I'll take "Things I Can't Do" for $200.
As a Passport Card-carrying member of New York Sports Club, I will proudly say that exercise is the most important meal of the day. Switching over from the Boston Sports Club at the beginning of this month, I was excited about the bevy of classes and fitness advantages I would be getting as a member, including the free fitness evaluation I was offered when I signed up. “Do you want an ass-kicker, or someone who’s going to baby you?” the manager asked as he filled out my profile form. “Oh, an ass-kicker,” I responded, so confident, so cool. Kelly, stick to what you know. You are neither of these things. And, as always, be careful what you wish for.
I approached my evaluation with some trepidation. I was nervous that the trainer would ask me to do something really hard and I’d fail miserably, never to work out again for the rest of my life. I don’t know where that was coming from, since I’ve been working out my whole life, but I know I’m not the world’s greatest athlete, and there are things I don’t do as well as others. I blame my parents for having very low muscle mass. I’m not saying they’re not in shape, because they very much are, but all three of us are just really, really white.
This is what my workouts look like in my head.
One pound down, nine to go. After gorging myself with junk food two weeks ago, I’ve since reformed, and this week managed an impressive weight loss. All while starting my half-marathon training! So far things are looking up.
I went for my first run on Sunday, and was in a panic because the last time I ran any kind of distance I was about 19 and only did it because I trying to watch the Army lacrosse team practice at Shea Field. I was also into spray tanning that summer – so with this half marathon training was coming a lot of teenage indiscretions I’d rather block out, thank you.
I’m not even going to go into specifics about how much I ate over the past week, and how much weight I gained (clearly, the opposite of what I was supposed to be doing). I will tell you, however, that I ate at Eagle’s Deli twice on Sunday, and as most of you know, this is the worst possible thing you could do for weight loss, your heart, your digestive system, your skin and basically any type of overall health. For breakfast, I ordered a #6, which is basically one of everything. And for dinner I had mozzarella sticks and french fries forced upon me by my cousin Elizabeth (you know her as the cute girl behind the register). Ugh. Even if I hadn’t eaten anything for the next four days it still would have been a gain week. So to punish myself for it, I’ve decided to run a half marathon.
So as I’m sure you remember from the end of last year, there are approximately 1 bigillion weddings going on. And I successfully attempted to lose weight for all of them between August and December. However, we’ve been on a reprieve from weddings over the past few months, and unfortunately, some of those pounds came back.
If you take a look over to the right side of the screen (over there…over there) you’ll see that there are 100 days until Arge and Nik tie the knot (Memorial Day weekend, on Long Island…it’s a New York wedding people!), and I have every intention of losing 10 pounds in those 100 days. Since I practically forced them under penalty of death to go skydiving with me this summer, I figure I should at least look presentable when I do a reading/break out into an original song and dance number during their ceremony. It’s happening.
So it’s back to Zumba, Yoga, and possibly once-a-week Chipotle for this girl. Ugh. I might actually have to go grocery shopping for the first time in 2011. Losing weight is a pain in the (smaller) ass. Check back next week for my first weigh in results – and don’t hesitate to send some love along. Good luck to me!
This is me every morning at 6:30 a.m. And then at 5 p.m. And then again at 6 p.m. after I’ve convinced myself that yeah, I can work out in my one bedroom apartment.
Wednesday’s are weird…
This Week’s Loss -0.9
Total Weight Loss: -8.9
So it hasn’t all been Chipotle burritos and Zumba classes (well, yes, yes it has) but we’ve finally reached wedding week and I’m .9 lbs under my goal weight. Yay!
This week (and the prior week) can mostly be attributed to seeing a mouse in my apartment and refusing to eat while inside said apartment or buy groceries. That mouse might have been a godsend.
So, the shoes are bought, the dress is shortened, and all is right with the world. My next goal is another 5 lbs for my cousin Lindsey’s wedding in December, but there definitely needs to be a break in between this journey and the next. This shiz is hard! Til next time peeps!!
P.S. If you can name the inspiration for the title of this post, I will love you forever. And no Google-ing!
So apparently my scale is broken. I stepped on it this morning and nothing happened. I’m assuming the battery died, and it’s one of those large rectangular ones you never have anywhere else in your house, so I was SOL this morning for my weigh in. Sorry folks. But let’s just say I lost 30 lbs. and I’m wearing a bikini to work. Let’s just say that.
Here’s how I did, you be the judge:
Weight Lost This Week: – 2.8 lbs.
Weight Loss Still to Go: 2.4 lbs.
Yay! After last week’s disappointing gain, it’s so nice to see the work pay off this week. I’m half way through (4 weeks down, 4 to go) and I’m near my goal. Between Zumba, running and the elliptical, this was the week of the workout. Add to that my new second job, and eating has kind of become superfluous, you know? Get it tight, get it right – here’s how it went:
Not every walk has to be on the treadmill.
Weight Lost This Week: +1 lb.
Weight Loss Still to Go: 5.2 lbs.
So I gained a pound this week, but I’m really not surprised considering I ate about 200 slices of apple pie, 400 oatmeal cookies and 27 bagels (trying to cut back on the carbs) on Sunday alone. Labor Day weekend really took a toll on my weight loss, but it’s just more motivation for next week right? Right?
Here’s the breakdown:
That's me in the blue pants!
Weight Lost This Week: 3.8 lbs.
Weight Loss Still to Go: 4.2 lbs.
The first week of Weight Watchers is always hell, and this week definitely was, since my intense dieting landed me in the doctor’s office. Ok, not really, it was just bad timing. And the doctor basically said I’m just being a baby, but whatever, she doesn’t know what she’s saying. Here’s a rundown of how it went: