Friday, November 16, 2012

the zombies are chasing me, hurrah!

Gee, I'd really love to give you a post today. Something to make you laugh while your at work, or something to make you think while you're debating getting out of bed and going to the gym.

But unfortunately my Internet is being a giant PITA. I can do my bloggy thing from my iPod, here, but typing a whole full post with my thumbs just doesn't sound too appealing.

I will say this, however: my zombie chases are working!!! The zombies are chasing me, hurray hurray!

See, I've been using this app called "Zombies, Run!", which is COMPLETELY WORTH the somewhat unusually-high app price of $7.99, for several months now. If this were a real post, right here is where I'd insert the ZR promo clip, or the really fabulous fan-created mini-film but since it's NOT a real post I'll just direct you to which you will probably have to cut and paste or type into your browser because this lame Blogger app doesn't support hyperlinks and tell you to GET IT NOW.

Edited: Got it!!

Phew, I got all pit of breath, typing that huge run-on sentence. Run-on sentences make me happy. It's like a contest with myself on how long I can make them while still staying somewhat coherent in my thought-spewing.

So anyway, the app immerses you in a story set during the inevitable zombie apocalypse. You are runner five, running for Abel Township, and it's your running skills that keep the base, well, running. But while you're out picking up spare packages of batteries and sports bras, the zombies are after your brains.

While you run, a voice (a robot voice that i now hear in my dreams) will say,"Warning. Zombies detected." When you hear this, you better haul your weapon-and-food-collecting booty, . A beep indicates the zombie horde closing in on you. The faster the beep, the closer they are to catching you. As you increase your speed, the beeping slows until you (oh God thank you finally) hear the voice say "Zombies evaded".

For anyone with half an imagination and the willingness to intermittently run like a damn fool, it's wicked fun. But a glitch in one of the iOS updates for my iPod made the zombie chases stop working. So I'd get the story still, but not the scary-exciting threat of being bitten.

I ran the rest of my missions this way, and it just wasn't the same.

But!! The latest update, out just this past week, has me running from zoms again. I was so happy the first time I heard that robot voice, I almost cried! Now I'm back to running every day, re-running the story missions to full effect while I (not)patiently await ZR season 2.

How about you? Have you tried this app? What do you think?

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

lets talk water.

So let's talk water, shall we?


We all need it.

But dang it can be hard to get that eight glasses in, right??

Now don't jump on me--I know that it's often said that you can get your water through more than just big ol' glasses of icy cold wetness like that one to the left. I know. Soup, veggies, freshly-squeezed juices, they're all great ways to get in your valuable H2O.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

13 years of bliss and stuff

No sooner did I write that really fabulous last post on eating well and exercising than I went to Trader Joe's, ravenously hungry (all together now: "Don't go to the grocery store on an empty stomach!") and bought some really yummy "Kona Coffee Creamy half-dipped shortbread cookies".

Mm hm. They're as good as they sound. And they go really well with the coffee my honey brought me this morning.

Speaking of my is our anniversary! We've been married 13 years, which is like twice the average now, or something ridiculous like that. Yay us!! We have big plans for today, once we get the kids all off to school. Plans like getting back in bed. Reading. I'll be working on my novel. It's all very exciting. If you're gonna hang with us you better be ready for life in the fast lane, baby.

OK we are going out to dinner later. So at least there's that. And you know, stuff I can't tell you about.

And! I've got to get to the gym today!

I can see from my handy dandy chart in yesterday's post that today is Upper Body & Abs & Running From Zombies. Very exciting, very exciting. If you know my husband, do me a favor and call him and tell him to make sure I do it. Because otherwise it's just gonna be all laziness, all day.

Happy anniversary to the love of my life. You and me baby, we are somethin else.

**Today's Workout--Abs & Upper Body: DONE!!**

Monday, November 12, 2012

the method

photo: West on Jade Photography
So as you probably already know, losing weight and getting fit is, ideally, a two-pronged thing.

#1. Food.

#2. Moving.

Now once upon a time it would have been my dream world to be able to eat anything I wanted, any time I wanted, and still lose weight just by working my tail off in the gym.

Unfortunately, while it is possible to create a calorie deficit this way, it's not going to be fast, and it's not going to create a lean, toned look. And it's definitely not going to make me any fitter. I won't be any faster at running, or better at climbing stairs, or able to finish Tough Mudder in under 3 hours, just by exercising while still eating anything I want. You might think it would, but you'd be wrong.

In order for exercise to be effective, my body needs fuel. Fuel from all three macronutrients--protein, for sure, but also carbohydrates and fat--and all the micronutrients. And to do that, I need to eat well. I go around eating candy bars all day (or brownies. Mmmmmm brownies.) and when I get to the gym I'm going to fall on my face five seconds into my warmup.

Don't believe me? Try this experiement, but don't sue me if it doesn't turn out well:

First: Eat junk at every meal for a week, but still go to the gym every day. How do you feel? Sluggish? Bloated? Does increasing the duration or intensity of your workouts, as in my ideal world of more exercise + an all junk food diet, make you feel better? or worse?

Then: Eat well at every meal for a week. Cut out sugar and refined carbs, and eat as closely to the earth as possible. Plants and animals in their closest-to-original-as-possible form. And go to the gym every day. You might need a break after the first week to recover from all that junk. You'll probably have a nasty caffeine/sugar withdrawl headache for a day or two. That's OK, you can wait to go to the gym until that's gone. By the end of the week, how do you feel? Unstoppable? Invincible? Like you could leap tall buildings in a single bound? That, my friend, is the power of food as fuel, and it's why we can't just work out all the time, eating all you want, and expect to get anywhere in our fitness goals.

OK, lecture over. I hope I was listening, because that is the plan for the next year.

Eat well. Exercise. 

Fortunately, now that I've been doing this for a while, I love to work out.  Hiking, biking, rollerblading, jogging (slowly. Like, shuffling.)...I love it all. I'm not always good at making room for it in my schedule though, so right here and now, where everyone can see it posted on the internet, I'm going to list what I'm going to do, when I'm going to do it, and then you can come find me on facebook (look up "fitness with Kimberly") and ask me if I've done it yet.

Yayyyy for accountability!

OK so here's the schedule:

MONDAY willPower & grace video. Love my barefoot training!
TUESDAY Strength: Upper body & Abs | Cardio: jogging (check out Zombies, Run! app for iPhone & Android and then tell me how much you love it)
WEDNESDAY Strength: Lower body | Cardio: hiking, rollerblading, or stairs if it's nice, treadmill or elliptical if not
FRIDAY Strength: Upper body | willPower & grace
SATURDAY  Cardio: jogging

Hmm...I need to make that into a pretty graphic to hang up on my fridge.

How about you? What do you do when you work out? Is it something you have to force yourself to do, or do you look forward to exercise as "me time"?

173. optimism is so easy at the start.

OK! So, my official weigh-in this morning was 173.

Thank you, Halloween candy! Now git outta my house!

Oh yeah, that's right. I ate it all.

Today I want to talk about rewards, and what incentives I'm considering for myself.

I was hoping that my sister's upcoming wedding would be enough incentive to get fit and toned.

...Is it so bad to want to look better than the whole rest of the bridal party??

But so far, that doesn't seem to be the case. It's too far away. It's too easy to say, "Oh, I'll worry about that tomorrow." So I need a little reward system.

For the last fifteen pounds I've been buying myself a new beaded bracelet every for every five pounds gone. So by the time I'm done, you know, 50 weeks from now, I should have a whole freaking armful of beaded bracelets. Yay! And when people say, "Gee, Kim, why do you have such a ridiculous number of bracelets on your increasingly-sexy arm?" I can tell them. "Well, friend, that's because I'm kicking fat cells and taking names. Wouldn't you like to pay me to train you so you can also kick fat cells and take names??"

So far I have two bracelets. I'm looking for one on etsy that I really like, like this set, now that I'm hovering right near that 170-mark.

I want to enact a reward for every ten pounds lost. I'm thinking:

160: New running sneakers. I have a pair of the Nike Kukinis and they are my new forever love. I'll need new ones soon.

150: 1-hr massage

140: New sneakers for Zumba classes. I'm really digging high tops. Takes me back to my 80s childhood. Ah, memories. When is super-tall mall hair coming back?

130: Membership to a fun new gym, like the all-women boxing gym near me, or a rock gym

120: A whole freaking new wardrobe. Because dang gun it, I'm going to need it by then.

obv fixing a Zumba-induced wedgie...
I gotta get going--got places to go and a novel to write--but I'll be back later tonight with some talk on the method for getting to where I wanna be.

What about you? What are your goals and what keeps you motivated to get there?

Sunday, November 11, 2012

ooh yes, i loves me a good challenge.

SO! We've talked about my new attitude. We've talked about my goals. Now let's talk about the steps I'm taking to get there.

