Showing posts with label Female Body Breakthrough. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Female Body Breakthrough. Show all posts

2/25/14

Well, that didn’t take long…

I suppose I could chalk it up to my depression winding itself back up to full-force beginning last Thursday, but it could also be because I’m impatient and fickle – but I’m already getting sick-of/finding it hard to stay on track with the Female Body Breakthrough routine. I was feeling really good about it after about 5 workouts, but Mike’s birthday weekend and the debacle with the not eating/doing the workout/drinking a lot/not sleeping enough (ie: REALLY POOR RECOVERY PERIOD CHOICES) really, really threw me off track. I did one workout last week, tried to do a run a couple days later (which was pretty pitiful), and then basically was just like, “I need a do-over.”

So my do-over on Week 3 was supposed to start yesterday (Monday), but between emotionally/mentally feeling like I wanted to crawl under a rock and possibly die combined with dreading having to spend a freaking hour exercising while still getting all my other household chores done and meeting a friend for coffee as they prepare to leave the state for 4 months… I’m totally pulling the “give-up” card and letting you know it didn't happen. And on top of that, I’m feeling like I don’t really want to do it anymore anyway. Which is kind of bizarre seeing as a) it kicks my butt and burns a ton of calories, and b) I get pretty fast results.

Self-sabotage, anyone?

Maybe. But the fact of the matter is: I’m bored right now. I’m bored with it. I want something I can do in 30-40 minutes, not something that takes me an hour. Where I am in my life right now, I just don’t have an hour to give 3-4 days a week. And while that makes me a little sad, it’s just a very harsh reality. I’ve talked so much about this recently – but I don’t think I’m willing to make the personal sacrifice at this time. When I'm feeling more "up", I can get positive about it and pull through and make it happen, but these depressive episodes make me realize maybe part of the reason I get depressed to begin with it by piling too much on my plate on a daily basis - and that includes an hour-long workout I don't actually have time for. While I hate, hate, hate that that means it’s just going to be that much longer until I reach my ideal body aesthetic, obviously I’m willing to wait or not as focused/wanting that ideal aesthetic, anyway.

There seems to be a recurring theme in all facets of my life, and this particular facet is not exception, and that theme is: There has to be more than this.

There’s got to be something better than shelling out fucking $600/month for a CrossFit box membership, there’s got to be something better than running 5 miles every day and starving yourself, there’s got to be something better than sacrificing recovery-necessary sleep in the mornings or family-time in the evenings to spend an hour doing something you don’t absolutely enjoy.

You don’t have to love it every day. Nobody does. But you need to love it most days. I think that’s a pre-requisite for making it stick.

…the more I write this the more I realize this definitely is depression fueled and I should probably just force myself to do the damn 60 minute workout, but NO! I don’t want to! I demand a better and more convenient workout that I really, truly love!! Where is that?! What if I can’t find it?! EVER?! What if I can never become that person that is willing to make those sacrifices for health and a totally rockin’ bod?!

Does this come from my perpetual and tricksy self-hate spiral? Do I really need to change all these things about myself and my life in order to be happy? Is it possible for me to just find happiness in where and who I am? Oh god, just thinking that to myself right now makes me want to anxiety throw-up… to imagine being stuck doing what I do now everyday for another 30 years… NOPE! NOPE NOPE NOPE!

Okay, sorry for that slightly insane digression... So, my goal is to find a shorter and yet equally intense strength training workout to start doing. And it needs to happen right now. Because I need to start, like, yesterday. Because I haven't done purposeful exercise since last Wednesday. 

Any suggestions would be welcome as long as it is strength based and not a DVD, as I have no attention span for DVD workouts these days. The search begins!


2/21/14

Intuitve Eating = Winning


  • Whole wheat English muffin w/ organic butter and strawberry spread, 2 sausage patties, coffee w/ a little bit of sugar and organic half-and-half
  • Almonds w/ a banana
  • Leftover spinach feta “cheesy bread” w/ mixed greens salad (greens, carrots, Caesar dressing)
  • A few pretzels
  • Baked ziti (full-fat mozzarella and ricotta, whole grain pasta, tomato basil sauce) w/ mixed greens salad (same as above), homemade garlic bread using fresh Italian bread, a glass of whole milk
  • Post-workout fruit smoothie w/ vanilla protein powder, frozen strawberries
  • Homemade brownie w/ small scoop of cookies and cream ice cream
  • Lots of water throughout the day

^This is what I ate Monday. I didn’t log any of those food items into my calorie tracker. It killed me a little bit not to log any of those food items into my calorie tracker… to the point where I did the math in my head at one point while catching up on some tv. And then I realize that’s kind of crazy. Why does it matter?! It doesn’t matter. Because I’ve been doing this for so long that I know how to do just fine, how to stay within my goals/limits. I know what all those food values are. I know what a serving size is/looks like. But that’s not the point – the point is to stop obsessing about those values, and to eat if I’m hungry, to eat quality food when I’m hungry (most of the time), and to eat the type of food I’m hungry for (protein or carb, fruit or veggie, whatever).

