That 217 weigh in was 8 lbs of pizza, popcorn, beer and surely bloat. I weighed in at 209 again this morning.
The better news is that I volunteered at the Spartan Beast in Ottawa Canada yesterday. The beast is the biggest of the three distances (excluding the invitational Ultra). It was just under 25km (15.5 miles), and had at least 30-40 obstacles. It was run on Mont Ste Marie ski hill. A friend tracked the elevation and it was a doozy! (up and down 6 times!). After helping out with the obstacles, water stations and cheering on the racers, I've realized that I think it is best that I got injured this year. I know in my heart I could of finished it. And my race time is not important (the winner was 3:01 and the longest was 11:31) - but I want to be able to do the course and enjoy the suffering (as Spartan races are always grueling) instead of feeling like I'm done like I felt at the last obstacle at this year's Sprint (a mere 5.1 km, 20+ obstacles!!).
The best news is that I traveled to Ottawa on Saturday night with 2 women who I met online (via a race related FB page) - one was racing, the other was volunteering due to an injury as well. We stayed at a woman's house whom I've never met in person, who opened her door to us (She had just completed the beast in Toronto the weekend before and was volunteering in Ottawa as well). We had a bbq and two other women from the same group came over and we chatted all things fitness, getting back in shape from illness, obesity, or just a sedantry lifestyle.
It was an amazing 24 hours where I met new friends to support me in my journey to the Trifecta next year. Women who have faced their own forms of adversity and share the love for obstacle course racing.
And as a motivator (one of many!), I bought a pair of Spartan Race running capris - size large - the biggest size they had, and I cannot get them higher than mid thigh. Challenge accepted Reebok. Challenge accepted!
P.S. THANK YOU to all of you who have been incredibly supportive over the last year - I think the combination of MFP and the OCR group on Facebook, I could not ask for a better group of people behind me.
Posted on 7/22/2013 by velix
I got on the scale this morning after a bad night of pizza, beer and popcorn (and realistically, a year of eating like crap, and hardly moving my ass for more than a few days in a row). It said 217.8. I almost cried. I have not felt this horrible and gross in over 2 years.
I am trying to harness this shitty feeling - remember it (again) and use it to force my ass back on track.
This is simply ridiculous and I am ashamed of the support you have all given me - hardly feels deserved this last year. Thank you for not giving up hope on me even if I blatantly did. NO MORE EXCUSES (or rationalizations!).
Off to Ottawa volunteer at the Spartan Beast. A race I SHOULD be running had I stuck to my plan last year. Looking forward to meeting a great group of women who I admire and inspire me - no one can make change but me. It's time for me to be accountable again, and stop lying to myself about the damage I've done.
Posted on 7/20/2013 by velix
As anyone who has read this blog (or heard me rant on my profile page), I have been in a steady state of decline in terms of regaining weight and not being faithful to my exercise regime over the last year. This is in complete contrast to the big dreams I had for this year.
Last year I ran my first Spartan spring, loved it. Ran the Run for your Lives 5k OCR for my birthday in the fall. I have a strange love/hate relationship with the sport of obstacle course racing. In essence, I love the idea of them, I love parts of them while running the races, and I LOVE the feeling of ass kicking accomplishment that comes with finishing them.
For my birthday, my sister bought me a Spartan season pass for 2013 so that I could work towards my goal of obtaining my trifecta before my 40th birthday this fall. I ran the Sprint in May, did a Mud Hero race for fun with my daughter, and was getting into the mental groove to tackle the Super (12k, 20+ obstacles) and the Beast (22k 25+ obstacles). I had resigned myself that I was not in the shape I was planning on being by this time, and started looking at how to simply endure the course, make it through my sure to be many burpees, and simply accomplish my goal no matter how long it took me. I have a great community of women in a facebook group dedicated to OCR's that really made me want to push myself.
And push myself I did.
There was a group challenge a few weeks back - complete 150 or 300 full burpees (w/push ups) - as per your physical ability - in one day. I have a hard head. I wanted to go for the 300 even though I had never done chest to the ground burpees before. I managed to do 210 in 4 hours (sets of 20). I could not do any more. The next day, I was in a lot of muscular pain. Typical, I believed since I was not really half in shape as I dreamed of being....
A couple of days later, I went to show a friend the full burpee and as I was pulling out into plank position felt the most disgusting rip along my lower abdomen. I grabbed at my stomach, stood up embarrassed and continued on with my night. When I went to bed, I could no longer roll over, sit up or lift my legs without assistance (and a horrid ripping sensation across my lower stomach). To cough or sneeze, I had to bend over and push firmly on my lower stomach to minimize the pain.
