Posts tagged exercise

Wednesday, March 5

  • 2 hour Nona Practice
  • 1 hour Fight Club Practice

Energy level is pretty low.  Worried I’m not eating enough.  

Food Today:

  • 1 egg, 1 egg white, english muffin
  • apple, greek yogurt
  • Chicken, white rice, broccoli
  • Superfood Salad, Summer Roll
  • banana
  • Protein Shake (16 oz Coconut Milk, 2 scoops Vanilla Designer Whey)
  • Kind Bar
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Monday, March 3 & Tuesday, March 4

Monday, March 3

  • 20 minute ab/arm workout w/ Misto (this sounds like NBD.  it was.)
  • 2 hr Misto practice
  • 1 hr TT32 practice

Tuesday, March 4

  • 1 hr spin class.  2 spring tabatas. 

sooooo… tired.   have only had 2 glasses of wine this week.  

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The end is near…

Food: 2800+

  • Honey Nut Cheerios + 1% milk, banana, coffee, sugar free hazelnut creamer
  • apple, greek yogurt w/ fruit and granola
  • SunDried tomato wrap with spinach, grilled chicken, greek yogurt cucumber dressing, mushroom and reduced fat swiss cheese.  Energy bites.  Crystal Ice.  Zone Protein Bar.  Clementines.
  • Irish Soda Bread
  • Smoothie: frozen berries, spinach, pom, greek yogurt, honey, whey protein, banana.
  • Yogurt Pretzels.  Wine.

Exercise:

  • Reilly Walk
  • 50 Push ups
  • 50 situps

Basically the only thing I’m succeeding at this TBT is my 50 push ups and 50 sit ups a day.  Yesterday was “Bread Day” and there was homemade bread in the room where we had our Department Chair meeting.  I dramatically turned my back to it and ate none, despite the delicious smelling cream cheese covered bagel the woman sitting next to me was eating.  I indulged only in some extra coffee.  I starved all the way till lunch, despite being busy and my snack.

I had a huge lunch.  Then I came upstairs and jammed on my protein bar and snuck across the hall for a piece of bread with a bit of cream cheese and stole a handful of Dove chocolates.  *sigh.*

Made a huge smoothie disaster for dinner.  (I never use enough fluid and the stupid things won’t blend and I find that irritating.  Highly irritating.)  It tasted great, btw.  Went home, jammed on handfuls of yogurt pretzels and a glass of wine.

Today is Parent-Teacher conferences, so I will indulge in an Italian Dinner provided by our parents, and I don’t even feel bad.  Tomorrow, there are no classes at the gym I can go to.  I will walk Reilly, do my push/sit ups, and… I dunno.  I need to do some kind of at home workout, the trouble is I suck at those.  I have Sunny’s Frida Awesome Jammer workout.  I could do that…  we’ll see.

After tonight, Basketball is over for me, Conferences are out of the way, I should be able to get back to my routine.

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Getting my Grove Back

Thursday:  So much bad food.  Sushi Valentine’s Dinner.  Walked Reilly.  Push-ups, Situps.

Friday Food:

  • Egg Muffin
  • 2 Santiagos Burritos, one Mild, one Chorizo.  Some fruit.  Simply Orange Juice.
  • Chocolates and Samoas.
  • A shit ton of delicious pasta salad.  Chicken Salad on bread.  Water.
  • Dove Dark Chocolates.
  • 3 Cliff Shot Bloks
  • Chocolate Strawberry, Homemade delicious cherry chip sugar cookie.
  • Homemade Chili w/ fritos, sour cream, cheese, and a glass of wine.  (Recipe coming later today.  This was hands down the best chili I’ve ever had, and I do good work regardless, so.  Yeah.)

Friday Exercise:

  • 50 toe pushups
  • 25 leg lifts, 25 exercise ball cobras (I consulted Thunda yesterday, my “V-ups” are called leg lifts…)
  • Reilly Walk
  • Dr. Borman visit (this isn’t exercise, but it seems relevant to this column and how my body feels today.)
  • 1hr. Spin Class
  • 1hr. Off Skates Training
  • 45mins? Speed Skating Hell

Uber Alice seems really sweet.  So sweet, in fact, that when she lies to your face you believe her.  Like when she says Speed Skating won’t be hard, then tries to kill you with laps and intervals and tough drills from hell.  After Thunda’s Off Skates training.  I literally did almost puke.  I sat out twice.  I felt like a total baby.  My entire back was on fire.  It was probably because when she showed up I yelled at her for wearing shorts in the snow/cold weather.

