Getting ready

Tomorrow is BodPod day....and shopping day. I'm pretty excited about the BodPod because I love that it shows me how many POUNDS of fat there are on my body. Each time it's less and less, which is pretty awesome. It makes all of this madness worth it. 


I'm not too sure what to expect this time. I know it's not going to be as dramatic as the last one though. I'm going to look at it this way though: if it's good I'll be super happy and ready to shop and if it's bad, I'm going to be sad and need some retail therapy. Either way, I still get to shop.


There is one thing I'm specifically going shopping for (a dress to wear to a wedding) but I bet I buy a ton of other clothes too. 

You made excuses for me?

So, I think I'm finally back on track. Finally. I'm trying to get back into the mindset that I had when I first started all of this back in January of 2010. 


I've suffered through a few nights out with friends where I have been the DD and drank water all night. I've gotta tell ya, it's pretty annoying, but I need to stay on track. 


My threshold for annoying drunk people is falling again too. I find myself being very annoyed with most people I come in contact with when we go out. 


On a kind of related note, Zach asked Janelle why I haven't gotten to 100 pounds lost yet. I should be there, really. I should have been there by the beginning of June. It's almost July. Janelle was even making excuses for me. When I heard that, it kind of put things back into perspective. 


I know that March and April were pretty rough months for me due to some family things, but that's in the past and I should have been more than back on track by now. They were some pretty valid excuses, but no one should be making excuses for me. I don't think Janelle meant it to be that way, and I'm glad she told me that she was telling Zach these things, because it really put everything back into perspective. 

I'm being such a baby right now

Thursday nights are the one planned night each week that I know I will go out and be out long enough after I eat dinner to have to eat again. You know, the whole eating every three hours thing that I do? 


Anyway, I know it's not a good choice, but I usually drink my calories for that eating time. I mean, it's not a lot of calories; it's like one Miller Light or  a Beam and diet. 


This week though is going to be messed up and I'm going to have to be on my best behavior. On Friday morning I'm getting a BodPod. I don't want to get all liquored up on Thursday night and have a bad BodPod on Friday, but this is really cramping my style right now. 


I like my Thursday nights. I get to hang out with people that I don't see all the time. Really, I only get to spend time with them during the summer. I get too busy during the school year to hang out with anyone. 


It's just one night. I shouldn't be a baby about it. 


So why am I being a baby? Because I can. I feel like whining about this right now, so I will. 


In reality I will complain and whine even more if I have a bad BodPod or think I've had a bad BodPod. I should really just shut my face about having to behave on Thursday night. It's not really a big deal. It's one night. I will still be out, I'll just be drinking water. I'll just imagine that water tasting like whiskey. Mmmmm....whiskey. 


For those of you that don't know what a BodPod is, you can check it out here.

Totally random

These pictures have nothing to do with anything. They just crack me up. There is a teacher that I work with that uses them to cover the windows on her door. I think she's been using them since the early 90's. 


I finally had to take pictures of them because they are just so unbelievable. They are pictures comparing the importance of reading to the importance of physical activity. Janelle even was worried that doing some of these activities while reading could be dangerous. I couldn't help but agree. 


Anyway, there they are...

Time for an update

So, today was  measurement day. 


I only lost one inch in the last month, but my only complaint is that it didn't turn out to be the best time of month for me to do measurements; if you know what I mean. That now means I've lost a total of 64.5 inches since I started this whole thing. As far as weight, I've now officially lost 90 pounds. I'm happy with all of this. 


Janelle keeps reminding me that I won't keep losing weight as fast as I was when I started. Basically, the less weight you have to lose the longer it takes. Sometimes I have to remind myself of that when I step on the scale. 


Also, I've kinda mentioned this in the past, but I've been straying from the meal plan from time to time. I haven't for the past 2 weeks, and when I have it's not like I went on a bender and consumed like 20,000 calories. I've just been enjoying my summer and having a few extra beers on a few nights. I had an excellent time, I'm glad I did it because now it's out of my system, and now I can get back on track. Trust me, I had fun, but when I hopped on that scale and didn't see what I expected, I knew exactly why. 


