collapse...
Very early meeting today 30 minutes from home and had to be there 30 minutes before the start of the meeting to set up... so no gym this a.m.
Meeting went really well.
The rest of the day kind of went downhill from there. Was supposed to bring some materials to a client, but discovered to my chagrin that I had left a key piece at my office a 45-minute drive away. So, back to my office where I figured that I'd call and let them know that I'd have to make the delivery tomorrow. Luckily one of my colleagues was going back down that way later in the day so I didn't have to make the call.
Another client announced that they are moving up some meetings by several weeks and suddenly I have to have their materials prepped and ready for next week. Along with the materials for another major client.
Aaaaaaiiiieeeeee!!!
You see where this is heading, don't you?
I didn't leave my office until 8:00 p.m. this evening.
Guess where I did not go today?
If you guessed "the gym" you would be right!
Tomorrow isn't looking much better. Crapballs.
So, I'm going to hit the sack in order to attempt a 5:00 a.m. wake up to get to the gym. Need to be back here no later than 6:30 because I have to leave my house for my early meeting no later than 7:15.
Wish me luck.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Disappointment
The number on the scale is heading in the right direction...down.
However, the number isn't low enough today.
Yesterday when I step on the scale it reflects a total weight loss of 140 sticks of butter. Yay!
Today for the official weigh-in when I step on the scale it reads quite clearly that I've lost a total of 132 sticks of butter. Still "yay!"...but not quite so much.
Apparently I was pretty dehydrated yesterday or somehow I gained 8 entire sticks of butter in just 24 hours.
I guess the biggest disappointment is that if yesterday's weigh-in had proven to be true, that would mean that I am just .07 shy of being classified as "overweight" via BMI vs. "obese." So as of today I am still .37 away from hitting the 29.9 BMI that I want to hit.
Still obese.
Disappointment.
But it also means that if I work out hard this week and stick as closely as I can to my eating plan, chances are that next week I'll be celebrating a BMI in the 20s instead of the 30s.
Next week.
However, the number isn't low enough today.
Yesterday when I step on the scale it reflects a total weight loss of 140 sticks of butter. Yay!
Today for the official weigh-in when I step on the scale it reads quite clearly that I've lost a total of 132 sticks of butter. Still "yay!"...but not quite so much.
Apparently I was pretty dehydrated yesterday or somehow I gained 8 entire sticks of butter in just 24 hours.
I guess the biggest disappointment is that if yesterday's weigh-in had proven to be true, that would mean that I am just .07 shy of being classified as "overweight" via BMI vs. "obese." So as of today I am still .37 away from hitting the 29.9 BMI that I want to hit.
Still obese.
Disappointment.
But it also means that if I work out hard this week and stick as closely as I can to my eating plan, chances are that next week I'll be celebrating a BMI in the 20s instead of the 30s.
Next week.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Out of breath
I believe the phrase "sucking wind" applies to me whenever I find myself attempting any kind of very vigorous exercise.
This past Friday night...Team Training again...Treadmill Running Intervals Round #2.
Argh.
We're supposed to do .25 miles at a low-intensity brisk walk or slow jog. Then .5 miles at our high-intensity interval - for me this is supposed to be 4.9 mph.
Ummm....yeah....not so much.
I manage to get the treadmill going up to 4.6 mph for .18 miles, but am so out of breath (aka "sucking wind") after less than a quarter mile that I drop back down to a more reasonable 3.9 mph. My breathing takes several minutes to sort itself into something less frantic and intense.
"How are you doing over here" trainer A asks as he peers over my treadmill readout to see that I am back down in the "low-intensity" interval.
"Old, fat and tired," I huff at him in frustration.
"Well, I wouldn't agree with those first two," he says carefully, obviously somewhat taken aback by my gruff answer.
He chats with me a bit about the fact that I'm so out of breath and eventually ends the conversation by saying, "No one expects every single person in the Challenge to be able to run a mile. That's not what this is about. It's about losing weight and getting fit."
Thanks, A, appreciate the kind words, although if I can't jog my mile at 4.9 mph on the last day of the Challenge then it means that I will not reach my fit goal of lopping 20% off of my original run (actually that would be WALK) time.
