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Kid's Birthday Parties


What is it about kid's birthday parties that can completely derail a diet in an hour and a half? Is it possibly the pizza? Or maybe the fried chicken strips? How about the birthday cake? Or quite possibly the abundance of candy and sweets in general? Or maybe, just maybe, it is our general outlook on the situation.

I have attended numerous kid's parties in the last 3 and a half years, and am starting to put together the
obesity epidemic, and why we as adults are so fat, and why our children's waists are expanding as well. We teach them young that a celebration is cause for indulgence. We allow ourselves to let all our "rules" fall by the wayside, because we are "celebrating" something. I skipped my workout last night to bring my daughter to one of these parties. I allowed myself 2 slices of pizza, finished the 2 chicken strips that she left on her plate (because I couldn't bear the waste, not keeping in mind my own waist), and a slice of birthday cake. I stopped just short of indulging in the candy. Why did I do this you ask? Because it was a party, and that's what we expect celebrations are for, indulgence.

I was doing so well this week, keeping on track with my diet and exercise. And I let one night almost ruin what I've accomplished so far. All is not lost though. I took my measurements this morning, and have still managed to lose the quota of 4 inches this week. Though I can almost guess the pizza in my gut has it expanded at least an extra half an inch. Measurements for the week are as follows:

Bust- 53 inches (down an inch)
Waist- 48.5 inches (down half an inch)
Hips- 60 inches (same)
Upper arm- 18 inches (down an inch)
Forearm- 13 inches (same)
Wrist- 7 inches (same)
Upper thigh- 29.5 inches (down an inch and a half)
Lower thigh- 24 inches (same)
Calf- 20.5 inches (down half an inch)
Ankle- 10.5 inches (down half an inch)
Total- 284
Total loss so far: 5 inches

Back in the Saddle


OMG, Liz had me ready to throw up last night. I was trying to keep up with her breathing, one breath for every rep, and I think I hyperventilated. All I know, is I got dizzy, nauseated, and felt like I had no oxygen in my body. I think I can actually take one deep breath to every three of hers.

On the plus side, I am sore today, sgtms (silently giggling to myself), hehe. I know right? Sore is a good thing? Yes. I feel tight right now through the chest, hips and rear, and it feels GREAT. Like I actually accomplished something last night. Gotta remember to drink a lot of water today and stretch when I can.

As for tonight, I am aiming for an hour on the elliptical. I've only been able to push it to 45 minutes so far. So an hour is the goal tonight.

I actually figured out how to resize the image to get it posted, so here is my starting point. Couldn't really find a "good angle" so here it is.

My Starting Point

Measurements as Promised


Ugh, is it the First of February ALREADY?!?!

Ok, so it has been an ugly past few weeks, between weather, illnesses, a slight bout with depression, and an overall sense of BLAH for me.

I have gotten up the energy to work out 5 times over the past 3 weeks. Ew. That's all I can really say about that. However, I just read a really inspirational book that I will be sharing with anyone who comes down to the Community Weight Loss Challenge planning meeting tonight.

Yes, you read that right, I am coordinating a community wide weight loss challenge, of which I cannot officially participate in, but I will be an unofficial participant, as well as a cheerleader for the other participants.

And after the meeting I fully intend to head straight to the rec center for a GRUELING hour and a half. I have 5 1/2 months left until I want to head to Vegas, and a whole lot of ugly to lose before then.

So, now for the UGLY TRUTH... measurements.

Bust- 54 inches
Waist- 49 inches
Hips- 60 inches
Upper arm- 19 inches (give or take, it's quite jiggly)
Forearm- 13 inches                                                
Wrist- 7 inches
Upper thigh- 31 inches
Lower thigh- 24 inches
Calf- 21 inches
Ankle- 11 inches
Total- 289 inches

My Goals:
Bust-  38 inches
Waist- 24 inches
Hips- 40 inches
Upper arm- 12 inches
Forearm- 9 inches
Wrist- 6 inches
Upper thigh- 20 inches
Lower thigh- 17 inches
Calf- 15 inches
Ankle- 9 inches
Total- 190 inches

So It is my over all goal to lose 99 inches. I am not shooting for pounds anymore, because I am not really sure how many pounds that would be. Nor am I shooting for a specific size, but what seems like a good goal.

I have approximately 24 weeks to do this in, which averages out to about 4 inches a week.

And I am still having issues uploading a photo, so I will try again tomorrow, as well as fill you in on the details of my torture session tonight.

Do, or do not, there is no try


So, here we are in a new year. I have worked out 5 times over the last 2 weeks, and am into day 3 without a cigarette. I am dying. Yes, I want a cigarette enough to strangle someone right now, which is why I have locked myself in my office out of the public for the moment. I am doing deep breathing exercises right now, and IT IS NOT WORKING!!!

But I need to keep at it if I am going to be able to make progress in the gym. It is not as though I can't breathe when I'm working out, actually, that hasn't been a problem. However, I have been getting chest pains, which at 28 years old is not a good thing, of this I am sure.
And the periodic, clear my chest coughing, as well as the whole feet going numb thing while on the exercise machines, which I have been told may be due to a lack of circulation, which could be related to the smoking, or it may be related to the excess 160 lbs. on my body. Either way, giving up smoking is supposed to be a good thing, though I feel at this point that it is the one thing that has been keeping me sane.

