“I’d prefer to be fat than go for a run right now”—Me. Right now. Because holy hell and OHMAGAWD it’s so dark out and I can’t find any motivation to run/exercise/move lately. Vut ees vrong wit mee? For reals, yo. I am googling (cheapo) personal trainers and/or bootcamps right now. Just for a month kick start, or something; anything.
I shall pay for motivation. Because motivation not currently found. Melbourne peeps, any suggestions? Emailz me (firstname.lastname@example.org) pleazzze :)
I started a new job today. Quit the old. Started the new. And after one simple day the stress that has been my life is gone. Boom. Just like that. And now I can wear nail polish again (yes, that was a no-no at Old Job), wear my nose stud if I desire (probs won’t though), and not work, oh I don’t know, past 11pm.
New Job is awesome. It’s simple and mindless and a complete travel job, and if my heart wants to wear flip-flops to work, hell, even my pjs, it can. It’s 9 - 5. Monday to Friday. A very vacay-extra-moola type of job. Lots of young people with half heads shaved, or neck and hand tattoos. Despite not being a hipster, I think I’ll be happy there.
I lost my Burberry Coat. If I were to express my true sadness about this incident you would think I was mad. But if you’ve been reading this blog for a while you’ll know how much it meant to me. My heart aches for it.. it has always been my ultimate goal piece… and as to how I lost it? It’s one of those awful incidents where it literally just disappeared. I know I wore it last Tuesday… but then that’s it. I can’t remember bringing it home, and well, I am so sad about this.
Remember that time I went to Everest? Well four of the folks I did it with happen to be in Melbourne next week. I am super-duper-duper excited for our reunion.
Matt and I had date-night tonight. A simple subway dinner (we’re so romantic, I know), a walk along the river, $20 lost at the casino, I beat him in the arcade basketball game (I’m such a baller. PUN!), and now he is asleep next to me. Pretty perfect if you ask me.
City and Colour next Wednesday. Can’t wait to see them on this side of the world.
I am addicted and obsessed with Revenge. Just watched episode 15 and am trying so hard not to watch 16. It’s 1:14am… must. sleep. now.
Monday marks three months in Melbourne. Just me, or does it not feel like way longer?
I am getting these tomorrow, despite most of the comments when I asked a few posts ago telling me not to. Apparently I do do what I want.
Speaking of comments, two things; thank you so much, I so very much appreciate them and read them all. And, just please remember my blog, this blog, is simply little moments I choose to share. So yes, I may sit down and spill my guts about my weight, and food, and my bod-ay, but that doesn’t mean I’m spending 24/7 on it, just remember that please :)
I am going to go for a run tomorrow. If I blog it, it’ll come true - right?
I wish I could watch a mere five minutes of my future, perhaps the year 2022. I am so at a loss of where my place is in this world, and just want some guidance, something to prove it’ll all work out. Something to shove me in the right decision, even the right continent I’d appreciate…
This weekend I am going to Bristol-Board my weight and running plans. Oh yes, and they will be going up on my room’s walls.
Life is good. I am lost, so lost, but happy. And I have a strong desire to play Cranium.
I suppose I’ve been avoiding this post for two reasons, I) because it’s just so repetitive - I feel like I’ve written this 1,001 times; ‘today I gained weight. And this is my weight. Tomorrow I will lose weight.’
Because I really don’t care if random, strangers know my weight, but my boyfriend? There is something just so unsettling about him knowing it… that’s the main reason I’ve been avoiding sitting down and actually writing this post, but I know it’ll help me if I do - hold me accountable, force me to face the facts, so (big breath…) here goes:
WW Start Weight: 178.8 pounds | 81.3 kg (April 16, 2012) WW Current Weight: 175.34 pounds | 79.7 kg (April 26, 2012)
05% goal: 169.1 pounds | 76.9 kg —> Reward: 3 new nail polishes 10% goal: 160.4 pounds | 72.9 kg —> Reward: New Hair Straightener 50% goal: 150.9 pounds | 68.5 kg —-> Reward: New Dress Target Weight: 125 pounds | 56.8 kg
What is there to add? I told my sister this morning I currently weigh 175 and she was shocked. What have you been doing?she asked, and the answer is I don’t really know. And by ‘don’t really know’ I mean eating like a champion. Obviously.
If I actively stop caring about my weight - I gain a lot of weight
If I half-ass a weight loss plan - I maintain my weight
If I count calories/points and am on100% of the time - I lose weight
I’m sure it’s not like that for everyone, but it’s like that for me, a sad reality of my life and something I’ll probably always battle. I don’t really know what else to say, just that I’ve accepted my recent huge gain and I hope you people in Internet-Land know how hard this post was for me. It’s not something I’m proud of (obvs), but a reality to my life, and something I definitely want to, wait WILL, change.