I'm not making excuses for myself. I know why I wasn't losing for a few weeks (but I wasn't gaining). I'm still heading in the right direction. 

Today...so far

So, today has already been interesting. 


This morning I was tutoring a little girl in math. We were talking about weight. I would ask her, "Which one weighs more...a _____ or a _____?" At one point, she then said to me, "Who weighs more....me or you?" 


I said back to her, "Oh, well...I just don't think that's a question I want to answer because I think it's obvious." She says back to me, "Oh Sarah, you're always so silly. Of course you weigh more than me. You're older than me...so you have to weigh more, but you weigh less than that old teacher over there," and she pointed to an older teacher who was sitting in another room who does weigh more than me. 


I nearly fell off my chair and I was trying really hard not to laugh. I thought it was funny that she thinks weight is based on age. It was cute. I tried to correct her and I mentioned another older teacher that weighs less than me. It didn't matter to her though. That other teacher had to weigh more than me just because she was older than me. 


This afternoon at the gym I was approached by a lady that we see all the time. She just walked over and said, "You have lost a lot of weight. I remember you from a few years ago. You look like an entirely different person." 


I smiled and told her that I have lost 90 pounds. She smiled right back and said, "I can see your beautiful face now and you have so much definition in your upper body. 90 pounds is amazing. You're so lucky to have a friend to workout with."


I told her thanks and that it was a lot of work. She totally agreed that it is a lot of work. We see her all the time. She works out like crazy too. 


I love it when people notice. I also like it when I'm that gym and people tell me that they notice. I don't like it when people stare at me and never say anything. Then I spend my time wondering if they are just staring to stare or they notice a change....

Hey, wanna go to IKEA?

So, I went with my tall friend to IKEA. Really, her name is Kelly. I could just call her that. Anyway, Kelly said she wanted to get this storage unit for her basement. She said she already looked it up on the website, liked it, and wanted to go pick it up. 


Ok, IKEA is huge. I had really never been there, because I know it's not the kind of shopping that I want to do. At IKEA you have to walk around and practically rummage for the things you want. They say that everything is organized by function or room, but I beg to differ. 


Kelly had never been there either and clearly had no clue what the set up was. I at least have listened to others talk about the place over the years and knew what we were getting ourselves into. 


Poor Kelly didn't write down the model of the storage unit and we had no clue where to find it. So, we decided to just check things out. We followed the little arrows on the floor and we did eventually find it. 


After that we walked through everything else and then walked around the other level that has all the other crap that they sell. Then we had to go all the way back to the other side to get some door knobs and that took forever. 


By that point, I had hit my shopping wall. There was no more. I was done. Kelly was getting panicked because I was hauling ass through the store. I was practically shoving people out of the way because they were just standing in the walkways staring into space.  Kelly started telling me that there was no way I could complain about how fast she walks anymore because I was flying through the store. 


Then we had to go to the self pick up area to find the storage thing she wanted. It was in 2 huge boxes that weighed a million pounds. Kelly was trying to figure out how to get them onto the big cart and I just went at them. 


She kept asking if I need help and I was yelling, "NO, NO, I've got this. We are getting the hell out of this store!"


Kelly informed me that we had only been there for an hour. Then she stared going, "Hey there Hulk-a-Mania...you need any help?" 


"No, no, I don't need help. I need you to shut up and drive this cart though."


Of course we had the cart with the jacked up wheel too, so the cart was veering to the right no matter what we did. 


By the time we had it paid for and out to the car I was about to lose my mind. We were both sweating and it was friggin' ridiculous. I had those damn boxes in the car before Kelly could even get the seats down. I must have looked like a freak and I'm not even joking. 


Kelly said she would buy my lunch for all my troubles. I swear I thought she just wanted to go and grab the storage unit. I had no clue that we would be looking through the whole flippin' store!


Anyway, the moral of this story is that I didn't have to do a second workout today because  of all the walking and heavy lifting! 

More walking...

So, I still have not been in a gym this week. I've been doing a lot of outside cardio this week. Maybe today I'll get to the gym. 


Instead of lifting I've just had a target number of calories to burn. I think most of it has to do with Zach not making workouts. He's getting really busy with football stuff, so I'm afraid this will happen more often....I hate cardio. 


