Hey all, so I decided. I'm doing another competition in June.
Fuck you if you can't support me in it :)
Hey, you've been warned that I'm trying to be honest and real in my blog. If you can't support me in a healthy productive goal that I have then please find the door and stop reading my posts.
Today marks the first day of my prep. No this post doesn't have any photos because last night when I stopped by Alyx's to talk with her about this weeks meal plan/workout plan I didn't think to take any. I've gained back a few pounds post competition, I'm sitting at what seems to be about my "normal" weight of 138-140. So time to jump back on the low-carb (natural ones only from fruits and veggies, and maybe a rice cake or two), no added sugars, lean protein wagon. I definitely had my share of cheats this last couple of weeks, and I know I posted about it. Took me a day or 6 to come to terms with it, but I decided I was going to let myself eat what I wanted and do my best to not feel guilty about it (not always successful but I tried damn hard).
This weeks workout plan is this:
Monday:
- 2 hours of cardio of my choice
Tuesday:
- 30 mins of stairs
- 250 squats
- 3 x (3 x 33) Smith Machine calf raises
- 250 leg presses on seated machine
- 3 x 33 plyo lunges
- 45 min Run @ 15% incline
Wednesday:
- 75 Pull-ups
- 100 Burpees
- 150 Push-ups
- 250 squats
- 1 hour stairs
Thursday:
- Bench press:
3 x 20 @50%, 3 x 15 @60%, 3 x 8 @ 70-80% (15 Push-ups between each set)
- Military press:
3x 20 @ 15lbs, 3 x 15 @ 20lbs, 3 x 8-10 @ 30lbs (10-15 curls w/45lbs between each set)
- 1 hour Run
Friday:
- 5 x 5 min plank
- 250 Sit-ups
- 250 Oblique Twists
- 250 Crunches
- 250 Bicycle Crunches
- 6 mile Run
Saturday:
FREEBIE day. Run/yoga/whatever I want to do.
As for my meal plan... Nothing stupid. I know the drill. Lean protein, veggies, my APPLE every morning, and can have a little bit of peanut butter or soy milk with my protein shake (whichever I prefer)
Looking forward to this prep, we're changing a few things up. Want to build up my shoulder cap, build a bit more booty on the top (round it out up on the top), and lean out the inner-thighs a bit. And I'll be doing more calories for longer. I have roughly 4 weeks to do this in, and considering I just came off another competition I don't doubt that I can get it done in that time frame.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Just in case
People started reading this somewhere in the middle, and never went back to the beginning of my blogging adventure. I felt the need to do a photo update/comparison.
January/July '09. I didn't really start my journey until July, but these photos were taken in January. I was 188 lbs, and a size 14. I hated what I saw in the mirror, couldn't stand it when Matthew put his arms around my mid-section, my sex drive was zero, and my self-hatred was at an all time hight. Add in the fact that Steven was 16 months(ish) and I was getting winded trying to keep up with him in the front yard, and I realized that he was only going to get faster. I decided, partially due to a fight that Matthew and I had, and also because I decided I needed to work on loving myself again, that I needed to get back into the gym and find me again. Here are two photos of FAT Zori.
I realize they aren't the best photos, but I wasn't about to let anyone take photos of me while I was that big. I took these using the iPhoto booth app on my MacBook. There are NO other photos of me in just a sports bra, and pants from this time in my life. There aren't any bathing suit photos, and definitely no shorts.
It took me roughly a year and a half to loose a little over 50 lbs, and I did it on my own. A lifestyle change, not a diet. Paying attention to things like serving sizes, actual caloric values, and choosing to cut certain things out completely or reducing them by huge %'s. I've kept the weight off for over a year now, February was officially a year, and I just completed my first NPC Bikini Contest.
I'm blessed that I made friends with an amazing woman, Alyx Luck, who is also a personal trainer. She's competed in NPC events, the Fit category, and has trained other women who have competed. She's open, welcoming, loving, push you past the limits you thought you had, killer, amazing, vegan, tough, excited, happy, energetic, everything wrapped into one.
She worked with me a month before the Marine Corps Birthday this in 2011, I'd gained back about 10 of the 50 lbs I lost, doing the same stupid thing that everyone else does in terms of "I'm working out hard, I deserve this cheat". Except the fact that I was doing that more than once a week... And I loved my results.
A year ago I'd had a thought in passing about competing but thought that there was no way that I could actually get to that point physically - She mentioned it to me, and I mulled it over for well over a month, and then told her that yes I wanted to do it. We kept tossing the idea around, but didn't really commit to it, never actually looking for an event, until it got to the point that I decided either find one and train for it or stop discussing it. So I found one that was far enough out time frame wise to give me enough time to prep for it, and signed up.
For 8 weeks I killed myself daily at the gym. I lived on a strict diet. All with a goal in mind.
To walk across a stage, in a Bikini and heels, under a spot-light and PAY to let people judge me. Sounds crazy right?! But I did it and I loved it! I'm proud of what I accomplished. I went from 188 pounds in July '09 to waking up the morning of my competition at 126 pounds (dry, ie meaning I dehydrated for 2 days to get all the muscles to pop while on stage)
*These were taken the day after the competition, I ate Wendy's after the show along with easily 1 pound of candy. Plus the pickings from the continental breakfast at the hotel in the morning.*
Yes I realize 126lbs on my frame is small, and I have no plans on trying to maintain that weight daily - frankly I enjoy drinking water, and eating food. I plan to try and maintain my weight around 135-140 when I'm not in competition mode. AND I plan on doing this by building healthy muscle and maintaining a meal plan/workout plan that doesn't drain me in my daily life.
I'm proud of the muscle I've developed, and the leanness that I plan on maintaining. I have the ability to lift weights, and run long distances. Not everyone will understand that. I am going to be doing another competition in June, and then hopefully running the Tough Mudder again in July. Having goals and meeting them gives me such a feeling of accomplishment that I will continue to do so.
*These were taken by my friend Richie at the gym Friday morning before my competition. I'm proud of those muscles. I have goals to build certain muscle groups, some because it will help in the next competition, and some because frankly I think I'll look better.*
As to the original intent of this post, its meant as a little catch-up for those who weren't aware of my full transformation.
January/July '09. I didn't really start my journey until July, but these photos were taken in January. I was 188 lbs, and a size 14. I hated what I saw in the mirror, couldn't stand it when Matthew put his arms around my mid-section, my sex drive was zero, and my self-hatred was at an all time hight. Add in the fact that Steven was 16 months(ish) and I was getting winded trying to keep up with him in the front yard, and I realized that he was only going to get faster. I decided, partially due to a fight that Matthew and I had, and also because I decided I needed to work on loving myself again, that I needed to get back into the gym and find me again. Here are two photos of FAT Zori.