I have been doing okay with the exercise classes, and have even noticed a slight difference in the way my pants fit. I weighed myself the other day. Not a good idea. Though I can feel my jeans fitting looser, I gained 4 lbs. NOT a good way to start the new year. So I am avoiding the scale until the first of February. If I can. It calls to me... 

Anyhow, there has been a few additions to the classes, so it doesn't seem to be so grueling with more people. And Alena has been coming to work out with me on those days when there is no class. Which is a good thing, because it motivates me not to give up 15 minutes into it. Wouldn't want to look like a quitter. 

So, here's to a Happy and Productive New Year, where I will not "try" to do anything, but will actually give my all.

Getting back into a groove


Finally got my new gym shoes in the mail yesterday, so I decided to try them out last night. Went in half an hour before Liz's class so I could get a bit of a warm up in first. Considering it's been 7 months since I last worked out, I didn't do too awfully bad.

My feet went numb after 15 minutes on the elliptical, but I'm going to brush that one off as a new shoes issue. Haven't quite gotten them broken in. So Liz started us out for 6 minutes on the elliptical, then it was off to weight training (squats, lunges, chest presses, bicep curls, etc), back to the elliptical, a bit more weight training, then 5 minutes on the bike. My back is killing me right now. Got this baseball sized knot right between my ribs under my left shoulder blade. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration, but it feels that big.

So I weighed myself this morning, and was definitely not happy with the numbers on the scale. I'm back where I was when I was 8 months pregnant with Lani. 296. That's not an exaggeration.

So this is where my journey begins, again, on the way into 2011. I will try to get some full body pics posted when I get a chance, so I have a record of the changes I make over the year.

Starting Anew


So it's been almost 7 months since my last post. Between summertime, moving, starting a new job, and holidays I have been a very busy bee, a big round bumble bee, and hitting the gym has fallen by the wayside. My waistline is evidence of that fact.

So I am starting over again. I am making a pre- New Year's Resolution to get back into the gym, ESPECIALLY after witnessing photos of myself from this weekend up on CB's blog. 

Thankfully, Liz just started up a new Beginner's Workout at the rec center. So I will be joining her Tuesday and Thursday nights. And with a new cardio room, I have more of an incentive to try it out :) I also have plans to  go to Vegas and Cali, hopefully in July, so I REALLY need to get my rear in gear, because I do NOT want to be wearing pants when I go down there.

I also just started taking Vitamin D supplements, because the lack of sunshine is really draining my energy, so I really don't even WANT to do anything when I get off work save go home and watch a movie. So, hopefully those will help a bit.

Gotta take my measurements so I know exactly where my starting point is. Will post those later.

Another week


Another week in paradise. Totally flaked out on working out last week. I know I'm gonna get my butt kicked in cardio sculpt tonight. Gotta see if my girl J is up to going with me tonight. Got two teeth pulled on Saturday. Not fun. Not fun AT ALL. Was pretty much doped up all weekend, and my face is still swollen. Been eating "clean" though, trying to eat only raw, unprocessed foods. Actually tastes better. Go figure. Energy levels are low so gotta see about improving them this week.

I Know... It's about time!


It's been about 2 months since my last post, and I know you are all DYING to know what's going on, right?

Well, anyhow, I just got back to working out. Someone actually STOLE my gym shoes. Yeah. I accidentally left them at the rec center, they got turned in to Lost and Found, and apparently someone else picked them up. So I actually had to wait til I could afford to order new gym shoes.


So here I am, 2 months later, back in my fat pants! Been lazy and unmotivated, but I'm over it, and chomping at the bit for a good workout, which Liz was all too happy to provide in the form of TORTURE Wednesday evening. My legs are still feeling the squats and lunges. I hate Lunges more than I hate stairs. Would probably help if I had better balance but for now I'll just have to make due.


Starting the weekend, gonna see if I can get someone to watch Leilani so I can actually get at least one workout in this weekend. Went for a leisurely stroll last night out in Summer's Bay, but its too much trying to ensure my 2 year old doesn't fall in the lake.

Maybe we'll try running the bases at Kelty Field this weekend if its nice out .

Me Time


The thing that really bites about being a single mom with all the responsibility? Not having anyone to say, "Sure I'll take her for a couple hours, honey, just go have some you time."

The Rec Center didn't have daycare last night, for some reason, so I couldn't go work out. I really enjoy that feature of our community center, because it takes away the excuse not to go. I just wish they offered it every day instead of just Monday through Thursday. I seriously need a built- in babysitter.

So now, on top of feeling guilty about not going to the gym, I'm feeling totally lethargic.
Seriously, if I was in better shape, I would've just bundled her up and gone out for a hike through the snow. However, at this point I don't think I would have gotten out of the parking lot without slipping on the ice and breaking a wrist or an ankle or something.

New Mantra


Still sore from cardio sculpt Monday night, which is a good thing, cause I can tell I worked my muscles. Ooh, it hurts so good! Ha ha, that's what my friend Kahanu used to say while he was getting tattooed. Rested last night, though I didn't sleep much. If I don't get blown away with these winds and can get there, will be going to class again tonight. Gotta say, it was quite a workout just getting into my car this morning!

So I was reading the March issue of Fitness magazine last night and on the very last page is an article about a 24- hour mountain biker named Rebecca Rusch. She said something that I really like, and I think I'm gonna borrow it as my new mantra. She said, "Pain is temporary; quitting last forever." It's a good thing to remember, I think, when I feel like nothing is working, and I'm ready to give up.