"Though no one can go back and make a brand new start,
anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending." ~ Anonymous

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Weigh-In ... Feeling Much Better

[Friday's] Weight: 176.0
Loss/Gain:  - 3.0 lbs.

Can I just say that I have been feeling so much better lately?  Not only physically, but I think mentally and emotionally I've felt better eating more balance and smaller portions.  I've notice, for me anyway, when I am eating too much and feeling out of control I don't feel well physically and emotionally.  So, it feels good to be doing well again and seeing some results on the scale. 

Honestly, I even had some "cheats" to the 21-Day Fix plan, so I was a bit surprised to see the scale down so much.  However, those cheats were still in moderation, just more bread and less veggies, so I know my portions were fine.  That's probably why I didn't gain.  

Anyway, I've felt more like my new normal this past week than I have in a long time.  

My week ahead is going to be pretty busy.  We are getting ready to pack up our house for a major move in a couple weeks.  The kids are out of school now, so that will lesson some stress.  I enjoy my days with them doing what they do at school and me being at home, but I also like summertime with no schedules to have to adhere to.  

So, I'm back and doing well.  Thanks for checking in and I hope you're all enjoying a nice weekend!

Friday, June 5, 2015

Weigh-In ... Feeling Good

Today's Weight:  179.0
Loss/Gain:  - 3.5 lbs. 

Well, things are going well and I've managed to lose almost all of that big gain last week.  This makes me wonder if the gain was truly that high or not. 

No matter what the scale says I feel so much better this week than I have in a long time.  Yay! 

Here's a glimpse of my healthier week...


When I saw this I had to repost it on my Instagram.


I'm doing weight interval workouts now...so weak in the upper body, but I have to start somewhere and I'm okay with that.  :) 


While doing core work I was reminded... cool, new workout capris make exercise easier.  :)




New favorite afternoon snack, or light lunch.

It's been a good week!  

Now, I confess I did join my kids in enjoying a donut for National Donut Day today.  I savored every bite and am doing good so far with not going and eating every sweet thing in the house.  Tonight is dinner out with my hubby and will be my "cheat meal" for the week.  I'm looking forward to it.  

Thanks for checking in.  Have a good weekend!

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

The Eating is Going Well

Five days into the 21-day fix and I'm actually doing it!  I, "never-sticks-to-a-strict-diet-plan", Leah am sticking to the plan.  :)  Today the thought came to me, "I'd actually show people what I'm eating lately, because it look so healthy."  

I'm not into food shaming, but I've always stayed away from showing what I eat because I've known it's not the healthiest choices.  I figured the scale shows what's really going on, even if I try and hide it, so why put myself out there to be criticized for what I'm putting in my mouth.  

I'm also a firm believer in "all things in moderation" for life.  I mean, I did manage to lose weight eating things I liked, but in smaller portions.  The problem in the past year is some of those things began to get eaten out of control and weight came back on.  

Right now I'm being a little stricter and eating pretty healthy and it actually feels good. (Go ahead and chuckle...I know "Imagine that!" lol )

I peeked at the scale and it seems to be working. No dramatic loss, just down and not up.  This is good.  

Today my son saw me measuring my almonds for a snack and asks, "How many do you get?" as I was sneaking two extra out of the canister before putting it back in the pantry.  I told him I was having two extra, but I am allowed 12 for a serving.  

I turn around to see him chewing.  "Did you eat two of my almonds?!?" I asked. 

He grins and said he did, "...I'm just helping you stick with it, Mom!", he says in his defense.  

A slugged him in his arm and thanked him for his help.  

So, it's going well.  I'm still learning how to spread my food over the day so I'm not starving.  So far I've been eating three meals and an afternoon snack, sometimes I have a second snack of fruit in the evening for "dessert".  

I am glad I decided to do this and I look forward to continuing on with my healthier choices and more trying-to-lose-weight portions.  It's weird to not feel stuffed after a meal, but it's really nice not to feel stuffed at the end of the day too.  Yay!

