Ah yes. Today marks the beginning of week 3 of p90x.
I'd like to say a quick "F you in the B" to all the folks who said I wouldn't even last three weeks. :] It's a bitch, isn't it?
So week three is starting and I'm feeling good. I haven't checked the scale, I don't care. I've come to the conclusion that even if I only lost one ounce of my fatassedness, I'd be ok. I don't feel GROSS anymore. I don't feel like a complete asshole for not doing anything about the aforementioned fatassedness.
I feel good mentally and am on the road to physical well-being and THAT makes me feel great.
Anywho, I won't say that I've "slipped" once or twice, but I had a few moments in the last couple of weeks that felt as though I wasn't giving it my all. Yoga is the devil and I want to punch Tony (Tony Horton - p90x guy) in the face for making me do it, but you know... I want to punch MYSELF in the face more for having gotten to the point of even needing Tony. So yeah. I'm not gonna' be Hector the Projector here. I know whose fault this is.
The diet has been pretty easy so far. I haven't had any diet coke since this started. Nor have I had any processed foods, anything other than whole wheat breads, and I've pretty much given up beef entirely. All recipes that call for ground beef are now done with ground turkey. I feel like I'm made up of 100% water now, I drink so much.
I discovered Michi's Ladder, which is on the beachbody website, that lists tiers of food to eat. I think I'm going to try to stick to buying those foods from now on to make it even easier on me when I'm cooking.
Speaking of, tonight I'm having bellpeppers stuffed with shredded chicken and brown rice that's been crock-pot simmering in whole tomatoes and tomato soup. Omnomnom. I hope it's good. Sounds good. Also, last night, I mangled a recipe into a great low-cal snack! It was freaking amazing. Recipe is as follows:
Skin and dice an apple (I used granny smith)
Throw into a bowl with 3/4 cup of sugarless apple sauce and a big dash of cinnamon. Mix well.
Put a wheat tortilla in a pan, throw the mixture on top and sprinkle with a small amount of low-fat shredded cheddar. Cook like a quesadilla.
Take 3/4 cup of lowfat yogurt (I used vanilla) and mix with a tsp of applesauce and small dash of cinammon to dip your appledilla in.
This snack is freaking ridiculous and tastes like angel wings, I swear. Half of that concoction is something like 140 calories and IT IS FILLING.
Anywho, just a little something until next time. Keep pressing play.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Day 4/I'msuchasadsack
Wow. So It's day four and I'm feeling it.
Last night was Shoulders and Arms along with Ab Ripper X. The Shoulders and Arms dvd wasn't too incredibly bad, as it gave my aching gams a reprieve, but Ab Ripper X owned me. 15 minutes of ridiculous, embarassing ownage. (Or pwn, in webernet lingo.)
That's ok. I can give up an hour a day. An hour a day isn't too much for me to sacrifice for my health, which is probably in the shitter.
Here's a little story that keeps me motivated. Last year, my Aunt died. She was an AMAZING woman. She was funny, and loud, and had this laugh that was exclusively hers. I'm talking, southern-purple-hatted-lady laugh. When she and my mom got together, it was infectious, and my mom's laugh sort of started to take on qualities of my Aunt's.
Anyway, my aunt was morbidly obese. Her husband (who died from meningitis when I was in the 9th grade) was also morbidly obese. Their daughter, who was 5 years younger than me, picked up their genes. Although they lived far away for most of my life, most of my younger years are filled with memories of them; they were all such amazing people. My aunt eventually moved closer to home, as her obesity-related diabetes had affected her life to the point that she started having to have toes cut off. So she moved home to be closer to family.
One day, after she'd already had her entire foot surgically removed, she had a seizure at home. They called me to the hospital to see her one last time before she passed away. What I saw in her hospital room is now what keeps me going. My aunt, in the hospital bed, was in a coma. Her 19 year old daughter was stroking her head saying, "I love you mama. I love you mama. It's ok, I'm here, I love you." Just typing this now takes me back to that time and place; typing it is living that sadness over again.
She passed away not long after. It was hard on everyone, especially my mom. The reason that tragic situation is a motivator for me, is that it was all weight-related. I don't want Emma, my 3 year old, to have to say good-bye to me 17 years from now as I lay in a hospital bed all because of something I possibly could've prevented. I'm not blaming my Aunt for what happened, not by any means. I don't know her medical OR family history - but I know mine. And I know that that future is one I can prevent for myself and my awesome, wacky kid.
Tonight: Yoga X
Also, I switched from the p90x Lean program to the p90x Classic and last night I got the Body Fortress protein shake for post-workout muscle recovery. Tastes like vanilla ass, but sacrifices gotta' be made.
