Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
I am writing to let you know that I live 20 minutes from all civilization. When I finally come to Old Spanish Trail, I want to go at least the speed limit to get home quick. I have already been driving for 10 minutes and still have another 20. Old Spanish Trail is a one lane, twisty road that I can not easily pass you on. Why are you driving a yellow Ferrari and going 35mph??
I just wanted to let you know that you frustrate and confuse me. I also hate you.
Lindsey--the girl who just wants to go home
Friday, October 22, 2010
Let me start off by saying that gluten is bad for you. You should not be eating anything that contains aforementioned gut irritant. "What?!" I hear you call wildly into the night. "But 'everyone' recommends hearty whole wheat bread for a healthy diet," you say. Sorry to tell you this: 'everyone' is wrong. Gluten is not just something you cut out if you want to lose weight, but if you want to stay away from many diseases and health issues as well. Fo realz! I never realized how our daily lives are so in-freaking-credibly affected by what we put into our mouths.
I shall now tell you a little tale about me and my rendezvous with pumpernickel bread. Oh, sweet, sweet pumpernickel. It came crashing into my life a few weeks ago via my mother who "needed to get it out of the house." All that was within me cried, "No! Away with thee Satan!" Yet, I took it back to the solitude of my house where I could be alone with said bread. Before the bread could look sideways, I had eaten two slices lavished with butter. It tasted so good, yet I knew that regret was just around the corner.
Fast forward 20 minutes to me laying on the bed with a nauseous gleam on my face and a twisted up tummy. 6 weeks of no gluten and then suddenly loads of it=bad. Like, bad bad. The same thing happened to me this last weekend as I decided to partake in 3 chicken strips. Not as bad as my affair with the pumpernickel, but it still had the same, "blluugghhh" effect.
I tell you that, to tell you this: www.paleodiet.com, www.marksdailyapple.com, www.robbwolf.com Read. Join their Forum and ask questions. Everyone is well informed and nice.
"Witty quote about researching information for yourselves."--Mark Twain
Disclaimer: Creationists, calm down. Focus on the diet and its benefits, not the evolution part.
And now! More fat Lindsey pictures! It has been 7 weeks since the start of "The Journey to Minimize Self-Loathing". Scale isn't moving much and, as a side note, I'd like to take a chain saw to its ass.
Why hello Waist! I haven't seen you in a while! Welcome back to being part of my body! Once Love Handles leaves town, I am sure Waist and I will be getting together with New Jeans.
So, my fat pictures lead me to my next aspiration; running a 1/2 marathon. My attractively athletic husband ran the Mount Lemmon Marathon last week. It inspired me. Surely if he could run up an entire mountain, I could run a half marathon going mostly downhill. Right? Well, we will find out. It is on my Life To Do List; may as well get it over with now. You know, besides the fact that it is something that I want to do.
P to the 'eace' to the out!
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Two days hence, I stepped on the scale to weigh my fatness for the 5 week mark. Alas, still only 5 pounds dropped. I called in the husband reinforcement with the measuring tape. Measuring my waist revealed, since the beginning, 3 1/2 inches lost! My hips showed 3 inches lost! Really happy with those results! Although it has felt slow moving, I am excited to think about the results in the next 5 weeks!
Brief side note: one of the workouts my husband had written out for me was to run 3 miles. I was totally dreading it, but once I got out there, put on my iPod Touch and actually ran it....I wanted him to write another distance run into my workouts! I liked getting away from the screaming kids, listening to MY own music, and enjoying the time by myself. Just sayin.
Perhaps pictures next time!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
An amoeba, if you didn't already know, is the smallest living organism on this planet. But what it lacks in size, it makes up for with inspiration. You see, an amoeba wasn't born with all of the modern day amenities that multi-celled animals enjoy. It doesn't drive its Honda Civic to Amoeba-School, or pay its Amoeba-bills online with BillPay. No! An amoeba has to work its cell off to do things like perform osmosis, produce energy, and split at the cellular level.
When was the last time you saw an amoeba at the gym on the treadmill? And yet how many times have you read a self-loathing blog entry on how fat an amoeba's thighs were? Amoebas don't have the luxury of poor self-esteem, and that's not because they don't have "eyes" or "brains" either. It's because they are better than you.
Before we continue, let's do some more scientific research on amoebas. And by scientific, I of course am referring to Wikipedia entries, where the internet stops and righteousness begins.
Wow, science is fun after all....
