Tuesday, March 08, 2016

getting serious

Here I am! Let's see if I can get some quick measurements:

Weight: 195
Height: 5'3". I don't expect this to change too much. 
Waist: 36.5"
Hips: 48"
Chest (under the bewbs): 36.75"
Boobage: 43"
Right thigh: 27"
Right upper arm: 14.25"
Neck: 15"

In other words, I'm huge! I'm not saying that to hate or nuthin. It's just...I dont' think I've ever been this big. 

In other news, while trying to get all these measurements, I got tangled up in the tape measure and almost tripped. I thought you should know.

Today's workout:

  • 45 minutes on the recumbent bike. I don't like recumbent bikes--I think they're lazy--but I did something to my hamstring and that was all I was gonna be able to do with the ol' legs today. 

  • Bicep curls, hammer curls, and--for lack of a better term--brachialis curls?? I dunno, they were like biceps curls with my hands facing down, on super-light weight. I know it works your brachialis (hello, physical therapy education!) but I dont' know what to call them. Also, overhead presses, lateral arm raises, and tricep overhead press. All done with 5# weights except for the bicep curls which were 10#. Three sets of 10 each (again, hello PT education!). 

I was also going to do ab work...but I "forgot". Ahem. 

If, for whatever reason, you want to follow my Instagram account, where I post pics of what I eat, what I do, and other such fun things, find me here: Misfit's Instagram Yayyyy

Tuesday, March 01, 2016

sorry for the redirect

Hey, so, I forgot to mention that I changed the address of the blog. Here's the new link:

Misfit Merida, in case you were wondering, is my roller derby name. When I started out in recruitment, I had really long, red, curly, hair--like the Disney princess. Anyway, those of you who got an email about the last post and tried to click through were probably confused. 


Monday, February 29, 2016

hello again again

So, it's been a while, huh?

Back in 2007/2008, when I first lost weight after having my third baby, this blog was a huge part of my journey. I never really thought people would ever read it--it was more a way for me to work out my feelings in writing, which always helps me process things more than, say, talking things out. And when I realized people were reading the blog and it was helping them in their own journeys, that was just an awesome side benefit.

Then my life got really really good for a few years. I was teaching a lot of Zumba classes and was in the best shape of my life. I was finally really feeling my role as a mom, and fully enjoying my kids. We bought a house. Things were rosy, and I fell away from writing.

But now, things are tough for me again. I've gained a ton of weight, topping out at my highest--196--at the end of 2013 and hanging out there until just recently, when I managed to stay too busy to eat, and got down to about 185-190, which is where I've been hanging out for about a year.

My role in life has completely changed. My kids are all in school, and once they were old enough to be full-time, I had to go get a full time job. That left no time for teaching Zumba classes, hence not just the weight gain but also a huge loss the in strength, agility, and endurance that I loved so much and took so much pride in. I had a brief stint playing roller derby, but had to give that up when I went back to school.

I quit my job to go back to school to be a physical therapist assistant. While this is a great, positive change, it comes with a lot--a LOT--of stress, which is manifesting itself around my waist. Eating right and exercising has taken a back seat to studying ...and studying ...and studying.

My marriage has been rocky, too. The last few years mark the first time my husband and I have been home together for any length of time. Before that, I was always working nights and weekends, or running out to Zumba classes or events. So now, 16 years into our marriage, it's like we're finally going through the adjustment period that most couples work through after the honeymoon. It's the first time we've really done any kind of work on our marriage, and while I feel like things are on an upswing and I'm incredibly thankful my husband wants to put in the work, it's exhausting and stressful. I've cried more in the last 3 years than probably the rest of my life combined.

On top of all that, I've completely deconstructed the faith that I identified with since high school. It started out with one or two doubts here and there that I easily dismissed as beneficial. I reasoned that you can't have a sincere faith without doubts--that's just blind brainwashing. But more recently, the doubts started building and then everything came crashing down like an avalanche. Now I'm left in a pile of rubble with no time--and frankly, at the moment, no interest--to sort out the good stuff from the bad.

All that has been way too freaking much change in way too short a time. I've been depressed. My best friend is worried about me. My kids are a little baffled. My husband walks on eggshells around me. Even when I think I'm holding things together OK, anyone with half an ounce of empathy tells me I seem like I'm about to fall apart.

So I started seeing a therapist. It's going well, but I need to start writing again. Even if no one ever reads what I write. I just need to get things out, and be able to track where I've been and how far I've come. I am! This probably won't be strictly a weight loss blog, or Zumba blog, or roller derby blog, or strictly-any-one-thing blog, but more like a mashup of whatever I'm up to. I don't know if anyone has bothered to read this far, but regardless of numbers, I'll be here, writing away. So, feel free to comment and say hello.

Thursday, November 07, 2013

Lululemon vs Zumba Fitness

Post by Zumba Fitness.

This is Alberto Perlman, CEO and co-founder of Zumba® Fitness, in response to the head of Lululemon, who said that womens' bodies are to blame for his faulty pants.

In case you can't see it:

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

#*$& gluten!

Flickr: NickWhitworth; used under cc by-sa 2.0

OK's pretty much what the conversation between my body and my brain has been over the last year:

 BRAIN: Ow. Ow. Seriously? Oww. I'm all swollen. And what is going on with Stomach?! Feels like I'm being skewered with hot pokers in there. Whatever you guts are doing, knock it the eff off.