Anyway, yesterday I made my tall friend go walking with me again. She was laughing at how I call her a giant and have to practically run to keep up with her long legs. Actually, she looked at me and said, "I don't know why you call me a giant. I'm only 5'7". Maybe if you weren't abnormally short this wouldn't be a problem." 


She really is a good person to take walking. When we go we like to find stairs to go up and down and different hills. Her long legs get her up the hills faster than mine do and I have to hear her yelling at me to keep my short legs moving. I think she usually yells something like, "Come on Sarah, keep those short legs going. You need to go faster. Move those short legs!"


It's funny that she's so motivational when we go out walking together, because she's usually a bad influence in everything else! You know, if I'm debating whether or not to buy something (because I know I don't need it) she is the friend that is like, "Sure you need it. You know you want it...just buy it." She's also been a bad influence in many other ways too! (Not like a really, really bad influence....but you know, the friend that always wants to have a good time and might talk you into doing random things you really shouldn't do!)


Basically, her and I need to keep walking together. With her long legs and constant yelling about my short legs I can burn almost 600 calories in 50 minutes and that's pretty darn good for a walk!

I read it in a magazine

This is really for Zach, because he told me that when he hears people say that he stops listening, or he says, "Are you trying to make my head explode?" 


Anyway, I gave it some thought for the rest of the day about that statement, "I read it in a magazine." People say that all the time. They always see the latest health craze in a magazine. People are all over that crap too. They will really believe anything that is in print. 


But....in one month that magazine is going to have a new edition and a new health craze listed on the cover. I don't believe what I see in fitness magazines or any magazine really. I don't know why but I just feel like they make things up. 


Then I thought about it from Zach's and Janelle's point of view. They are both personal trainers and Zach is a coach and health/p.e. teacher. They know what they are talking about. It must be really insulting when they are talking to people about health and fitness and whatnot and someone says, "Oh well, I read in a magazine that....blah, blah, blah, blah."


If I were them (and for some reason I'm sure Zach probably does this already) I would look at someone who said that to me and say, "Ok, well the magazine must be right. Why are you wasting your time talking to me? Get  your butt to the gym and do what that magazine tells you to do!"


I know it must be insulting, but I'm going to start saying that to Zach every time I see him. I'm going to start every conversation with, "Hey Zach, I saw in a magazine that....."


I also have decided that I'm going to interview Zach about his views on weight lifting and healthy eating and whatnot. I'm feeling like some people may be offended by some things he says about weigh loss, weight gain, and food, but hey, he's blunt and to the point. He's not going to beat around the bush. Honestly, that's what makes him such a good trainer. 

The things I notice and love

So, there are still a lot of things that I want to improve up and I will improve upon. However, there are a lot of things that I have noticed that I like. I was thinking about this today while I was sitting with my legs crossed, which is one of the things that I love. 


I just figure that I dwell a lot on the things that bother me and the things I still want to change. I figured it was time to pay attention to the things that I do like these days. 


1. Sitting with my legs crossed....you know, like a lady. Not crossed with the ankle of one leg to the knee of another. 
2. Curling up in a chair. I love that I can just pull my knees up to my chest and actually sit comfortably. 
3. I love that people tell me my legs look skinny. I try to act humble and thankful when people notice these things, but I'm really thinking, "Hell yea, my legs are skinny. You should see me busting my ass at the gym." But what I say is, "Thanks, do you really think so? I'm trying so hard," and I give them one of those shy smiles. Ha ha, if they only knew what I was really thinking. Hell, if most people knew what I was really thinking half the time I probably wouldn't get any compliments.....or have any friends. 
4. I love that when I'm putting away my clean laundry or sorting dirty laundry that all the sized say M or L. There are very few XL's left and nothing that is a plus size or from a plus sized store. 
5. I love that when I'm cleaning my closet it is to get rid of things that are just XL. There is nothing left that is truly plus size. It makes me smile my evil grin to know that I'm getting rid of things from the regular store to donate to Goodwill. 
6. I love that my hands are smaller. I love that my fingers are more slim and my rings slide around on my fingers. I also love that the veins on the top of my hands stick out. I love, love, love that. I don't know why, I can't explain it, but I friggin' love it. 