This is a little tricky for me, because I need to still stroke that part of me that needs to think I'm doing whatever I want. We can't let that little rebellious six-year-old mental part of me feel like she's being told what to do. No, no, it's got to be like when you give a first grader a choice of two outfits on picture day, so that she feels like she has the power to make the outfit choice. Only you know that the two outfits you offered her are both perfectly acceptable picture-day outfits. She thinks she's getting away with a little independence. Well, maybe you do. I let my kids wear whatever they want. Which is why my six-year-old is wearing polka dots and stripes in her school picture, with bright pink stripes in her hair. Hey, if I get her used to the idea that nothing she wears can shock mommy, maybe she'll never come home tatt'd and pierced to the ends of her fingertips.

random adorable pink-hair'd girl

Not that I'd love her any less.

Of course, maybe she might feel like she needs to try even harder to shock mommy.


I guess we'll have to wait and see.

So anyway, I've set forth a little challenge for myself. I call it the "50 pounds in 50 weeks" challenge.

What? Well, no, I guess that's not really a very original name, if you're being picky. What do you want, it's late and I just wrote like a gajillion words for my Nanowrimo novel. I'm done being creative for the day.

Anyway, that's what I'm aiming to lose. 50 in 50. Now, I'm not a super-huge fan of weight as a record of progress. You've probably noticed how very different the same weight can look on different people. Through all my ups and downs, after each kid was born and in my losses and gains since then, I've been through the 150-lb mark a whole mess of times. And at that weight I've been a size 10, a size 12, and a size 14. Part of it is changing manufacturing standards among brands, I guess, but a huge part is body composition and shape. Unfortunately, I hold a lot more weight in my stomach now than I used to (thank you, genetics and hormones, for that crap shoot win), but I've got way more muscle now than I used to, too. So. Weight, not a great indicator. But it's a start, and if I need to adjust as I go, I will.

I'll be measuring, too. Waist, hips, chest, thigh, upper arm. And size-wise, I'd like to get down to a size 6 in my favorite Target jeans. Ultimately I'd like to go for a size 4, but that will probably take longer. And possibly a tummy tuck. Let's hear it for elective surgery!

But for the sake of the challenge, the goal is 50 lbs, 50 weeks. My first weigh-in is tomorrow morning. Monday, Nov 12. My last weigh in is Monday, November 4, 2013.

My unofficial starting weight, according to what I just weighed at the other day, is 170. Monday morning's weigh-in will be the official starting weight. So, not-quite-a-year from now, barring any drastic goal changes, I should weigh 120.

I can't even fathom weighing that much!

And oh, we need to talk about rewards. Because if bratty six-year-old me is going to do this, and be placated, there need to be wonderful, exciting, non-food rewards. We'll talk about that tomorrow.


So yesterday I mentioned that I had goals. Not just goals but GOALS. Big, short- and long-term goals for my life. Goals that require a healthy lifestyle to achieve.

Goal number 1: 
Earn a personal training certification and get a job as a personal trainer. 

Let's face it. No one is going to go to a dentist with rotting teeth. No one is going to a hair stylist with a Donald-Trump 'do. And no one is going to a personal trainer who can't seem to keep her own self in shape. So goal number one definitely requires getting in shape. Gotta walk the walk if I'm gonna talk the talk. Can you imagine taking advice from a doctor who smokes?

Goal number 2:
Get back into teaching Zumba® classes.
I'm not really out of teaching Zumba classes. I just don't have the energy for it. I had a position with Zumba that I really, really loved and was looking forward to concentrating heavily on in the coming year now that my kids are all in school full time. But when my contract was up for renewal this summer, they chose to not renew with me. It hurt so bad, being turned down, and while I know it was probably due in part to the low numbers I started with--I thought I had all the time in the world to get those numbers up, how stupid I was!--I also can't help but think they must have watched my video and thought, "Wow, she really doesn't fit the image we're trying to project." So with trying to get over my sadness and bitterness over that, I just got so burnt out. I've healed from the hurt and still love the program, but I've had to take a real hard look at myself and admit to myself that I've got to get in better shape. Not because I need to be thin to be a good instructor--I've seen great, beautiful, amazing, inspiring instructors of all sizes. But it just comes down to walking the walk and not thinking I can motivate my classes to greatness when I'm not willing to pursue greatness in myself. And sure, I've got to do it my way--like yesterday's post, I've got to be at peace with myself and do this my way--but I've got to be sure I'm not losing focus. I mentioned that this is the first time I've ever really had goals, and I know it's easy for me to lose sight of what's important to me for the future in favor of what's in front of me now.

Goal number 3:
Go back to school.
I love school!!! I have always loved school. Loved elementary. Loved Jr. High. Loved high school. Loved college--all five years and a half years of it. Had a ridiculously easy time of it all, mostly because I was too clueless to know when girls were making fun of me. And yeah, I'm a huge dork. I love learning and reading and buying school supplies and studying and writing note cards and omg such a dork. And while I've always wanted to go back to school, I didn't know what for. Until! I was browsing an article about fast-growing career fields, not really expecting to find anything I wanted to do but just procrastinating in my job search (because not teaching as many Zumba classes means I've had to get a job) when I came across the description for physical therapy.

