Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Drop It Like It's Hot

Week Four
Weekly weigh-in: -0.4 pounds
Pounds to go: 50

I am officially done weighing in for the month of June. Not much of a loss this week, but nature and biomechanics and being a woman have all conspired against me. Since this is just a fact of life, I will let it go. 

Doesn't mean I can't grumble about it for a little while.

I had my first two-a-day yesterday. I swam in the morning, then did a three mile run in the evening. Thankfully, I had a friend come do the run with me. Not so sure I would have done it otherwise. This morning I couldn't get to the pool, my husband had to work early. I just did my running workout (5 x 400 at 5K pace) on the treadmill in our basement.

Not sure what my 5K pace is, exactly, so I ran the 400's at a 12:00 minute mile. I'm supposed to walk or slow jog in between, though it didn't say for exactly how far. I guess I should read Hal Higdon's book? I ended up doing just .05 in between each 400 at a walk because I ran out of time.

With that over with, I can enjoy my haircut this evening without figuring out how to get a run in before bed. Such a nice feeling.

Hope June has been awesome for you! Let's kick July's ass!

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

You Won't Get No Dessert 'Till You Clean Off Your Plate, So Eat It

Try Two New Recipes This Week
Recipe #1

Last night I made Skillet Chicken and Broccoli Tot Pie from Skinnytaste. I'm going to let you in on a little secret, I loathe cooking. I hate cutting things up, I hate multiple step recipes, I hate sweating vegetables. The list goes on and on.

Thankfully, I have a husband who LIKES cooking. He did a lot of the prep for this, which explains why the vegetables look all neat. My husband has honestly said to me, "I can't watch you chop things, I don't want to witness you cutting off a finger." It's not that I'm bad at it, exactly. It's that I have no technique and no desire to develop one.

He chops, I cook it. It saves us hospital bills time and arguments.

It was a cool evening last night, which meant turning the oven on wasn't going to overheat our entire house.  While the oven preheated I cooked the veggies in our cast iron skillet. Another secret, I am a delicate flower have weak wrists and honestly, cannot lift the cast iron skillet so my husband has to do it for me.
The recipe was easy to follow, as most of hers are. Once the onions were translucent, I added flour then chicken stock. Cooked that for a bit and added the rest of the ingredients (chicken, broccoli, herbs). Once that was cooked down, I added the broccoli tots on top and into the oven it went.
It came out looking like this:
This was marked down as four servings, which made it easy to divvy up. I took my quarter of the "pie" and gave my husband his.
I am a big fan of using small plates. It really does trick your brain into thinking you are eating more. Not that I needed it. I finished this off and was pleasantly full. Next time, I might add a salad with this, just to have a fresher element.

It tasted delicious, a lot like a chicken pot pie. My only complaint is the Green Giant Broccoli Tots are hella expensive. I'll keep an eye out for sales, but might not make this again until I can find them cheaper. My husband really liked it. My kids did not eat it, but that's because I started cooking it late, not because they didn't like it.

Overall, I would absolutely make this again and recommend it. Especially if you have a coupon for the broccoli tots!

Monday, June 26, 2017

Smoke on the Water

I woke up this morning to go swimming and checked the temp before I got ready. It was not warm. I waffled. In fact, I actually laid back down in my bed and pulled the covers up. Not today, I thought. Today is not my day to swim. 

I pulled the covers up to my chin.

And then...

Perhaps it was knowing I have a friend who busts her ass on the tennis court in ridiculous heat and humidity. And another one who gets home from work and kills her strength workouts. And yet another one, who attempts new workouts all the time, even though she is afraid she will trip or flat out not be able to do it, but still she tries. And yet another friend who walks for miles because she can't run due to an injury, yet she gets out and moves. And another friend who runs before sunrise in the Michigan heat AND the Michigan cold.

If these awesome women can do it, my sneaky little brain said, then by god, Meg, your lazy ass can get out of bed and swim.