Thunda Off Skates was Thunda Off Skates.  But I was expecting it.  So it wasn’t as awful.  I said about 40 minutes in that I might have to sit out for Speed Skating, I hurt so bad.  But then Alice said it wouldn’t be hard.  Lies.  We lifted Thunda’s sandbell over our heads and threw it as hard as we could into the floor.  That was gratifying.  “FUCK YOU EVERYTHING DIE FLOOR DIE!”  And we jogged a lot (death.)  And we sprinted, like running sprinted.  I hate running.  We did this in partners (mine was SheWho.)  I went first and started as if I were sprinting on my skates.  I was halfway across the room before I realized I’d even started, and then I almost fell over cuz I was going so fast.  And then I was all “yeah.  I’m fucking badass.”  Apparently I like sprinting.  (I like to do it at Spin Class, too. Even though it’s hard/hurts, I like to do it…)

Spin Class–funny.  Friday mornings are Kim Spin.  But when school’s out, she often has Bill sub.  I can only go when school’s out, so I went yesterday (no kids yesterday, didn’t have to be there til 8, and could be dripping sweat–I was, too.)  Bill was in there when I arrived all “you’re a glutton for these early morning classes.” Um.  No.  I’m not.  I go once every 6-8 weeks when I have a day off.  That’s all.  But Kim was running the class.  He got his sub days mixed up.  Bwaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahha.  Yes.  And as Kim was getting class started, he stood there all pathetic and whiny and said things like “you know, I had three cups of coffee…”  What do you want, Bill?  A pity teach?  Go home or get on a bike.  Geeze.  Anyway, so class was good.  I sweat A LOT.  Either b/c  I was sweating chocolate or b/b I haven’t been in a while.  Anyway, I decided it was time to get some clip in shoes, but they are not “in season” or whatever so Sports Authority isn’t carrying them (lame.)  I bought some online:  They are sweet.  They should be here Tuesday.  Yay.  (And my research prior to ordering included a text conversation w/ Misto–did you know she Spins several times a week, too?)

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After Spin, on my way to work, I got a beautiful, orgasmically gratifying neck crack in.  Like C1-C… whatever the last one is.  C6?  Which was great.  Except I had my appointment with Dr. Borman scheduled, and since it cracked yesterday morning, it wouldn’t (and didn’t) when I saw him in the afternoon.  Couldn’t have happened three days ago.  Lame.  Anyway, got to my appointment and one of the first things he did was crack the upper part of my back.  When I get stressed, I get a huge knot in my right shoulder blade.  It was the size of a clementine for a while in like 2005.  It hasn’t been an issue lately, and wasn’t really yesterday, but it was definitely forming and that area was tight.  Anyway, he cracked that top part of my back and it was UH-MAZE-iNG.  OMG.  I was like “alright see you later.” Afterward because that was sooooo what I needed.  I stayed for the UltraSound massage, though.  And he fixed my elbow (it creaks when I do my pushups.)

Anyway, then, like a dumbass, I went to Off Skates/Speed Skates.  Oh well.  Oh, and Tim used all the Epsom Salt.  Boys!  Ugh!

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The Spiral Continues

Food:

  • Jimmy Dean Turkey Sausage Muffin
  • Apple
  • Salad w/ light balsamic vinaigrette and gorgonzola cheese
  • peppers, carrots, hummus
  • Beer, Coke Zero w/ Vodkas
  • Martini, Filet, Lobster Bacon Mac, green beans, caesar salad

Exercise:

  • Body Combat (boo)
  • Body Pump

Body Combat was terrible yesterday.  I am awful at it, and i kept getting lost, and I almost walked out several times.  I stuck it out and did Body Pump after.  I hate lifting, too, but at least I can do that.

Then shopping–yay!  New jeans size 8 from Levi’s (last year I had to get size 16s, so holy shit!)  Size 6 pants on clearance at Eddie Bauer so I will be comfortable at work.  New Nike’s on clearance from the outlet (mine are ghetto 1999 style, so these new ones are sweet.)  They’re navy blue w/ chartreuse accents.  Which is cool, but clashes with my black pants.  Oh well.