So, while everyone else pounds their way through their intervals, I settle on keeping my treadmill pace at 3.9 - 4.0 mph where my heart rate is still up, but I don't feel nauseated or like I cannot breathe.
Fast forward to Saturday morning. My "Low-n-Loaded" class is not running so I decide to hit "Cardio Kickboxing" instead.
More frustration.
More sucking wind.
The class is fast paced, which is difficult for me. I'm winded almost immediately. However, I try my best to keep up. When I simply cannot sustain a particular exercise I do what I do in D's "Low-n-Loaded" class - I march in place while I try to catch my breath. At 40 minutes into the class I am extremely overheated, my face once again resembling a bright red radish. And I am nauseated. So I take a few sips of water and duck out the door of the exercise room to walk around the gym - trying to slow my heart rate a bit, catch my breath and avoid barfing.
After 5 minutes of cooling down, I head back into the group exercise room to finish as much of the class as I can, which isn't much...
I am frustrated by the limitations of my body. I know, I know...my body is absolutely getting stronger and I can certainly do more now than I could a few months ago. However, I wish that my stupid lungs would catch up with the rest of my body and get with the d@#$ program already.
I'm tired of sucking wind.
This past Friday night...Team Training again...Treadmill Running Intervals Round #2.
Argh.
We're supposed to do .25 miles at a low-intensity brisk walk or slow jog. Then .5 miles at our high-intensity interval - for me this is supposed to be 4.9 mph.
Ummm....yeah....not so much.
I manage to get the treadmill going up to 4.6 mph for .18 miles, but am so out of breath (aka "sucking wind") after less than a quarter mile that I drop back down to a more reasonable 3.9 mph. My breathing takes several minutes to sort itself into something less frantic and intense.
"How are you doing over here" trainer A asks as he peers over my treadmill readout to see that I am back down in the "low-intensity" interval.
"Old, fat and tired," I huff at him in frustration.
"Well, I wouldn't agree with those first two," he says carefully, obviously somewhat taken aback by my gruff answer.
He chats with me a bit about the fact that I'm so out of breath and eventually ends the conversation by saying, "No one expects every single person in the Challenge to be able to run a mile. That's not what this is about. It's about losing weight and getting fit."
Thanks, A, appreciate the kind words, although if I can't jog my mile at 4.9 mph on the last day of the Challenge then it means that I will not reach my fit goal of lopping 20% off of my original run (actually that would be WALK) time.
So, while everyone else pounds their way through their intervals, I settle on keeping my treadmill pace at 3.9 - 4.0 mph where my heart rate is still up, but I don't feel nauseated or like I cannot breathe.
Fast forward to Saturday morning. My "Low-n-Loaded" class is not running so I decide to hit "Cardio Kickboxing" instead.
More frustration.
More sucking wind.
The class is fast paced, which is difficult for me. I'm winded almost immediately. However, I try my best to keep up. When I simply cannot sustain a particular exercise I do what I do in D's "Low-n-Loaded" class - I march in place while I try to catch my breath. At 40 minutes into the class I am extremely overheated, my face once again resembling a bright red radish. And I am nauseated. So I take a few sips of water and duck out the door of the exercise room to walk around the gym - trying to slow my heart rate a bit, catch my breath and avoid barfing.
After 5 minutes of cooling down, I head back into the group exercise room to finish as much of the class as I can, which isn't much...
I am frustrated by the limitations of my body. I know, I know...my body is absolutely getting stronger and I can certainly do more now than I could a few months ago. However, I wish that my stupid lungs would catch up with the rest of my body and get with the d@#$ program already.
I'm tired of sucking wind.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Out of steam
I pretty much poop out this morning half-way through my personal training session.
"Did you eat breakfast?" personal trainer D asks me.
Um...yeah...that'd be a big fat "no."
A concerned D explains to me the importance of eating before a workout especially in the morning. There's something about "liver enzymes" and muscles and calories in the lecture she gives me, but most of it washes over. Mostly I'm thinking, "I know that I'm supposed to eat breakfast before I come to the gym, but it makes me so NAUSEOUS."
Then I find myself expressing the thought that is in my head about feeling nauseous when eating so early.