I realize they aren't the best photos, but I wasn't about to let anyone take photos of me while I was that big. I took these using the iPhoto booth app on my MacBook. There are NO other photos of me in just a sports bra, and pants from this time in my life. There aren't any bathing suit photos, and definitely no shorts.
It took me roughly a year and a half to loose a little over 50 lbs, and I did it on my own. A lifestyle change, not a diet. Paying attention to things like serving sizes, actual caloric values, and choosing to cut certain things out completely or reducing them by huge %'s. I've kept the weight off for over a year now, February was officially a year, and I just completed my first NPC Bikini Contest.
I'm blessed that I made friends with an amazing woman, Alyx Luck, who is also a personal trainer. She's competed in NPC events, the Fit category, and has trained other women who have competed. She's open, welcoming, loving, push you past the limits you thought you had, killer, amazing, vegan, tough, excited, happy, energetic, everything wrapped into one.
She worked with me a month before the Marine Corps Birthday this in 2011, I'd gained back about 10 of the 50 lbs I lost, doing the same stupid thing that everyone else does in terms of "I'm working out hard, I deserve this cheat". Except the fact that I was doing that more than once a week... And I loved my results.
A year ago I'd had a thought in passing about competing but thought that there was no way that I could actually get to that point physically - She mentioned it to me, and I mulled it over for well over a month, and then told her that yes I wanted to do it. We kept tossing the idea around, but didn't really commit to it, never actually looking for an event, until it got to the point that I decided either find one and train for it or stop discussing it. So I found one that was far enough out time frame wise to give me enough time to prep for it, and signed up.
For 8 weeks I killed myself daily at the gym. I lived on a strict diet. All with a goal in mind.
To walk across a stage, in a Bikini and heels, under a spot-light and PAY to let people judge me. Sounds crazy right?! But I did it and I loved it! I'm proud of what I accomplished. I went from 188 pounds in July '09 to waking up the morning of my competition at 126 pounds (dry, ie meaning I dehydrated for 2 days to get all the muscles to pop while on stage)
Yes I realize 126lbs on my frame is small, and I have no plans on trying to maintain that weight daily - frankly I enjoy drinking water, and eating food. I plan to try and maintain my weight around 135-140 when I'm not in competition mode. AND I plan on doing this by building healthy muscle and maintaining a meal plan/workout plan that doesn't drain me in my daily life.
I'm proud of the muscle I've developed, and the leanness that I plan on maintaining. I have the ability to lift weights, and run long distances. Not everyone will understand that. I am going to be doing another competition in June, and then hopefully running the Tough Mudder again in July. Having goals and meeting them gives me such a feeling of accomplishment that I will continue to do so.
*These were taken by my friend Richie at the gym Friday morning before my competition. I'm proud of those muscles. I have goals to build certain muscle groups, some because it will help in the next competition, and some because frankly I think I'll look better.*
As to the original intent of this post, its meant as a little catch-up for those who weren't aware of my full transformation.
I've had time
to calm down, collect my thoughts, and try to organize them a bit. Though as usual I'm sure this post will get sidetracked and I'll have to get it back on track again.
I want to say thank you for the concern that friends and family have expressed. I realize for some people who haven't maybe paid a whole bunch of attention to all of my posts that they may think that I was hurting myself, or being unhealthy. I realize that you are concerned and I appreciate it, its un-founded but I appreciate it.
I started writing this blog with the intention of being as truthful as possible. When I decided to write about my experience prepping for and competing in a NPC sanctioned Bikini Contest I did so with the promise to myself that I would write about anything/everything that I chose to.
This was not easy, the whole thing. Figuring out how to balance workouts/home/work/energy reserves took a lot for me. Posting on here when I was having a "bad day" may have drawn attention to my actions more than I meant, BUT I wanted to post the GOOD and the BAD so that no one thought that this was cake.
mmmmm Cake....
Sorry :)
At first I didn't realize how many people might actually be reading this, and then I had more and more people send me private messages, or write on my wall and/or comment on posts. And I figured I needed to keep being honest, in case for some reason I managed to inspire someone else to do something like this. I didn't want anyone going in blind thinking, "Well Zori seemed to do it without any issues. She didn't have bad days, or days where she was hungry, or days where she didn't question her sanity. She didn't have 'fat days' or days where she was ready to throw in the towel and say 'F* it I'm done!' "
I had rough days. Days where I was at the gym screaming at myself in my head, because all I wanted to do was give up and say "I'm done". 2 hours of cardio will take it out of you, and its a good thing that people can't hear what was going on in my head because they would have thought I was crazy. I had days where I got done and was so jazzed that I wanted to keep going, but there is a 2-hour time limit on day care :) Most days I was fine with my food intake, I realize that saying "I survived on 1,100-1,300 calories" doesn't sound like much - but when you sit down and look at what I was consuming I for the most part wasn't super hungry. Lean proteins: tuna, salmon, chicken, lean beef, tofu, and nuts mainly. And TONS of veggies. Trust me, when Alyx would write down Lunch - Lean protein x 2, Veggies 100 calories, you might be surprised how many veggies it takes to equal 100 calories if your eating them raw without dressing of any kind.
Did you realize that there are vegetables that are considered a "negative vegetable"? Where it takes more calories for your body to process what you've consumed, then the amount of calories you actually consumed. I know there are more, but the 3 that always stick with me are Celery, Cucumber, and Spinach.
Throughout this process I've been introduced to new vegetables (ones that I've never eaten/cooked with), and also new ways of consuming them so that I didn't get as bored with my food choices. Cauliflower is AMAZING when you substitute it for mashed potatoes - in fact, its a trick that I plan on continuing to use because I feel like I'm having comfort food without a whole lot of empty calories and a whole lot of useless carbs. Bok choi is something that I've never cooked with before, and in fact I'm not sure if I'd eaten it before 8 weeks ago - now I use it regularly in stir-fries along with tofu, sweet peppers, onion, mushrooms, and garlic.
I've developed eating habits that will stick with me, because I enjoy being healthy. I DID THIS. I started my weight-loss journey in July '09 on my own, making a lifestyle change instead of going on a diet. Diets FAIL! Because people completely deny themselves items for a long stretch of time, and maybe they start working out more, or more intensely for a while BUT at some point they loose all the weight that they were aiming for and gradually those items that they cut out come back into their diet. And then they gain weight back, and then they diet again. Yo-yo'ing is unhealthy, it shocks your system.