Tiny victory for the day

On Monday's I try to get my butt outside and take a walk at the Reserve, it's like a park area. Anyway, there is a totally crappy weather outlook for today and I was busting my butt to get there before the nasty weather hit. 


So, I walked with my friend today and she is like 5 or 6 inches taller than me and I have to literally take 2 steps to her 1. After like 5 minutes I'm exhausted! She just yells at me the whole time to keep up and keep my short legs moving. I yell back to her that she is abnormally tall and  she needs to slow her freak ass down. (We really are best friends, I promise) Really, she's of normal height; I'm just short.


So, that was one tiny victory for the day; keeping up with Kelly in our walk. 


The other tiny victory was the weather. It is so flippin' humid out today. It was like walking through mist. It was really gross, but it didn't rain. I beat the rain today! Awesome. It is starting to rain now and there is definitely thunder going on as well. 


Really, I would just now be thinking about taking a walk. So I'm glad I got my butt moving and went on a walk with a giant who helped me burn more calories. 

"Personal Training"

So, yesterday at the gym (I swear this place never disappoints) we watched one of the "trainers" doing "personal training" with this overweight couple. The reason I'm using the " " is because it is an alleged trainer, doing alleged personal training. 


So, to be considered personal training, a person or couple would need workouts tailored and made for them, not the same cookie cutter workout that everyone else is getting. It makes me mad that these people are paying good money for half hour personal training sessions and they are getting the same workout as everyone that uses these "personal training" services. Everyone get's the same workout. Trust me. I'm at the gym a lot...I see all these "trainers" doing the same thing with everyone; no matter their age or ability. 


Anyway, there is this one "trainer" who has Ken hair. (You know, his hair is bleached, it looks yellow, and he slicks it straight back, but it's curly, so there is a slight wave in the slicked backness of it all.) He is pretty fit, but he's a terrible trainer. 


He was talking to this couple about Jui-Jitsu, not just any Jui-Jitsu, but Brazilian Jui-Jitsu. Then he was talking about Samurai's and hand to hand combat. It was ridiculous. This was all while the people were recovering from a set of something that they were doing. These people looked like they were going to die too. If I was this trainer, I would have been checking on my clients; not giving inaccurate history lessons. 


Then....this guy started doing cartwheels and handstands. He was doing all this and then saying, "this is what you'll be able to do when you get to your goal weight." Who the eff wants to throw themselves around like that? It was like watching Stuart from Madd TV. (Look what I can do! Look what I can do!)


After that he jumped up, grabbed a ledge, and struggled to do one pull up. Then he said that a pull up was something else they could do when they reach their goal weight. 


After that he had them do 10 crunches and then take another break. They were sitting there about to die and this guy did a Karate kick and then said, (you guessed it) "this is something else you can go when you reach your goal weight."


Ok, seriously, if I'm paying money for personal training, I want someone to pay 100% attention to me and kick my butt! This guy was running around like an untrained dog. He paid not attention to his clients or their needs. What a disservice to these people. I don't even think they realize that they are wasting their money. 


Oh, the reason I was so able to pay attention to what this guy was doing was because they were in the aerobics room and so were we. We were in the corner to some ab work and we just looked and listened to everything going on for the last 15 minutes of their session! Watching this guy made me angry, but it pumped me up to get through the last 20 minutes of my workout!

It could be a really, really big day.

I cheated yesterday, and when I say cheated, I got on the scale a day early. I usually don't weigh until Saturday's...which is today. 


So, the scale showed a number I've been waiting for, and after my epic rock star partying weekends for the last few weeks I needed to see that number to truly get refocused. 


Anyway, I should tell you what the scale said, but I'm still just not ready to share that info. I'm getting closer and closer to 100 pounds lost, and I decided long ago that I will share all that info then. I plan on putting my bod pod's and all that up. 


I have to come clean anyway about how much I did weigh and how much I weigh now. I've only recently become comfortable sharing that with my closest friends. I think I've only told two people besides Zach, Janelle, Ashley, and my mom! 