And so the story keeps on going… Week 1 down, a lifetime to go.
It was all very stupid on my part. The text book definition of Drama Queen:
Matt: What do you want for dinner, a hot dog? Me: Umm… I don’t know. Matt: You can have it without the bun? Me: —- Matt: What? ~ Cue me mumble something about him making assumptions I shouldn’t eat carbs. Tears coming to my eyes. Yes, TEARS. And me hurriedly leaving the kitchen. ~
I KNOW. I KNOW. Whoa. Poor Matt. But it’s hard. Hard being in a relationship and trying to lose weight. I often feel really bad that I’m overweight and need to lose weight; I feel like I’m taking something away from our relationship.
Bear with me here..
I’ve always believed food was a huge part to any relationship (hmm, perhaps this is why I’m hefty? Hmm…?). But really, food brings great enjoyment to a couple’s life. The anticipation of a romantic dinner out, a spontaneous ice-cream walking down the beach, alternate cooking each other meal nights, trying new restaurants, sharing each others favourite foods, bottles of wine in parks, beer before concerts, baking cookies and cupcakes, and, well, you get what I’m saying, and I guess it’s just that when someone (ie. me) is trying to lose weight in a relationship, especially a new relationship, it takes something away from it.
Matt and I can’t spontaneously get drunk on red wine on a Tuesday night (20 WW points), or go to a concert and have a few casual beers (12 points), or I can’t cook him a delicious pasta dinner (Billion WW point), or zip into McDs for a late night snack with him (17 WW points), or I can’t book us a fancy, romantic dinner for two… and well, it just sucks, a lot.
Now don’t get me wrong, I without hesitation know Matt isn’t with me because he hopes I’ll one day be some super hot gal strutting my stuff down the beach (he thinks that already, am I right Matt? Or am I am right? :) ), and my accentuated lady curves don’t bother him at all, and he wouldn’t care if I lost weight, or stayed the same, as long as I was happy, but the reality is I’m not happy with my body, and I want to change it - get healthier/sexier, y’know? and it’s just that I often find myself feeling guilty because I feel like I’ve robbed our relationship of the enjoyment of food. Boo-hiss.
I find the art of balancing weight loss in a relationship really hard. Like, hmm, how do I put this? I am excessively sensitive about everything and anything to do with weight loss (exhibit A: The hot dog incident above). Matt knows I am trying to lose weight (cough-we-met-through-this-blog-cough) and I’ve asked him to support me with my decision to lose weight (which he has/is), but it’s a balance, my God it’s a fine balance - him helping me lose weight without my crazy brain taking an offense.
Oh the poor guy… truly, what a sticky situation he is in!
I suppose I’ll probably be sensitive to weight/food issues my entire life (fact), but I’ve been trying really (really!!) hard lately not to read into things… things such as at the grocery store incident last week (this is exhibit B:), “what about grapes for dessert?” and he replied, “do we really need grapes?” The rest of the grocery store outing I walked around with my head at the floor thinking Matt thought I was fat. Matt later said he simply just didn’t want grapes.
OH MY GOD LIZ, STOP ASSUMING THE WORST.
I have started Weight Watchers (I swear - I will post my weight/WW info soon! I just suck at life) and a huge reason why I chose WW is because it lets me still enjoy a life eating out, cooking meals in the kitchen, getting drunk off drinking red wine, or enjoying a spontaneous ice-cream on the beach every now and then (key: every now and then).
I suppose life is all about learning, and learning I am when it comes to the balance of losing weight and being in a relationship. Which leads me to the actual point of this post, does anyone have any tips for me or Matt? How have you balanced only one person in a relationship trying to lose weight? Are you sensitive too? No? Oh.. that’s awkward, just me then, eh? OMG SHINY DISTRACTION THING… *as I awkwardly run away*
To me, this is the perfect body. Whether its been photoshopped or touched up? I have no idea (totes magotes probs has), but I like looking at this photo. It gives me motivation. Why exactly? I don’t know, I suppose it gives me a visible goal to work towards. She looks healthy, fit, not too skinny, but also sexy.
To be honest, I think I’d be eating very little and running a lot to actually get my body to look like this, and a big part of me believes I’ll never actually look like this… but I’m okay with that, it’s just nice to have goals, inspiration, y’know?
It’s hard. Like easier-said-than-done hard. If you’ve never had a chunk of weight to lose (lucky you!) you probably have no idea exactly how hard. It’s easy to want when you’re full, but not se easy to do when you’re hungry. It takes time. A long time. And the scale never lies; in the long run. Nev-er. You can only use excuses (water weight, starvation mode etc.) for so long, so if you’re not losing weight, you’re doing something wrong. And that something? is simply eating too much. It’s depressing how little the human body actually needs to survive. A calorie is a calorie is a calorie. However there are certain ways to maximise your calories (veggies/protein) and ways to burn through them quickly (mcDs) You’re given a certain amount of calories a day. Do not go over that.