Friday, May 29, 2015

Weigh-In ... The "How" a.k.a. Time To Fix What's Broken

Today's Weight:  182.5
Loss/Gain:  +4.0 lbs

Um...what?!?!  I'm guessing that's partly not eating well and partly the large meal I had last night.  I was very surprised with what I saw on the scale, and quite honestly decided "Whatever." after I got off.  

I've been back exercising this week, but the food hasn't been that great.  The good thing about this weight is it gives me a strong starting point for my diet. 

Yes, I'm going to call it what it is. 

After a month or so of thinking about it I've decided to join up with a diet plan to help me get back to better food choices and get these 20 pounds off.  I know it definitely seems like a fad, and maybe it is, but after reading a lot about it, and then finding out three of my friends have been following it for almost two months, I decided to give it a try.

Beginning today I've started the 21-Day Fix.  This plan can be repeated, as many times as needed, but you do it in rounds consisting of 21 days at a time.  

My official 21-Day Fix "Before" Shot.
I know compared to 5 years ago I look fine,
but this is about feeling better...and getting
control over the rolls.  :)
I know.  I know.  It's so fad'ish.  But bear with me. 

  • I have 21 days that I can commit for sure to something stricter to get me back on track.  The main sacrifice will be no added sugars (SWEETS as a treat RARELY), but I know I can do this for 21 days. 
  • The food is all store bought -- healthy meats, fruits, veggies, healthy fats, carbohydrates.  There are lists of food to pick from that are on the healthier end of things.  Plenty of choices and a very balanced plan daily.
  • The exercise is 30-minutes a day using the DVDs included in the deal.  They are workouts consisting of a mix of strength and cardio. 
  • There are these handy dandy containers to measure each type of food in, and then you check off how many you've eaten per day, staying within what you should have to fit your calorie budget.  No counting calories, just servings. 
So, it's been years since I've followed any kind of "diet", but I'm giving myself over to one for now.  It will take guesswork out for me and get my tastebuds and mind back to smaller portions and healthier choices.  

I'll continue posting my weight here weekly and I'm sure I'll be blabbing a lot about it over the next few weeks.  Wish me luck (or don't...it's okay...I'm doing this for me and not you. [grin])  and here's to getting back on track! 

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Finding [or Remembering] Your "Why"

I read recently a lady encouraging people to find their "Why" with regards to weight loss and trying to live a healthier lifestyle.  It made me think about why I care so much to lose these extra pounds I've gained and live a healthier life.  

I'd be lying to say I don't care about buying smaller clothes or looking "nicer", but that's not my true reason. 

When I looked over old photographs the other day from two years ago (me about 20 pounds lighter) all I could think was how strong and healthy I felt.  I didn't feel "fat" and ladened down with extra weight.  

My better food options, the ability to be satisfied with smaller portions and regular exercise left me feeling healthy and strong, both physically and mentally. 

So, that's my "why"  

To feel healthy and strong again.  

Soon to come ... "how".  Kidding... kind of.  :)


Note:  Yes, running a half marathon recently made me feel strong, but outside of my runs I've only felt heavy and yucky and that's not cool. True story.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Weigh-In ... Yep, Doing It Again

Today's Weight:  178.5
Loss/Gain: -1.0 lb

So, last week I had decided I was going to get back to my weekly weigh-in Fridays.  I meant to post my weight and do a quick post about it, but got busy and forgot before my race.  

This week I was not having the best eating, made the decision not to exercise at all this week and let my body recuperate (I need to post about that another time...I was e.x.h.a.u.s.t.e.d. earlier this week.  I can tell extra rest has helped. ) 

Between no exercise and not "dieting" as well as  know how I honestly thought the scale would be up, but I made myself weigh this morning anyway.  I decided this would be the "beginning" weight for me.

Well, lo and behold I am actually down one pound from last Friday!  Woo Hoo!  I would've been content with a maintain, so I confess a loss put a nice smile on my face.  

And...

Now you have it.  I need to work more seriously at getting these twenty pounds off and I feel like getting back to the accountability of weekly weigh-ins will help.  

Thanks for checking in and here's to seeing the scale continue going in the right direction and to never giving up.  

Have a good weekend!