Anyway, hopefully when I get my butt to the gym in a little bit and do my official 2 week weigh in, it will be even better than yesterday....or the same. I'd like that too. 

Leisure time....

Yesterday after the gym Janelle, Ashley, and I decided to go to the pool at a friends condo. We love this pool because there is never anyone there and it's really nice.


Yesterday was kinda cool and breezy around here. Then it did rain for a hot second too. When that happened we had to go into the office next to the pool. There is also a gym in there, and you know where ever we can find a gym, we can find fun. 


So, there is this piece of equipment in there called the "ab scissor". I guess it's a Body by Jake thing. Every time we go through this gym we try to figure out how the heck to use this thing. Ok, Janelle and I were trying to figure it out and Ashley was watching Ellen. 


We just decided to take a bunch of goofy pictures while we were waiting for the rain to pass. When I was looking at the pictures this morning I realized that this is a completely accurate description of all of our personalities and that we should carry a camera everywhere we go, because we act like that all time. 

Is this how you use the ab scissor?
Which by the way, is an awful name
for a piece of workout equipment.

This is so confusing.

Janelle came up with the most interesting
ways to use the ab scissor.

I still don't think this is how you do it.

Tyler even got in on the ab scissor fun time

Ashley wanted nothing to do with our fun. Boo...

My legs look really skinny, I just thought
you should know.

Skinny little legs that I love. 

Sometimes I scare myself!

The other week I freaked myself out when I saw myself in the mirror. It took me a split second to realize that was me. Well, that happened the other day too when I saw a picture of myself. The picture was taken last week at a family function. My sister posted the picture on FB the other day and I was in awe.....at how I looked....of course! 


Here is the picture and a picture from my sister's wedding almost 2 years ago.....I must say, it is shocking. 

Probably the biggest I ever was.
This might have been even
heavier than when I started
my meal plans about 6
months later.

Who is that adorable girl
who really needs to go
buy smaller pants?

This just got awkward...

So, here's a situation I keep ending up in...


I see someone I haven't seen in a long time...well, or someone I see often. They ask how I'm doing, how everything is going, how much weight I've lost, etc, etc. I respond, "Oh I've lost blah blah blah pounds over the past year and a half..."


Then I get this, in some various form, 


"Wow, that's great. I think I've gained what you've lost."
"Wow, I think I've found all the weight you've lost."
"I wish I could lose weight."
"Good for you, I keep gaining weight though."
"I wish I had time to do what you are doing."
"How do you find time to lose weight?"


Anyway, you get the idea.


I love my friends, I love my family, I love when people notice that I've been busting my butt to lose weight. I don't love how the conversations become awkward like that. What am I supposed to say? I'm not going to be like, "Well, now that you've mentioned it....you have been gaining weight. Put down the beer and cheeseburger."


I'll explain to people what I'm doing and how I'm doing it. I give out Zach's email address. I tell people to contact him if they are serious. However, I don't like that you compliment me and then make me feel bad for you. I don't know what to tell you other than this;


It took me a long time to get the motivation to stick to a plan (eating and exercise). Sure, I trip up from time to time, but I always pick myself up and get back on track. The longer I do it, the more addicted to the lifestyle I become. You will make changes when you are ready. No amount of you standing here talking to me is going to motivate you. You have to do it on your own. I promise you, when you are ready it will happen. If you want to go on a walk, or swimming, or to the gym, let me know; I'll gladly go with you. Until then, give me the compliments I deserve and we'll deal with you later. (I'm pretty self-centered; it's ok, I know and so does everyone who knows me.)

So far so good...

Welp, I'm doing pretty good this week. I know, I know, it's only Tuesday, but I've not screwed up my goals. I've already done some extra workouts too. Yea for me. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be totally refocused by the end of this week. 


The only day I really worry about Thursday. Thursday's have turned into Party Night with a few friends. I might have to skip Party Night this week. That does make me pretty sad. I love Thursdays. 


Anyway, I forgot to mention something awesome that happened. I ended up crashing at a friend's house on Saturday night (that's not the awesome part). She asked if I needed shorts to wear to bed and I automatically said, "You're pj shorts won't fit me." 