Every day is a new, clean slate. The goal is to lay in bed and know you made the right decisions for that day. It’s discipline. Doing something you don’t want to do. It’s about not lying to yourself. Regardless, your body keeps an accurate journal of your decisions. It’s about not being content with yourself, therefore you change something. It’s knowing that quitting is not an option. It’s about distinguishing between a moment’s pleasure in the now, for a goal met in the future.
The basics of weight loss are rather quite simple. Eat less. Move more. Losing weight makes life better (and yes, I’m only talking to people who actually need to lose weight when I say that). True, it doesn’t solve your life problems, but my God it improves getting out of bed in the mornings. You can wear a lot more styles when you’re smaller. Not to mention tall boots. My damn calfs have never fit in any form of tall boots (love you Ugg boots).
Weight loss is all about food. You can get to your goal weight sitting on a couch. You can gain weight running marathons. That being said, exercise is important. It helps you stay on track, eat healthy, gain muscle, get a better metabolism and not be one of those skinny-fat people. That’s key. You can run. Marathons actually, I swear you can. You just have to start, and then go again and again and again. No matter what you’ll improve. Exercise is kinda awesome like that.
All diets work. All. Of. Them. The key is to stick with the one you choose. But that’s the really hard part, isn’t it? The journey of losing weight moves in phases. Rarely someone declares ‘today I shall start losing weight’ and from that moment forth their weight goes down. There are ups. And there are downs. Sticking with it, that’s what is key. If it were easy, everybody would have perfect bodies. But they don’t, actually, I think most men, woman, guys, girls struggle with their weight. Some are just secretive about it than others. And of course, yes, there are those other lucky ones. Everyone has a right to lose weight. Whether it’s 100 or 2 pounds. And, everyone has a right to improve their body (and no, I’m not talking about dropping below a healthy weight for your frame). I think a lot of people eat very little behind closed doors, which allows them to eat normally/a lot in public. And people’s ideas of ‘a lot’ of food sits on a huge spectrum. I also think more people have a shade of bulimia in their lives, than anyone could imagine. My humble thoughts, that one is.
Weight loss is 24 hours, 7 days a week. It’s harnessing that moment of ‘eff it, I don’t care, I’m going to eat it anyways.’ That’s the moment that’s killing you. Killing me. Weight loss is about 8 hours of sleep. Carrying water on you at all times. And rememebering there will be other chocolate bars or cupcakes or french fries. It’s sacrifice. It has to be. It’s calories-in, must be less than calories-out. It’s something that makes you feel better. Something that improves your health. Something that gives you more confidence that could feed into other parts of your life.
Weight loss is accomplishment. It’s about setting out to get something you want. It’s hard, so hard, but so, so worth it. It’s not eating when you’re not hungry, and remembering that once a meal has passed, it’s passed forever. At the end of the day it’s a lifestyle, and unfortunately often an obsession in today’s lovely world.
Weight loss is when your thoughts become words, your words become actions, and actions become habits. And those habits? They lead to a healthier you.
I don’t even know where to start with this post. Life. It’ll getcha. It’s got me. I am so overwhelmed with my new job…. but I must choose my Internet words wisely about that topic. Today I worked twelve hours. I am exhausted and tired and want a foot massage. I had big plans for a ‘weigh-in-wednesday’ post. How is it already Thursday? I must sleep. But I won’t. I’ve been homesick lately. Missing my sister and mom. Brother and dad. Angela, and the gang. Matt has been phenomenal. Matt, you are phenomenal. Thank you.
I also had big plans to chit chat about Weight Watchers. The Ts are crossed and Is are dotted and I have started the plan. So far, so good, but then again I’ve been working so much I’ve been missing meals. So ya… I don’t know.
My boss hates me. So there’s that. I was called into his office yesterday and told I had to step up my game. He held his hand high up and said these are my expectations, and then held his other really low, and said this is where you are. Today I tried so hard. So hard. The whole day. Every, single, second. I felt him watching me. Felt him finding fault even though I was trying so hard. Awful. When your best may not be good enough.
Walking home tonight I got chub-rub so badly I was on the verge of tears by time I got home. Or, wait. Perhaps those tears were sitting on the horizon because I feel like I’m going through a mini life crisis at the moment? I’ve decided in all Melbourne’s glory it is not the city for me. But I also know Toronto isn’t. And Matt is here. My family and friends are in Toronto. And neither city I like. Perhaps I am searching for something that doesn’t exist? I don’t know. I never know. But the burden of everything seems to be slowly crushing down on me, I even wondered if I was slipping into a slight depression. When I’m with people I’m fine. When I’m alone, I’m not.