Then I did the Mud Hero race with my daughter. After a few obstacles that I had to modify due to pain, I approached a fireman's pole and sat there thinking I should just climb down the structure... Against my own judgement, I went down a fireman's pole and fell into a heap on the ground as I felt the sharp ripping feeling tear across my stomach - like a hot knife slicing every fiber. Refusing the medics, I continued and finished the race.
Now, 6 days to the Spartan Super, my lower abs feel about 70% better. I can cough again, lift my legs again while laying on my back, but can tweak the injury pretty easily if I twist my torso too fast or sit up without using my hands for support from certain angles. I am not sure I can do a full burpee and am too afraid to try, lest I tear the muscles again.
The harsh reality of this situation for me is that this injury is 100% my fault. It is the reality between big dreams of being something that I am - in actuality - not (or at least not yet). I am not in shape anymore, and pushing 210 burpees on a weak abdomen was irresponsible of me. It was one thing to think I could take the races slow and finsh them, but it is another thing to hardly lift a finger towards getting my body into the shape it needs to be to push my body well past its limits. Knowing that my body is no where near the shape I dream it to be, the limits in my head and my physical limits are two different things.
And so, if I am to be honest with myself, this is my consequence of not training hard enough, not training long enough, not training properly for the grueling (if exhilerating) Spartan races. I will still aim to do a few less competitive races this summer, but have to be realistic and admit I am in no condition to complete my Trifecta before my 40th birthday. It's a hard pill to swallow - harder still as it is a pill of my own making.
And so, I am faced with making the decision to call it a 'season' and forfeit my last two races. I must now get to work on making that dream a reality for next year - perhaps this is the lessonI needed to make me realize that a dream cannot be materialized without the hard work necessary to make it come true. With this, it is time to make changes (for what feels like the hundreth time). Turn to the amazing group of women here and on the FB group and push hard to train for next year - I WILL get my trifecta - just in a different age group!
Posted on 6/23/2013 by velix
Remembering them when you are in a slump is hard.
One of my motivations for losing weight and getting healthy is my two daughters - 16 and 20. I want them to see me happy and healthy. I want them to know that you can do anything you set your mind to. I want them to enjoy a healthy lifestyle as the default instead of struggling to make big life changes like I've been struggling with. So far, they have made me proud. My oldest daughter enjoys the gym even if she goes alone, and my youngest played football on her high school team for the last two years.
One thing I never dreamed of is being active and healthy together. Two weeks ago, my 16 yr old and I went Stand-up Paddle Boarding together for the first time with a couple of friends. Today we went for our first run together (3.2 km) and this coming Saturday, we are running our first obstacle course race together (Mud Hero, Montreal).
For myself, I am proud that I am trying new things, getting out there and being active as I get older. But even more than that, as a mom, I am so happy that we can be active, try new things, and ultimately, build a bond that brings us closer together in a way that is healthy for the both of us =)
Posted on 6/10/2013 by velix
Losing weight is a mental challenge and a mental battle as well as physical one on so many levels. I struggle with wanting to be thin and 'look good' (yes, even at 39, I am concerned with not only how I feel, but how I look to - and how I look directly impacts how I feel, no matter how much I try to fight it on a "I know better" level) and wanting to be healthy. I know these are not mutually exclusive, but at times, it sometimes feels like it.
I struggle with body image, even when I feel fantastic. My profile photo from yesterday's race is case in point. I was sad when I saw my race pictures. I did not feel like what I looked like. At least to me, what I see when I look at the image of a plus sized woman covered in mud. I don't mean to be self-deprecating - but I felt like a lean powerhouse on some of the obstacles yesterday - I was hoping to see that reflected in the pictures. I know my friends and colleagues see something completely different, but its hard to see yourself through other people's eyes.
But along this journey that is my life and battle with weight, healthiness, and body image, I have discovered that I can do anything I set my mind to. I am goal oriented - and this is news to me. When I finished my PhD at 38 years old, I realized that I had conquered an intellectual peak I only dreamed of. Next, I wanted to conquer a physical feat - beyond just losing weight.
What obstacle course racing has taught me so far is that no matter what I think of my body (in terms of body image) if I push past my mental hurdles (see my last post about getting over myself...) I am able to do things I never thought possible. It is not about big or thin, it is about health and drive. Ambition. I know that I am strong. That I am able. These races show me that I am healthy (or healthier than I think/look...) even if I have more weight to lose.
They also show me what I need to work on. They remind me that I still have a long way to go to be as competitive (with myself) in real life as I am in my head. They show me that it's not about losing 10 or 20 more pounds, but that I need to work on my cardio, lung capacity, upper body strength, stamina, endurance, to push myself past my own limits, and keep moving forward even when I want to quit.
