my 17 year old cousin was driving at 1am, took a turn too fast and flipped her car twice. The officer told my uncle that by the looks of the car, no one would have survived that crash. Her car was totaled. She doesn’t have a scratch on her. She is the luckiest girl I know.
When you look at reckless driving (driving drunk, driving too fast, etc) all of the evidence points directly at disaster. Within 5 months, Metropolitan Detroit lost 12 kids to reckless driving. I’m telling you…we have an epidemic on our hands. We need to ensure that we continue to stress how important it is to be a careful driver. Impressing friends with your “Nascar moves” is not nearly as impressive as showing them that you care by driving cautiously.
It’s hard to blame the kids in the cars that died. However, these tragic accidents would not have happened if those driving had not been reckless. I think that there is something to be learned here, something to prevent terrible accidents like this in the future. I think that we need to take a deeper look at how quickly we give our kids the responsibility of driving a 3,000plus pound car. How easily we trust them to make smart and safe decisions while behind the wheel of a monstrous vehicle…in the company of their friends. We should revamp our drivers education program for those who opt to wait until their 18 and can currently just take a test to get their license. We need to make sure that young and new drivers fully understand the consequences of reckless & risky driving.
This is not something that is just up to the police or the Secretary of State. As these tragedies affect the community at large, it is also the community’s responsibility to help teach the young & the new the safeties of driving. We are all called to action, however, it is up to us to decide whether or not we want to answer. We need to seize the teachable moments, and make them worth something. If we don’t, then we will have to learn with knowing that we could’ve prevented a tragic accident.
In March, a woman (age 47) in Roseville was driving drunk, hits a median, goes airborne and slams her van into a car full of teens (aged 15-19). All four kids are killed.
In June, a carful of five teens (aged 14-19) tried to beat a 530 ton Amtrack train, swerving around another car and the gates that were lowered to beat it…but lost. All five kids were killed.
In July, a car of three teens (aged 18-19) were tearing down the road at 100mph, turned into a subdivision, clipped a man on a riding lawnmower, and slammed into a brick wall. Neighbors & witnesses say there were no braking sounds, just squealing tires and an explosion. All three kids were killed.
That same week, a Detroit woman was driving her and her three kids (aged 2-10) on the Ohio Turnpike, took a turn to fast, hit a car then hit the median, the force of it causing the three kids to be ejected from her car. Two were killed.
In July (about a week or so before the first July accident) a 27 year old man was driving on the newly finished freeway, when he took a turn, allegedly going 70 mph instead of the recommended 50 (per the speed signs) and hit a tanker, causing a huge explosion that melted the concrete bridge, and caused over $5 million in damages. He is contesting his speeding ticket. He had his license for five months.
A few weeks ago, my 17 year old cousin was driving at 1am, took a turn too fast and flipped her car twice. The officer told my uncle that by the looks of the car, no one would have survived that crash. Her car was totaled. She doesn’t have a scratch on her. She is the luckiest girl I know.
When you look at reckless driving (driving drunk, driving too fast, etc) all of the evidence points directly at disaster. Within 5 months, Metropolitan Detroit lost 12 kids to reckless driving. I’m telling you…we have an epidemic on our hands. We need to ensure that we continue to stress how important it is to be a careful driver. Impressing friends with your “Nascar moves” is not nearly as impressive as showing them that you care by driving cautiously.
It’s hard to blame the kids in the cars that died. However, these tragic accidents would not have happened if those driving had not been reckless. I think that there is something to be learned here, something to prevent terrible accidents like this in the future. I think that we need to take a deeper look at how quickly we give our kids the responsibility of driving a 3,000plus pound car. How easily we trust them to make smart and safe decisions while behind the wheel of a monstrous vehicle…in the company of their friends. We should revamp our drivers education program for those who opt to wait until their 18 and can currently just take a test to get their license. We need to make sure that young and new drivers fully understand the consequences of reckless & risky driving.