My room is so messy, but I find I’m too tired to care. I’ve been eating 6” veggie subs (5 points each) a lot lately, the thought of cooking something seems impossible. I just have no time anymore. I don’t know. I never know. I’ll write more when it’s not nearly 1am, especially as I was hoping to fit a swim in before work tomorrow.
I’m sorry about this spontaneous post. I just felt I needed to tell someone.
I thought I’d post something every Monday that I find to be motivating, whether it be a quote, story, picture or photos.
This week I wanted to post the skinniest photos of me ever taken, anywhere, ever (in my opinion). When I started this journey way-back-when I had never seen what I looked like skinny, it was just this imaginary vision of myself I wanted.
And although I never got to a ‘healthy’ weight (I went from ‘obese’ to ‘over weight’) I now not only know what I’d look like healthier, but also have photos to admire (yes, admire).
The below aren’t necessary the prettiest or best photos of me, but my goodness, they motivate me when I look at them! Because look at how skinny I look (at least for me!).
Ignoring the whole I-Just-Ran-A-Full-Marathon thing, I love this photo because I’m rocking my running outfit here (that’s my marathon coach ps)
This photo I like because my arms n’ legs, hell, my whole body looks sexy. I RARELY (slash EVER) would describe my body as sexy, but it’s curvy, yet slim looking in this photo. Just call me Beyonce…
I believe this is my lowest weight EVER (around 146 pounds). I had just finished hiking to Base Camp Mt. Everest. I started to eat after to celebrate.
Enough said (that skirt is SO TIGHT on me now)
Me an ma horse. Riding pants are SO UNFLATTERING, yet those pants once didn’t fit me, then they got too big for me (above), and now they’re too tight.
A back view as I strut away because I have little to no back fat here.
Because I am sitting and have 1. no cellulite on my thighs (whoa), and 2. no major rolls of fat.
I hate side profile shots (my face looks so weird), but I like this pic as I feel I look rather normal size-wise in it.
These shorts don’t fit me anymore.
curvy, sexy, me? yes.
This coat doesn’t fit me anymore. And yes, I am wearing a sweater under it here.
Hmm. I could actually post tons more photos, but will spare you (you’re welcome), but the point is three things:
I want that body back SO BADLY,
HOW DID I NOT THINK I WAS SKINNY-ISH THEN? Weight loss and body image really is all in one’s head and,
It’s nice to know it’s possible. I CAN DO IT. I know this, because I once did it.
what if I were to tell you that a year from now, a year from this very moment, me and you had done it? we had both lost all the weight we had wanted to, and yes, we were each at our personal goal weights (oh happy day!).
and we’d both have those cliche after photos where we’re holding our old pants up telling the world to look at how big we once were! and perhaps I’d even be so bold as to post the before and after bikini photos of myself (because lord knows the befores exist somewhere (in a dungeon) on this laptop of mine).
but yes. we’d both be at our healthy, happy weights, and you’d be wearing your new (super sexy) red skinny jeans, or that pretty dress you wanted, or maybe simply jeans and a white t.shirt (my personal goal) and we’d meet.
at a small, cute cafe, or something like that. i’d have a coffee and perhaps you’d have a coke. and then we’d talk…
talk about the struggles. the temptations. the cheats. and the sacrifices. the sweat, the tears, the discouraging days and the victory days. we’d talk about the ups and downs that went with it. and then we’d talk about how worth it, it all was. how much better we feel. how that one change changed our lives. how that decision to commit with our whole being and then some changed everything.
we’d talk about our new found confidence. the definition in our arms when we reach for something high, and how we don’t mind asking sales people to get sizes for us anymore. and then we’d laugh about how all those people were somewhat right. that losing weight doesn’t suddenly change your life and take all your problems away, but it sure as hell makes life easier.
i’d tell you how I don’t lay in bed in the morning dreading finding something to wear, and you’d tell me how you now understand why people like shopping. we’d laugh a lot. and sincere compliments would fly. and we’d have big (huge!) smiles on our faces because we’d now know anything is possible. we both lost that weight that slowly crept on through hard work, dedication, and sacrifice. we took control of food and our lives. food wouldn’t control us anymore. !.
just you and me, 365 days from this moment, sitting in a cafe having reached our goals.
what if I was to tell you…
no matter what April 16, 2013 will happen. but the above will either happen. or it won’t. and oh how i want it to happen. andoh how i am going to make it happen.
the last few months have been a struggle weight wise;
traveling, settling down in australia, finding a routine, a job and, well, a life has been quite the adjustment. but i’m ready now. it’s taken me some time, but i am ready, so ready, for a change.
and yes, I know this is the millionth time I’m writing a commitment post (failure is only giving up, right?), but for the first time, in a long time, i’m excited about it and wanted to see if anyone wanted to join me on this journey of mine?