Throughout the remainder of our session while I'm huffing and puffing and desperately trying to get through the torturous sets, we converse about what I could be eating before my workouts. Toward the end of the session I decide that maybe I could drink some calories in the mornings. Some kind of protein shake maybe. Maybe that won't upset my stomach the way solid food seems to...
D gives me some suggestions of places I can go to look for protein shakes. Personal trainer E, working with another client, pipes up from the next bench over about adding some oatmeal to the shake to make sure it has the right balance of pre-workout carbs and protein.
So, I'll give it a try.
Still...
Mostly, I think I'm just kind of out of steam because my job has really ramped up. Breakfast or no breakfast I wake up each day knowing that it's going to be crazy and feeling kind of mentally/emotionally/physically exhausted before the day even starts.
And I'm not nearly done with the busy season...two and half months yet to go.
I can't be out of steam yet...but I kinda am.
I'm really tired.
Out of steam.
"Did you eat breakfast?" personal trainer D asks me.
Um...yeah...that'd be a big fat "no."
A concerned D explains to me the importance of eating before a workout especially in the morning. There's something about "liver enzymes" and muscles and calories in the lecture she gives me, but most of it washes over. Mostly I'm thinking, "I know that I'm supposed to eat breakfast before I come to the gym, but it makes me so NAUSEOUS."
Then I find myself expressing the thought that is in my head about feeling nauseous when eating so early.
Throughout the remainder of our session while I'm huffing and puffing and desperately trying to get through the torturous sets, we converse about what I could be eating before my workouts. Toward the end of the session I decide that maybe I could drink some calories in the mornings. Some kind of protein shake maybe. Maybe that won't upset my stomach the way solid food seems to...
D gives me some suggestions of places I can go to look for protein shakes. Personal trainer E, working with another client, pipes up from the next bench over about adding some oatmeal to the shake to make sure it has the right balance of pre-workout carbs and protein.
So, I'll give it a try.
Still...
Mostly, I think I'm just kind of out of steam because my job has really ramped up. Breakfast or no breakfast I wake up each day knowing that it's going to be crazy and feeling kind of mentally/emotionally/physically exhausted before the day even starts.
And I'm not nearly done with the busy season...two and half months yet to go.
I can't be out of steam yet...but I kinda am.
I'm really tired.
Out of steam.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Not today
Yesterday I thought it was a cold.
Today I'm thinking it's allergies. Either way I'm feeling droopy and grumpy.
And on top of it I had a 12 hour work day. So no gym for me today.
But I will go tomorrow!
My gym bag is packed.
The alarm is set.
Come hell or high water or sniffles I am going to get in 45 minutes of cardio on Wednesday.
But for now, if y'all will excuse me, I really need to get some sleep. G'night.
Today I'm thinking it's allergies. Either way I'm feeling droopy and grumpy.
And on top of it I had a 12 hour work day. So no gym for me today.
But I will go tomorrow!
My gym bag is packed.
The alarm is set.
Come hell or high water or sniffles I am going to get in 45 minutes of cardio on Wednesday.
But for now, if y'all will excuse me, I really need to get some sleep. G'night.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Monday Blues
Warning: This is a whiny post.
So I'm kinda feeling blue today.
"Why?" you ask.
(And thank you for asking...)
Well, number one last night as I'm getting ready for bed: a massive allergy attack.
This attack has just everything: dry eyes that I want to claw out of my head, sneezing like you wouldn't believe, headache, and stuffy and drippy all at the same time. Down 3 Benadryl tablets that barely even touch this horror show. I head out to the living room so as not to keep my very pooped spouse awake with all of the snorting, sniffling, nose blowing and sneezing going.
Which leads me to the second reason I'm feeling blue today: not only does the Benadryl not really do much to stop the allergy attack, but it doesn't even knock me out.
So, to add insult to injury: insomnia.
Couldn't fall asleep for the longest time and didn't manage to hit any kind of deep sleep through the night. Am feeling foggy-headed this a.m. and pretty grumpy.
Which brings me to the third reason for feeling blue: did not exercise this morning because I was too beat and now I have to pack a gym bag so that I can get my exercise in this evening.
Oh, just my favorite time of the day to exercise!
And last, but certainly not least in the Why-Jenn-is-Blue-and-Grumpy-on-this-Grey-Monday-Morning: weigh-in day!
AND...