This is not something that is just up to the police or the Secretary of State. As these tragedies affect the community at large, it is also the community’s responsibility to help teach the young & the new the safeties of driving. We are all called to action, however, it is up to us to decide whether or not we want to answer. We need to seize the teachable moments, and make them worth something. If we don’t, then we will have to learn with knowing that we could’ve prevented a tragic accident.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
The Biggest Loser
So my parents went on a sweet little vacation last week, just the two of them…I don’t know when the last time is that they went on a vacation without dragging one or more kid along! While they were away I took care of things around the house (read FEAR for more) and even rearranged my brother’s room…I’m sure he won’t care!
Well, they returned while I was at work last Thursday, and when I got home I asked if they had seen Nate’s room, and they said, “Yeah, it looks great!!” then they asked, “Who did you get to help you move everything?” Beaming, I proudly said, “Just me and my new muscles!!” they laughed and said, “No, seriously. Who helped you?”
A little thrown, I replied, “No one helped me. I’ve got muscles now!! I did it!” To which my loving parents replied with, “Claire. There’s no way you moved that heavy wood cabinet your Grandpa made…did you go get Al [my neighbor, who can be found in CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE]? Or Ed? Dave? Who helped you move the bed?”
Oh I’m so glad that my parents are able to see my newfound strength, lol. After ten minutes of my insisting that I was actually strong enough to move everything on my own and did NOT in fact, have to ask the neighbor men to help me move things, they finally clapped me on the back (seriously. I got a back clap.) and said, “well good for you!” in the same kind of tone you would use to tell a puppy “good job” for finally peeing outside and not on your new nice rug.
I haven’t lost tons and tons of weight yet, but I am noticing a difference. For example, there is suddenly definition in my upper arms/shoulder areas. Pam told me that I shouldn’t be focused on the number on the scale, and I try not to be. I’ve been really exciting about the little accomplishments that I’ve made, as well as the little drops I see in my weekly weight loss. Like, a few weeks ago I didn’t eat that cupcake, for most people that’s probably not a big deal, but for someone who LOVES cupcakes and has been known to eat something to appease those who brought it to me, it’s a HUGE deal! So, I’ve really been learning a lot about my eating habit over the past month, and learning how to CHANGE those eating habits so I can become healthier.
However, that is not always enough for everyone…it’s so easy for someone to undermine the little successes you’ve made when you tell them that you’re not only down three pounds, but maintaining it as well, and they respond with, “Well that’s good, but there’s really no reason that you shouldn’t be losing 2-3 pounds a week.” And now, as silly as it may seem, all that I’ve done just seems to be so…worthless. Like, now I have to justify what I’ve done and why it’s a big deal when before I didn’t have to justify anything. Now I feel like until I’ve lost a significant amount of weight, I should just keep my mouth shut. Who cares that in one more pound I’ll see a number that I haven’t seen in a year, if I’ve only lost 3 measly little pounds, it’s not worth it. I don’t want the looks of “that’s all?” I don’t want to feel like I’m not working hard enough when I know that I am working.
Anyways, since only about 6 people even read this blog, and only 3 of you know how to leave comments, I’ll still keep telling you about my little accomplishments…because I know that all I get is mega support from all of you! And I want to say to all of you…THANK YOU!
Well, they returned while I was at work last Thursday, and when I got home I asked if they had seen Nate’s room, and they said, “Yeah, it looks great!!” then they asked, “Who did you get to help you move everything?” Beaming, I proudly said, “Just me and my new muscles!!” they laughed and said, “No, seriously. Who helped you?”
A little thrown, I replied, “No one helped me. I’ve got muscles now!! I did it!” To which my loving parents replied with, “Claire. There’s no way you moved that heavy wood cabinet your Grandpa made…did you go get Al [my neighbor, who can be found in CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE]? Or Ed? Dave? Who helped you move the bed?”
Oh I’m so glad that my parents are able to see my newfound strength, lol. After ten minutes of my insisting that I was actually strong enough to move everything on my own and did NOT in fact, have to ask the neighbor men to help me move things, they finally clapped me on the back (seriously. I got a back clap.) and said, “well good for you!” in the same kind of tone you would use to tell a puppy “good job” for finally peeing outside and not on your new nice rug.