I chose to change what I ate, and how I eat it. Yes I still have "cheats", and for the most part don't feel bad when I give in to them - but I am human and I have those inner-demons that like to get the better of me at times. I eat cleaner now than I have ever before, I try to keep processed foods out of my diet and do my best to cook dinner, or Matthew cooks when I'm working, most nights. Canned soups are almost a thing of the past for me (one of my old fall back meals when I was busy), frozen dinners are gone, and most dairy is gone. Which considering I used to be able to kill a gallon of milk on my own in 3-4 days is impressive. But I realize that when I bring that stuff back into my diet my system goes haywire. When I'm not prepping for a contest carbs are brought back in, but honestly I don't hardly crave them anymore...
I think about food before I put it in my mouth, what am I going to gain from eating this? Does it give me short term energy, or long term? What am I looking for at the moment? Am I really hungry? (That one is very important to me because I tend to be a bored eater, or an emotional eater)
I personally don't think I have an issue with food, I have an issue with allowing myself to slide back down the slippery slope of gaining weight. EVERYONE in my family is over-weight. And I don't mean 5-10 pounds, but Clinically Obese, and I grew up thinking that was ok. I never thought about what I was consuming. The fact that I used to consume 2-4 soda's in a day was NOT ok. Snickers while I'm at the grocery store buying frozen pizza for dinner because I'm hungry now and don't want to wait while that sucker is baking, yeah sure sounds great.
My Aunt died 1.5 years ago, and she is probably one of my biggest reasons for getting and staying in shape. I don't think I ever saw her under 250 lbs. She had her first heart-attack before she was 40 years old. 7 stints, and 1 heart bypass later and her health was still for shit. Breakfast was diet-Pepsi, and dinner if my grandma didn't cook was either Mac'n'Cheese, Chili from a can, or Pizza delivered.
I thought that was normal.
I don't know about you, but I don't want to be that kind of "normal". I want to be around for Steven. I want to watch my son grow up. I want to be an active parent, I enjoy going to the beach and running around with him (when I'm not being lazy because of the sun and making Matthew chase him). I LOVE the fact that he tells me he wants to grow up and "Be strong like Mommy" and "I want to have big muscles like Mommy" he wants to work out with me, and we do jumping jacks together, or race, he's trying to do push-ups but doesn't have the muscles for that yet. He has so much energy that I look forward to getting him in sports so that it helps to channel his energy and he isn't so spastic at home and playing with his friends in the neighborhood.
I realize that there are people who aren't going to understand the way I choose to live, that they enjoy going to McDonald's (ewww) and eating their Big Mac's and fries. That they live indoors, and their version of hard work is carrying in the 10lb sacks of groceries from their car. BTW, if you can carry a sack of groceries you can curl more than a 5lb dumbbell :)
So once again thank you for your concern, I'm glad that you care enough about me that you felt the need to speak up. But I don't plan on changing the way I choose to live my life. In fact today marks the first day of prepping for another contest in June. Thank you for your support, I love you all.
I want to say thank you for the concern that friends and family have expressed. I realize for some people who haven't maybe paid a whole bunch of attention to all of my posts that they may think that I was hurting myself, or being unhealthy. I realize that you are concerned and I appreciate it, its un-founded but I appreciate it.
I started writing this blog with the intention of being as truthful as possible. When I decided to write about my experience prepping for and competing in a NPC sanctioned Bikini Contest I did so with the promise to myself that I would write about anything/everything that I chose to.
This was not easy, the whole thing. Figuring out how to balance workouts/home/work/energy reserves took a lot for me. Posting on here when I was having a "bad day" may have drawn attention to my actions more than I meant, BUT I wanted to post the GOOD and the BAD so that no one thought that this was cake.
mmmmm Cake....
Sorry :)
At first I didn't realize how many people might actually be reading this, and then I had more and more people send me private messages, or write on my wall and/or comment on posts. And I figured I needed to keep being honest, in case for some reason I managed to inspire someone else to do something like this. I didn't want anyone going in blind thinking, "Well Zori seemed to do it without any issues. She didn't have bad days, or days where she was hungry, or days where she didn't question her sanity. She didn't have 'fat days' or days where she was ready to throw in the towel and say 'F* it I'm done!' "
I had rough days. Days where I was at the gym screaming at myself in my head, because all I wanted to do was give up and say "I'm done". 2 hours of cardio will take it out of you, and its a good thing that people can't hear what was going on in my head because they would have thought I was crazy. I had days where I got done and was so jazzed that I wanted to keep going, but there is a 2-hour time limit on day care :) Most days I was fine with my food intake, I realize that saying "I survived on 1,100-1,300 calories" doesn't sound like much - but when you sit down and look at what I was consuming I for the most part wasn't super hungry. Lean proteins: tuna, salmon, chicken, lean beef, tofu, and nuts mainly. And TONS of veggies. Trust me, when Alyx would write down Lunch - Lean protein x 2, Veggies 100 calories, you might be surprised how many veggies it takes to equal 100 calories if your eating them raw without dressing of any kind.
Did you realize that there are vegetables that are considered a "negative vegetable"? Where it takes more calories for your body to process what you've consumed, then the amount of calories you actually consumed. I know there are more, but the 3 that always stick with me are Celery, Cucumber, and Spinach.
Throughout this process I've been introduced to new vegetables (ones that I've never eaten/cooked with), and also new ways of consuming them so that I didn't get as bored with my food choices. Cauliflower is AMAZING when you substitute it for mashed potatoes - in fact, its a trick that I plan on continuing to use because I feel like I'm having comfort food without a whole lot of empty calories and a whole lot of useless carbs. Bok choi is something that I've never cooked with before, and in fact I'm not sure if I'd eaten it before 8 weeks ago - now I use it regularly in stir-fries along with tofu, sweet peppers, onion, mushrooms, and garlic.
I've developed eating habits that will stick with me, because I enjoy being healthy. I DID THIS. I started my weight-loss journey in July '09 on my own, making a lifestyle change instead of going on a diet. Diets FAIL! Because people completely deny themselves items for a long stretch of time, and maybe they start working out more, or more intensely for a while BUT at some point they loose all the weight that they were aiming for and gradually those items that they cut out come back into their diet. And then they gain weight back, and then they diet again. Yo-yo'ing is unhealthy, it shocks your system.