Somewhat surprisingly, I found it much easier to make more whole food choices throughout the day instead of immediately going for the taquitos in my freezer, or the leftover birthday cake in the Tupperware on top of the fridge. While I obviously had some dessert at the end of the day, it was a small portion.

I don’t eat terrible things all the time. This is something else I need to remind myself. If I’m eating 5-6 times a day, averaging anywhere from 2000-2500 calories, and 500 of those calories come from “junk”, I’m still doing pretty well. I’m doing a lot better than most.

Tuesday was also a good food day. I had a homemade full-fat greek yogurt strawberry/blueberry/granola parfait-type-dealie for breakfast, some apples w/ raw almonds for a snack, Qdoba bowl for lunch w/ black beans/chicken/veggies/salsa/sour cream/cheese and guacamole and a glass of water (where I normally would have gone for the soda), and a repeat of Monday’s ziti dinner. As a nightcap, I had a tall vanilla rooibus latte while visiting with a friend. I felt a little hungry right around bedtime, but drank some water and was able to sleep just fine.

Wednesday was a bit different. While I enjoyed healthy breakfast and snack,  lunch ended up at Taco Bell when I was really just hungry for a salad or something from home, and then I botched dinner by trying to fit in a run after work and ended up eating those frozen taquitos mentioned above (actually they’re southwest eggrolls, but what’s the diff, right? Junk is junk) following by half of a small blizzard from Dairy Queen. There was a quick milk/protein powder shake somewhere in there, as well. Overall, not a good food day.

But I learned something: over the last few days I’ve found it much easier to identify proper hunger and fullness cues. Normally I would have just pounded that blizzard because ICE CREAM DELICIOUS! But I no longer felt hungry halfway through, so I stopped. I did the same thing with my lunch over the last couple days - ate about two-thirds or three-fourths of my meal, no longer felt hungry, and just left the rest.

I’m recognizing better what type of food I’m actually hungry for, recognizing and acknowledging my feelings of “this was a poor food choice” (my exact words to my husband at Taco Bell on Weds lol) and sort of storing that in my mind for the future (ie: if you’re hungry for a salad with maybe some lunch meat or chicken and you eat a Taco Bell crunchwrap instead, it’s probably not going to be as satisfying or make you feel as good), and recognizing when I’m no longer hungry much easier. But most importantly: I’m no longer going through the day constantly wondering, “What and when will I eat next?” or feeling hungry all the time. I’ve been really good this week about always having healthy and filling snacks with me at work and making sure I’m stocked at home, as well. If I get hungry in between big meals, I eat those snacks. Sometimes it’s a lot, sometimes just a couple bites. 

So, yay! That's all well and good and working out better than expected and all that jazz... however, I completely dropped the ball on Female Body Breakthrough this week. While I've been "active", getting my 10,000 steps in (or within just a few hundred of 10k), yoga, runs, walks, etc. - FBB workouts have fallen to the wayside. I think I really did a number on my body last Saturday by eating next-to-nothing, working out hard, and then drinking a lot of beer and staying up pretty late. Monday's workout was really difficult and I was really lacking energy and focus. I didn't really push myself because I just couldn't, and took longer rests between circuits than I normally would. Tuesday I did some restorative yoga, which felt pretty good, but it was also much more difficult than it normally would be. I was also having some lower back issues which I think were/are stemming from lack of abdominal focus/over-arching during squats and that was definitely effecting my yoga poses. As I said above, Wednesday I attempted to run after work. I had both kids with me, which was fine though slightly distracting, but the actual "run" part was really hard, and honestly I mostly just walked at a decent clip most of the time. Even that wore me out! I tried to do just a quick round of circuits (not FBB) when I got home, just trying to keep somewhat on-schedule for strength.. but I just couldn't. My legs were NOT cooperating. I had so much muscle fatigue. So Thursday night, even though I felt INCREDIBLY guilty about it, I decided to for-real rest - no yoga, no running, just normal walking around during the day, etc. While I'm not entirely sure I'll have the chance to fit my regular FBB workout in tonight, due to the fact that I'm going out to enjoy some live music (YAY!!!), I definitely plan on getting something in on Saturday whether that be FBB, a run, or maybe both depending on how I'm feeling. It's supposed to be nice weather this weekend before another polar vortex comes through Monday night and starts ruining everything. It's almost MARCH! Can't we be done with this crap already?! ...I digress. 

My plan is to restart Week 3 of FBB on Monday to make sure I get those 3 workouts in and hopefully the "metabolic circuits" next Saturday or Sunday. But I'm really not stressing myself on the metabolic extras right now since I'm trying to fit some runs in to hopefully be somewhat prepped for the 5k in April.