I'm glad I have inspirational friends, but man, I would have liked to sleep in a little bit more today. Y'all are screwing with my rest!

In case you think I am kidding about the temps:
What kind of a-hole gets up at 5:45 to swim OUTDOORS in those temps?!?

This one, I guess.

We had a busy weekend, which is why I was overtired and not ready for swimming or getting my kids ready for daycare this morning. A hectic Monday morning for sure!

Over the weekend I ran in the annual city race to support our local fireworks. This was the first year the boys ran the mile race. One of them took a fall a quarter mile in, so we walked the rest of the mile, but they had fun.

Here they are, with their cousin, stretching before the run:
Gotta stay limber!

The 5K was fun. I finished in 38 minutes. For not training for speed at all, and walking a mile before the race, I was happy with it.

I was off by a week, so this week I officially start my half marathon training. I think I'll be on the treadmill a lot for this one, gotta love training for a fall run during the summer! Since I once ran 17 miles on the treadmill, this will be nothing!
Hope you had an awesome weekend. Let's kick this last week of June's butt!

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Down on the Corner, Out in the Street

Week Three
Weekly weigh-in: -1.2 pounds
Pounds to go: 54.4


I had to skip swimming this morning because my husband started work early. It is hard to not hold it against him, which sounds dumb, but the man hasn't started early in over a month and now that I have shit to do he starts early. Sigh. Timing is a beast.

Good news, I lost weight this week. I wish it were more, which sounds terrible to say. I wanted to average two pounds a week, which seems completely doable. I just need to get down and really focus. I can do this!

I've been crushing my workouts. Food has been about an 80%. We had some holidays, Father's Day especially, and ended up with snacks in the house. We don't usually have stuff I like, the boys eat snacks that don't appeal to me. But, after hosting people on Sunday, we ended up with chips and snack mix. I was grazing on them on Sunday and finally on Monday I just tossed them in the garbage. My husband doesn't eat them and I didn't want the temptation. 

Last night my sister hosted a wine and cheese gathering at her house. We had a friend in from out of town, so I was over there. I snacked, maybe more than normal, but tried to keep it heavy on the vegetables. Between early morning swimming and walking on my lunch, by the time I got home and got the boys in bed I was wiped. I needed to run last night, first day of half marathon training, but my body laughed at me. So, I brushed my teeth and collapsed into bed just after nine. I think there's going to be an adjustment period with these earlier wake up calls.

Goals for this week:
  • Lap swimming any day I can
  • Follow half marathon training plan
  • Weights three times 
  • Make two new to me healthy meals

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

You'll Never Say Hello to You

I was so nervous about starting this organized swim thing that I woke up an hour before my alarm and tossed and turned until finally I gave in and got up.

I wasn't prepped for it to be cool this morning. I had to dig out a sweatshirt from my winter clothes bin. I wore that and some sweatpants capris over my swimsuit and drove to the pool. It seemed silly to drive, I live about a half mile away, but I wasn't sure what my timing would be like after the swim. On normal days, I need to leave my house by 7:15 to make it to work on time and the swim ended at 7.
The swim started yesterday, but I had to take my new dog to the vet, so I wasn't able to make it. I felt like everyone knew each other and I was getting that super nervous "what the hell am I doing here?!?" kind of feeling. Someone jumped in and started setting up the lanes, more people showed up (about thirty in all) and people got into the pool. I still had no clue what to do, saw no sign of a coach anywhere. As an introvert, this was the part I dreaded most. It's why I don't usually try new things, especially organized group events. I hate not KNOWING. People were setting down their water bottles at the end of lanes and I could see they all had lanes picked out. At first, I thought it was just people swimming with their friends, but then I recognized an order to the madness. Faster swimmers started in Lane 1, then the lanes got progressively slower until Lane 8.