I haven’t lost tons and tons of weight yet, but I am noticing a difference. For example, there is suddenly definition in my upper arms/shoulder areas. Pam told me that I shouldn’t be focused on the number on the scale, and I try not to be. I’ve been really exciting about the little accomplishments that I’ve made, as well as the little drops I see in my weekly weight loss. Like, a few weeks ago I didn’t eat that cupcake, for most people that’s probably not a big deal, but for someone who LOVES cupcakes and has been known to eat something to appease those who brought it to me, it’s a HUGE deal! So, I’ve really been learning a lot about my eating habit over the past month, and learning how to CHANGE those eating habits so I can become healthier.
However, that is not always enough for everyone…it’s so easy for someone to undermine the little successes you’ve made when you tell them that you’re not only down three pounds, but maintaining it as well, and they respond with, “Well that’s good, but there’s really no reason that you shouldn’t be losing 2-3 pounds a week.” And now, as silly as it may seem, all that I’ve done just seems to be so…worthless. Like, now I have to justify what I’ve done and why it’s a big deal when before I didn’t have to justify anything. Now I feel like until I’ve lost a significant amount of weight, I should just keep my mouth shut. Who cares that in one more pound I’ll see a number that I haven’t seen in a year, if I’ve only lost 3 measly little pounds, it’s not worth it. I don’t want the looks of “that’s all?” I don’t want to feel like I’m not working hard enough when I know that I am working.
Anyways, since only about 6 people even read this blog, and only 3 of you know how to leave comments, I’ll still keep telling you about my little accomplishments…because I know that all I get is mega support from all of you! And I want to say to all of you…THANK YOU!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Fears
So my parents went out of town for the week and I'm home by myself. Perhaps you aren't aware of this, but I happen to be a huge wimp (see Choose Your Own Adventure for more proof). My dad thinks it's funny to end a conversation on the phone when he and my mom are out of town by saying, "Oh and Claire? Don't forget to feed the man who lives in the woods!" Thanks Dad. It might not be so bad at night if our back room wasn't all windows with woods beyond our yard. But it is. Three walls and a ceiling of only windows. What happens in scary movies? You look out the window thinking you hear a noise, and then all of a sudden there's a face (sometimes masked, sometimes not) staring through the window directly at you. Well, at 6pm I was pretty fearless, and just wanted to circulate some air while I made dinner and cleaned up a little. So I opened up all of the windows and the sliding door.
Around 8 pm I decided to rearrange my brothers room. After I moved the bookshelf, the bed, the desk, and the little bedside table, it was dark out so I thought I should go find another lamp for my room. But when I got downstairs I realized that all of the windows were still open, and then saw that the basement door was wide open. I immediately thought, "did I open that? I don't leave doors open. Maybe I did though. Maybe Lucy [our cat] shoved it open to get her chubby little body downstairs...what if someone came in the screen door...maybe they're hiding in the base--no. Claire, you're being ridiculous. No one came in the house. Relax."
This is seriously what goes through my brain!! After a while, I went to bed and then couldn't fall asleep because I kept hearing noises that were probably my cat, but I was seriously contemplating going out and sitting in my car where at least I could get away if I needed to. But then I would have to go downstairs and possibly confront some crazed killer man, so I stayed in bed and eventually fell asleep.
Maybe it would be less scary for me if a few years ago when I was dogsitting across the street someone hadn't tried to come into the house while I was there, but they did. Luckily the dog went crazy barking and it scared them off. I already have fears about someone trying break in, so that just affirmed it for me. But we only have a cat, and she's not very scary to strangers...And I know I'm not the only one. A high school friend, Matt S., once told me that he hated going home at night because of his fears that someone would be hiding in the bushes next to his porch, so he would run as fast as he could and wouldn't be able to breathe again until he was inside with the front door slammed shut and locked. I have the same fears.