She came out of her bedroom and said, "You just told me that you wear medium workout pants. These shorts are mediums. They are the same as the one's I'm wearing, they will fit."


I said back to her, "But you are so tiny. I just don't think they'll fit but I'll try." 


So...I put them on and they were big. I was so freaking happy that I nearly started calling people to tell them, then I remember that it was like 2AM and no one cares about my pj shorts or how big they are at 2AM. 


In the morning I crawled out of bed and laid on the couch to recap the night with her. The first thing I said was, "I can't effing believe that these shorts are mediums. They are actually too big. How flippin' awesome is that?"


Nothing else from the previous night mattered, because I was wearing medium shorts that were almost too big. 

Ok, time to refocus.

Since I've been spinning my wheels lately and not losing what I should be losing I've decided that I have to set little goals for each week. This week my goal is no food that I'm not preparing. I was going out to dinner too much in the past few weeks. I can usually figure out the calories in anything I eat, but I just don't think at this time that it's needed. 


Also, I'm going to be off the beers this week! Not that I drink a lot. I mean really, I don't. I usually plan it in with my calories if I do, but lately since it's summer I've been out later and around more people. It's really easy to accept a drink when someone walks over with a beer and says, "Here, I got this for you."


I'm going to have to be strict with myself and pretend like I'm just starting my meal plan. I know I can do it, because I was doing it for a whole year before I started getting a little party happy again. 


Zach figured out that if I go one beer over my meal plan calories one time a week I will gain 1.6 pounds over the course of a year. I don't think that's really a problem, but I'm in a losing mode right now. So anything that is going to make me gain is a bad thing. Eventually, it won't be a problem because I will be trying to maintain my weight. I think that was his point too. If I keep up what I'm doing right now, I will not lose anymore weight. 


Janelle also told me she wanted to have a party for me when I lose 100 pounds (I still have more than that to go, but we decided 100 pounds was a good time to have a party). I've kind of lost interest in having a party, but she hasn't. I promised her we would get to that marker plus some by the end of the summer. 


There are a lot of people around me that think I'm a little to hard on myself about this, but I don't. They aren't trying to make me feel bad or get me to stop doing what I'm doing, but they say things like, "Don't feel bad. Everyone deserves a night of fun. You have to live your life." I agree with everything they say to me, but it's still just not an option for now. Maybe next summer. 

What happened to the weekend?

I'm not so sure what happened to yesterday! Ok, I was really, really busy. I had to tutor, go to a bridal shower, and bachelorette party. Somewhere in there I had to go to the gym too...so I had to get my butt up at 6:45 AM to get to the gym in enough time to do the whole workout and then have enough time to get ready for the day. I didn't sit down to rest until about 2AM. Long day!


So, today has started no better! I've been rushing around like crazy. My legs are still numb from this mornings workout too, but I get to have a massage in about 20 minutes, so I'll survive. 


I'm pretty sidetracked right now and I need to get my focus back. I'm in "summer fun" mode and I need to get my act together! I've still been staying with my meal plan and workouts, but my old friend, alcohol, is creeping back in. 


I have had a lot of things going on lately, like friends being in town, bridal showers, parties, and what-not. They all just have too much temptation and my will power is dwindling! 


I know it's my fault too. I've just not had the will power lately and that's really no ones fault but my own. I need Zach to yell or scream or something to scare me and get me back on track. 

Where's your tricep?

The other week I went out with Zach, Janelle, and some of their friends. Naturally, these people are body builders. These guys were pretty funny, but in an odd sort of way. 


So, how were they funny, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. One guy kept asking Janelle to flex her tricep and then he would yell at her that she had too much fat on her arm and you couldn't see it. Then he would promptly felx his tricep and yell, "tricep" and point to the back of his arm.  


Another guy is training for a show so he was busting out body builder moves and going through posing routines. 


I found myself standing there with them thinking to myself that this was the strangest behavior I have ever seen, and I've seen a lot of strange things. I came to the conclusion that body builders sit around and make fun of each other's muscles. 


Don't get me wrong, it was a fun night; it was just the strangest behavior I've seen from a bunch of grown men. 

Best...compliment...EVER!

