90 Day •• Day 29

Week 5 is in progress. Monday are the worst, highlighted by shear exhaustion while over working my shoulders. Jillian! Ow!

And this lucky girl had her lunch made for her by her husband. It's a surprise, but he brought up a good point. My new lunch bag is a lesson in portion control. I lost my lunch bag, (a reusable thermal bag from Sobeys) I bought a new one... The best one I could find and it holds a sandwich, apple and ice pack. That's it.

Dieting brought to you by a tiny lunch bag.

Ha!

Xo

I don't have a picture of my lunch bag so here is a picture of Thomas, being a sweet little boy. 

Realization is the first step.

I am 31 years old (Gah, I actually had to stop and think about whether I was 32 or not) and I am just  connecting the dots to my failure. Weird, right?

First, I am all about self-realization and believe it is the method of growth. I love learning about myself and using that to change my life in a positive way. I am very sensitive to comments about myself, because I want to be better. And one small comment about my attitude or appearance will always stick with me until I can change it (unless its a positive one and than I am VERY aware of it).

I am also realizing most people are NOT like this or ARE, but to lazy to change. 

I learned this about myself a few years back, when a former friend called me 'self-centred'.  I hated that, because it was true (yet I hadn't realized until she said it, which stung). I enjoy talking about myself and my life (hence this blog and 3 others JUST like it). I worked so hard to remove that trait from my list. I made a conscious effort everyday to stop talking about my life, to ask people about theirs, actively listening and even made notes to remember crucial information. I like how it feels when someone remembers something important to me, so everyone else MUST like it as well (which feels very self centred and ironic to type, but its true).

Since then I welcome comments about myself and how I am perceived. I want to be aware of how I make people feel. 

Back to the original thought, said the rambler. 

This weekend was rough. I was in a foul mood after a crummy Friday (work related), I was bloated, uncomfortable and miserable. 

I feel bloated, eat a cookie.

I wish we had more money, eat a bag of chips.

I am overwhelmed by the state of the house, fingerful of frosting.

Thomas won't listen, 2 cookies.

This drive is taking forever, Icced Cap and cookie. 

It's late and I'm tired, crackers and cheese.

I lean on food HARD. I always have, but all of that didn't seem odd to me, or even register... until this morning. I woke up in another fowl mood, dreading my day ahead and my first instinct... I'll get McDonalds for breakfast. I deserve it. Wait... WHAT?

Why do I deserve a grease filled, sugar laden breakfast? That's not a reward or a pick me up on a crummy day. It's only going to make me feel worse, but even as I type this I am thinking about it, because I treat myself with food. I justify snacking with excuses... I've been awake for 16 hours, I worked hard, I got a lot done today (food is also a celebration of successes, no wonder I carry extra pounds. Hmpf!)

And the more I think about it the angrier it makes me, because I am a logical person and it doesn't make sense!

So this morning, because I didn't have time for breakfast I walked past McDonald's and got this...

It's not great. It has a ton of sugar, but its a million times better than a Bacon and Egg Bagel with cheese from McDonald's.

I always knew I was an emotional eater... I just never connected to the triggers. I am hoping being aware of them will help me avoid them. 

Fitness has never been my issue. It's my diet that trips me up on every weight loss journey.

I am going to make an effort every single day to reward good behaviour with good foods (or no food at all, but baby steps). And I am going to combat bad days with good food, because I know that every bad day can be triumphed with a pair of, formally tight, lose fitting pants.

Wish me luck..?

xo

PS. What have you realized (and changed) about yourself? 

Or (dare I ask) is there anything you've noticed about me?

Day 90 •• Day 26

Friday and I worked out! 

Because I saw this... 

It's true... If I can dedicate 45% of my day to working. I can dedicate 2% (30 minutes) to working out.

Gah!

Cross your fingers I find the energy to workout tomorrow... Than it's my first legit full week.

Squeeee!

90 Day •• Day 25

I worked out on the Thursday! The very Thursday of the Grey's season premiere, which is saying something, because I have used lamer excuses to miss a workout.

But after celebrating a financial victory with ice cream and having delicious, husband-made, spaghetti for dinner I didn't really have a choice.... really.