I chose to change what I ate, and how I eat it. Yes I still have "cheats", and for the most part don't feel bad when I give in to them - but I am human and I have those inner-demons that like to get the better of me at times. I eat cleaner now than I have ever before, I try to keep processed foods out of my diet and do my best to cook dinner, or Matthew cooks when I'm working, most nights. Canned soups are almost a thing of the past for me (one of my old fall back meals when I was busy), frozen dinners are gone, and most dairy is gone. Which considering I used to be able to kill a gallon of milk on my own in 3-4 days is impressive. But I realize that when I bring that stuff back into my diet my system goes haywire. When I'm not prepping for a contest carbs are brought back in, but honestly I don't hardly crave them anymore...
I think about food before I put it in my mouth, what am I going to gain from eating this? Does it give me short term energy, or long term? What am I looking for at the moment? Am I really hungry? (That one is very important to me because I tend to be a bored eater, or an emotional eater)
I personally don't think I have an issue with food, I have an issue with allowing myself to slide back down the slippery slope of gaining weight. EVERYONE in my family is over-weight. And I don't mean 5-10 pounds, but Clinically Obese, and I grew up thinking that was ok. I never thought about what I was consuming. The fact that I used to consume 2-4 soda's in a day was NOT ok. Snickers while I'm at the grocery store buying frozen pizza for dinner because I'm hungry now and don't want to wait while that sucker is baking, yeah sure sounds great.
My Aunt died 1.5 years ago, and she is probably one of my biggest reasons for getting and staying in shape. I don't think I ever saw her under 250 lbs. She had her first heart-attack before she was 40 years old. 7 stints, and 1 heart bypass later and her health was still for shit. Breakfast was diet-Pepsi, and dinner if my grandma didn't cook was either Mac'n'Cheese, Chili from a can, or Pizza delivered.
I thought that was normal.
I don't know about you, but I don't want to be that kind of "normal". I want to be around for Steven. I want to watch my son grow up. I want to be an active parent, I enjoy going to the beach and running around with him (when I'm not being lazy because of the sun and making Matthew chase him). I LOVE the fact that he tells me he wants to grow up and "Be strong like Mommy" and "I want to have big muscles like Mommy" he wants to work out with me, and we do jumping jacks together, or race, he's trying to do push-ups but doesn't have the muscles for that yet. He has so much energy that I look forward to getting him in sports so that it helps to channel his energy and he isn't so spastic at home and playing with his friends in the neighborhood.
I realize that there are people who aren't going to understand the way I choose to live, that they enjoy going to McDonald's (ewww) and eating their Big Mac's and fries. That they live indoors, and their version of hard work is carrying in the 10lb sacks of groceries from their car. BTW, if you can carry a sack of groceries you can curl more than a 5lb dumbbell :)
So once again thank you for your concern, I'm glad that you care enough about me that you felt the need to speak up. But I don't plan on changing the way I choose to live my life. In fact today marks the first day of prepping for another contest in June. Thank you for your support, I love you all.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Post Competition Blues
So I'm taking a break from my Competition update (not that you hadn't noticed that it had been a couple of days since part 1) but I really feel like I need to write about this.
The only reason why I think I can look at this logically is because thankfully I was warned by a friend of mine who had done these competitions before, but I've been dealing with a serious funk the last couple of days. Not constant, but just "eh".
That is until last night.
Last night just plain sucked. Really there is no other way to describe it.
I had a pretty busy Sunday, got up and did a quick trip to the Farmer's Market on the way up to Jump'n'Jammin for a Jake's (a friend of Steven's) 4th birthday party. Afterwards we stopped at the commissary and did the grocery shopping, then home to get busy. 3 loads of laundry total, empty, reload and wash dishes, clean the fridge and get groceries put away. Then we went and hung out with the neighbors for a bit so Steven could play with the kiddos. And then it was inside to cook dinner and dessert to take to Matthew who was on duty.
1 batch of homemade oatmeal cookies
homemade burger patties (4 total for 2 doubles)
homemade sweet potato fries
sauteed onions and mushrooms to go on the burgers
We took everything out to range 314 once it was ready. Spent 10 minutes with Matthew, and then headed out since he was doing training with the students. Then we swung out to Alyx's for a bit to chat and hang out... I feel like what I just typed is ridiculous, and I'm not looking for a gold star, but now I remember why I was addicted to coffee as a stay at home mom.
After we finally got home for the night (we being Steven and I) I got him in bed and then hung out by myself. The cranky mood that had started in just the last few hours took a hold. I've been feeling fat because Friday night after Matthew went to bed I was having some serious cravings for salty/greasy badness but we didn't have anything in the house that would satisfy it exactly... So instead I had like 4-5 salt-free rice cakes with a TON of peanut butter, and like a 1/3 of my 1lb chocolate Easter bunny.
I did get up Saturday and go to the gym, but after work went and gave into my cravings and picked up "Pizza Port" and ate myself silly with carbs, grease, and cheese. I only really had 2 pieces of pizza, but probably ate an entire order of their Beer Buddies (phenom garlic bread) with ranch sauce all on my own. Everything tasted AMAZING!!! Sunday morning though my body let me know just how much it was mad at me :)
Then add on the fact that I didn't work out Sunday, and dipped into the batter while making cookies, and ate too many cookies when hanging with the neighbors and I was feeling pretty hate filled towards myself come Sunday night.
Jen warned me that this was going to happen. That all of a sudden I'd look in the mirror and I wouldn't be at my totally shredded competition physique and I'd loose it. That I'd start hating myself, thinking that I was fat, and go into a mild depression. Add to this that I still battle with my body conscience issues everyday of my life and thats a fun combination to be dealing with.
I finished the last 1/3 of the chocolate bunny last night.
And ate another couple of rice cakes with peanut butter.
After I ate sweet potato fries, thai peanut sauce on celery, and this amazing homemade granola that I buy at the Farmers market while I was over at Alyx's...
Oh, and don't forget the handful of Goldfish because I wanted salty carbs...
And I couldn't sleep. Because I was so MAD at myself. I'm getting "soft" through the mid-section, and I know most of it is due to the fact that I'm actually hydrated again, and that even after a week of not eating the cleanest (ie fruits are back, and I've actually consumed carbs in the form of bread and granola) I have to keep reminding myself that I'm not fat.
But last night = suck
I've been looking at doing another competition. Sometime relatively soon. And last night my inner demons were definitely getting the better of me. I wanted to just say "Fuck it" and give up. Why not get fat again. I could eat whatever I want and screw the consequences. It might be easier on my marriage if I give up this silly idea of competing. That way I'm not grumpy and short tempered (or no more than normal), and so that Matthew and Steven aren't getting burnt out on chicken and stir-fries. My house might not suffer so much from lack of good cleaning (I'm still trying to get caught up on stuff) and I might not feel like a chicken running around with her head cut off half the time during prep.
