So here I am beginning week four in my Couch to 5k training and it hit me as I was out running on Saturday. I'm impatient. OK, I already knew that. I can be like a cat on meth when it comes to having patience. I really don't want to go many more months of fitting into larger sizes or making due with the few bigger clothes that I have. I want to be in my old size NOW. Spare me the, "You just had a baby!" cries. It's de-motivating. Back in 2007, after I birthed the Tiny Dicatator, I went on a month long journey of working out. For 30 days/4 weeks I would work out every day. It seems insane and I actually made it five weeks and eliminated sugar and alcohol during that time, but it worked. I'm not that nutty this time around. At the … [Read more...]
Back on the Couch
That title can be viewed two ways. Literally.I went back to see my psychiatrist yesterday for the first time since mid-2009. Apparently once you have had postpartum depression two times you are "red-flagged" in the system and a social worker visits you while you are still in the hospital nursing and wearing mesh undies. That and they give you back your meds about thirty minutes after you push that new baby out. It is a month after The Fifth Element's arrival and I need a new script so it was back on the psych's couch for me. Aside from being tired I feel pretty good.I'm also back on the Couch to 5k program. I went for my first run on Sunday and it was glorious. I felt stiff, a bit wobbly and tense at first, but it was fantastic to be out in the … [Read more...]
Does the Media Pressure You to be Hot?
Yesterday I slathered on sunless tanner (ahem, review purposes). I even dressed up a bit. OK, so I basically picked out a button-down shirt and ironed it, but I totally did my hair and make-up and wore cute shoes. Even accessories. For just me. It's like I'm back despite my three inch roots. I'm trying to hold on to who I was before I got pregnant this third time, because I swear this third pregnancy really wants to see me in sweats, worn out yoga pants and a ratty t-shirt on a daily basis. It really likes it when I use Pssst on my hair versus real, lathering shampoo. In fact, all week I've been making the extra effort so that my outsides don't reflect how tired and bedraggled I feel on the inside. When I read the Sacramento Bee's article, … [Read more...]
Overheards- I’m Huge
Yesterday, I took the girls out for some play time with friends at an indoor play area. While there a young woman struck up a conversation with my friend and me. When she found out I was having my third she looked at me and said, "Wow! You are showing already! You are going to be HUGE!" I smiled through my teeth and laughed it off thinking, "Sweetie, I'm still smaller than you. And ten years older."Cut to this morning when H said to me, "You're my hot wife." I smirked and jokingly asked, "Even though I'm already SO HUGE?" He replied, "You're not that huge."Excuse me, what?He then said, "Wait. No, wait! What?! I didn't. I'm so confused. It's still dark out, it's too early. Don't get mad at me already...."Well, if I'm huge now then wait … [Read more...]
2010- No More Excuses
I never watch 'The Biggest Loser'. OK, maybe sometimes I catch a weigh in or two, but I don't know the players, their stories or their fight to lose the weight while at the ranch. Since there was absolutely nothing else on TV last night and I felt ridiculously tired, I lay there like a sacraficial lamb and allowed the show's newest season to unfold before my eyes.And I cried. I gasped. My hand flew to my mouth as I watched these people struggle and I laughed as they endured the wrath of Jillian, who climbs atop treadmills to yell in your face like a tiny, wronged monkey. At least she didn't tell them to gargle their hearts. Yet. It was then that I realized I was at the closing of my fifth day of self-imposed 'no sugar/no alcohol' … [Read more...]
Drive-thru Schmive-thru
So, I was sitting on the couch the other night watching VH-1's 'Behind the Music' story on 50 Cent, (Yes, really, I have the tweets to prove it) and I saw the Drive-thru Diet commercial from Taco Bell. See the story here.Ummm..what?! Oh, right! All the items on the 'Fresco' menu are under 9 grams of fat. Makes total sense now. Whatever. I get so burned up seeing this type of advertising ploy. Do people really think this kind of thing works? I don't want to hear one peep about that Jared guy either. I got a whole bag of "Shhhh" sitting right over here if you are going to drag that tired example out. You can't just order a bunch of soft tacos without sour cream and think you are going to be in a two-piece in no time. The only … [Read more...]
This ain’t no Billy Blanks Kickboxing
Five minutes of jumping rope.100 push-ups.150 squats.200 sit-ups.That's how kick-boxing class started. That was just the warm up. After that? There was still another forty minutes left of class. Oh, and an ab routine. Did I mention the murder on my post-two-baby abs? I felt like such a wussy weakling. My tailbone is so sore today. It hasn't been this sore since I fell on the ice at age eight and chipped it. Oddly enough, that is where I am sore the most. I feel like I need a little pad attached to my butt or one of those inflatable donuts to sit on. Before the class I felt like a scared little bunny. After the class I felt taller and like I could really kick some box! Like a cardboard box post-Christmas that's been … [Read more...]
Kick Some Box
Despite the fact that I'm under the weather (sigh, again.) I'm going to try kick boxing tonight. My attempt at boxing last week was sweat-inducing, red-faced fun, boredom and exhileration all roled into one hour. While it is definitely an incredible workout I really was loathe to having a basketball being bounced off my stomach. Yes, you heard me. It came out of nowhere and immediately pissed me off. If the instructor wanted to get more fire out of me he got a big ol' FAIL. I don't play that way. I felt all at once invaded and angry. I didn't want to try harder I simply wanted to yell at him, "WTF! WTF is WRONG with you?! Are you MAD?! I had a baby just a few... oh, wait, it was a year ago...STILL. You don't just bounce … [Read more...]
Paging Billy Blanks
Remember Tae-Bo? Billy Blanks sweaty, bald head bobbing and weaving as he "punched it out" via my VCR. Oh! Remember VCR's?I digress. I faithfully did Tae-Bo back when I was in college in hopes that I would build up some arm muscles. I no longer remember if I obtained those results. I think I only achieved those through Power Yoga a few years later. I should probably break out those old tapes and find myself a VCR so I can try to brush up on "my moves" because today I will be taking my first boxing class. I recently won a free month at my local boxing gym and while I am a bit scared, it might be good for me. I can get out some of that holiday stress, work off that giant candy bar I ate yesterday and pretend that the punching bag is H's "holiday beard". Grrr... I hate that thing. It is as if … [Read more...]
I’m Like Forrest Gump Just Without the Scraggly Beard
Saturday morning I ran seven miles. I've never run that far before, 6.2 being my longest run until then. I did better than I thought, only stopping to walk for a minute when I hit 6.5 miles. I just couldn't get over how tired my legs felt or how tight my hip flexors were becoming. Back in May when I began training for the 5k I thought 3.5 miles was far. I never thought I would want to run beyond that. I have always liked running, feeling that high and how cleansed my whole being feels after a good run. I just did quick 20-30 minute runs without any concept of my mileage or speed. It was purely for fun and as a form of exercise. Now here I am at seven miles. I didn't think that I could run for so long alone and like it. At about mile 5.5 this song by The Donna's, came on my iPod and it … [Read more...]