So I did my Week 4, Workout 3. Which means I am all up to date for this week. I am still short a few workouts over the past 3 weeks, but this week is ON TRACK. Which is great, because starting next week I will need to workout everyday... doubling up in weeks 5 thru 13, its too hard.

Ok. It's Friday. I am going to try and workout tonight, but we usually do things and that prevents a workout.

Although I had Pulled-Pork Poutine for breakfast and pizza for lunch... SO... I better get my butt in gear.

Argh.

xo

90 Day •• Day 24

Ok. It is day 24, BUT I needed to do a little catch up. 

So today I started with Mondays (Day 22) workout while Thomas was still awake. He loves when I am bouncing around or even better when I drop into plank. He uses me as a bridge to crawl under and/or crawl over. It definitely adds something to the workout, because he is NOT a little boy anymore.

And I love when he sees me workout... I can tell him as much as I want about the importance of a healthy lifestyle, but ultimately he is going to do as I do, not as I say. 

Then I moved on to Tuesdays (Day 23) workout, because last night I just didn' t have it. I fell asleep with Thomas and barely woke up to change in to my PJs. 

And then I put Thomas down for a nap, while upstairs I checked the calendar (reminding me today is Wednesday), and realized I was 7 workouts behind... SEVEN. Argh.

So I went back downstair and did ANOTHER one. I did my Wednesday Cardio, which could count for today (Day 24) but honestly I think it should count for Day 17 (last Wednesday). So after 90 minutes of working out I still have to workout tonight for today. GAH! It's so much, but I did it to myself and commited to 90 FREAKING DAYS! Not whenever I feel like it for 90 days. 

And maybe I can squeak in a double tonight (*eye roll*) and only be down 5 workouts for the 90 days and that is manageable. 

Whewf!

Oh and to get through the third workout... I changed my set-up. It's my day off and i wanted to watch Ellen. So I did.

Ok... I need to shower and prep the little guy, because this afternoon we are going apple picking!! We're going to ride a tractor, see the baby animals and maybe ride a pony. I'm so excited!

Ciao!

xo

90 Day •• Day 23

Well that was a short lived 'on a roll'. I lost my roll... and not the roll I wanted (Ba-dum Chee).

Last week FELL A PART. 

I missed my Wednesday workout (Day 17) because I had to prep for a huge meeting on Thursday and didn't have the time to re-do my hair (lame excuse, but to wash my hair, blow dry and straighten is a lengthy process). I missed my Thursday workout (Day 18) because of that meeting. I was out of the house for 15 hours and got home to a tired little boy that needed a cuddle. And a husband who needed to hear about the meeting so we headed to Hibachi and then went to bed. I missed my Friday workout (Day 19) out of pure exhaustion. I missed my Saturday workout (Day 20) because of a Mom to Mom Sale and three banking appointments (This is the one I regret missing the most... I could have squeezed it in, but chose to do the dishes during Thomas's nap, because they were out of control). 

I had a dream of completing a 2 hour catch up workout on Sunday evening, but... I didn't. 

I had high hopes for this week (week 4), but I missed Monday's workout (Day 22) because the bank called and kept me on hold for 45 minutes. 

So many excuses. And then this, this morning... 

... at one point in the video Jillian does say 'I am always watching' and this morning when I went to get my shoes, there she was staring at me. 

I will workout tonight.

#myjillianpromise

xo

Because Lulu said so...

I put a lot of faith in my Lululemon persona. I completely buy in to the lifestyle (or wish I fit into the lifestyle and the new smaller sizes). And sometimes Lulu motivates me more than they realize. I have the reusable bags all over the place and proudly carry them as my purse and/or luggage.

I have the below bag hanging on the bathroom door... its full of makeup from the last time I needed to bring makeup with me (and the reason why I haven't worked out in a week. Eeeek). When I am getting ready in the AM this bag seems to have all the answers... 

Recently Richard and I have been doing the 'My-God-Kids-Are-Expensive-But-We-Want-More' Tango... His concern has always been the cost, not in a materialistic way, but in the 'I-want-to-give-my-kids-everything' way. I keep saying I am happy being poor as long as I have the family I have always dreamed of, which includes more little people. And then this... 

... because people are more important than money. I knew it! (Let's hope Richard always sees this bag when he visits the loo).