So, yesterday at work I received the best compliment ever. I was talking to a coworker and I turned around to get something off of a tall shelf. I had to get up on my tip toes and I was digging through this box.


After a few seconds, Brittany stops talking and then says, "Oh Sarah, your legs are so skinny."


I turned around and smiled and said, "that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!" 


That's really all I have for today. I was thinking about it all day and I love, love, love that she said my legs are skinny because I still think they are pretty chunky. 


Also, I got to rock my new swimming suit at the pool today. It was totally awesome. 

The heat is killing me!

Is it really friggin' hot where anyone else lives? I shouldn't complain, because I would rather have the heat than the cold, but all this heat is getting in the way of walking outside. 


I'm trying to get to the Reserve (like a park) every day to take a walk. I like to walk for about an hour-ish. Yesterday I went at 7 AM. It was already flippin' hot! I could not walk for the whole hour. 


Sadly, I didn't even try to go this morning and now I won't have time to go until this evening. It will still be bad tonight too! Last week I tried to walk after 8 PM and it was sooooo hot!


Anyway, I feel like the weather is getting in the way of what I really need to be doing. 


In reality though, I'm just going to have to suck it up and do it anyway. I would like to use the "it's too hot" excuse, but I'm just not going to let myself do that. 


I said I wanted to be more active this summer so I better get off my butt and start taking my extra walks. 


I still get to the gym at my regular times and I know I'm busting my butt while I'm there. It's also hot as hell in the gym too, and there is no excuse for that. I know they have an air conditioner! 

Soooo sore!

The other day I was saying how proud I was that I didn't slack off at the gym. I had to go alone for 2 days because Janelle was trying to let her leg get back to normal. 


Well, I know that I really didn't slack off, because I am so sore that I can hardly stand myself. I'm getting more sore as the days go by. I know by tomorrow it will be better, but when you wake up 2 days after a workout and you are more sore than the first day, it's pretty bad. I hate the delayed muscle soreness. 


I have freakishly strong inner thighs (I think it's from being a competitive swimmer in my younger days; I was amazing at the breast stroke.) and they usually never, ever get sore. All day yesterday I felt like I was walking like Frankenstein because my inner thighs have been so sore! 


My sides and abs are also really sore. From time to time that does happen, so I'm not totally shocked, but it's so sore that it hurts to take a deep breath, cough, laugh, turn my torso, etc...


Don't get me wrong though, it's still the "good hurt". I complain about it, but I love it at the same time. Being sore is reassurance that I'm doing something right!

Rock climbing?

There is one thing that I really want to do this summer. I really want to go rock climbing, but when I say rock climbing I want to go to this place in my town that has a rock climbing wall. It's called Urban Krag and it looks really cool. 


This is really something that is out of my comfort zone, but I'm really drawn to the idea of trying this. I know Janelle is going with me and Ashley is to; she just doesn't know it yet. 


I think it might be kinda difficult, but I think I should be able to climb up a wall. 


If anything, I will have a good story when it's all said and done!

I didn't slack off

I've had to go to the gym alone for the past 2 days and I've been pretty sad about it. Janelle is letting her leg rest, or whatever. They said that there is nothing wrong with her leg, but she's letting it rest for a few days anyway. 


Anyway, I would usually slack off a little bit when I'm alone at the gym, but the past few days I have been busting my behind. I am super sore from yesterday and I'm already getting sore from today. That makes me really happy. 


I still hate going to the gym alone. I prefer to go with Janelle and anyone else that comes to workout with us. And it never fails that I see the strangest crap happening around me when I'm working out alone. 


For example: Today the ladies side of the gym was dead, but there was a girl on the treadmill, a woman wondering around looking confused, and me all on the ladies side. Then one of the employees came over there and stood on another treadmill and began to talk to the girl that was walking. He was literally just standing there, trying to flirt with her, and she was trying to flirt back, and it was tragic. The confused lady walks over to me and asks what I'm doing and if I know anything she could do. I tell her that she needs to go see an employee and they will help her. (Remember, Janelle and I aren't allowed to talk to anyone at the gym or we will lose our memberships for "training" people.) I think the lady thought I was a bitch, but whatev. The guy that works there would not even help her. He told her to go to the front desk and someone MIGHT be able to help her. 