I’ll post lots of details this week (Weight Watchers is happening this Tuesday, and (whoa) I AM GOING TO POST MY WEIGHT REGULARLY again starting this Wednesday), but for now, I just want to ask…
Would your healthy-accomplished-self like to join me for a drink next April 16, 2013??
Perhaps you can comment and leave a quick rsvp to my virtual invite, maybe with something you’d like to have achieved in the next year? something you plan to change? how you’re going to do it?
I love getting new ideas and seeing I’m not alone :)
I have been shocked back into the working world. It’s Friday night and all I want to do is sleep until Monday. Work is exhausting business.
Oh, and the thought of having to workout AND work? BOGGLES MY MIND. How do you people do it? How did I once do it? Right now the two seem impossible to juggle.
It’s dark at 6pm in Melbourne. What the what? As my facebook news-feed chatters on and on about the beautiful weather back home, I am heading into winter. Rude.
Did you know I sweat when I eat salt n’ vinegar chips? because I do. Odd, right? I wonder if I’m allergic to something in them, hmmmm?
It’s official, I have concluded I have allergies. Or something. The other day I broke my personal number-of-sneezes-in-a-row record and must have ha-chooed about 45 times straight. Talent.
Melbourne is SO TINY. Wait, the WORLD IS SO TINY. My bloggy, this bloggy, isn’t exactly a top blog or anything, but I have been recognized six times in Melbourne and then one of Matt’s friend’s friend’s friend’s (it’s complicated) saw him on here. OHMYGOD YOU GUYS, I feel so popular. I’m not. Trust me. But still, whoooooa. Ps. If you ever do see me irl, and after you note how I choose ridiculously well selected weight photos of myself for the Internets (sneaky, I know), do come say hi. Paaallllease. Truly. I need more friends and always like to chatter.
Speaking of friends, or lack thereof, being in a relationship in a foreign country is hard. Well, it’s one sided is what it is. I’ve met his whole world. He hasn’t met mine. And oh how I want him to. I think he’d fit right in with my group of friends; beer pong-ing, flip cup-ing, laugh-ing and all.
I’ve been living alone for two weeks - roommates on vacay. They get back tonight… yayayayayayay! Despite someone needing to use an electronic pass three times to even make it to my front door, when I live alone EVERY LITTLE THING SCARES ME. Last night I slept with the light on (and yes, I am 27), AND I can’t watch any or my fav shows such as CSI because I then become convinced someone is in my closet and that that night is my final night on this Earth.
Did you see my twitter-twitter today? Because I did the sock-bun thing today, and oh-hell-yes I love love love it. It’s my new favourite thing to do and makes me feel so posh, I must admit.
I’ve gone forever and ever without reading GOMI! Go me! If you knew people wrote mean stuff about you, would you read it? I always wonder if I’m the only one who does. But score! I don’t any more, and when I see mean comments come in I delete them before I even finish them. PROGRESS.
Weight. Weight. Weight. On Monday I am starting a diet. With restrictions and eat this, and don’t eat that, and no Liz, no more glasses bottles of wine with dinner. I do well when I have LOTS of rules. So, tell me Little Blog, what’s an actual diet-diet that worked for you? I need a kick start. I was thinking South Beach, or Paleo? I need something strict.
IT IS SO MUCH HARDER TO LOSE KILOGRAMS THAN POUNDS. Seriously, whoa. I know, I know, but to see a 9 go to an 8, I need to lose 2.2 pounds. Not fun.
Today I spent an hour on the phone to immigration. Then I skyped my parents. My parents really want me to come home. Do my MBA this September, or something. Start being an adult. Pros and cons. Cons and pros. It hurts my heart to think about the future…
I am rambling, aren’t I? So sorry I’m not sorry.
Downton Abbey? On it yet? C’mon! Christmas special made my heart swell and want to EXPLODE.
I am still hating on Pinterest for changing its format.
[Matt, do not read this] I keep staring at babies and mothers lately. Like, I’m infatuated with them, or something. The thought of how people one day don’t have a baby, then the next day, DO HAVE A BABY? SO SCARY I HAVE NO WORDS. And then I look at the mothers and think how they were once just like me… and holy hell, I totally see the selfish appeal of not having kids. BUTTT. Then I see the baby and am all ohmagawd, so cute, I want one (in dee future, of course).
Oh jeesh, it’s 1:52am? Tomorrow is Sleep-In-Saturday plus, GET-YOUR-ASS-RUNNING-LIZ Saturday. Gonna be fun.