I am also in the process of making some huge life choices and fighting a struggle to decide. I have let this keep me away from my workout for varying reasons... from wanting to keep my hair fresh, to late night meetings, interviews, viewings and paperwork. Then I saw this... and now I am craving my 'daily hit of athletic-induced endorphins'. 

Thank you Lulu for bringing clarity to my life. 

And this lucky girl still has a Lulu GC to use up. 

xo

90 DAY •• Day Sixteen

I'm on a roll! Ok... It's only a two day roll, but it feels like the beginning of a LONG roll.

Week 3, workout 4... Lot of arms, dead lifts, rows and bicep curls. My shoulders are burning, which I love. My arms are my biggest 'ugly'... meaning I hate them the most.

That might be why I love this series... For the first time I see a difference in my arms. I'm a leg girl; running, squats, spin class, step class. I'm not good at arms... Push ups are the worst.

Time to shower.

Xo

90 DAY •• Day Fifteen

Yup, I missed a few.

I got my period, ate cookies and sulked about being fat. I knew it was counter productive, but YOU try arguing with a hormonal beast! 

So I gained... Obviously. I know why and how, but it's still disappointing (and motivating... Sort of).

I said I would do this. I WILL do this. I will workout EVERY day this week. (I wish I believed me).

Week 3, Day 1 is done. It was great. I found it challenging... enough that I didn't do a double, which I considered before starting today.

My inner thighs are burning, but in the best way.

I will survive 90 days. I will lose 15lbs.

dammit! 

Xo

I always have an after workout sweet, tonight was apple sauce with a dragon spoon. What's your post workout routine?

90 DAY •• Day Eleven

... on day 13. Argh!

I am quickly developing the routine of procrastination. I didn't workout Thursday (pure exhaustion) and Friday (because it's Friday and we had cake for dinner). Which left Saturday for Thursday and Sunday for Friday AND Saturday.

which means I have all the potential in the world to finish this week, but when things get tougher... I don't know how I am going to do it, as double workout become less of an option.

I'm just so tired!

Xo

90 DAY •• Day Nine & Ten

Skipping days are the worst! I skipped Day 9... I was exhausted (excuse 1), my favorite show was on (excuse 2), I was stressed (excuse 3... Which was enough to make me nap).

I knew I'd make it up on Wednesday, but that meant I thought about my double workout all day. I planned dinner and Thomas's bedtime AROUND my workout. I'm obsessed.

But it's done.

First I did my Wednesday cardio and then I did my Tuesday strength training. Then I cleaned the kitchen, made lunch, emptied and loaded the dishwasher, washed and sterilized the nipples, caught the end of Finding Carter (if you're not watching it. YOU SHOULD). Finally I had a shower and now I am in bed, struggling to stay awake long enough to write this.

Hmpf! 

80 days to go! 

Gah!

Ps. Yes I see the irony in marking my fitness routine on a delicious burger calendar. I'm a glutton #forpunishment

Water. H2O

In a sleepy daze I thought about writing this post. I remember thinking that H20 is good for you, but what would I be called if I were a molecule? I came up with a few weird ideas (the funniest is sitting on the highest cliff of my memory, out of reach. I know it’s there and its good, but I can’t quite get to it). And then I remember trying to figure out how to format H20 so that the number ‘2’ would be little. I was hoping Microsoft word would just fix it (as it does most of my mistakes), but no such luck.

How did I get on this string of random water talk? I took the most refreshing drink of cold water at about 3:30 this morning and I thought about all the people that think water isn’t desirable, then I felt bad for water, because water is pretty great, but might have low self-esteem, because people are always dressing it up or complaining about. It’s keeping you ALIVE, people! (See Microsoft realized I wasn’t talking to my friend Alice (originally typed “It’s keeping you ALICE”) and fixed it… but what about the little 2?)

So this most refreshing sip of water. It was 3:30 this morning and I was jarred awake by a lonely little boy who wanted his bottle and a cuddle. I happily obliged and marched into his room, stole a cuddle and dozed off on the chair while he ate. When he was done I wandered back to my bed, but I was too hot and my mouth had that ‘I’m-really-thirsty’ taste to it. Luckily I had a bottle of water on the nightstand and I started to slowly sip, but as it cooled my insides and quenched my thirst I started to chug it, needing more and MORE.