I couldn't sleep. I think my brain finally gave up enough around 3am to let me black out for a few hours before getting up to take Steven down to Balboa to get his cast removed, YAY!
Got home, ate some protein, got Steven some breakfast and then went into the gym.
And sweated my self-doubt away.
It really truly is amazing what endorphins do for you. I'm getting back on track today. Trying to phase out my "cheats" so that I don't hate myself. Not saying that I'm getting rid of everything yet, though I am looking at doing a competition the first part of June. There is another one May 26th at the same location as the last, but both Alyx and I think it would be better to give myself a few extra days to just get back into the swing of things.
Eating clean to me means: lean meats, veggies, and fruits. Very few carbs that aren't found in the fruits/veggies. Upping my water again (I've been surprisingly bad about it the last few days), and trying to cut dairy for the most part (my body seems to be sensitive to it training wise) A bit of peanut butter here and there isn't going to hurt me, nor will my yummy granola "Half Nuts".
Now that I've rambled this post away I guess I'll get back to my original thought process.
I've been having a rough few days. And it comes and goes. Some of it is directed and has a purpose (or actual cause) and some of it just comes out of nowhere and makes me want to cry. Hormone levels are whonky, sleep schedule is funky, and eating habits are roller-coaster like.
So to everyone who has asked, and those who haven't, Yes this is a tough thing to do. The actual 8 weeks leading up weren't that hard on me (other than keeping up with my workouts). The week following the competition is kicking my ass. But I have great friends who understand and support me. A son who tells me he loves me everyday, and that I'm beautiful/pretty. And a husband who is around when the Marine Corps releases him from his duty.
Thanks for humoring my brain dump again, I'll get back to updating on the competition here very soon but needed to write this piece first.
The only reason why I think I can look at this logically is because thankfully I was warned by a friend of mine who had done these competitions before, but I've been dealing with a serious funk the last couple of days. Not constant, but just "eh".
That is until last night.
Last night just plain sucked. Really there is no other way to describe it.
I had a pretty busy Sunday, got up and did a quick trip to the Farmer's Market on the way up to Jump'n'Jammin for a Jake's (a friend of Steven's) 4th birthday party. Afterwards we stopped at the commissary and did the grocery shopping, then home to get busy. 3 loads of laundry total, empty, reload and wash dishes, clean the fridge and get groceries put away. Then we went and hung out with the neighbors for a bit so Steven could play with the kiddos. And then it was inside to cook dinner and dessert to take to Matthew who was on duty.
1 batch of homemade oatmeal cookies
homemade burger patties (4 total for 2 doubles)
homemade sweet potato fries
sauteed onions and mushrooms to go on the burgers
We took everything out to range 314 once it was ready. Spent 10 minutes with Matthew, and then headed out since he was doing training with the students. Then we swung out to Alyx's for a bit to chat and hang out... I feel like what I just typed is ridiculous, and I'm not looking for a gold star, but now I remember why I was addicted to coffee as a stay at home mom.
After we finally got home for the night (we being Steven and I) I got him in bed and then hung out by myself. The cranky mood that had started in just the last few hours took a hold. I've been feeling fat because Friday night after Matthew went to bed I was having some serious cravings for salty/greasy badness but we didn't have anything in the house that would satisfy it exactly... So instead I had like 4-5 salt-free rice cakes with a TON of peanut butter, and like a 1/3 of my 1lb chocolate Easter bunny.
I did get up Saturday and go to the gym, but after work went and gave into my cravings and picked up "Pizza Port" and ate myself silly with carbs, grease, and cheese. I only really had 2 pieces of pizza, but probably ate an entire order of their Beer Buddies (phenom garlic bread) with ranch sauce all on my own. Everything tasted AMAZING!!! Sunday morning though my body let me know just how much it was mad at me :)
Then add on the fact that I didn't work out Sunday, and dipped into the batter while making cookies, and ate too many cookies when hanging with the neighbors and I was feeling pretty hate filled towards myself come Sunday night.
Jen warned me that this was going to happen. That all of a sudden I'd look in the mirror and I wouldn't be at my totally shredded competition physique and I'd loose it. That I'd start hating myself, thinking that I was fat, and go into a mild depression. Add to this that I still battle with my body conscience issues everyday of my life and thats a fun combination to be dealing with.
I finished the last 1/3 of the chocolate bunny last night.
And ate another couple of rice cakes with peanut butter.
After I ate sweet potato fries, thai peanut sauce on celery, and this amazing homemade granola that I buy at the Farmers market while I was over at Alyx's...
Oh, and don't forget the handful of Goldfish because I wanted salty carbs...
And I couldn't sleep. Because I was so MAD at myself. I'm getting "soft" through the mid-section, and I know most of it is due to the fact that I'm actually hydrated again, and that even after a week of not eating the cleanest (ie fruits are back, and I've actually consumed carbs in the form of bread and granola) I have to keep reminding myself that I'm not fat.
But last night = suck
I've been looking at doing another competition. Sometime relatively soon. And last night my inner demons were definitely getting the better of me. I wanted to just say "Fuck it" and give up. Why not get fat again. I could eat whatever I want and screw the consequences. It might be easier on my marriage if I give up this silly idea of competing. That way I'm not grumpy and short tempered (or no more than normal), and so that Matthew and Steven aren't getting burnt out on chicken and stir-fries. My house might not suffer so much from lack of good cleaning (I'm still trying to get caught up on stuff) and I might not feel like a chicken running around with her head cut off half the time during prep.
I couldn't sleep. I think my brain finally gave up enough around 3am to let me black out for a few hours before getting up to take Steven down to Balboa to get his cast removed, YAY!
Got home, ate some protein, got Steven some breakfast and then went into the gym.
And sweated my self-doubt away.
It really truly is amazing what endorphins do for you. I'm getting back on track today. Trying to phase out my "cheats" so that I don't hate myself. Not saying that I'm getting rid of everything yet, though I am looking at doing a competition the first part of June. There is another one May 26th at the same location as the last, but both Alyx and I think it would be better to give myself a few extra days to just get back into the swing of things.
Eating clean to me means: lean meats, veggies, and fruits. Very few carbs that aren't found in the fruits/veggies. Upping my water again (I've been surprisingly bad about it the last few days), and trying to cut dairy for the most part (my body seems to be sensitive to it training wise) A bit of peanut butter here and there isn't going to hurt me, nor will my yummy granola "Half Nuts".
Now that I've rambled this post away I guess I'll get back to my original thought process.