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Wounded Warrior 13.1 Race Recap

Project Life app collage - Quick Race Preview
Short Story:
With the great support and help of the Another Mother Runner Nuun No Limits Half Marathon Challenge I trained for my second half marathon this spring.  It wasn't always easy.  Due to some personal stress I almost quit the training and gave up on the race a few times, but I decided that is what pushing past limits is all about.  This time quitting was not an option.

And I'm so glad I didn't quit.  This race had me super nervous the night before, but come race morning I was excited.  It was a beautiful day to race and I met my goals for the race.  I finished strong, only walking through the three aid stations, I wasn't last and I made the time I expected I would finish at.  It was a great day to race and finishing it meant so much more than running 13.1 miles -- it meant pushing through stress and finishing something I started no matter what was going on around me.

Packet Pickup the evening before race day.
Long Story:

As I wrote earlier I was a nervous wreck the night before my race.  I had finally come to a point where I felt I could enjoy my race ahead and own the fact that I had pushed through some very tough stress to get to the starting line, but none of that mattered much the night before.  It was almost comical how nervous I was.

I had a baby shower to attend and I kept telling two "healthy" friends how my biggest fears about this race were (A) I was going to be last and (B) I wasn't going to pass people like I usually do because I was so slow this time.  It was awful!!

When I got home I got everything ready and then couldn't sleep.  Very normal, but my first half I think I was so excited to be doing it and I had a friend visiting to run with me that I didn't mind not being able to sleep.  This time I just laid there and when my husband came to bed at about 11:00 pm I whispered, "I can't sleep."  He encouraged me to get some rest, because I had to get up at 5:30.

Apparently I went to sleep because then my alarm went off, I dressed and went downstairs to get my coffee down me early enough for it to pass and help me go pee before the race start.

The race start that I had sworn was 8:00 am, but seen in my email the night before was "7:00 am ceremony and race begin directly after the ceremony..", so now I needed to pee by about 6:45 at the latest.

Insert "You know you're a runner when...."  lol

I was pleasantly surprised after eating my protein bar and sipping my coffee when I had to go #2.  Again "you're know you're a runner when...".  But hey, when you're running 13.1 miles and you know there are no porta potties on the course you don't want to have to hold #2 for any length of time.  So, I was grateful my system was going be recently emptied prior to the race.  (Been there done that holding thing..not fun.)

My family was gracious enough to all get up on time and support me for this race.  My husband was deployed for my first half marathon, so it meant a lot he come this time.  (In fact, I think if they don't support me from now on out I'd be okay...but don't put that in stone just yet.)  I didn't make my son come to the first half either, but this time I asked my family for Mother's Day if they would make signs and show up at least once along the course to cheer me on.

They were kind enough to comply and we went off to the race, one daughter assuming photographer duties while the other ran the 10K run of this race.


This race was the 10th Annual Run for the Warriors race and it's run about five minutes from my house.  We were there in plenty of time for me to pee 'at the last minute', but the line was horrible for the porta potties.  The lady in front of me began chatting with me and we suddenly realized only 3 of the maybe 8 potties were opened.  Oh geez.

This year they were announcing for everyone to be in their race corral prior to the ceremony that starts off the event, so we were getting nervous as they were counting down the time to the ceremony.  The lady said, "Worse thing is we walk into our corral during the national anthem."  Thankfully, that didn't happen and just in time I was able to empty my bladder and get to my corral before the ceremony.

United States Marines
I'm not usually there for the ceremony because it's usually earlier than the race time, but after seeing the email I knew I had better be there on time.   It was very touching.  A kindergarten class came and handed out little flags to the wounded warriors who were racing while a patriotic song played and I got all teary eyed waiting in the half marathon corral.  There was an veteran of WWII there as well.  Hope for the Warriors is a cause I love to support each year with this run and since this will be my last one in this area I was glad I made the ceremony.

Well, then the ceremony finished and we hear, "Well, there's 30 minutes until race time, so feel free to walk around...use the bathroom, etc."

WHAT?!?!?!  The weather was beautiful, but beginning to warm and they had made us all get in our corrals before the ceremony.  Um...why???  Who knows.  Needless to say that change to the race this year did not earn them points with many runners, but oh well.