It just felt good.

Water is good.

How does all this late night rambling fitness-esque? Because water is the first step to health. It is always my first advice offering to newbies, just trying to get handle on your water intake will change your life. Dramatic? Yes.

If you cut out all other liquids (even milk and especially juice) and increase your water intake you’ll lose a couple pounds, sleep better and your skin will improve. It’s that easy. No one ever believes me.

I drink 5 bottles a day (1ltre) and more if I workout… I know when I am dehydrated, which happens quickly. I feel bloated (my rings don’t fit) and headachy, tired and cranky.

Richard always laughs, because I never leave my house without my bottle of water, but who’s laughing when he wants a sip – this girl! I laugh and then I share, because I am not a total jerk.

“Drink your water.” – Winston Chruchill

Signing out – M2O

90 DAYS •• Day Eight

Whewf! I'm pooped! Sundays need to be rest days. A double workout and then another one 24 hours later... Granted it's only week TWO (ie. easy peasy), but I'm tired.

I can't imagine weeks 12/13. 

Gah!

I wish I had more wittiness to type, but... "Keep it short when your phone is drained of energy." - Winston Churchill

Xo

90 DAYS •• Week One

COMPLETE!

It was down to the wire, but a double workout Sunday night put me back in the game!

I'm pooped.

Day 4 happened on day 5

Day 5,6 & 7 happened on day 7

Doesn't matter! I did it!

Celebrate with me! Pizza and beer! Kidding... Wouldn't that be a waste?!?

Now sleep.

Xo

90 DAYS •• Day Four

Which happen the morning of day 5.

Day 5 is happening this evening. Hmpf!

Skipping a day of the week requires a lot of rescheduling, but I can't eff up my first week (second week, maybe).

What a wicked night out though. Beers (rootbeer counts... for this DD)  on a patio with two of my favorite ladies. 

I got home at 2am after 21 hours of being awake (I'm too old for this shit)... Thomas had be up at 6. Anyways... Enough #mamaproblems, I have today off with the babe and I'm stoked.

Thanks ladies!

90 DAYS •• Day Three

I survived Day 3 and am on to Day 4, which is a rest (and drink with friends) day. Woot!

Why you don't have a drawing of a stick me doing Suicide drills
#dontgooglesuicides #itsjustrunning

I did the cardio last night... instead of running. It went well.
I don't like *suicide drills.
I don't suicide drills inside.
I don't like suicide drills inside when my husband is home.
I don't like suicide drills inside, when my husband is home AND. WATCHING. ME.

I've begged him to work-out with me (after the success of the Ab Challenge), but he won't sometimes he just watches.

Weirdo.

xo

*Revised to write 'Suicide Drills' vs my original post of 'suicides' which I also don't like.

90 DAYS •• Day Two

I haven't even quit yet, you guys.

Yesterday was an insanely productive day and I didn't hit my 'basement oasis' until after 9pm. I racked my brain for a viable excuse and came up empty... so I worked out. Week 1 Day 2.

It was great... another easy set of circuits. I need to bask in these moment, because I remember the pain of Week 12/13. Wheel Push-ups are the worst.

My best drawing of the awkwardness.

It's cardio tonight OR a 30+ minute run. I'm not sure what the plan is yet. My least favorite Jill workouts are the cardio, but that's because they are the hardest and despite what appears to be ambition -- I am lazy to my core. 

Wish me luck!

xo

90 DAYS •• Day One

Summer is over. It's September. This isn't terrible news, but unwelcomed to say the least.

It's also the start of my 90 day revolution (round 2).

I decided to challenge myself with this program again. It's 30minutes a day, 6 days a weeks. Which is completely manageable... Even after a 12 hour day, with every excuse I will find 30 minutes.

#curvygirlpledge

So... after Thomas goes to bed and the house is settled, I trek down to the basement to workout with my stationary motorcycle.

It's a ghetto set-up, buts it's mine.

I have 17lbs to lose this round. 

Week One, Workout One.

DONE! 

I'm barely sweaty (who knew I was in good shape), but I feel very accomplished.

And tired.

Xo