It's funny that we have these fears of people coming into our house, but then we continue to watch Law & Order, and Halloween, The Strangers and other scary movies. We continue to subject ourselves to shows and movies that feature gruesome deaths and murders, and then wonder why we are afraid to walk in the woods at night? I've stopped watching the scary movies, and know enough about myself to switch the channel if a Law & Order is too gruesome, and that's taken away much of my fears. But sometimes you want the scare, you want to jump, to grab onto your boyfriends arm and cower in his shoulder, have him hold you tight...and then you have to decide: is the scare worth it? Sometimes...but as for me? I'd rather cry laughing at something with my boyfriend then cry because I'm scared.
Around 8 pm I decided to rearrange my brothers room. After I moved the bookshelf, the bed, the desk, and the little bedside table, it was dark out so I thought I should go find another lamp for my room. But when I got downstairs I realized that all of the windows were still open, and then saw that the basement door was wide open. I immediately thought, "did I open that? I don't leave doors open. Maybe I did though. Maybe Lucy [our cat] shoved it open to get her chubby little body downstairs...what if someone came in the screen door...maybe they're hiding in the base--no. Claire, you're being ridiculous. No one came in the house. Relax."
This is seriously what goes through my brain!! After a while, I went to bed and then couldn't fall asleep because I kept hearing noises that were probably my cat, but I was seriously contemplating going out and sitting in my car where at least I could get away if I needed to. But then I would have to go downstairs and possibly confront some crazed killer man, so I stayed in bed and eventually fell asleep.
Maybe it would be less scary for me if a few years ago when I was dogsitting across the street someone hadn't tried to come into the house while I was there, but they did. Luckily the dog went crazy barking and it scared them off. I already have fears about someone trying break in, so that just affirmed it for me. But we only have a cat, and she's not very scary to strangers...And I know I'm not the only one. A high school friend, Matt S., once told me that he hated going home at night because of his fears that someone would be hiding in the bushes next to his porch, so he would run as fast as he could and wouldn't be able to breathe again until he was inside with the front door slammed shut and locked. I have the same fears.
It's funny that we have these fears of people coming into our house, but then we continue to watch Law & Order, and Halloween, The Strangers and other scary movies. We continue to subject ourselves to shows and movies that feature gruesome deaths and murders, and then wonder why we are afraid to walk in the woods at night? I've stopped watching the scary movies, and know enough about myself to switch the channel if a Law & Order is too gruesome, and that's taken away much of my fears. But sometimes you want the scare, you want to jump, to grab onto your boyfriends arm and cower in his shoulder, have him hold you tight...and then you have to decide: is the scare worth it? Sometimes...but as for me? I'd rather cry laughing at something with my boyfriend then cry because I'm scared.
Friday, July 17, 2009
What's Your Kryptonite?
Yesterday I couldn't stop thinking about cake. Beautiful, moist, vanilla cake with just the slightest taste of sugar. Soft, buttery,creamy pink frosting, swirled about just perfectly. Mmmmmm....I could literally taste it in my mouth, smell the sugary sweetness...so I reached into my lunch box, and pulled two perfectly round clementines out. I didn't have any cake, and I don't trust my "self-control" enough to not eat the entire thing if I made one. So I'm eating fruit instead. It's not the best replacement (I miss the sugary sweetness!!!), and thank goodness no one at work has brought in a sugary treat, because I would fall of the nutrition wagon faster than you can say, "Yum, cake!"
I thought I was doing pretty good last night, I had a roasted veggie wrap at Bar Louie (this is, without a doubt, THE MOST AMAZING SANDWICH EVER!!!) with Bradley, and it came with shoestring fries (thanks for helping me eat those Bradley!) but then I also had three margarita's on the rocks...so that wasn't too great...better than frozen, but still...
After my hair appointment I met up with Meredith at TGI Fridays for a drink...did I really need it at this point? Nope. Did I still get it? Yup. I ordered a Blue Moon while I waited for Meredith, then when she got there the bartender asked if we needed a menu, and she said yes, so I thought, well maybe she didn't eat yet. Then she suggested that we split the Spinach Artichoke Dip...I said, "let's look for something else." but what was I really expecting to see? A veggie tray?? C'mon Claire...and Meredith says, "Um...I don't see anything that would be any better..." and she was right. There were nacho's, mozzarella sticks, and buffalo wings. There really weren't any "healthy" options for appetizers. So what's a girl to do!? Order another beer and eat the spinach artichoke dip.
