November 20th, 2009
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How am I spending this excellent, autumn Friday afternoon? Oh how kind of you to ask; I decided to create myself in a South Park character.
Now you know what I look like. :)  Ps I purposely chose those hands.. because yes, well ummm…. I’m always looking for food.
Click on the photo to make yours!

How am I spending this excellent, autumn Friday afternoon? Oh how kind of you to ask; I decided to create myself in a South Park character.

Now you know what I look like. :)  Ps I purposely chose those hands.. because yes, well ummm…. I’m always looking for food.

Click on the photo to make yours!

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November 20th, 2009
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As you may know, this Saturday is my Fancy Dinner Party where calories won’t count (Husssh. Upppp. You!)

The main course is going to be steak. Delicious.  I’ve spent some time googling ‘steak spices/marinates,’ but have no idea if they’ll be any good.

Does anyone out there have a favourite one? Or can anyone send me in the direction of a tasty one? Or have a old family sauce they love? 

I need to impress my friends with my culinary skillz. And by friends I mean The Crush. Who-is-not-really-my-crush,-but-just-a-cute-boy-I-occasionally-make-out-with.

Thanks!

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November 20th, 2009
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The culpritS.

Note the diet coke on the table. I initially bought it thinking, “sweet I’ll just drink d.coke all night" WRONG.  I also want to mention I have no intention of giving up alcohol to achieve said goals, umm hello I love my Friday and Saturday drunken nights, BUT I need to cut back, which means NO drinking Sun - Thurs (with the exception of Cesar-Sundays, obvy)

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November 20th, 2009

Friend ordering said beers. GOD DAMNIT WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.

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November 20th, 2009

I then ventured up to College/Spadina (for Toronto folks) to support a friend, of a friend’s band. 

There I made up for all the calories I had burnt with The Trainer by consuming 3 Canadian bottles of beer and a 6” Subway.

Let’s talk about those bottles of beer shall we… Firstly, I DID NOT WANT THEM.  Secondly, OMIGOD, I DID NOT WANT THEM.  I haven’t told y’all this yet, but I’m in a weight loss competition with one of my guy friends.  We weigh in on the 1st and 15th of each month together.  I LOVE this boy to bits, but I could tell he didn’t want to drink if I wasn’t… hence he kept buying me beers against my will. I kept stupidly drinking them.

Also, M I know you’ll read this as some point.. that’s you and C on the right there. By ‘creepy’ I think you mean ‘great shot!’

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November 20th, 2009
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Session #1.

Last night I had my first, official personal training session with The Trainer. Awesome, it was awesome. I can hardly walk today and let’s just say, going to the washroom? extremely painful. 

I told him about my HUGE goals.

  • Lose Weight. Be One Hundred and Twenty Five Pounds
  • Run a Marathon

He ran the ING half marathon in 1hour 28, or something ridiculous like that, and told me, “I’m 80% sure I’ll run the Chicago Marathon with you" which honestly MADE ME SO EXCITED!! The thought of having someone help me reach my goals is amazing, as I did the last 2 halves all alone.

Next Session. Monday at 7am. Yea.. think about that. Whoa.

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November 19th, 2009
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Simply because I’m happy today. and look like that today. minus the black square.
Also, note the plaid shirt.  I thought I was a hipster last weekend.

Simply because I’m happy today. and look like that today. minus the black square.

Also, note the plaid shirt.  I thought I was a hipster last weekend.

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November 19th, 2009
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I know, I know I’m such a nerd.

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November 19th, 2009
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let’s get physical.

So… I got prodded, and poked and eyed and measured yesterday in my personal training evaluation. I did the plank, I did push ups (ed note: tried to do push ups, as I couldn’t do one), I got my blood pressure taken (it’s perfect), my weight taken and my body fat taken.  All in the name of holy-shit-I-want-to-be-skinny. 

Have you ever gained 10 pounds in a second? Because I did… apparently my scale has been off by 10 pounds.  I looked like such an idiot as I boldly stated, “oh I know it already, it’s 155lbs,” WRONG. I was WRONG.

I really don’t understand this as I’ve gone through TWO scales at home AND my parents scale I step onto occasionally, but apparently they’ve all been off because the scale at the gym yesterday settled on 168 big ones.  The good news? I suppose I technically started at 200, which means I’ve still lost 32 pounds. Huh.

I’ll be switching to the new weight as every 2 weeks my ass will get prodded, and poked and eyed and measured and I want to be consistent.

The Facts:

Body Type: standard
Gender: female
Age: 24
Height: 5ft 4 in
Weight: 168.6lb
BMI: 28.9
BMR:1,573kcal (cal I can eat to maintain my weight a day)
Fat %: 35.1
Fat Mass: 59.2lb (fat on the bod, it should be 36lbs)
FFM: 109.4lb  (everything, but fat)
TBW: 80.0lb

The Plan:

This is going to be *that* post. Y’know? The post where I’m one day going to put a link back to and be like, “whoa… look how far I’ve come.”  Every two weeks I’ll update these numbers and hopefully we’ll soon be seeing $3,000 of drastic improvement. I’m excited and nervous and looking forward to the blood, sweat and soul searching the next few months are sure to bring.

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November 18th, 2009
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Wanna know a secret? I’m obsessed with perfection. Obsessed.  All I want to be is perfect.  What’s that? nobodies perfect? Yes, yes I know that, but I still for omigod-reasons-I-can’t-control want my life to be perfect and fabulous.

It’s not.

I’m still fat.  Don’t look at me like that, I’m tired of defending my very obvious spare tire.  I am not a car, yet I HAVE A SPARE TIRE PEOPLE! To be exact, 35% of my body is fat.  It should be 22%.  I know this, because my personal trainer told me this.

I want to be fabulous so much. I want the perfect house (wait.. check, I have one), I want the world’s greatest friends (whoa.. check mark again here),  I want the perfect job (1/2 a check mark here… hello money, yet hello cliche financial people I work with), I want the perfect boyfriend (fail), I want the perfect body (insert epic fail here).

I spent $3,000 tonight on 6 months of personal training, 3 sessions a week. HOLY SHIT I feel like such a failure typing that out. Yes, I need help thatbadly. Wanna know my reasoning? I figured a boob job costs about $6,000. It would change your life, so boo yea! I’m totally getting a discount on a life changing ‘procedure,’ hence? I signed up! Looking back on it… that’s a lot of fucking money… and a stupid fucking way to justify it.

But money is money. Fat is fat. Help is help.

I’m terrified I’m going to fail even with this huge amount of support I’ve paid through the nose for.

My trainer kept asking me over, and over again, “Are you willing to give up things in your life and fully commit?” my obvious answer, was “yes! yes! yes!!!! Obviously! Duh” but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I had just given him the obvious, mechanical answer I knew I was supposed to give.

Am I really willing to put in the work? Am I willing to give up things I love? Am I actually willing to say ‘no’?

Fuck, my heart is saying yes, but I hate how I can feel a slight doubt in the pit of my stomach.

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Welcome! I'm Liz, the girl relieved the Internet has 0 calories. South African by birth; Canadian on paper. A marathoner. CrossFitter. Paleo (somewhat) eater. Traveler. Cheese lover. And I think you're great!



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