New schedule:
Weeks 1-3:
Day 1 – Chest & Back, Ab Ripper X
Day 2 – Plyometrics
Day 3 – Shoulders & Arms, Ab Ripper X
Day 4 – Yoga X
Day 5 – Legs & Back, Ab Ripper X
Day 6 – Kenpo X
Day 7 – Rest or X Stretch
Do your best, forget the rest.
Last night was Shoulders and Arms along with Ab Ripper X. The Shoulders and Arms dvd wasn't too incredibly bad, as it gave my aching gams a reprieve, but Ab Ripper X owned me. 15 minutes of ridiculous, embarassing ownage. (Or pwn, in webernet lingo.)
That's ok. I can give up an hour a day. An hour a day isn't too much for me to sacrifice for my health, which is probably in the shitter.
Here's a little story that keeps me motivated. Last year, my Aunt died. She was an AMAZING woman. She was funny, and loud, and had this laugh that was exclusively hers. I'm talking, southern-purple-hatted-lady laugh. When she and my mom got together, it was infectious, and my mom's laugh sort of started to take on qualities of my Aunt's.
Anyway, my aunt was morbidly obese. Her husband (who died from meningitis when I was in the 9th grade) was also morbidly obese. Their daughter, who was 5 years younger than me, picked up their genes. Although they lived far away for most of my life, most of my younger years are filled with memories of them; they were all such amazing people. My aunt eventually moved closer to home, as her obesity-related diabetes had affected her life to the point that she started having to have toes cut off. So she moved home to be closer to family.
One day, after she'd already had her entire foot surgically removed, she had a seizure at home. They called me to the hospital to see her one last time before she passed away. What I saw in her hospital room is now what keeps me going. My aunt, in the hospital bed, was in a coma. Her 19 year old daughter was stroking her head saying, "I love you mama. I love you mama. It's ok, I'm here, I love you." Just typing this now takes me back to that time and place; typing it is living that sadness over again.
She passed away not long after. It was hard on everyone, especially my mom. The reason that tragic situation is a motivator for me, is that it was all weight-related. I don't want Emma, my 3 year old, to have to say good-bye to me 17 years from now as I lay in a hospital bed all because of something I possibly could've prevented. I'm not blaming my Aunt for what happened, not by any means. I don't know her medical OR family history - but I know mine. And I know that that future is one I can prevent for myself and my awesome, wacky kid.
Tonight: Yoga X
Also, I switched from the p90x Lean program to the p90x Classic and last night I got the Body Fortress protein shake for post-workout muscle recovery. Tastes like vanilla ass, but sacrifices gotta' be made.
New schedule:
Weeks 1-3:
Day 1 – Chest & Back, Ab Ripper X
Day 2 – Plyometrics
Day 3 – Shoulders & Arms, Ab Ripper X
Day 4 – Yoga X
Day 5 – Legs & Back, Ab Ripper X
Day 6 – Kenpo X
Day 7 – Rest or X Stretch
Do your best, forget the rest.
Monday, January 4, 2010
1/04/2010
And so it begins... I'm not making this journey out of fatassedness a 2010 Resolution. I've never come through on resolutions, and this is too important to make it a symbolic gesture instead of a real venture.
I'm not going to blather on about doing a blog for accountability. More than likely I'll be the only one reading it, but that's just what I need. I need to see that I've stuck to it. My father.... MY FATHER laughed at me today when I said I was about to start p90x. I can't blame him, really. I've always been the type of person who hears something new and amazing and wants to climb on board. Not so much because of gullibility, but because of hope and dreams and all that other stuff that doesn't count in the real world. I can't hope to lose weight with p90x. I have to WILL it to happen.
I will not quit.
I will not fail.
I will not give up.
Weeks 1-3:
Day 1 – Core Synergistics
Day 2 – Cardio X
Day 3 – Shoulders and Arms, Ab Ripper X
Day 4 - Yoga X
Day 5 – Legs and Back, Ab Ripper X
Day 6 – Kenpo X
Day 7 – Rest or X Stretch
I'm not going to blather on about doing a blog for accountability. More than likely I'll be the only one reading it, but that's just what I need. I need to see that I've stuck to it. My father.... MY FATHER laughed at me today when I said I was about to start p90x. I can't blame him, really. I've always been the type of person who hears something new and amazing and wants to climb on board. Not so much because of gullibility, but because of hope and dreams and all that other stuff that doesn't count in the real world. I can't hope to lose weight with p90x. I have to WILL it to happen.
I will not quit.
I will not fail.
I will not give up.
Weeks 1-3:
Day 1 – Core Synergistics
Day 2 – Cardio X
Day 3 – Shoulders and Arms, Ab Ripper X
Day 4 - Yoga X
Day 5 – Legs and Back, Ab Ripper X
Day 6 – Kenpo X
Day 7 – Rest or X Stretch
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