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In the midst of being a stressed college student and dealing with family loss and drama, my health has spiraled out of control and I have decided I want change. I want to lose weight. Not with a lap band, not with some crazy celebrity weight loss pill but to do it right. I want to get my body in check before I don't have a choice anymore. Change is good. Change is necessary. I'm ready for this! Here's to new, healthy beginnings.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Measurement in May

So, since I had been off my game due to various things that life throws at you from time to time, I was afraid to do my "weigh-in" with Connie. I assumed I gained weight (probably becasue I didn't want to be too upset, so I just owned it before I got the results).

It was good news, I've managed to lose 8lbs. and 8 inches all around... I was proud and then my mind started darting around... This means I CAN lose weight and inches! It is not impossible. So then that was a booster in confidence to convince myself that if I actually "tried" I could make BIG changes. One motivation would be going to Hawaii in July. I'd like to strut with confidence in a bathing suit for once in my adult life :)

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So here's the measurements in inches:

Total weight as of 5/16/11: 238

Neck: 15 1/2

Bicep: 15

Forearm: 11

Boobies/Chest: 49

Waist: 47 1/2

Hip: 50

Quads/Thighs: 29

Calf: 17

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So here's to less of me soon! lol

The most important thing about goals is having one.
~Geoffry F. Abert~

Monday, March 28, 2011

Excuses

Okay, so as hesitant as I was about posting anything. This is my first step of admitting that I have fallen off the wagon of being strict with exercise and dieting. I know it happens to everyone at some point but its not as if I'm sitting at home doing nothing, I've been ridiculously busy and stressing the (bleep) out!

I can tell you all of the things that have been happening in this last month from eeping me from the gym but that would be bullshitting myself. I have more respect for myself and accept that I've let the stress get to me and rather than "working it out" at the gym. I have fallen victim to the lazy monster. Oh yeah, even though the school and internship keep me busy I am overly tired, can't get a good nights rest and I just feel blah lately.

Although every other weekend I've been doing hikes with the boyfriend, I do miss the consistencies with the working my body out everyday.

I'm draggin and I want to snap out of it! My internship is coming to a close and I'll have some back of my time which means I'm bustin' my ass! Hawaii is coming in July and I will be wanting to be as naked as possible and feel good about my soon-to be sexy body :)

Welcome back exercise, portion controlling and nothing but water/gatorade liquids. It's time to put the pressure on this fat to leave and never come back!

Peace and Love, be back soon!

(PS, I'll have to take current pictures and see of there have been any changes...., it will be a surprise for everyone,LOL)

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Why does this feel like the beginning?

Glad to be back, although I've been extremely overwhelmed with school and life (in general its just more reason to work out, right?) I'm back in full swing and it's safe to say my quads are killing me!

I'm trying not to complain, I realize after being laid up for 2 weeks my progress was bound to regress... (sigh)

So I ended up going to the doctor and they informed me that I either had Sinitus (sinus infection) or I had onset symptoms of pneumonia. Greeeeaaaat. Just what I wanted to hear a week before my birthday planned weekend in Vegas ;)

So I was put on the Z-pak immediately and felt like crap for all that week, still went to Vegas because of the no refund policy. (And by the way, Vegas is not so fun when you are kinda feeling better and you you are trying to stay warm but not hot when the outside temperature was in the 30s and inside the casinos was 80+!)

I still took it easy when I got home only because I didn't want a relapse. I couldn't afford to miss any more work and classes this early in the semester.

Lesson learned, keep working out = immune system will stay healthy and germs won't phase me. And on that note, I won't be dying riding my bike to school and the cardio that was coming with ease won't be making me sore or even tired after 2 weeks of non-working out-dom.

Feels good to be back... ready to shed inches :p

"Only I can change my life. No one can do it for me." ~Carol Burnett~

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Being sick = Can't workout = This sucks!

It's the second week of school, which mean new germs have been introduced to my immune system and with the jam-packed week of Discoverfest (sitting at a booth in the middle os CSUF's campus, trying to get people to join Sigma Tau Delta), homework, internship and errands in general, my immune system proved to be weak.

So now, I'm going no where (but my bed) because I feel forever suspended in slow motion with this head cold. Stuffy nose, alternating sides and sore throat forces me to take it easy.

Needless to say, I miss working out. I miss the feeling of adrenaline and blood pumping throughout me. I'd rather have "workout aches," than be dealing with this.

6 days till my birthday and for a moment I'm delayed in getting healthier. I have to tell myself it will be over soon enough (the cold, I mean).

Hopefully, I'll be back in the gym soon enough, I have a feeling this will prove to be a regression in my working out stamina.

Oh, the joys of trying to live healthier ;)


“Patience is the companion of wisdom.” ~St, Augustine~

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

He knows I'm not going to look at him, right?

It's all about working out hard. Deep breaths in, sweat pouring out and then I notice that there are two older men on both sides of me. Which is fine, until out of the corner of my eye I see them staring.

Staring. At me? Then I take into consideration that it could be my enormous rack making their jumping debut. Maybe it's the endorphins or the little chemical thing that happens when a woman is sweating that attracts men like this at the gym, but right about now...I am a little creeped out.

Then I notice that they start breathing harder, and it seems they're trying to keep up with me... maybe that's why they're staring? No, it has to be the tits bouncing. And then all of a sudden I start getting a hint of tuna, no... pickles... garliced pickles in the air. GROSS! He's breathing harder and has rank-ass breath. And it is traveling over here, in my bubble of perfect working out bliss. I'm almost considering moving to a different machine. But I'm on a roll, I'll just deal and try to not have a funny face from the stench.

It goes on another 20 minutes, I continue busting my ass and see one of them get off their machine looking irritated. He didn't really expect me to have a conversation with him, right? Do men really try to hit on women at the gym? I thought that was just a myth. Guess not.

Go get a toothbrush, and floss, and mouthwash..... And maybe some gum. Fricken dirty old men.

Monday, January 31, 2011

The strange thing about the locker room...

I am a woman. I know this, but I still get thrown off when I see women just walking around naked.

It's not a nice naked, this is why women go to the gym, i guess...so it's like a conundrum,lol. But it's old wrinkly women that feel the need to sit bare bottomed on the benches. Yeah REREAD that part, bare-bottomed. Her ass and all her goodies up on the public bench ready for the next woman to sit down in all her natural God given juices. Fuckin' nasty!

Umm, isn't that gross? Public property, right? How are you gonna sit on that bench (with who knows what was there or sitting there prior to you sitting there..), can you get STD's that way? How are you gonna put your pussy flat on that bench and not have any remorse or shame!!!

This is a random rant, get used to it. I was repulsed and I think everyone should keep their vaginas on their own towel, in their own panties, and off the damn public benches in the 24 Hour Fitness locker rooms!!

On a more enlightening note, I got my heart rate at 168 and held it for 3 minutes...Eff that. I went 45 minutes, and I am exhausted....like really.

Stay Beautiful People... more to come, more to come :)

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Best time to go to gym...

I'm still going strong in the working out department. I'm finding that with my internship, classes and Sigma Tau Delta meetings (My English Honors Society) I really have to schedule in my working out.

So, I have been experimenting with different times that I could go to the gym. I've found that the morning crowd is nicer. My theory behind this is, they haven't started their workday yet so they aren't bitchy yet.

I've found that the afternoon crowd after I get off my internship/work (so this is around 5-6 o'clock) are all impatient, bitter assholes. Yes, I said it. People LITERALLY fighting over machines, people moving water bottles and getting on the machine whether or not there is personal property there!!

My favorite piece of machinery to get my heart pumping is the Elliptical machine BUT if there isn't one open, I found a fancy treadmill. When I say fancy I mean, there are handlebars above the push pad where you can hold on to (and find out your heart-rate) and you can change up incline positioning.

But I was proud of myself because I have begun running on the treadmill! Now some may be like....so what? But what you may or may not know about me is I have triple D's... I'm talking about breasts people!!! So when running, it IS likely I can hurt myself either with the bouncing of my breasts while running and/or getting knocked out by them!! So I started doing it like in sprinting form. I'll slow jog a minute, then add 30 seconds and so on... but most of the time I'm power-walking.

So, I need to talk to Connie, find out what weights and what other excercises I can do to tone up since I've been doing nothing but CARDIO 4/5 times these last 3 weeks. Till next time...

What fits your busy schedule better, exercising one hour a day or being dead 24 hours a day?" ~Randy Glasbergen, Cartoonist~