“To eat is a necessity, but to eat intelligently is an art.”—
~ La Rochefoucauld
I saw this quote on the wall of an old house in Nepal. I remember just reading it over and over again. I was in the Himalayas, above the world, yet there in this little, old, wooden, house this quote was written on the wall.
So many times over the years I’ve found myself thinking I am the only one who battles weight demons. Eat this. Don’t touch that. Drink lots. But not that. Don’t take too much. Don’t take anything at all. Do I need that? Yes. No. Maybe…
But thankfully over the last three years of blogging and living life I’ve come to see that most people, on some level or other, battle their self image and the art of balancing the good and bad things they put in their bodies.
It’s probably bad etiquette to say, but I find that comforting - comforting knowing I’m not the only person trying to figure this balancing game of health.
8:49am In bed so warm and toasty and happy. What should I do today? I need to run. There is no way in hell I am running. I’m so lazy. My bed is so warm. And soft. And good to me. I WILL REMAIN JIGGLY FOREVER. BRING ON THE FATNESS. I DO NOT CARE.
9:30am Good God how is it 9:30? I need to run. But I hate running. Ohh Downton Abbey has downloaded in! Score.
10:30am CLIFF HANGER? I *neeeeed* to know what happens next. And now. Another episode? Yes please.
11:40am Oh God. Oh God. It’s nearly noon. Why didn’t I just run this morning? It be over by now then. It’ll be so hot out now. And my IT band… maybe I should just run tomorrow?
11:55am Change into running clothes. Boo. This sucks. Hate life. Wish I was just naturally fit like those other fit people. Oh shut it you. I’m going. I’m going.
12:11pm I hope no one sees me. Why are my legs so sore? This is the worst. Running sucks. HOW HAS IT ONLY BEEN 3 MINUTES? NEED WATER. NEED TO LAY DOWN.
12:21pm 10 minutes in. Still running. Not too bad. Don’t walk Lizzzzz. Don’t walk.
12:30pm Someone overtakes me. Don’t let them get out of your sight… damn, they’re gone. Oh. Good, that killed time. Half way.
12:40pm On my way home. So close, yet so far. The faster I go, the faster I’m home, right? Except sadly my brain doesn’t work like that. Slow. Steady. Slow. Steady.
12:45pm Found a groove. Running so speedy for me now. I LOVE RUNNING. YAY RUNNING. RUNNING IS AWESOME. I AM FLYING. I AM THE GOD OF RUNNING.
12:46pm False alarm. This is totally still hard. Must keep going. Must not run into traffic and ask for lift home. Left foot. Right. Left foot. Right.
1:20pm HOME. God, I’m such a sweaty beast. Best. Mood. Ever. So much energy. What should I do? What should I do? Beach? Swimming? Gym? Shower? Couch? Nap? All acceptable options as I RAN Y’ALL!
I know I’ve gained weight, but whatever, this was still my day, bathing suit shots and all.
Actually wait, on that note, I want to go ahead and remove this blog, my words, my thoughts, my photos from any ‘weight loss blog’ category out there. True, this blog started out about my weight and cellulite and fitting into a single digit size, but that stuff doesn’t define me or my life anymore.
It’s absolutely still an aspect of it, that I can’t deny, and it probably always will be, I’ve accepted that (I once heard that those who battle their weight once, battle their weight their entire lives…), but I just wanted to write a quick note to say that despite this little blog being called One Twenty Five (unfortunate, I know), weight loss is a slice of the pie-chart that is my life, not the whole thing.
So yes, I’ve gained weight, yes, I still very much want and will (Hear! Hear!) lose it and then some, but no, my recent weight gain hasn’t ruined my life, and no it does not define me, and yes, life still goes on, and like I said, this was my day, bathing suit shots and all.
I woke up to Matt watching Greek (yes, as in that show about college frats and sororities) and after making fun of him for a solid ten minutes, especially after he told me he thought Cassy was the bitch, not Becky, he made me scrambled eggs avec avocado. Delicious.
Then I interviewed. Beach bag in tow for afterwards. [Interview went well - thank you for the happy thoughts!, but let’s not jinx it… I hate you VISA restrictions, that I do]
Then we went to the beach. [Let it be known that Matt is not a bum. He is in school and works. Wednesday is simply his day off. I, Liz, am the bum in this relationship.]
I swear he came too - it’s just that I haven’t decided whether to post photos of him on this thing or not… hmmm.
THEN. We went running. He’s been bugging me since day 1 to run with him. And oh hells no has been my answer from the start.
1. I’m slow. 2. I’m slower than slow. 3. I often walk. He can’t know that, and 4. There is a lot (like a serious lot) of things that jiggle when I move.