I was ready, so I stood chatting with my potty-line friend about running -- she is a marathoner and was one week out from surgery and hoping not to split a stitch today.  oh my.

Just chatting while waiting for race to start.
I also got in touch with some friends that were running the half marathon, my daughter running the 10K and another friend running the 5K.  We encouraged each other, complained about the late start and I asked my daughter how her knee was feeling.  She ended up walking/running the race due to some bad knee pain and I was proud of her for even trying to get it done, but I knew she was really vexed.

Finally, race time came and off we went.  My family was waiting for me a few hundred feet down the road and my first smile came.  About half a mile in my daughter caught up to me (each distance race went out in waves and we ran with the 10k'ers for a bit of time before breaking away).  We wished each other a good race and off she went.

Right about that point I had already passed a lady or two and knew I wouldn't be the last one in.  For me that was a big deal, although I had resigned myself to being last if that meant someone else didn't have to be and it would make them happy.  However, knowing I would not be absolute last made me smile.

I'm used to seeing the crowd surge ahead, so that didn't bother me too much.  I kept tabs on my Garmin to see where my speed was and I knew I was right where I needed to be to finish strong.  

Suddenly three miles was done.  It was a beautiful day out.  The first half of this race was done in a  neighborhood full of trees.  There was also a nice breeze blowing, so between that and shade it was glorious!

I giggled when I passed a group of people walking the 5K race and a gentleman says to me, "Your'e almost done!"  "No..I've still got 10 miles to go!", I cheerfully replied and he still told me good job.

By miles 5-6 I started catching up to a couple more people and I ran with a lady who was running her first half marathon.  We chatted for about half a mile, sharing how we were late-in-life runners and never dreamed at 20 years old we'd be running half marathons at 39 and 42 years old.  I told her to feel free to leave me if she needed to speed up, but she ended up stopping for a walk break and I left her behind.
Looks like I'm walking, but I promise that's a jog.  a 12:45 minute mile jog, but a jog none the less. 
Let me pause to share that I take great pride in running the full distance of a race I sign up for.  I know Jeff Galloway promotes the run/walk method for better health during endurance races and I don't hold it against anyone if that's the way they choose to race.  I'm all for taking care of your body when you complete any kind of athletic event.  But for me, when I say I've ran a _____ I want to know I actually ran the entire thing.  If it means I'm slower then I don't mind, because I know I ran the full thing.

This means I have to train and find the pace I know I can maintain for the duration of a race, and it means starting slower and finishing a tad faster.  That's called a negative split and it always works well for me.  It also means I usually start passing people about half way through a race who started out way too fast and can no longer maintain the speed they began with.

I seriously thought I was going to be so slow that I wouldn't pass anybody, so when I began passing people my confidence when through the roof and my smile got bigger.  I don't mean this in a prideful way, but it just makes me so happy that I race well and don't hit a point where I can't continue.

So, when I passed the three ladies walking at about mile 6-5 and one of them said to me, "Getting inspired to pick it up half way, huh?" I smiled and held back the reply I wanted to share..."No, I haven't stopped running yet."  They never did pass me again and I took joy in that thought.  Though I do understand it could be that one was running with an injury or something, so I don't want to sound rude.  Please understand that.

A good friend of mine was cheering people on at about 8.5 miles and she hung around until I passed by before leaving.  She ran a small turnaround with me and was so sweet.

Clouds had begun to roll in by then and I verbalized, "Thank you, Lord, for the clouds!!" I told her I was so grateful for the cloud cover and she agreed it was a blessing, because it was still a warmer day than it had been in a while.

Mile 9 brought me to the main road next to the high school where the start/finish was.  I could hear music and that's when I started thinking, "I'm really running my second half marathon!!"  My family had popped up a couple times with signs to cheer me on and they were there on the edge of the field encouraging me once again.

Best family ever!

As I ran on the main road and left the comfort of a neighborhood I was familiar with I began to feel strong.  I was running a long distance.  I may be slow, but I had begun passing people who looked fit and much more in shape than I.  I was going to make it.

Oh, and soon after I realized there was a hill.  Not a large hill, but after nine miles of running and in a city that has hardly any hills, I had hit a small hill and it felt larger than it was.