I've been having a rough few days. And it comes and goes. Some of it is directed and has a purpose (or actual cause) and some of it just comes out of nowhere and makes me want to cry. Hormone levels are whonky, sleep schedule is funky, and eating habits are roller-coaster like.
So to everyone who has asked, and those who haven't, Yes this is a tough thing to do. The actual 8 weeks leading up weren't that hard on me (other than keeping up with my workouts). The week following the competition is kicking my ass. But I have great friends who understand and support me. A son who tells me he loves me everyday, and that I'm beautiful/pretty. And a husband who is around when the Marine Corps releases him from his duty.
Thanks for humoring my brain dump again, I'll get back to updating on the competition here very soon but needed to write this piece first.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Post Competition, part 1
So its a few days after the competition. I've been busy with trying to get back to a semi-normal life. Also I've been trying to gather my thoughts so that things are a little bit more coherent. I don't know if I'll accomplish that considering I'm trying to write while Steven plays around the house but we'll see what happens.
Friday night was insane. Alyx and I drove up to Culver City for the Pre-Competition meeting, of course neither of us paid enough attention to see if the meeting was at the Event location, or the event hotel... So we got to the location with plenty of time to spare and no orange people walking around :( after a quick call to Matthew to get the address of the Event Hotel we plugged it into the GPS and made our way over there.
And at that point I started to hyperventilate... I walked into a room filled with all these beautiful women, all wayyyy darker than I (either naturally or because they had already started the fake tan process), and all of them looking like they belonged. And I felt anything but like I belonged in that room.
This competition was so much larger than what I expected, though with the name LA Grand Prix I'm sure I should have been aware that it was going to be a larger competition than one held in Soldotna, AK. Bikini alone had more than 100 women signed up for it. So I was sitting in a room with 100+ women all ranging from 4'9" to 6' (roughly). There were 6 different classes in the Bikini division, A-F, done by height blocks. I was in the 5'7"+ class, Class F. And there were roughly 20 women in my class alone.
After everything was finally done, Alyx and I didn't get out of there until after 10pm, we drove back to San Clemente to spend a lot of time getting to know each other really well. And by this I'm referring to the application of my Pro-Tan.
Pro-Tan
The stuff that turned me almost black the night we applied it, and by the next morning I was dried to a burnt orange. It was so strange looking down at my hands and seeing the color difference - heck I'm still orange right now. Everything is fading, but it isn't gone by any stretch of the imagination yet.
Add to all of this the fact that Friday I was surviving on 600 calories, and 8oz or less of liquids and I was LOOPY by the time Alyx got done applying the wonderfully smelling Pro-Tan. I stumbled to bed and did what I refer to as the "death sleep" I didn't move. Created a dent in the bed where I slept for the 5-6 hours I got.
Saturday morning we got up early so I could straighten my hair, and get everything together to take with us up to the competition.
I did NOT wear my suit there, knowing I had hours before I needed to be in my gear. We got up there around 9am (neither of us had caught the exact time we needed to be at the Event Venue so decided early was better than late). And then the waiting began. Pre-judging began at 11am. You were allowed to leave the venue once your division was done, to go where ever you chose in between the morning event and the evening show.
I spent most of the day in a fog - that tends to happen when you eat just enough protein to keep you awake
and it was sort of a blessing because it didn't allow me to freak out/psych myself out of the competition. Starting a little bit before I was supposed to go back stage to get ready to head out for my judging Alyx started giving me CANDY.
Yes thats right, Starburst Jelly Beans, or as I referred to them - HEAVEN in a pill form. It was for the glycogen burst to make all my muscles and veins pop. You have to realize that at this point I was pretty dehydrated, hadn't eaten much in the last 24-48 hours, and was at my all time lowest, dry, weight ever. When I woke up Saturday morning I weighed 126 pounds. Yes, I am very aware of how little that is on someone of my build. I think the last time I weighed that little I was probably 10 (maybe 12). Anyways, back to my HEAVEN in a compact form :) Its amazing what a burst of sugar will do to a girl.
I went back stage and basically got naked... I mean I was standing in a room with I don't know how many other women, and we're all there in bikinis, stripper heels, fake tans, fake nails, fake lashes, and so much make-up its amazing we can move our faces... And the idiocy/irony of it all hit me. What was I doing? Why had I tortured myself, starved myself, killed myself for eight long weeks? Was I really about to prance across a stage, practically naked, and PAY people to judge me?
Yes.
I realized standing in the pre-rooms that I hadn't practiced my posing enough. I felt confident with my walk, surprising considering I was wearing heels that topped out at 7". But my posing was a different matter all together... All these girls were popping their hips out, standing in what my friend Opal referred to as their "slut butt" poses with their booties poppin out, and had these well rehearsed hair-flips and cute smiles. I had NONE of these things so spent time "practicing" my poses/learning on the fly.
I maintained a cool head in the pre-rooms. I managed to keep the nerves mostly at bay when they finally called Class F (for Fun). And started shaking and hyperventilating when we were standing in the wings waiting to be called. And just as I was walking out one of the backstage guys snagged my glasses for me.
So I was blind, walking across a stage in 7" heels, on carpet, trying to hit tape marks that I could only barely see due to the stage lights blinding me.
And I didn't eat it! Alyx told me later she could see the nerves in my eyes, but that most people probably wouldn't be able to.
I felt like I was going to shake apart at the seams. Like my face was going to split in half from my fake smile, and I knew my "slut butt" pose was lacking.
BUT I did it.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Its late
And I'm tired.
Today has been crazy. Gym, home and shower and throw some tuna in my face, then off to get eyelash extensions, eyebrow wax, spray tan, back to eyelashes to finish, and then home to cook dinner, do laundry, and finish up mailers for DrS.
Whew!
I've wanted to write updates all week, but with everything going on I just haven't carved out the time to do so. People have been asking me through this whole process how can I do it? How can I survive on so little caloric intake, and huge crazy workouts - honestly until this week I haven't felt drained or exhausted for the most part. I have my cranky/moody/bitchy moments but nothing down and out drained.
Until now.
With the crazy up my water intake, and then drop it back down along with cutting calories to get every last little bit of definition to pop its insane.
I'd planned to try and do photos everyday this week to chart this last weeks progress, that did NOT happen :) Both Alyx and I were crazy busy and it just fell to the side.
My emotions and thoughts are super mixed and jumbled. I'm happy/scared/nervous/pumped all rolled into one. I'll have a "Yes! Its almost here!" moment, and then a "Oh shit! I'm gonna be on stage in X number of hours!!!" moment.
I'm sitting here right now and its just after 10 pm Thursday night. I have tomorrow to workout, and run a few last minute errands and get my stuff together, then Alyx and I are driving up for the Pre-Competition meeting tomorrow evening. Afterwards we are driving back so that Alyx can PAINT ME.
Yep, I said Paint me. With this stuff called Pro-Tan.
I'm about to get my Costa Rican on! :)
Then we'll sleep for a few hours, hopefully, and drive back up Saturday morning.
I'm nervous as all get out, haven't spent enough time practicing on my heels, or my poses. I don't know if I'm peppy enough to pull this off - I watch videos of girls doing this on YouTube and they are all smily and crap. We know that I don't walk around this world with a shit-eating grin on my face. So Yeah I'm a bit nervous about that looking "fake" but hell most of me is going to be looking fake. Between the eyelashes, the tan, my hair, and my nails... So why not the smile too?! :)
Sorry, I'm rambling aren't I? This is what I mean, I'm having a hard time centering my thoughts. It happened while Christine was working on my lashes too - I was laying there for the better part of 2 hours (all said and done, though I did have 2 different time slots) and my thoughts kept bouncing around... Usually I can lay there and we either chat, or I just zone - today I just couldn't get there.
I don't really know if any of this is making sense at the moment. I need to get Steven fed, he fell asleep on the couch at 6:30 and of course just woke up demanding food. And now I need to try and get him to go back to bed. If I have time I'll try and do another post tomorrow, or maybe Saturday morning before we head out (I have a feeling I wont be sleeping much.) And I promise to let everyone, whoever you all are, know how this adventure/experiment turns out :)
Sunday, April 8, 2012
April 8th, photo update
So of course these were taken Easter Sunday, but with everything going on I haven't had a chance to write anything to go along with the post... Heck I'm exhausted tonight, but decided that it just needed to get done, and seeing as the competition is in officially two days this needed to get written. I think I'm going to go with a couple of different posts. This one is going to cover photos and this weeks workout/meal plan. So here are my photo updates, not the best pictures, we were working around Alyx's parents being in town and trying to do them quickly and quietly before running off to Easter service.
*** Disclaimer*** I have no idea what just happened but I managed to delete the last photo, herp-derp :-/
Anyways onto the meal plan/workout plan. *I got to add salt back into my diet on Thursday of last week, so I got salt Thurs/Fri/Sat/Sun/Mon and then it was gone again.*
Monday:
2 Gallons of water/salt
1,200 calorie intake for the day - protein and veggies (I pretty much know the drill at this point as to what I'm allowed and what I'm not)
3 x 1 hour of Cardio
2 x 25 donkey kicks
2 x 25 good mornings
Tuesday:
2 Gallons of water/NO SALT
No Mio after today (thank goodness for Mio when you're drinking 2 gallons of water)
1,100 calories for the day - protein and veggies
2 x 1 hour cardio
100 Push-ups
200 Squats
50 Pull-ups (I'm super proud to say I did ALL 50, unassisted, in 5 sets of 10 each)
50 Plyo-lunges
50 Burpees
Wednesday:
1.5 gallon of water
1,000 calories - protein and veggies
No Stevia after today
3 x 1 hour cardio
2 x 50 donkey kicks
2 x 50 good mornings
Thursday:
.75-1 gallon of water
900 calories - protein and veggies
dandelion root extract
2 x 1 hour cardio
250 squats
250 lunges, both sides - This did get edited and no lunges, just Adductor/Abductor machines (3 x 15) @ 90 lbs
(3 x 33) Smith machine calf raises @ 40lbs
250 Sit-ups
250 Crunches
Friday:
Enough water to keep mouth wet, aiming for 8 oz or less
600 Calories
2 protein shakes - Talked to Alyx and we determined Tuna would be better, no extra liquid that way.
Veggies of choice - no jicama, potatoes, carrots, cauliflower, or broccoli. STAY GREEN
3 x 1 hour of cardio if possible.
Obviously there were some tweaks this week. With scheduling and everything else there were a couple of days where I couldn't fit in the full cardio - just not enough hours/energy in the day.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Body Competition + kids
I don't know how this is for anyone else, obviously I never tried to do a competition Pre-kid so I don't have anything to measure this against...
But this is hard.
Not only do I have to be responsible for myself, but I've got a 4 year old and all the baggage that goes along with that.
Do you know how hard, extra hard, it is to follow a diet(strict at that) when you've got a kiddo and all their snacks just chilling around the house? Not only am I talking about the goldfish, of which I'm a sucker for, but then you've got fruit-snacks, granola bars, cookies, candy (very little but there are a few pieces floating around our house) but lunch time stuff... PEANUT BUTTER!!!!
OMG! Steven has been obsessed with PB&J's lately, but he doesn't eat the crust usually and as mommy its my job to finish his scraps so that we aren't throwing food away - or at least thats normally my job, but I can't indulge right now... :( I miss having more than my 1 tbsp of PB and fight the urge to lick clean the knife from the PB, and the spoon from the strawberry jam EVERYDAY...
Not only that but I'm trying my hardest to keep everything balanced these days - but when your spending roughly 2 hours a day in the gym it gets hard trying to keep the juggling act going... With lack of sleep (partly my fault), lack of food, and then extreme exercise I find myself dragging usually by mid-afternoon so I'm becoming used to caffeine again.
RockStar Zero Carbs to be exact.
YES! I know how awful it is for me. Yes I'm aware of the chemicals... Blah, blah, blah. Right now there are days where its the only thing that gets me through the day. I've been told I can have coffee, black, but seeing as its been over a year for coffee for me it kinda tastes AWFUL.
Back to the kid situation.
I know I've got a short fuse lately, and I've been trying my best to stay on top of it. Talking with Steven more, trying to get him to understand that mommy doesn't have much in the way of patience at the moment and that I need him to listen to me the first time. Sometimes it works. Other times, not so much.
I'm not really sure where I'm going with this - I just had this thought earlier today that I needed to write it down. That doing a Body Competition is hard. Doing it with a kiddo for me is HARD!
But I love him, and I get excited when he tells me that he wants to be strong like Mommy. So I just need to keep that in mind the next time I'm loosing it when I'm having to ask him to pick up his toys for the 12th time that day :)
Monday, April 2, 2012
Just kidding
Steven's pretty plugged into a little bit of tv, and his snacks so I decided to jump back on here... Not really sure what this post is going to consist of, I've had so many different thoughts jumping around in my head lately.
Today was a rough day, I touched on that in the last post that I made. I don't know if it was because of the lack of sleep, but on top of everything else I had a serious "fat day".