Weigh-in did not go well. True the number on the scale was down from last week so yay, but down only by .6 pounds. Not so great.
So, there ya have it, People...a very whiny post from a blue and grouchy blogger.
Hope you'll please accept my apologies, I'll be in a better mood later on and I'll come back with something a bit more on the cheerful and optimistic side soon...
** Addendum **
OK, I just did the BMI calculation and I feel better because I just realized that I am only 16 sticks of butter away from finally no longer being classified as "obese." That means that by the end of this Fall Fitness Challenge, my BMI will be in the high 20s where it hasn't been for quite some time. This is definitely full of The Awesome.
So I'm kinda feeling blue today.
"Why?" you ask.
(And thank you for asking...)
Well, number one last night as I'm getting ready for bed: a massive allergy attack.
This attack has just everything: dry eyes that I want to claw out of my head, sneezing like you wouldn't believe, headache, and stuffy and drippy all at the same time. Down 3 Benadryl tablets that barely even touch this horror show. I head out to the living room so as not to keep my very pooped spouse awake with all of the snorting, sniffling, nose blowing and sneezing going.
Which leads me to the second reason I'm feeling blue today: not only does the Benadryl not really do much to stop the allergy attack, but it doesn't even knock me out.
So, to add insult to injury: insomnia.
Couldn't fall asleep for the longest time and didn't manage to hit any kind of deep sleep through the night. Am feeling foggy-headed this a.m. and pretty grumpy.
Which brings me to the third reason for feeling blue: did not exercise this morning because I was too beat and now I have to pack a gym bag so that I can get my exercise in this evening.
Oh, just my favorite time of the day to exercise!
And last, but certainly not least in the Why-Jenn-is-Blue-and-Grumpy-on-this-Grey-Monday-Morning: weigh-in day!
AND...
Weigh-in did not go well. True the number on the scale was down from last week so yay, but down only by .6 pounds. Not so great.
So, there ya have it, People...a very whiny post from a blue and grouchy blogger.
Hope you'll please accept my apologies, I'll be in a better mood later on and I'll come back with something a bit more on the cheerful and optimistic side soon...
** Addendum **
OK, I just did the BMI calculation and I feel better because I just realized that I am only 16 sticks of butter away from finally no longer being classified as "obese." That means that by the end of this Fall Fitness Challenge, my BMI will be in the high 20s where it hasn't been for quite some time. This is definitely full of The Awesome.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Still here! Crazed, but still here!
So this is the time of the year when my job gets crazy-crazy-crazy and I am in high gear just about non-stop everyday from now until Christmas. This past week:
Monday and Tuesday just kind of a blur of many hours at my desk prepping for client meetings later in the week
Wednesday = overall insanity with a few fires to put out, people to manage and meetings, meetings, meetings (mostly in-house, but one client meeting an hour drive from my office) Came home and collapsed on couch to catch up on DVR'd episodes of "Project Runway." Too pooped to blog.
Thursday = a 12-hour day (after a personal training session at 6:00 a.m.) Came home at 8:30 p.m. Here's my conversation with my lovely husband:
I'm not even sure that I kissed him goodnight. Just stumbled to the bathroom to brush my teeth then stumbled into the bedroom to remove my clothes and collapse in bed. I'm pretty sure that the husband came to check on me and say goodnight, but it's a pretty hazy recollection.
Yesterday =
8:00 - 9:30 a.m. event at work
9:30 - 10:15 help clean up conference center after event
10:15 get on computer for 15 minutes
10:30 gather stuff and dash out to car
10:30 -11:15 drive to first client meeting of day
11:15 - 11:32 get detoured and have a hard time finding parking
11:32 - 11:35 race to meeting because am now five minutes late, Holy Crapballs!