This small protozoan uses tentacular protuberances called pseudopodia to move and phagocytose smaller unicellular organisms, which are enveloped inside the cell's cytoplasm in a food vacuole, where they are slowly broken down by enzymes. Amoeba proteus is very well-known for its extending pseudopodia.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, if an amoeba, which has only one cell (albeit one very cool cell filled with all sorts of cool shiznit like vacuoles and pseudopodia and whatnot), can be fit and healthy, then.........Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Are you still reading this? Well gee whiz, no wonder your overweight and uninspired. Why are you reading a blog and feeling sorry for yourself? You should be out there running around for your food, burning calories and what not. Your not going to blog-read your way into a Speedo. Get off your bumpkis and go exercise.
When we last left off, I was dramatically about to weigh myself after 2 weeks of being on a semi strict paleo/Zone diet. I was excited that fateful morning as I arose. I just knew that the scale would be close to 160 lbs. How could it not? My clothes were fitting better, my gut wasn't so...waddle beef...I just knew there would be a change. I woke the husband up and asked where he had hidden the scale. He reluctantly rolled out of bed and grabbed it from it's secret hiding spot. I put the scale down on the bathroom floor and zeroed it out. Happily I stepped onto the flat surface, watched the numbers as they settled........... right on freaking 170lbs. Exactly what I weighed 2 weeks ago.
Scuba Steve! Damn you!
I can't quite remember what that morning looked like. I am pretty sure I vehemently kicked the scale and cried, alone, in my closet.
Then my darling husband came to me holding a loose measuring tape. We had taken my measurements (waist and hips) 2 weeks prior, so I am sure that at that moment, he was praying to God that the measuring tape would show some changes for me. We all know what a woman scorned is like. (Evil scale!!!)
The results were a little over an inch lost on my hips and an inch on my waist. But how, prey-tell, does that even work?! I still can't full understand how I had lost inches but not pounds. Fast forward to me watching The Biggest Loser last week. I found myself annoyed and a little jealous that these chunkers were losing 15 pounds (some as much as 30 pounds!!!) in 2 weeks. I mean, if I could lose 15 pounds in 2 weeks, I would be halfway to my goal. Stupid...obese people...with their easy lard loss.
Lets just say that the scale and I have become more of acquaintances, rather than every day lovers.
Anyway, I am going to be brave. I am going to post fat pictures taken on September 5th, and then pictures taken on September 25th. A little less than a month of fat-tastic results. As of last Sunday, the scale read 165 pounds. Finally! Methinks I am losing fat, but gaining muscle via the evil workouts written by my husband.
I can see the difference, so it motivates me to think that if I stay on this course, that another 20 days will give even greater results. Yay? Yes, yay.
Shield your eyes, for the below pictures are nothing less than terrifying.
As you can probably guess, the white sports bra is the September 5th pictures, and the green sports bra is the September 25th. You can also come to the conclusion that my gut is bubble gum because of two relentless babies. Favorite thing about these pictures? Alayna's cameos.
I am looking forward to seeing what the next 20 or so days will do. I am, for the first time in my life, motivated and ready to rid myself of the horrible self-loathing I feel for myself. Okay, I don't hate myself that much, I am just ready to be confident in my own skin and be healthier through diet and exercise.
Cheers to the next 4 weeks! Until next time....
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I turned 28 yesterday. Even though I am past the years when driving down Speedway looking for boys was cool or staying up past 10pm was possible, I still have a twinge of excitement in my heart that, on my birthday, fun and unexpected surprises await. I am an adult. I am becoming freakishly old, but I still harbor birthday magic in my heart.
Last night I went out with 5 of my girlfriends who I rarely see. I dislike the feeling that I am only able to hold on to my friendships via Facebook. How sad is it that I am so busy that I don't see my close friends but once a month, and hang out with them even less than that? Depressing, lonely picture aside, last night was more about seeing my friends than it was about my birthday. Although the food took too long to come out and the waitress spent more of her time singing opera to the other customers than necessary, I didn't mind. I was secretly enjoying the fact that I was able to spend 2 1/2 hours laughing, talking and rolling my eyes at my friends.
Even though I wouldn't have cared either way, I was very touched that my friends gave me a few presents and cards. Gifts aren't a big deal to me, but it truly made me feel loved that they thought about me and made my day special.
Do you know what I asked my parent's for, for my birthday? I totally asked to go to Costco and buy a bunch of stuff. I miss buying in bulk apparently. Food, glorious food!....and toilet paper!...diapers! 5 tubes of toothpaste! 1000 capsules of Tylenol! Oh sweet shopping spree Batman, it's going to beautiful.
Tomorrow is the long-awaited weigh in. Hopefully I will be pleasantly surprised.