I also saw some strange new ways to stretch in the past 2 days to. I'm not really sure how to describe it either. It looked like some crazy porn moves. All I could think was, "who needs to stretch like that in public? And why is Janelle not here witnessing this too?"


Hopefully by Tuesday everything will be back to normal. 

Why is my leg swelling?

Yesterday was strange. It was leg day and Janelle and I decided that we both wanted to squat more weight. We only made it through our regular squats. After her first set she looked down and her leg and ankle were all swollen. It was very, very strange. Needless to say we cut the workout short so Janelle could go to the doctor to find out what the heck was going on. She spent half the night in the emergency room just to find out that no one can find anything wrong with her leg! We thought it might be a blood clot, but the tests ruled all of that out. Very, very odd.


Anyway, I think Janelle squatted 185 and I squatted 120! Woo hoo! I was super proud of myself. I know that's the most either one of us have done. Well, maybe she's done more, but I'm not totally sure. 


So, today she's not lifting and I still have to go to the gym. I'm trying to motivate myself right now. I know I'll get there a little later, but it's so sunny out and I want to go to the pool! 


A lot of people have been posting lately about lifting. I think lifting is freakin' great. I think it's one of those things that you think you are going to hate and then you get addicted to it! I feel strange if I'm out of the gym for more that a day at a time!

Update on the awful gym

So, the "trainers" at the gym are now apparently saying that everything is cool and that they are sorry that this was happening to us. Actually, it was one guy who claims to be the manager, but I know he's not. 


Then another employee of that gym asked Janelle why he doesn't see her husband anymore. That was really confusing to Janelle because her husband has never been an member of our gym and has never even been there. 


She told this dude that her husband has never been there and that he's never met her husband. He acted like he was confused and had seen him. 


She was really confused because this guy had no clue what he was talking about. He thought she was lying. Very strange. 


Anyway, I'm not sure what happened up there. Maybe our complaints made them feel stupid and like idiots. I'm just glad that they are going to leave us alone now 

I didn't think it was appropriate to say anything...

I ran into a friend from high school that I haven't seen in a long time. It was a total surprise to run into him last night because I wasn't expecting to see him until tonight. 


After we talked for a few minutes I got the, "So, I know I haven't seen you in a long time, but I swear you've lost weight. I could be wrong. My wife said it wasn't totally appropriate to ask."


Aww...I was touched. I was like, "Hell yea! I've lost an ass load of weight!"


Then the conversation switched to an upcoming high school reunion. Most of the guys I ran into were like, "Yea, who wants to do that...." 


I was like, "I do! You guys know I'm a vane b*tch! Most people gain weight after high school...I went the other way. I'm busting in there and I'm yelling, look at me people! I look friggin' fantastic! Go ahead, ask how much I've lost!"


We all had a good laugh after that, because they know it sounds exactly like something I would do. 


Anyway, I totally busted out my size 10 jeans last night and they fit amazingly. I actually didn't recognize myself for a minute too. I was at my Momma's house for a hot second and I saw myself in the mirror. Clearly, I knew it was me, but it was strange. I didn't look like me. I actually thought I looked, dare I say, skinny. Then it made me smile. 


So, when I later ran into the guys from high school that I haven't seen in a long time and the one guy was commenting on how I looked, it made me feel super awesome. I mean, I haven't seen this guy in a long, long time. I know I gained more weight since the last time I saw him, so it made me realize that I'm smaller than I was in high school. I hope that all made sense right there, because it sounds a little confusing. 

It's the small things...

So, I've been shopping lately because well...I have to! I have no clothes these days. 


The other day I was really excited because I found a pair of workout pants that were a size Medium, and they fit! I was really, really, really excited, and they were on clearance. It was like a double whammy of awesomeness. 


Also, I've had to buy smaller everything....you know, undergarments and whatnot. I get super excited about it, but it's not the kind of conversation opener my friends want to hear. 


"Hey Sarah, what did you do today?"


"Oh you know, bought smaller underwear." 


Wait, who am I kidding, of course that's my conversation opener! That sounds exactly like something I would say. I have no shame, really.