This week has been much better in terms of sleep and taking proper "wind down" time before lights out, although I've slacked a bit on housework. My mood hasn't been quite as stable as I would have liked and I've had some pretty terrible mini breakdowns which have mostly been spurned by my demon spawn children. Having an autism-spectrum/gifted/hyper-sensitive 8 year old who lacks general common sense in all things, and a toddler in the most turbulent throes of the Terrible Twos who is so goddamn smart I don't even know what I'm going to do with him, makes me feel like running away to Fiji, faking my death or some other equally hyperbolic yet appropriate escape. AHHH!!! why couldn't my children just be AVERAGE?! This is NOT NOT NOT a humblebrag -- this is a very serious, difficult thing that makes me constantly question whether or not I am cut out to be a mother and worry about if my subpar parenting will lead to my terrifyingly brilliant children becoming terrifyingly brilliant axe-murderers. Plus some general mom/wife feelings of being under-appreciated and over-worked. But, then, who doesn't feel that way? I'm trying to acknowledge and move forward without saying to myself, "These are stupid feelings that only stupid people feel and you should stop being stupid" and then shoving them all down to just having them rear larger, uglier heads later. Heads that will bite me in the ass. 

So yeah. That's what's up.

2/11/14

Can't Come Up With Subject Title, But Read It Anyway!

Well, it started a little bit weekend before last and perpetuated through more of last week than I intended (or would even like to admit). I made excuses saying that the socialization time was important (which it was) and I was still keeping up with my chores (sort of... laundry, yes, mostly - cooking fell almost completely to the wayside). I was still working out. In fact, part of what was waylaying my responsible bedtime was the fact that my workout has been taking me a full hour, making it so that I'm getting a late start on anything I'm trying to do on a weeknight.

I digress... so yes, excuses excuses and then some more excuses. Then Friday rolled around and I was so excited for the weekend, so happy to FINALLY leave work (45 minutes later than normal), and to get home and have some friends over for drinks and games... and then my husband ended up on working 3 hours late, my children transformed into demon spawn, and I had a couple beers before my eldest was in bed for the night. Within an hour of both kids being in bed, I was a little tipsy and then decided I was on a mission to get a little drunk and enjoy my Friday night since I was at home and didn't have to drive anywhere. This turned into staying up until 2am at which point I started falling asleep in the middle of the game and promptly went to bed.

Funny thing about going to bed at 2am when it's your turn to get up with your kids the following morning... IT DOESN'T WORK OUT SO GREAT AND MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE CRAP.

I was completely disappointed in myself as this was the first thing I wrote on my "who I want to be" list over a week ago - "The person I want to be does not stay up until 2am drinking/socializing if it's her turn to get up with her children in the morning. Or at all." So much for that, eh?!

I tried dozing on the couch while the boys played, but they have such a love-hate relationship that I ended up refereeing most of the morning... finally at 10am my husband came downstairs and tapped me out to go take a nap. I slept 3 hours. I wasted almost my entire day. Saturday morning is cleaning time, not taking-a-nap time. I didn't get all the vacuuming done I normally do, but at least I got some laundry going, cleaned up the kitchen, and got the tile swept up in prep for some mopping. The day was over before it even began, and I skipped my workout completely because I was so tired, but also because I was feeling completely depressed. I was/am completely disappointed in myself for acting so irresponsible about sleep knowing full-well this would push me into a low place for the next few days, doing nothing except perpetuate my tendency toward bad habits. Vicious cycle.

I did slightly better with bedtime Saturday night, but was still very tired Sunday and opted for a nap in place of a workout, which may have no been the better choice. Now I'm struggling to settled back into my "asleep before midnight" place, and am starting to battle that inner-monologue of, "You just can't do it. Just accept that being sleep-deprived and depressed is who you are." Which is completely untrue.

It's so upsetting to feel myself slipping back into this bad head-space, and so that is depressing me, too. I'm definitely trying to stay positive and try not to let the frustration/anger/sadness/apathy pull me too deeply into the "why bother?" place, but I also know that I need to get on top of this sleep thing and cut back the beer/wine intake over the next couple weeks in order to help me stay level.

Moving on to other subjects...

I restarted Female Body Breakthrough last week (which I will now refer to as FBB - also, I think I probably already mentioned this at some point.. whoops), and while I didn't get the third workout in on Saturday thanks to my late-night antics wiping me out, I did jump right back to it Monday evening like a champ. The moves are already getting easier for me, and I think I can add a little bit heavier weight beginning next week. I'm not rushing myself with the weight during this first "phase", though, because I feel like I've done that with other programs in the past and really ended up sacrificing proper form and therefore wasn't building strength like I wanted to. Anyways. The workouts are hard as hell, but feel totally awesome. At first they were taking me a bit longer to get through, but now that I've got the warm-up down without needing to check the book a million times, I've been able to shave about 8-10 minutes off the total workout time.

I'm really enjoying things this go 'round, even though it's obviously early in the program. I'm not making any promises to you or even really to myself that I'll finish the full 16 weeks, because I feel like I jinx and self-sabotage the moment I start saying things like, "I'm definitely doing ALL THE THINGS ALL THE TIME this time!" -- so, we'll just leave it at: I'm enjoying myself much more this time around, I'm loving how the workouts are making me feel, and at this moment I'm feeling positive about being able to stick with it for a bit.