"Why am I not doing this already?!" I thought, as I read. "This is perfect for me!!" Two of my immediate family members have been in serious, life-threatening accidents (I know, kind of high odds, right??) and went through extensive physical therapy. I love helping people, and have been desperate to find a field I could love that dealt with helping people live active, healthy lives. And, how many times have I thought it would be great to wear scrubs to work every day?! Why the heck am I not doing this?!? So I researched, and I'm talking to friends in the field (totally-clueless-me had no idea how many friends I even had in this field until I started looking, and what do you know, they all love it), and I'm totally committed. I get to meet with one of my PT friends this weekend to talk about it. From what I can tell, it is a megaton of school (Dr. Paine. Calling Dr. Paine), but I think I can become a PTA--a physical therapist assistant--first, and then earn my doctorate later. At least, that's my current plan. Feel free to make me aware of any glitches.

And while, technically, I'm sure no one is going to be like, "I'm pretty picky about my physical therapists. I think I'll pick that fit one over there over this mushy-looking one over here," I'm thinking that strength and mobility might be important things when you're, say, teaching a six-foot-two-inch guy how to walk again, you know?

SO those are my goals. I think they look pretty good, for being the first ones I've ever really had, beyond, "eat this entire tub of ice cream".

What are your goals?

Saturday, November 10, 2012

yeah. that's 84 stairs.

So I've been away for kind of a while, huh? Yeah. About that. See, it was a good thing. It was! I got stuff done, I had some free time, I went for hikes, I played with my kids, I went out on dates with my may-un. Stuff was done.

But now I'm back!

The biggest thing I have to report right now is that, since I last posted here, briefly, in July, I am down another couple of pounds and solidly in a size 14. I got there through teaching lots of classes and being a lot kinder to myself about what I eat.

Somewhere over the last nine months I realized something kind of weird, and if you are a veteran at the old weight-loss game, you might have a hard time relating. Trust me, I've been there. But what I've realized is this: I love my body.

For real. I love my body!

I know right? What a revelation. But its made a huge impact on my life. I eat well without thinking about it or stressing if I indulge (hello, Halloween candy). I get plenty of exercise, going out of my way to make activity a part of my day.

Gillette Stadium, Patriot Place Long Stairs

Probably the biggest change is in my response to stress. It used to be that, when I got stressed or upset, I would go to the store, buy a huge buffalo-chicken pizza and a pint of Ben & Jerry's, and a two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew, and eat it all by myself. How sad and disgusting is that? And my reasoning was that I deserved that "treat" because I'd had a bad day. I cannot even begin to express how insane that sounds to me now. How is it that I ever thought that way?

Now when I'm stressed or upset--or excited or sad or happy or angry or joyful or confused or overwhelmed or optimistic--I exercise. I go for a run (ok, ok, a slow, shuffling jog, but let's not judge...), or I go hiking (so! sad! summer is over!) or I climb the stairs at the local outdoor shopping center (so! many! stairs!!). And the kids are catching on too--we have been riding bikes to and from school. It started out as an unfortunate byproduct of not being able to pay for bussing this year, but we are loving it!

So how did I get here?

I uh...I don't really have a satisfying answer.

  • I certainly prayed about it--a lot!--asking God to make healthy habits second nature to me, but if that isn't your thing it isn't going to help you much. 
  • And I listened to what my healthy friends had to say about intuitive eating, particularly this friend, and found it fit well with my personality, because I hates being told what to do. I hate it if someone even sounds like they might be telling me what to do. So let me eat what my body wants, with the only stipulation being that I really listen, instead of insisting my body really wants peanut butter cups for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I'm a happy girlie. Although I do the insisting thing, too, sometimes.
  • And I have goals--for the first time in my life, as far as I can remember, this impulsive, rash, flighty girl has goals that will take more than a week to accomplish. And they all require being healthy. And I really really really want to accomplish them. So. I gotta be healthy!
So I guess all those things wrapped up together, plus the fact that I am getting older and, one assumes, more mature, add up to a peaceful, relaxed, natural approach to eating and exercise that I really really hope is here to stay. It's slow as molasses--losing 15 pounds in nine months is nothing to brag about--but it sure as heck beats starving and berating myself into a smaller size.

How about you? How are you doing? How do you feel about yourself, and how does that impact how you eat and what you do?