These are things that counting my calories, working out at the gym 5 days a week and weighing and measuring my body does not do for me and my mental well-being. Obstacle course racing helps me get over my body as an outter image, and focus on it as a machine that can be tweaked, tuned and made to perform better in activities. While I still feel insecure at the start line, and moan over my finishing photos, 5 minutes after the start, I forget about body image and just do. Wether its struggling up a mountain side, crawling through mud under barbed wire or feeling like a beast doing the Heculean Hoist, I forget about what my body looks like and focus on what it can do.
It is a lesson that I am constantly learning with each race and each time I train for one. It is a constant work in progress, moving closer to being healthy instead of being 'thin' again.
Posted on 5/26/2013 by velix
I am sitting here waiting for a friend to call so that we can head out for one last trail run before Saturday's Spartan Sprint. I did the sprint last year, and another OCR and absolutely loved it - well - I loved the feeling of accomplishment afterwards, and getting full of mud. I have trained more this year in some ways - like actually getting my ass on a trail and jogging for more than 30 seconds at a time. But I haven't trained in other ways as I did last year (no gym for a few months = no weight training). Of course, I've done a lot of crazy yard work, pick axing, wheel barrows full of top soil uphill, carrying 50lbs cement bags - all very Spartan worthy activities.
But I feel fat.
It is horrible I know. But with the extra pounds that I have on my body, it's all through my mid section - my 'spare tire' is prominent - and not very attractive in my running tights.... or tight tank top that is essential for crawling in the mud then running 5k....
But I am a Libra. I can never feel and think the same thing. My brain tells me that just because I am 208lbs, does not mean I am not strong (and fit to a certain extent). My training and racing partner only weighs about 140 tops and is 5'1. She succeeded on all obstacles last year and did no burpees. I am jealous because she can make it across the monkey bars and I can't let go of one. But she admits that she did not try the wheelbarrow full of top soil uphill when she was helping me with my yard work cause she knew her strength (and limits) - she is a great friend - constantly reminding me that our strengths and weaknesses are different. I know that strong comes in all shapes and sizes. Roller Derby girls, weight lifters have big girls that kick ass and even excel at their sport (in case ot RD, size comes in handy if you are going to be a blocker!). I KNOW in my head that I can kick ass too.
But when I have to squeeze into clothes that stick to me like glue, I feel like people are laughing at me - thinking - who do I think I am, I KNOW that "no one cares" and "do my own thing" - my friend says its because I am egocentric that I think that people are looking at me - but I think its more about comparing myself to other people - which at 40 - can't I just get over myself already and just get out there and screw any negativity I feel coming my way?
I KNOW that running the Spartan races - whether I finish in record time, or come in last, that I am out there doing it and that's all that matters. But damn if I don't feel like I should be wearing a sports bra and hotpants with washboard abs at 40 (like so many of the fantastic women in the OCR world). I KNOW I can't keep comparing myself to others - and the worse of it all - I KNOW i can change the way I feel and look if I just focus - that I can actually change the body I have ... I mean, I still get out there - and usually 20 minutes into a trail run, I feel fucking fantastic (yes, swearing is necessary here) - but damn if the mental turmoil I struggle with each and every time I get ready to go out doesn't damage my soul just a little bit.
On that note - shoes are tied, and out the door I go - feeling nauseous but out nonetheless.
Posted on 5/23/2013 by velix
A small update on my short term goals, as they've been rejigged .... the 'no alcohol' thing didn't pan out - BUT - I had a big talk with a very good friend (and Spartan training partner) and the deal is to drink IN MODERATION - and NOT DAILY. So far, this has worked out very well. I have drank twice since my last post. Monday after shoveling 15 cubic feet of to soil from the alley way to my yard, got to use my wheelbarrrow skills (I do "wheelbarrow squats w/weight at the gym) - was a fantastic day of hard labor. And ONE glass of wine, 6 oz measured and logged last night as I finished up some work. I feel good about consuming alcohol "normally" again.....
I have logged every morsel that has gone into my mouth for the last few days - and I feel really good about it. I see myself making better decisions even in only a few days, as I am visually aware (even though I KNOW the crappiness of the crap I have been eating) SEEING it just seems to make a difference for me.
I have not made it to the gym yet, but I am ok with that - I did massive yard work (pick axing and digging a hell of a trench) last Friday and Monday's top soil work, and did a 6.69km hike up Mt Royal (elevation approx 600 ft, nothing crazy, but am super proud of our 1.18hr time - especially considering how slow I went up those billion stairs at the top!