GUTS: Sorry, boss. We haven't been ourselves lately. We feel all...overcrowded. 

BRAIN: Aw, crap.

GUTS: Yeah, that's kind of what we're saying.

BRAIN: OK. Well, let's get looking into that. Hair, what's up with you? You're all brassy, and dry as hell. Maybe a spa day would help. Or, like, a spa...week?

HAIR: I know, I know. I'm all dry and shizz. I don't know what to tell you, but before you ask, Nails are all brittle, too, and Skin's been mad ashy. She needs, like, some shea butter or something.

BRAIN: OK, OK. What the hell is going on? What was it, just, like, six months ago we were on top of our game! Feeling good! Feeling all invincible and junk. What the hell happened?

GUTS: Uh, well, we didn't want to say anything. But...boss, you haven't been yourself lately, either.

BRAIN: What? What are you talking about. I'm on top of my game. You all are falling apart, but there's nothing wrong with me. Uh...did anyone see where I put my keys?

EYES: Uh huh, that's the fourth time you've asked us that this week.

BRAIN: F***. OK, here's the deal. Guts, we're starting with you. There's big news going on now about wheat allergies. Maybe we have that. Sh*t, I didn't think we had any allergies, but we're getting kind of, you know, up there...

ENSEMBLE: *incoherent clamor*

BRAIN: Now, hey, now. Come on. We're 35. That's, like, approaching middle age. Now, I'm not saying we're ready for elastic waistbands and shuffleboard, but I do think we need to consider that the years of eating whatever the hell we wanted has, you know, started to catch up.

BOOTY: You're telling me.

BRAIN: Yeah, Booty, we've been meaning to talk to you about that. We need to keep an eye on you. This freaking desk job is the pits.

PITS: Hey!

BRAIN: Alright, anyway. Like I was saying, we may have developed an intolerance for something, and we're going to start with the wheat.

TONGUE: Nooooo!!!

BRAIN: I'm sorry, Tongue, but yes. We're going to start there. Let's see where it gets us.

**One month later**

BRAIN: Well, guys, good job! Everyone is looking good. I think it's safe to say that the wheat was definitely at least part of the problem. Look! Even Booty is looking good!

BOOTY: Thanks, boss.

TONGUE: *pout* I miss bread.

BRAIN: Oh, now, Tongue, don't start.

TONGUE: And cake. And cookies.

STOMACH: Here he goes...

TONGUE: ...and bagels and crackers and cupcakes and cereal and wahhhh!!!

BRAIN: Sighh. OK Tongue. Tomorrow morning we'll make some pancakes for the kids and you can have one.

**One month later**

BRAIN: uhhhhhhhh.

STOMACH: uhhhhhhnnnnhh.

GUTS: mmmf. mmmmmmmmf.

BRAIN: wha...whahappn?

TONGUE. WHOOOO!!! LOTS of WHEAT! And pancakes and cookies and cake and bagels and EVERYTHING!!!!!!

BRAIN: I..*urp*....think we need to try that again.

And so the cycle has continued, month after month, for the last year. I feel gross and I'm trying to buckle down and get rid of ALL THE WHEAT. But dang, it's hard!

Especially when your kids are all, "Mommy! We baked a cake!"

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Heyday Footwear feeds my sneaker addiction

Hey guys, just a little video to show off my  new sneakers. If you like 'em, go buy some! If you're thinking, "Those would be great if they weren't weirdly Muppet-y," well I have good news for you friends--they've got some super sleek styles you'll love.

I've been crawling the website, dreaming of which style will be my next Zumba® shoes. Which ones do you like? Let me know in the comments!

Sunday, September 01, 2013

Change is good! Or IS it??

Photo by msracheldixon on Instagram

Isn't change supposed to be a good thing?

Well, I've had a whole freaking lot of change in the last year and let me tell you something. It sucks.

My kids are all in school full time. They no longer need their mama during the day. For the first time in 14 years, I am no longer a "mother of small children". I'm only 35, so that whole being-a-mom thing has been my entire adult life. So, holy f**k, what am I now??

I had to go out and get a job. A real, grown-up job. I had to give up all my Zumba® classes and get a real freaking job. I even stopped paying my Zumba Instructor Network (ZIN™) membership, so I wasn't even listed on the website for a couple of months...but I couldn't deal with that so I'm back in, now. But still. No regular classes on my schedule,after teaching for six years.

There's some other stuff--my Zumba® mentor is no longer with the company, I had all these goals that have to put on hold while I get a J.O.B., and a bunch of other whiny, personal stuff I can't bother you with --but it all amounts to one thing: I am sick and tired of change.

Sick of it.

Sick sick #$&_@)#% sick.

After five months at the new job, and a good month or so of crying just about every damn day like an emo lovesick teenager, I've decided to grow some balls and do something about my situation.

Life lesson #23849: If you don't like where you're at, don't be a bitch. Do something to change it.

So to that end, I am creating a little master plan. Bwahahahaha, and all that.

Step one of the plan? You're reading it! Jump start the blog. Make it a hub of delicious fitness inspiration and information. I hope you enjoy it.

I'll tell you more about the plan as we go. If my journey inspires you, at all, to take steps toward your happiness, let me know!