A week in review

This week has probably been one of the toughest weeks since starting my health kick. I mean...why did I think that it was going to be easy? I took a five week hiatus where I ate anything that didn't eat me first! I also kicked running, or working out in general, to the curb!! Needless to say...those were some fabulous weeks - full of chocolate chip cookies, binging and sitting on my ass!

 

So, when I started the plan again, I found myself starving by 3:00 in the afternoon. Even though I had eaten breakfast, a snack, lunch and possibly another snack. I mean...Seymour was out of control! I couldn't keep up with the feeding schedule...stupid stomach.

 

Fortunately, I stuck with it and ate what I wanted...when I wanted. I mean...I ate TWO, that's right, TWO, giant chocolate fudge bars last night while I was watching The Voice. Then...I ate a pack of pb crackers because I could.

 

Here's the difference - I logged everything that I put into my pie hole.

 

So where did it get me? Here - I lost 2.9 pounds this week and am closer to inching myself back down towards my goal.

 

And there we have it folks...my goal. For the past eight months it has been completely unattainable. I mean...137.8 should be totally doable! Unfortunately, my body doesn't tend to agree.

 

I just can't seem to break out of the 140's. I get to around 141 - 142 pounds and hit a complete brick wall. I cannot, for the life of me, shed those extra 3 - 5 pounds. It's so frustrating!

 

My leader at FF Anonymous (Fat Farm - just in case you didn't know) told me that I will fight tooth and nail to lose those extra pounds and that my body is trying to tell me that I should be happy at the weight.

 

Here's my response: Fuck that. I'm not happy at that weight! I want to reach my goal! Why should I have to settle?

 

So...here's to round two of hopefully being able to reach my goal.

 

I also started back on the exercise kick.

 

Zumba every Wednesday and I'm thinking about throwing some running in there too! I mean...I have to start training at some point - the Turkey Trot is in nine weeks!!!!!!!

 

Here's to a new approach and getting my groove back.

 

Off the wagon

Holy Hell! It's been almost four weeks since I've last written. I'm so not going to lie...I fell off the wagon...big time.

 

To be honest, it wasn't just my blogging wagon. It was more like...my life wagon. lol

 

In January of 2012, I decided that I was going on a major health overhaul. I started Weight Watchers, joined the YMCA, and decided to pick up a Zumba class. Over the course of eight months, I lost almost 30 pounds, ran my first 5k and generally felt better - physically and emotionally.

 

Then...I got sick.

 

It wasn't anything major, but I just didn't feel good for almost three weeks. While I was down and out, I decided that I wasn't exercising, I definitely wasn't blogging and I sure as hell was going to count points! I needed a break!

 

After my three-week hiatus, I hopped back on the bandwagon. Unfortunately, my efforts were thwarted my a stupid procedure that I had to have done while on vacation. That meant...no eating for an entire day...having the procedure done (which also meant not eating for another day)...and then being in an anesthesia fog for another day.

 

All in all...it equated to me not eating for three days and then totally binging on everything that I could get my hands on.

 

It also didn't help that all that Ellie wanted to do on vacation was bake cookies. And really...who am I to deny chocolate chip cookies to the most adorable little girl EVER?! lol

 

 

This is what happens when you let a three year old mix the dry ingredients together and put it in the mixing bowl

 

 

And come on...do you think that you would be able to exert enough willpower to NOT eat those amazingly delicious chocolate chip cookies? Yeah...me neither. My willpower was gone at the first sight of the cookie dough in the mixing bowl.

 

We ended up making roughly five or six dozen cookies. I ate three dozen of those delicious bastards by myself.

 

So...needless to say...I hopped back on the wagon yesterday in an effort to shed the nine pounds that I have gained over the course of a few weeks.

 

So there you have it. My wagon, my fall, and my attempt to hop back on. God...I feel like I just played a round of Oregon Trail. I hope that I don't end up with Cholera.

 

Oh...and p.s. In case you want to get your hands on the recipe for my Grandma Gert's Chocolate Chip Cookies, check out the recipes link. You'll be glad that you did.

   

Taking a break

 

I can't believe that it's been almost three weeks since I've written. Time sure does fly when you aren't worried about what your next blog post is going to look like.

 

In all honesty...I needed a break.

 

It seemed like I was hit with all sorts of things at once and just couldn't find the time to write about any of it.

 

First...I've completely hit a plateau in my weight loss. Not a happy camper. I have been fighting to lose these last 8 pounds and am seriously struggling. I talked with my leader about my struggles and she suggested that I add more protein to my diet - after all - I am running about 10 miles a week.

 

So...I tried that and ended up gaining four pounds! I'm pretty sure it was at that point when I just gave up and said forget it. I ate two bowls of un-meaured cereal and ate Triscuts out of the box! I know...living on the edge!

 

I also haven't ran in over a week. I don't know if it is the stress of not being able to lose those extra pounds or what...but I'm just not motivated. I know that I would feel better if I got out there and pounded the pavement, but I just can't bring myself to do it at the moment.

 

While all of this is happening, I've been sick this week and Lucas started First Grade! Seriously...where does the time go? It feels like yesterday that I was visiting him in the NICU.

 

So...all in all...it's been a lousy week for my mood. As if this post wasn't a blatant example of my non-chipperness.

 

I am definitely getting back on the wagon, but I might take it slow and end up walking the neighborhood with the babes instead of running a couple of miles at the gym.

 

Here's to a new outlook as we head into the weeks ahead.

     

I'm RAD

No really...I am. Or at least that's what my "not-so-temporary tattoo" has been telling me since Saturday.

So let me back track for just a second.

On Friday, July 20, I picked my girlfriend Lauren up from the Dayton airport. You see, Lauren is one of my sorority sisters and dearest friends. She's also a source of strength for me - in more ways than I could even describe. So it was fitting that she would fly out from Maryland to run my first 5K with me. Our team name: Off Like A Prom Dress. Fitting...right?

I was so excited and nervous about the race on Saturday that I couldn't sleep Friday night. I was up at 4:25 am ready to barf. Thank God that I didn't.

Anyway. We got ready and to the race wearing white, our RAD "not-so-temporary" tattoos and our 1980's ever-so-stylish sunglasses. I mean really, does it get any better than this?

Here are a few "before the race" pics:

This is my first race bib. Pretty sure that I'm going to have to frame it. Or maybe I'll just start collecting them. Hmmmm...............

Pre-run - it's amazing how clean I look

This is our pre-race look. Complete with 1980's sunglasses, RAD tattoos and clean clothes

This was our MC before the race. He was absolutely hysterical and really got the crowd pumped up!

Now...because this was my first race that I was actually running, I didn't really know what to expect. As we start our "wave", I felt like corralled cattle. Fortunately, the energy in our group was fantastic and it made me comfortable as Lauren and I began the journey.

The course was mapped out around the Cincinnati Mills mall. Who knew that the mall encompassed so much space?

Anyway. We were sprayed with liquid fluorescent cornstarch and pelted with the dry stuff by color bombers mapped out along the course. I got sprayed in the face with the green stuff. Um...yuck! It was even more disgusting when I spit green. lol

By the time that we reached the finish line, Lauren and I were a hot mess! And I mean that in a GREAT way!

The excitement at the end was incredible. I achieved a major accomplishment, I did it with one of my adored girlfriends, and Justin was there cheering me on and taking lots of pics. I'm pretty sure that the memories of that moment don't get any better.

So...in case you are wonder what we ended up looking like, here are a few pics after we were color bombed.

This is our after shot - a happy, hot mess!

And just so that you know...we are the Color Bombs

After the race, Lauren and I went to my parent's house to visit and have lunch. Of all of the pics that we have, I'm pretty sure that this is my favorite. Oh...and in case you were wondering, I made Lauren go out to lunch looking like this. Ha, ha. We even took beach towels to sit on at the restaurant.



Another shot of just me

So now that you've checked out all of these awesome pics...don't you want to run The Color Run with Justin and me in October? You too can look like this!

P.S. My armpit and ankles are still blue. Buahahahaha! 

 

Change

...I got a little change in my pocket going jingle, lingle, ling.

Just kidding...I'm not talking about that kind of change!


This week is chock-full of awesome changes! First and foremost, the blog has been completely re-vamped! Doesn't it look amazing? Now...you'll be able to access all of the information that you are looking for in a few easy locations.

Just don't go snooping around too much...the new format was just uploaded yesterday evening and I haven't gotten around to setting everything up yet. lol.

On a completely different topic, another awesome change that is happening this week is the fact that Justin is re-painting a few rooms in our house! Pics will def follow once everything is painted and put back together.

Now...on to the drum roll............................................................... (and no...I'm not going to say that I'm pregnant or anything life altering like that)

I checked in at the FF today and was pleasantly surprised when grumpy gus behind the counter told me that I lost 2.2 pounds this week! In total, I've lost 27.4 pounds - bringing my new weight down to 140.4 pounds.

I can't believe that I carried around that extra weight for so long. I truly feel like my inside matches my outside now. I mean...I've always been hot - in my head. lol.

The day after MILF Monday

What do you call the day AFTER MILF Monday? Yeah...I got nothing.