But the best part is - on April 16th, I was 212 and VERY discouraged. This morning, I am 205 - and very motivated. Just did a fantastic grocery run to have salads all week (with nuts, seeds dried fruit and feta - mm mmm!). Next goal - under 200 by May 20th - then I can feel great running the Spartan Sprint on the 25th!
So my pals - for me - this proves that progress begets progress and is the best motivational tool out there!
Posted on 5/09/2013 by velix
Trying to climb back into a wagon that feels a mile high, I have decided to start with small goals. I keep thinking "I've lost 68lbs, gained 24, making my goal 55lbs...". But I think that is part of what is crippling me - thinking about the big number; the long term. So - on that note - after reading a lot of my MFP friends' status' filled with encouraging words and shared struggle, I am going back to baby steps. 5lbs at a time, and short term goals.
My first Spartan race of the season is in 21 days. I am no where near where I thought I would be at this point. Very little training (besides a handful of mountain hikes). I know the course will kick my ass. But in a weird way, I want it to. My second race is just under a month after that, and the beast - which I keep flip flopping back and forth about whether or not it is dumb of me to even attempt - is a month after that. On good days, my thought is - at least show up, try. It is better to fail then not try at all right?
So - short term goals:
1. No Alcohol for 21 days.
For me, this is a big deal. While I would not call myself an alcoholic, the 'definition' (and any detox clinic) would. I drink every day, and my tolerance is ridiculously high. I rarely get drunk. But my intake is ridiculous. It is bad for my health, my weight loss, my sleep patterns and my psyche.
2. Get to the Gym 3 times a week for the next 3 weeks.
I would love to say go every day, but I want my goal to be attainable in hopes that the three days will inspire me to go more - and will be considered gravy.
3. Log, measure, weigh everything BEFORE I eat.
I have been slack in this department. I locked my diary hoping that would help me be more 'honest'. But I realized that shame, etc is not my problem. It is habit. When I was on top of everything, I didn't put a bite in my mouth without logging it first. It was an automatic behavior. I logged the good, the bad, and the ugly and it was always open for anyone to see. Locking my diary actually felt wrong. Accountability is part of the reason I am part of this community, and for myself, I need it to be open so that my friends can remind me of things when they feel it needs to be said.
I think that these three things for the next 21 days is my goal. After the Spartan Sprint, I will see where I am at both physically and mentally and reconfigure my next set of short term goals.
Posted on 5/04/2013 by velix
If I keep repeating this to myself it will be true right?
In the spirit of starting over, I take my "starter" photos (back, front, side OMG UGH! as bad as day 1 2010!!) and re-take my measurements & weight...(not quite as bad as the pics). Then I decide to go to the gym. Start getting ready and can't find my wallet, can't find my HRM, can't find my earphones, scrambling around to find each item, my anxiety levels are through the rough. It's now 11:30, I know darn well the gym is going to be stinky and crowded, but I can't bring myself to go workout outside - plus I need to work on some upper body strength for the upcoming Spartan Sprint (only a month away!).
I know it is all in my head. But damn, I am so frustrated that I let myself down this much. I am down to only one pair of pants "fitting" and that is being kind .... none of my workout clothes fit anymore, I feel gross and uncomfortable in everything I put on my body - let alone gym clothes. I KNOW these are the very reasons to GET OFF MY ASS - but they are also the very reasons I have been hiding in my house most of the last 6 months.
The silly thing is, I KNOW that when I get out, I feel amazing. Monday's hike up a small mountain (elevation 480+ 4.8km up) made me feel like I was on top of the world, halfway through the hike, I forgot about how much I hate my body right now, no longer self-conscious as I tore back the layers and just put my all into it... I KNOW no one cares what I look like at the gym - I KNOW how to lose weight - I have the most supportive (and patient/tolerant) support network here on MFP - yet, as I am typing this, HRM on, shoes on, gym bag packed, my skin is breaking out in hives. Sometimes, I really hate the human psyche! ....
With that, and a pit of nausea in my belly - it's off to the gym ....
Posted on 4/25/2013 by velix
Decided to stay home and work out. While gym training is great (and motivational for me), I am trying to start focusing on Spartan training, today was a baby step.
I did two short circuits for a total of 32 minutes with a 2 minute break between 1 and 2:
Circuit 1: Body Weight/Cardio
15x2 4-pt Burpees
15x2 body weight squats
15x2 lunges (per leg w/ 2 5lbs weights)
15x2 kneeling push=ups
Circuit 2: Weights
10x2 pec flys
10x2 rear delts
10x2 russian twists
10x2 pelvic lift w/ball
10x2 military squats w/two 10 lbs weights
10X2 Resistance Band (heavy) bicep curls
Only 32 minutes in total (including a 2 minute break in between the first and second circuit.
Posted on 1/14/2013 by velix
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