So apparently, I'm good at not baking/cooking/buying things that aren't good for me, but when we're sitting at a bar, I'm about as helpless as Superman around Kryptonite. On the plus side, we didn't eat ALL the chips & dip...and most importantly, we had a FABULOUS time together!!
I thought I was doing pretty good last night, I had a roasted veggie wrap at Bar Louie (this is, without a doubt, THE MOST AMAZING SANDWICH EVER!!!) with Bradley, and it came with shoestring fries (thanks for helping me eat those Bradley!) but then I also had three margarita's on the rocks...so that wasn't too great...better than frozen, but still...
After my hair appointment I met up with Meredith at TGI Fridays for a drink...did I really need it at this point? Nope. Did I still get it? Yup. I ordered a Blue Moon while I waited for Meredith, then when she got there the bartender asked if we needed a menu, and she said yes, so I thought, well maybe she didn't eat yet. Then she suggested that we split the Spinach Artichoke Dip...I said, "let's look for something else." but what was I really expecting to see? A veggie tray?? C'mon Claire...and Meredith says, "Um...I don't see anything that would be any better..." and she was right. There were nacho's, mozzarella sticks, and buffalo wings. There really weren't any "healthy" options for appetizers. So what's a girl to do!? Order another beer and eat the spinach artichoke dip.
So apparently, I'm good at not baking/cooking/buying things that aren't good for me, but when we're sitting at a bar, I'm about as helpless as Superman around Kryptonite. On the plus side, we didn't eat ALL the chips & dip...and most importantly, we had a FABULOUS time together!!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
The Butt Kicking Has Commenced
I asked for it, and I got it!! [In case you forgot, I told Pam (head of Personal Training at the Y) that I needed a trainer who would kick my ass, she volunteered for the job] Pam has been kicking my butt all over the YMCA! From squats, to push ups (I can do ten girly ones in a row with good form!! WOOT! WOOT!!), Supermans to arm curls, she's got me moving! And although I can barely lift my arms by the third set, and my legs feel like jelly, I keep on trucking on...mainly because I don't want Pam to have to yell at me to stop being a wimp, lol...which so far, hasn't happened! Except for the day that I told her I had a blister and she stared at me for a minute and then said, "If you were going to cancel for a blister..." shook her head and finished, "I would NEVER let you forget it." Well, I didn't cancel, we worked upper body, I couldn't extend my arms for three days, but in the end, I was glad I didn't cancel! It's better to be unable to utilize your arms for a few days than to have your trainer think you're wimping out, lol...
But it's great! My chest, shoulders, and arms are still sore from our workout on Tuesday, I've been doing cardio almost every day (walking mainly, sometimes biking at the Y), and I now have a very small (but also big!) accomplishment to report:
Not only did I not eat the cupcake that was offered to me last week, I also have managed to drop two pounds and keep it off for a week and a half!! If I am able to drop two more pounds by Monday, then I will fall into my next weight zone!
Now, I am not going to probably ever tell you what my weight is, only two people know: Me and Pam. And as far as I'm concerned, no one else needs to know!
Well, I suppose that's all I have to report for now...tomorrow I go back and I can't wait!!
But it's great! My chest, shoulders, and arms are still sore from our workout on Tuesday, I've been doing cardio almost every day (walking mainly, sometimes biking at the Y), and I now have a very small (but also big!) accomplishment to report:
Not only did I not eat the cupcake that was offered to me last week, I also have managed to drop two pounds and keep it off for a week and a half!! If I am able to drop two more pounds by Monday, then I will fall into my next weight zone!
Now, I am not going to probably ever tell you what my weight is, only two people know: Me and Pam. And as far as I'm concerned, no one else needs to know!
Well, I suppose that's all I have to report for now...tomorrow I go back and I can't wait!!
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