 I ended up in what my mom and I lovingly call the Turtle Lane (aka Lane 8). This isn't meant to be mean AT ALL, but I could tell there were swimmers there who were SWIMMERS and there to do sprints and drills, etc. Shoot, when I was in prime swim team shape I was never that fast. So, I stuck to the slow lane and I am super glad I did. 

Once we were swimming I felt much more comfortable. The coach was very nice and he adjusted workouts for our lane which was great. I never felt like I couldn't do anything. I ended up with a solid swim, more than I would have done if I were swimming laps on my own. I ended up leaving at 6:50 because I had to get home and get ready. 

I'm glad I stepped outside my comfort zone and joined. Class runs four days a week until August. I'm looking forward to getting my butt kicked for the next month and a half.

Now if someone could help me lift my coffee cup up to my lips, that would be great.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

I'll Tell You Once More Before I Get Off the Floor, Don't Bring Me Down

Week Two
Weekly weigh-in: -1.0 pounds
Pounds to go: 55.6


This was one of those times I wish I could have changed my weigh-in day. We had my trivia league finals last night, so I ate late, I had a beer, PLUS I didn't get much sleep which meant I wasn't up early enough to workout. I had hoped for a better weigh-in but I know those factors made it only so so. A loss is better than a gain.

I'm not doing myself any favors by not weighing in on my designated weigh-in day. If I weigh myself tomorrow will I have a bigger loss? Probably.

This week I have added running back into my routine. I ran a 5K on Saturday then did three miles on the treadmill yesterday. I've been walking every day, too, but I forgot how much I missed running until I started doing it again. I start half marathon training at the end of the month. Going to try the Hal Higdon plan, which is more running than I am used to for training, but it sounds doable.

I'll leave you with my sweaty--but happy--face post run last night. It was too hot for outside so I did a treadmill run.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Night Swimming Deserves a Quiet Night

It was hotter than heck this weekend. Thankfully, my city has a pool the whole family enjoys so we spent a large chunk of Saturday and Sunday hanging out there. And by hanging out I mean swimming our butts off. It was a blast.

I like to observe people, and spending almost eight hours at the pool (over the course of two days I am not insane) left me with some good people watching time. Here's what I noticed:

-Every single woman there had some sort of cellulite/jiggle going on. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. The skinny ones, the bigger ones, EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM! I'm not pointing this out because I find anything wrong with it. It's more of a "we all have this, why are we trying to pretend otherwise?" Now I, personally, have decided to live by the rule of "my thighs jiggle gonna wear a Speedo anyway". Part of that is because my kids want me to swim with them and most tankinis don't support the girls in any way which makes me constantly a couple of strokes away from an accidental nip slip. The other part is, when I swim laps wear the Speedo and I need that kind of suit for lap swimming. Oh and because last year, after almost flashing half the pool when my kid grabbed my suit I decided I was just going to wear a one-piece and screw what anyone thought of me. I was shocked at how many women wore short bottoms or bottoms that had a skirt on them, as if the sight of our wiggly inner thighs will cause young children to run screaming in the opposite direction.

-The dudes all went without shirts. There were a few in rashguard type shirts, I am assuming for sun protection, but they were few and far between. Seriously, I saw hairy backs and big bellies and skinny chests and tattoos and every thing else. The dudes did not care. You know why? Because THE WORLD has not beat over their head that they can't show that off.

-No one cares what I look like. And if they do care, it doesn't matter because I DO NOT CARE ABOUT THEM. You know what I care about? I care about my kids having fun. I care about them listening and paying attention to the lifeguards. I care that they like when I show off how I can swim, and imitate me. I care that the lifeguard gave me a thumb's up for stopping my kid from being an asshole on the water slide.

My thighs jiggle. My belly jiggles. My arms jiggle. Who the eff cares?

Wear a Speedo. Show of your inner thighs. Go swimming. No one is looking at you, except the lifeguard and that's only to make sure you are not drowning on their watch.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

It's Going Down, I'm Yelling Timber

Week One
Weekly weigh-in: -2.0 pounds
Pounds to go: 56.6

Boom.