STOP!!!
Before anyone goes ballistic on me for saying I'm fat, thats not what I mean. I was having one of those, just unhappy with life/the world/myself days and it translated into picking on myself in my head. Couldn't find the workout tank I wanted to wear this morning, so got stuck with wearing a regular cotton one which I dislike wearing to workout.
Matthew and I have had this discussion before, and the best way that I've found to explain it to him is that its like looking in a fun house mirror - once you've had an eating disorder. Logically I know I'm the skinniest I've ever been, I even see it sometimes when I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror in passing - but when I look down at my body I see HUGE thighs. Ridiculous I know. But its what my mind processes that it sees.
I ask people around me, Matthew, Alyx, Meggan, Tiffany, Patricia - really anyone who might understand or who will be honest - if things that I'm wearing make me look fat. And its not me fishing for compliments, its me honestly wondering. I'd rather be told that I look fat wearing something, than be allowed out of the house around people with fat rolls, spare tires, and muffin top hanging out.
What really doesn't help is that I'm an emotional eater, so I've wanted to dive into the jar of peanut butter and break into the little bit of Easter candy that I bought for Steven. I'm also a bored eater, if there isn't anything better to do I'll find something to put in my mouth. Thats what she said!!!!! ;)
Basically if it comes down to food, I'm cool with it and want to put it in my mouth. So doing this very restricted diet for the last 6+ weeks has been more than difficult. I'm going to be honest, because if I can't be honest with myself, and the few people who have taken interest in my hum-drum life, then I suck and should crawl into a hole.
I've cheated.
Not a lot, and not anything huge, but its happened a few times. Extra peanut butter here, and a snuck sliced bit of strawberry that I was cutting up for Steven. Not like I was going out and eating Carl's Jr, or the whole batch of cupcakes (like I seriously wanted to). And usually in real life the things that I "cheated" on wouldn't even register in my daily calorie intake, but doing this, and being hyper conscious of the fact that I'm choosing to subject myself to this contest, makes me put every little thing I do under a microscope.
All I can think about is the fact that I'm going to be walking across stage, in a TINY bikini, wearing 7" stripper heels, with a CRAZY fake tan, hair dyed and did, fake nails, LOTS of make-up, and under a SPOT LIGHT!
I refuse to be the "fat girl" on stage, not that it counts as real life, but still... I REFUSE.
Like I said, this is going to be a rambling post.
I'm starting to feel the other effects of doing this, I get tired easier. And my sex-drive has nose dived. It comes down to what is more important, food/sleep/sex. And sex is definitely suffering - that and house cleaning ;)
I had some other interesting topics lined up in my head to write about, but the lack of carbs is killing my memory... Maybe if I can get some of my thoughts lined up, and Steven decides to stay up for the next X # of hours I'll get some more written out in my long rambling ways, if not, have a great night.
April 1st (2nd actually) update
Sunday was amazing! Lots of good food. I made cupcakes, and did a quick decoration on them... And was told that they were all amazing! I'll admit, I gave in while making them and had a couple of licks of batter (my system was soooo pissed at me though, that I'm glad that I didn't give in and eat any more) And of course, because I'm the health conscious mommy that I am I couldn't do all junky snack foods. We had cupcakes, and chips, and fresh fruit salad that I prepared along with salad, and plain cut-up veggies on a tray with ranch dip. Oh, and your basic hotdog/hamburger combo, with a few boca-burgers thrown in for those of us who choose to/have to be veggan (or conscious of what we're putting in our bodies). I think the kiddos all had a good time, lord knows by the time everyone went home, the bounce house was put away, and we were inside I was ready to call it a night - but had to do a few dishes first :)
Alyx and I were both so busy that we didn't get a chance to write up the weeks workout plan/meal plan on Sunday so she texted me my Monday workout, and told me not to change the meal plan other than PB everyday and no fruit. So Monday's quick little workout was supposed to be:
30/30/30 Bike/treadmill/stairs and 20 minutes of Core.
What it turned into:
30 bike, 20 core, 1 hour stairs - because I just didn't want to run today :)
Last night was rough, between choosing to stay up and bake a Chocolate chip banana bread for the Finch's to take with them on their trip home to AZ since Garret was finally medically separated from the USMC and they were given 6 days notice that he was going on terminal and had to be out of housing ASAP. Steven having a rough nights sleep, he's saying that his ears itch a little, but nothing slowed him down today, no fever, and wanted to play like normal along with normal eating habits. THEN getting a phone call from Alyx, at 4am, which broke my heart...
Briggs had to be put down today, due to actions that are hard to explain, and circumstances that I'll never understand because I didn't see it in person. It hurts my heart to see her in such pain and to know that Kris is having to try and accept this while deployed to Afghanistan. Steven doesn't understand why Mr. Briggs isn't at Alyx's house, and not really sure why all of us are so sad. I'm going to try and do my best to explain it in terms he'll understand without being graphic or making him upset. For now he knows that there was an accident and that Mr. Briggs can't/won't be coming home.
So everything combined (none of which was anyone's fault) I didn't get great sleep and thats why I changed up today's workout on the fly. Alyx came over today/tonight and while here, watching "2 Broke Girls" with me and eating copious amounts of food (a lot of which I longingly stared at) she wrote up the rest of the week for me. It follows as such.
Tuesday:
100 Push-ups
100 Burpees
100 Squats
100 Sit-ups
100 Crunches
100 Leg lifts
1 hour Stairmaster
Wednesday:
30 Bike
30 Run
30 Stairmaster
30 Core
Thursday:
(A bit different, the actions outside of the run are grouped together in sets of 2, done 3 times each before moving onto the next set)
Pull-ups x Fail, Squats x Fail - 3 sets
Plyo-lunges x Fail, Push-ups x Fail - 3 sets
Renegade Rows x Fail, Bench Jumps x Fail - 3 sets
1 hour Run @ 6% incline
Friday:
5 x 5 minute plank
250 Sit-ups
200 Plyo-lunges
150 Bench Jumps
100 Bench Burpees
50 Burpee Pull-ups
Saturday:
60-80 minute Run
This weeks meal plan is as follows:
Protein shake w/1 tbs PB
3-5 oz lean meat/or nuts
2 cups veggies, 3-5 oz lean meat/nuts
2 cups veggies
8-10 oz lean protein, 1 cup veggies
LATE NIGHT SITFU :)
I think thats about it for me tonight - there are so many other topics that have been bouncing around in my head lately but I have a little man who has been demanding snuggles since I started writing this post so I think I'm going to end it here for now. Love.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)