11:35 - 12:15 client meeting
12:15-12:30 drive to next client meeting
12:30 get soaked dashing into restaurant for lunch meeting
12:30 - 2:30 enjoy lunch meeting with client
2:30 - 3:30 make follow up notes in my car
3:30 - 4:15 do some quick shopping...am at an "in-between" size right now...don't have much to wear
4:15 -4:45 drive home
4:45 discover there's no lettuce in the house and call husband to request a stop on his way home
4:45 - 5:00 loaf around on computer for a few minutes
5:00 - 5:30 deal what I'm going to wear for date with husband while he preps dinner...put on pair of jeans that I discover are too big (Yay!) Rummage through older thinner wardrobe and grab a pair of jeans I know won't fit yet, but decide to try them on anyway. They fit!!! Just for kicks and giggles, pull out an old favorite jacket. Try it on - doesn't quite fit, it's snug when I zip it up, but it looks OK so I'm going to wear it! Yay! Iron everything
5:30 - 6:00 dinner
6:00 - 7:40 drive to concert
7:40 - 8:00 get seats and wait for show to begin
8:00 - 10:40 show is great!
10:40 - 12:15 drive home
12:30 - collapse in bed
Today = get up at 7:30 to hit the gym for 8:00 a.m. "Low-n-Loaded" class with Donna. AND I throw in an additional 30 minutes of cardio on a bike after my class!!! A first for me. NEVER would have done that pre-Fall Fitness Challenge!
So, I didn't make it to two classes this week, but I ate well in spite of crazy schedule and made my five gym visits, attended one class and my personal training session. All in all - can't believe that I am managing to do this living healthy stuff at the height of my job craziness, but am really happy that I'm trying my hardest.
Now, if i could only get my house cleaned...
Monday and Tuesday just kind of a blur of many hours at my desk prepping for client meetings later in the week
Wednesday = overall insanity with a few fires to put out, people to manage and meetings, meetings, meetings (mostly in-house, but one client meeting an hour drive from my office) Came home and collapsed on couch to catch up on DVR'd episodes of "Project Runway." Too pooped to blog.
Thursday = a 12-hour day (after a personal training session at 6:00 a.m.) Came home at 8:30 p.m. Here's my conversation with my lovely husband:
ME: Hi.
HUSBAND: You look beat.
ME: I love you. I'm going to bed.
End of conversation
I'm not even sure that I kissed him goodnight. Just stumbled to the bathroom to brush my teeth then stumbled into the bedroom to remove my clothes and collapse in bed. I'm pretty sure that the husband came to check on me and say goodnight, but it's a pretty hazy recollection.
Yesterday =
8:00 - 9:30 a.m. event at work
9:30 - 10:15 help clean up conference center after event
10:15 get on computer for 15 minutes
10:30 gather stuff and dash out to car
10:30 -11:15 drive to first client meeting of day
11:15 - 11:32 get detoured and have a hard time finding parking
11:32 - 11:35 race to meeting because am now five minutes late, Holy Crapballs!
11:35 - 12:15 client meeting
12:15-12:30 drive to next client meeting
12:30 get soaked dashing into restaurant for lunch meeting
12:30 - 2:30 enjoy lunch meeting with client
2:30 - 3:30 make follow up notes in my car
3:30 - 4:15 do some quick shopping...am at an "in-between" size right now...don't have much to wear
4:15 -4:45 drive home
4:45 discover there's no lettuce in the house and call husband to request a stop on his way home
4:45 - 5:00 loaf around on computer for a few minutes
5:00 - 5:30 deal what I'm going to wear for date with husband while he preps dinner...put on pair of jeans that I discover are too big (Yay!) Rummage through older thinner wardrobe and grab a pair of jeans I know won't fit yet, but decide to try them on anyway. They fit!!! Just for kicks and giggles, pull out an old favorite jacket. Try it on - doesn't quite fit, it's snug when I zip it up, but it looks OK so I'm going to wear it! Yay! Iron everything
5:30 - 6:00 dinner
6:00 - 7:40 drive to concert
7:40 - 8:00 get seats and wait for show to begin
8:00 - 10:40 show is great!
10:40 - 12:15 drive home
12:30 - collapse in bed
Today = get up at 7:30 to hit the gym for 8:00 a.m. "Low-n-Loaded" class with Donna. AND I throw in an additional 30 minutes of cardio on a bike after my class!!! A first for me. NEVER would have done that pre-Fall Fitness Challenge!
So, I didn't make it to two classes this week, but I ate well in spite of crazy schedule and made my five gym visits, attended one class and my personal training session. All in all - can't believe that I am managing to do this living healthy stuff at the height of my job craziness, but am really happy that I'm trying my hardest.
Now, if i could only get my house cleaned...
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