The first week is the easiest, right? The one where you're super dedicated and excited about things. Then maybe things go a little harder the next week so you don't bust your ass quite as much. And the week after that everyone's going out to eat and you love you some chili cheese fries, so why not indulge?

Not this time, bucko.

You. Have. Got. This.

I started walking on my lunch again. It works in two ways. First, I get the calorie burn which is nice. Second, I don't sit at my desk and think "man I am still hungry, I wonder what snacks are laying around this place?". Instead, I go for a walk and by the time I get back to my desk, my brain has caught up with my stomach and I am full.

I stopped drinking diet soda. It's been a few days and it feels weird, but so far so good. This was a personal challenge for me for June. I didn't really share it, because it was more of a "well, let's see what happens thing" than an actual goal. It helps that I don't have late night rehearsals or anything so I don't need caffeine at eight o'clock at night.

I stopped snacking in my car. Not entirely, but instead of mowing down bags of chips I bring an apple to eat on my way home from work. It holds off the EAT EVERYTHING NOW feeling when I get home and it's healthy and I enjoy the crunch.

Baby steps.

You can do this, Meg.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

I Had a Dream So Big and Loud

Wow, it took me a while to get over my post-marathon blues.

It actually took inspiration from the lovely Anna to get me going. Guess who's back, y'all?

I haven't been a complete slug for the last couple of weeks. I did stuff, I swear!

First, there was the workout from Anna's trainer. I'm a fitness/awesome friend group with her and she shared one of her interval training workouts. We all tried it, and I have to say, it was tough! I give her credit for busting ass on these.

It was nice to see one of my guys try out some of the moves.
This was a plank move. Isn't he the cutest?
Then, I graduated a step up in my weights!
This made me feel super badass! You wouldn't think those five pounds would make that much of a difference, but man, do they ever. My goal is to make it up to the 20's by the end of summer. I have never made it past the fifteen pounders. I can do this!

Third, I ran a 5K over Memorial Weekend. There was a 1/2 mile kid's race, too. So, technically, I ran a 1/2 mile, then ran a 5K. Oh, and because the race was on the course of the Detroit Grand Prix, we had to walk almost a mile to get to the starting line. Not a big deal as an adult, but I had two four year olds who kept randomly sprinting. By the time they finished their race, and I finished mine, I ended up carrying one and J. carried the other one back to the car. Now that's a workout.

The race was the Run Detroit Grand Prix 5000. It was a good race except. OK, this is weird. I stayed to the back because I hadn't really trained for speed for a 5K, you know? I felt great the whole time, but at the halfway point there was a folded up table, some sleeves of cups, and about ten gallon jugs of water. No people, though. I want to say this was because they NEVER had the station manned, but there were also no cups scattered around which means the station was manned at some point, and the people left. There were at least a hundred people left on the course when I hit the spot. I stopped and helped a man who was with his maybe ten or eleven year old son. We set up the table, put out cups, filled them up. I stayed for about five minutes to keep the water coming, then left him to finish the run because I had the kiddos waiting. That was a HUGE complaint. Don't advertise a walker friendly 5K (pace requirement was a 19 minute mile) and then leave the effing water table unmanned for the slow people. EFF THAT!

Sigh. Enough. I will vent my spleen to the race director via email soon enough. Until then, pictures!
This was all on the walk to the starting line
The boys loved their capes!
This week I tried a new recipe. It was Damn Delicious' imitation PF Chang's chicken lettuce wraps. Recipe found here. Sadly, I forgot the damn lettuce because of a shitty day at work (including a cracked tooth) so I ended up just having it with riced cauliflower and a side of carrots for color.
They were yummy and super easy to make. I hate cooking and I hate complicated recipes so if I say they were easy to make, then trust me, they were easy.

And now it is June 1st. I'm doing a summer challenge that is weight loss and activity related. I have to stop the upward swing of the scale somehow.

Happy June!