This lady was really mean to me at Nike.  It was super busy, so I walked over to the only place I could find a seat to try on four pairs of shoes (which I was carrying along with a pair of sweats and bags from several stores I’d already hit.)  This lady started complaining and pointed at my sweats and said “hit in the face.”  Had I hit her with my sweats when I sat down?  So I said “I’m sorry… ?”  And she said “Well you don’t have to be so RUDE.  You could say ‘EXCUSE ME'” and turned her back on me.  I said “I didn’t realize I’d done anything, and as soon as I heard you, I apologized.”  She ignored me.  I got up and moved.

Came home, put on my new Skinny Jeans and a Nuggets Tee Shirt and waited for Tim so we could go to the movies.

My principal called me.  An English teacher had a baby.  Her sub resigned Friday.  Apparently I will be teaching her classes for the next month. Which is awesome!  But I have no idea what they’re learning, what they’re supposed to do Monday, and the Assistant Principal who was supposed to call me w/ that info never did.  So I’m stressing a bit.

We saw Hansel and Gretel.  Then we went to The Outback for dinner and Tim got mad at me and it was awful and then we came home and I locked myself in the bedroom watching The Time Traveler’s Wife on TV.

He was going to go skiing with his friends this weekend and stayed home b/c I had a rough week.  I told him to go, because I knew this would happen, it always does, and I have no patience for it anymore, which only added to the awful.  I take him to the movies.  He doesn’t thank me.  We’re sitting having drinks and he starts talking about Wicked as if he’s ever seen the play or read the book (he hasn’t.)  I say it would be cool if we could go to a play once in a while.  And he blows up about how I don’t appreciate him staying home with me instead of going skiing.  He just went to a movie I wanted to see–why isn’t that enough?

If it’s such a chore hanging out with me, i wish he would stop.  Which is why I told him to go to the fucking mountains and ski with his friends.  He never wants to do anything with me.  Ever.  And when I finally drag him out, begrudgingly, on my own dime, all he does is complain and say I should be grateful he even came out.

And then he starts bitching that all I ever do is derby, and Tim should come first (and he should) but derby comes first etc etc etc.  It was really downhill from there.  Maybe i should quit.  I’m not getting out of it what I put into it.  My husband hates me.  I’m teaching tomorrow.  And i’m sitting here waiting around to go to practice.

Clearly a turning point for me.  What’s going to happen?

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Karma sucks when you’re an asshole. Apparently I’m an asshole.

Food:

  • honey nut cheerios w/ 1% milk, banana, coffee, hazelnut creamer
  • apple, greek yogurt w/ fruit and granola
  • salad w/ tofu and light balsamic vinegar.  VitaRain Zero.
  • natural almond butter with honey and simply blackberry jam on wheat w/ 1% milk
  • Triscuits w/ reduced fat cream cheese, english cucumber slices, and smoked salmon.
  • Wine.  Chocolate Peanut Butter Moose Tracks Ice Cream.  Dove Chocolates

Exercise:

  • 50 toe push ups
  • 50 situps (25 crunches, 25 cobras)
  • Short Reilly Walk
  • Spin Class

Spin Class was great, but…  weird.  Leslie class, so it was fabulous.  My seat was taken when I got there, so I had to sit elsewhere.  So did five other “regulars.”  There’s this fat guy that’s been coming since the new year.  Sometimes he stares at me.  But when he notices me notice him staring, he looks away.  You know, like you’re supposed to do.  Yesterday he had to sit in front of me, so that was a relief.

I talk about him like I’m being judgmental.  I’m not.  I’m proud of him.  It’s clear Spin Class is so difficult for him.  Sometimes he has to sit out for drills, but he never gives up.  He’s always there, on time, he stays the whole class, and even when he sits out for part, he keeps riding.  And he’s lost some weight already.

So I was cheering when he sat in front of me, since it meant he couldn’t stare at me.  Then this other dude, who annoys me, sat on the other bike in front of me.  He annoys me b/c he wears his cycling outfit to class.  And he shaves his legs.  And he puts a pedometer on his bike.  And he sweats puddles onto the mat below him (it’s gross.)  None of these things would be such a big deal, and weren’t, until yesterday.  He was late.  Leslie was instructing us during our warm-up, and I felt eyes on me.  He was on his bike, fully turned around, neck craning, giving me a cheesy grin.  I met his eyes, grimaced (gave him my fake “wtf do you want stop staring at me asshole” grin), and looked strait back at Leslie.  He continued craning and staring.

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Eventually, he turned around.  But continued to annoy me by first not doing the things Leslie instructed us to do.  When she says stand: fucking stand up, asshole.  When she says sprint: fucking sprint, asshole.  Etc.  W.T.F.  ???  If you’re too good for my teacher and this class, go ride a bike somewhere else.  Period.