But I gave in today. We ran 1.5k to my monster hill, and then ran up, and down, and up, it 6 times (3rd week of Operation Sexy Bum). My fastest time today was 3:23. Matt’s was 1:51. Bastard. But it was actually okay running with him - he pushed me, which I have to admit is what I seriously need. WHY AM I SO LAZY WHEN I THINK NO ONE IS WATCHING?!?!
Anywho, gorgeous sunset on said run.
Yours truly is bottom right of this photo (if you ctrl A the screen)
In return for making me look slow n’ chunky next to him, he made me a delicious dinner.
Homemade garlic bread, Chicken with Nandos sauce in a Greek Salad.
Then we watched Mad Men (meh) and I bid him farewell until next week.
And with that, I am done. No real point to this post just that is was a damn good day. And I hope you’re having/had one too :)
Tough Mudder, eh? Hmm, where do I even start? It’s a 20km (12.5 miles) race challenge with military style obstacles throughout it.
Or, in the words of the website, “Tough Mudder events are hardcore 20 km-long obstacle courses designed by British Special Forces to test your all around strength, stamina, mental grit, and camaraderie. With the most innovative courses and half a million inspiring participants.”
How/When/Why did you sign up?
After having lunch with my two cousins (through marriage) ages ago (third day in Australia!) and hearing all about it, it didn’t take much to convince me.
I loved the idea of the “team effort” and “camaraderie” that Tough Mudder represents. It has a ‘no man left behind’ attitude, which I loved.
Also, I had no friends when I came to Australia, and doing TM meant obvious friends (WIN!), as well as a goal to work towards (always good). I never blogged about it because I was SO TERRIFIED of failing at it.
Did you have to train hard?
No. And yes.
There are two portions to TM: running and upper body strength. I trained for the running portion - having run 16k last weekend, and I’m up to date for my July 1st marathon schedule, but the upper body strength? not so much.
I’m actually incredibly weak when it comes to my arms and core, which was a big reason why I started swimming last month. But when it came down to it, I didn’t go to the gym and lift weights like I should have/ wanted to (truly because I am too self conscious to go to my gym - but that’s a story for another post), which meant no, no I hardly trained for the obstacle portion.
Was it hard?
Just as expected the running wasn’t too bad (lots of breaks throughout the 20k course with lineups and water stations), but the obstacles? My God some of the obstacles… they were hard. There is absolutely no way I could have done some of the obstacles without my AMAZING team members.
What were some of the obstacles?
There were 28 obstacles total. Some were okay (running through tires), and some were not. Here the ones I remember, but I swear I may have blocked out some of the really hard/horrible ones:
Berlin Walls: There were a total of six Berlin Walls. Each one increased in size throughout the course. (If you click on the link there, that is the first one - the smallest one.) The walls were the thing I was most scared of (hello tubby girl getting over a wall? I don’t think so), but they weren’t actually that bad- due to the support around me (my team and others), of course. My hands got really hurt heaving myself up though - huge bruises still on my hands from this.
But trust me, you could have got over the walls too - everyone helped/boosted/lifted/pulled everyone else.
The Electric Eel: Yup, it’s as awful as it sounds. It was a big thing of *freezing* ice you had to go into - and put your whole head under the middle part due to the barbed wire in the middle. I wasn’t scared of this, but my God I should have been, it was soooooo horrible!! The feeling of the ice-cold water hitting my system completely winded me. I nearly panicked and called for help. This is the event that makes me not ever want to do TM again…
Walk The Plank: A 5 meter jump into the ocean. I wasn’t scared of this one (no fear of heights or water), but once I got up there it felt SO HIGH. Also, swimming in running shoes was really hard - it felt like my shoes weighed a ton!
Cliffhanger: A really muddy slide, which sounds fun, but the speed you get and with all the people going around you it wasn’t as fun as advertised.
Greased Lightning: My whole team agreed this was physically the hardest challenge. It looked easy; get your team up a muddy hill, but because of how slippery it was, it took your entire body strength and them some to get up the hill. We were stuck on this obstacle for at least 1/2 an hour.
Firewalker: Despite this obstacle obviously having fire in it I wasn’t that scared of it. C’mon there is no way they’d let people get burnt… right? I should have been scared of it. You run between smoke and holy hell the smoke. I gained an even greater respect for firefighters after this obstacle. The white smoke blinded me and I could not breath. A firefighter had to escort me out - there were tears and I nearly bailed right after.
Everest: This obstacle was INSANELY hard. It was half a half pipe. The goal? get to the top. Add mud and water being sprayed over everyone and the half pipe became nearly impossible. This is the only obstacle I didn’t do - physically there is no way I could have, but I will admit not doing it makes me wanna do TM again next year to tackle it!