Just prior to that hill was an aid station with some great cheerleaders and they made it easy to take on the "hill".  :)

After what seemed like forever we turned off the main road back into a neighborhood that would eventually be a turn back towards the finish line.  I hit mile 10 and started feeling tired; nothing like a wall, but well... like I'd been running for a long time, which I had been.  [grin]
I'm making it!  You guys are the best to show up!
My family showed up right before the third and last aid station, a total surprise to me and I was so pleased to see they had driven over to be there.  Aww.... I slowed to a walk while I took a swig of gatorade and then got back to running knowing I was getting close to the finish.

Let me stop and say you never realize how long a mile is until you see where you're at, you know the neighborhood, and you feel like you're way too far from the finish to only have 2.5 miles left.  LOL

When I saw the "Mile 11" marker I was like WOO HOO!!!! only two more miles left!!! My Garmin had died just before mile 10, so I had no idea about how much was left.  I knew the neighborhood, so I could guess, but they had some twists and turns and I couldn't remember exactly how the map had looked.

I passed a young man between miles 10-11 and told him he can't let an old lady pass him.  He replied he was having bad hip pain, so I tossed over my shoulder, "There will always be another race, but you don't have another body.  You take care of yourself. "  He nodded a defeated nod...and then passed me after mile 12.  Good for him.  I sure hope he is feeling better today.

Right before mile 12 I caught up with a young woman who ended up running that last mile with me.  By this point we didn't talk much, but she said she couldn't wait to eat.  Apparently she hadn't eaten anything during the run and it sounded like she hadn't eaten breakfast either.  Oh my.

My last mile running partner.  Not much talking by this point.
I had eaten my energy chews every 45 minutes and took swigs of my Nuun in my camelback as needed.  I wanted to reprimand her for not fueling properly, but decided there was no point since we were already done.  I hope she learns and doesn't do that to herself again.  Poor girl.

She wasn't from around here, so it was kind of nice to encourage here that "the next road up there is the road we started on, so we'll turn there and the high school is straight ahead.".  A bicycle cop passed us on that same road and we agreed a bicycle sounded really good right about then.  [grin]

This year the finish line of this race was about 2/3 - 3/4 around the track.  This is my only complaint.  When I got to the football field the last thing I wanted to do was keep running almost a full lap to finish.  Sigh.  The past three years the finish has been just as you entered the track.

But I lived through the almost-there-but-not-quite and finished that little lap strong.  I had hoped to maybe be able to sprint it, but by then my legs had nothing more in them except to finish strong.  I did sprint the last few feet so that I wouldn't cross at the same time as the girl I was running next to.  (That happened at my last half when I caught up to a lady while I sprinted to the finish and my time is still not listed in the race results.  I have a picture to prove my completion and finish, but I'm not listed and it was disheartening.  I didn't want that happening again.)

It was a great finish!!  My husband wanted to hug me as soon as I crossed, but I had to walk for a minute or two.  I asked him to put my Nuun No Limits Finisher medal on me, because he knew what stress I had pushed through to finish this training and race.  My daughter was kind enough to capture it on film.

Getting my No Limits medal that only means so much to me.

Faithful support.

Special sign I saw coming across the finish line.  And my daughter who finished her 10K in pain most of the time.
We did it!!!
My friends who had run the other races had all waited for me to finish mine.  That was touching, especially when I knew they'd waited 30 minutes to an hour.  (Yes, cheerleader's husband finished in 1:39, so it was kind of them to wait a full hour for me to cross.)

We took some pictures and then I finally stretched before heading out to eat with my family.  It's kind of become a tradition to go for breakfast after a race.  I wasn't really that hungry, but I knew I needed to eat.

Then it was off to home, showers and a good nap.  Both my daughter and I enjoyed a  well-deserved restful afternoon and then some kudos when we attended a casual church event that evening sporting our race t-shirts.  :)

In fact, I don't think I quit smiling all day.  I'm so glad I chose to do this race and even more glad I didn't quit.  It was worth every single workout, tear, joy and pain to cross that finish line strong.