Then I caught this dipwad staring at me in the fucking mirror.  I’m the only one who gets to stare at me in the fucking mirror.  Look away, asshole.  Look away.

I go there to workout.  I go there to forget evaluations and Contenders and Practice Squad and Fight Club and the fight I had with Tim and Reilly pulling on her leash, etc.  I don’t go there to bat eyelashes at some fucking bald jock in his damn cycling outfit who’s craning his neck to look at me and trying to make google-y eyes in the mirror.

I was pissed.  But I just stared at Leslie and ignored him.  The staring and craning continued the full hour.  (As he poured sweat like a fire hydrant onto the mat below him.  Gross, dude.  Gross.)

So then I go to drive home, right?  Yeah.  Totally almost killed myself.  It was blizzardy on top of ice, and there’s a sharp turn w/ a cliff as you exit the Rec Center.  I was only going 20, but my brakes/steering wheel picked that moment to freeze.  My brain was processing whether the yellow-black caution sign things would hold my car when I slammed into them when I finally made the hard left and came to a stop at the curb.  (5 feet from death.  Or at least a major fucking accident and the death of my car.)

Then I went home and showered and ate salmon triscuits and ice cream and drank wine.

Here is a picture of the “cliff” from Google Earth.  It was much scarier in a blizzard.  At night…

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Mojo

Food: (Haven’t been using Fitbit to track food lately…)

  • Honey Nut Cheerios, 1% milk, banana, coffee, sugarfree hazelnut creamer
  • Apple, Greek Yogurt w/ fruit and granola
  • 1% cottage cheese, ham and provolone on wheat (w/o condiments, b/c condiments are evil.)
  • Chocolate Coconut cake (which I also forgot to list yesterday–my “Colin Mom” goody of the week.)
  • Naked Green Machine w/ Greek Yogurt, Honey, and Whey Protein.
  • PIZZA.  and WINE.

Exercise:

  • Short Reilly Walk
  • 73 Toe Pushups (23 uh…  hand release? push-ups @ practice)
  • 73 Situps (25 crunches, 25 cobras, 23 full-out sit-ups)
  • 2 hr league practice
  • 30 minute scrimmage w/ FC vs. Hoods
  • 30 minute FC drill (holy exhaustion, btw.)

I’m not being a very consistent non-TBTer so far this round.  Basketball is keeping me from exercising as much as I like, I’m eating bleh, I’m not using Fitbit to it’s potential in terms of tracking my caloric intake, I’m not even blogging consistently, etc.  I have done my pushups and situps almost every day, though, and I think I’m seeing results. (At the very least I can do 25-30 pushups w/o needing to rest.)  Time will tell.

Yesterday my “monthly gift” arrived.  Thank mother nature.  Holy shitballs.  I’m definitely more… ah… chill… than even yesterday morning.  Still a bit crazy, but hey.

Practice.  We did stuff I’m good at, so that was cool…  and then despite not originally being invited to participate in the FC/Hood scrimmage during TT practice time, the Conts had a last minute invite so most of us skated.  That was cool.  And fun.  And surreal.  And then we did a four-wall w/ a jammer trying to break through drill…  when it was my turn to jam I could hear myself wheezing.  I may actually be related to Darth Vader.  That’s what I sounded like.  It’s exhausting doing that any time, but against four FCers…  Um.  Yeah. But I didn’t give up.  For two whole minutes.  And I think I got by once… and around/through most of them a couple times…  so that was cool.  I guess.

I think it’s pretty clear Evals have been really tough for me.  I really hate being on the committee.  It’s like…  it was hard not making Contenders, and then when I made it, I felt soo much pressure, and realized it’s even harder actually making it.  And then Evals are hard not knowing, right?  Yeah.  1,000x worse knowing.  OMG.

Anyway.  I had two emails this week out of the blue from super awesome skaters telling me to keep my chin up, that I’m doing great.  And of course you guys have been saying that same thing for weeks…  it’s just cool.  My favorite part of derby is how we all take care of each other. It’s evals and we all want the same thing but we support each other in our own goals rather than being negative-ly competitive.  You know?  It’s not just what people are saying to me, but what I’m seeing on the track and in people’s actions and demeanor.  I can look at two girls who I know are fighting for the same spot, who I know realize they are fighting for the same spot, and I can see them cheering each other on, and doing everything they can to help the other girl succeed.

Basically: derby girls are fucking awesome.  (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QK8mJJJvaes)

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