Electroshock Therapy: This was the final event. The photo explains it best - but what we had to do was run over mud and hay bails with lots of electric zapper things around you. A cord wrapped itself around my neck and zapped me (ya… I know). A lot of the obstacles actually had a electric shocks in them - I got zapped at least ten times throughout the day.
Could I do one?
Personally I don’t think someone could do it if they hadn’t touched a gym or running shoes in years, but this event is not about extreme fitness; it’s about team work and helping people out, so yes, I think the average person could struggle through it assuming they have have a great team to do it with them. And you guys, it’s seriously SO. MUCH. FUN. so sign up!!
The distance between obstacles varied from a few meters to 3km.
I (and most people) wore simple running stuff, but if I could do it again I’d wear running pants that covered my knees and bring gloves with me (which they do recommend). Also, make sure you wear old running shoes because holy hell there is lots of mud.
It took my team start to beer in our hands 5 hours. But note that was with a lot of lining up for obstacles. One of our friends did the event on Sunday and came 4th overall. He did it in 1h 40 minutes, but then again he’s 6’4” and is in the Oz air force (think Top Gun), and works out like it’s his job. He qualified for the Word’s Toughest Tough Mudder event; a 24 hour event that takes the top 5% of Tough Mudders and has them compete - insane/incredible!
On that note I should also say how impressed I was with some people’s fitness levels, like whoa. People are incredible. Watching the strength of some of the guys and girls there blew my mined. Oh, and the ratio I feel was about 9 guys to 1 girl… so girls - go do it! :)
Is there one near you? Probably! It’s a huge event that is now world wide - check out all their locations and dates here! And if you have more questions ask away in the comments! :)
All my photos are posted on Picasa, but here my favs!
not only is that barbed wire above us, but it’s also electric
The 8 of us rented a beach house for the weekend - this was our well deserved steak dinner.
The night ended up getting incredibly messy after playing kings (seriously - the “boxhead" card is genius) and then beer pong. I got the last King Card which resulted in a very-very-very drunk call to Matt (Dear Matt, I’m sorry I’m not sorry).
I’m currently in the midst of writing a big Tough Mudder post, but for now I’ll just let y’all know it’s a 20k race challenge with (super-hard, think smoke, and ice, and jumping, crawling, jumping-over-walls) military style obstacles throughout it. I posted my photos on The Picasa which would give you a glimpse into how hard it was, and please know yesterday and today was probably at the top of the worst-muscle-pain-ever list. But like I said, more to come on this soon.
I had an interview today. YAY! (<— you) YAY! (<— me) and she implied I’ll be getting a second interview, so fingers n’ toes crossed!
Remember that time I saw The Hunger Games? Well (warning: #UnpopularOpinionOfTheDay) I really didn’t like the movie. I KNOW. I KNOW!! Everyone and their mother loved it, but I hated the directing, which yea… is weird for me to say, but it was like the whole thing was zoomed in. ZOOM OUT DIRECTOR. ZOOM OUT. It was really annoying to watch - my two cents.
“I worry about the future for the two of us," Matt said. In my head I was all like, I KNOW, because of the whole, y’know, Australia-Canada thing, but then he says, “because we both have absolutely no domestic skills.” And I laughed - because true story. Like, whoa.
Speaking of being all domesticated n’ shaz, he’s cooking me dinner as I type this (I’m supposed to be cutting the potatoes, but I’m kinda addicted to the Internets… you know how it goes.)
Matt and I have actually been on a healthy cooking kick lately. As my tweet-tweets prove. I won’t lie, it’s weird having a guy know you want to lose weight cough have-a-blog-dedicated-to-losing-weight cough.
But speaking of twitter. I never know whether to put things on twitter or tumblr. Wait, or facebook. Or Instagram. Or to repeat my brilliant words and/or pic on everything. Or to not. Gah! #firstworldproblems
Sometimes I wonder if people ever click on links I put in my posts. I never do when I read even my favourite bloggies. FO SHAME.
July 1st. It’s official. Matt and I are heading to the Gold Coast to run the Gold Coast Marathon. Do it with us?
I don’t know if this is a touchy topic, or not, but Australia is seriously behind North America. By, like, a lot. There are lots of things I’ve noticed, but the one that sparked this bullet point is their lack of low-fat popcorn in stores. Or low fat foods for that matter. Or their lack of DVRs. Or certain cheese. Or umm, even Internet speed. Although… they do have Tim Tams… hmmm.
The dude (being Matt - I just feel stupid saying his name so much) sings. I am not a singer. Slash, I can’t even hold a tune if a gun was pointed to my head. But he does, and he sings, and he’s good, and I’m going to be *that* corny person and say I love it. Usually I feel weird and awkward and shiz when a guy sings to me, but with him, not at all.