I'm just going to be honest. I was not in the mood to write yesterday. Actually, yesterday was an incredibly "blah" day.

I did manage to psych myself up around lunch time though and hit the gym. I logged 2.22 mi in 25 minutes yesterday. I'm pretty sure that's a new world record for me...or something.

The race is in 11 days and I am determined to run the whole thing. It won't be pretty, but it will happen. Hell...if I don't pass out in the end, it will be a sheer win in my book!

Anyway. Back to my run.

I managed to run (I use that term loosely) for a full 25 minutes. I'm also not going to lie...I thought that I was dying. I'm pretty sure that I will never fully understand why people are so in love with this sport. It's going to be the death of me!

While it may not be my favorite form of activity (actually...I HATE it!), I have noticed a few things:

• My form is definintely improving
• ...and so is my endurance
• I have crazy cute gear
• I look good in my crazy cute gear
• Move Bitch! totally gets me going
• I have muscles that I never knew exhisted
• I sweat like a man

HOT....right?

Speaking of hot...check this out!

I know...I know. The outfit isn't spectacular and I haven't lost any weight the week. However, yesterday was the first time in God knows how long that I was able to actually wear that shirt! Up until yesterday, it hadn't buttoned in a while and the cap sleeves were really tight. Like...push your arm fat up around your sleeve tight.

This MILF would call that a victory!!

Until next time!

What's on your playlist?

Has this week been a little nutty for you too? Oy! A day off during the middle of the work week is fabulous, but it makes returning to work on Thursday a friggin' nightmare!

Speaking of a day off...the fat farm was closed on Wednesday. Don't worry though, I received 22 emails stating that they were open the rest of the week and that I could check-in at a time convenient my schedule. Um...the day most convenient for my schedule is on Wednesday - my weigh-in day.

Apparently, they don't follow my calendar. Bummer.

Anyway, I checked-in at the farm on Monday. Super glad that I did because I lost 3.2 pounds! Can't imagine how much I would have lost if I would have waited the extra two days to check-in. lol. So my total loss thus far is 26.6 pounds.

Not sure what I did differently this week. Maybe I ate a little healthier, drank more water or got in an extra run. Whatever it was, it totally paid off on the scale.

Speaking of running...Color me Rad is in 16 days. I'm starting to freak out a bit. Actually...my freaking out began two weeks ago when I decided that I had to have a new pair of running shoes for the race. Then I needed to update my playlist. I mean seriously...those two items are incredibly important for a good run.

Unfortunately, both of my important items lead to sheer disaster. While running and listening to my awesome playlist (courtesy of my fabulous husband), I completely bit it on the track at the Y. What's even more embarrassing is the fact that there were about 15 guys playing on the basketball court below me when I went down. Can you believe that not ONE of them asked if I was okay? Assholes. So much for the Y trying to build courteous and caring members of society.

With that being said, I crawled off the track and rested for a bit. Then I got back up and finished my run - on the treadmill this time. My pride was too embarrassed to continue on the track. lol.

And don't worry...I took pics of the whole thing. Here they are:

                                    It all started with a new pair of Nike Free 4.0 running shoes

                                                                          Knee injury

                                                         This is what it looks like today


Needless to say, it still effing hurts and it's been a week since my knee met the track. I also had to get a new playlist. Can't keep running to stuff that makes me fall.

Here's my new list (just in case you need something new to download off iTunes):

Lori Running 2

• Been Caught Stealing - Jane's Addiction
• Big and Chunky - will.i.am
• Bodhisattva Vow - Beastie Boys
• Breathe - Fabulous
• Bulletproof - La Roux
• Eye of the Tiger - Survivor
• Fall to Pieces - Velvet Revolver
• Girls, Girls, Girls - Motley Crue
• Good Feeling - Flo Rida
• Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice
• Jump - Van Halen
• Move Bitch - Ludacris
• Mr. Saxobeat - Alexandra Stan
• Payphone - Maroon 5 ft. Whiz Khalifa
• Breathe - Prodigy
• Firestarter - Prodigy
• Smack My Bitch Up - Prodigy
• Red Alert - Basement Jaxx
• Sabotage - Beastie Boys
• Slither - Velvet Revolver
• That's Not My Name - The Ting Tings
• TiK ToK - Ke$ha
• Where's Your Head At - Basement Jaxx
• Sexy Bitch - David Guetta
• Memories - Kid Cudi
• Imma Be - Black Eyed Peas
• Sugar We're Going Down - Fall Out Boy

So now that you know what's on my playlist to get me motivated, what's on yours? Feel free to share - I'm always looking for a little motivation.

And on that note, I'm outta here!