I’m working on some other stuff today, but I wanted to post this photo before I moved on to my other tasks. Continue reading
Note: This post’s draft was actually written FOUR YEARS ago when I still kept up the blog regularly. I have updated it to reflect my memory of that time but still maintain its original purpose.
So, it has been four years.
Four years since I’ve written a post for this blog or even signed in to it.
That’s a damn shame. Continue reading
Editor’s note: I’ve never been pregnant, so I am unable to write about post-baby weight with any authority. A friend from high school was generous enough to write a blog post on this topic for me. She has three babies and lives in the Syracuse, NY area. Enjoy her wonderful post about battling the baby weight! – ATH
I don’t do very well with ex-boyfriends. In the words of Miranda in Sex and the City, “We didn’t work out, you need to not exist.”
Lately, I’ve pursued the frightening task of figuring out my BMR (Basal Metabolic Rate) and what it means to my daily calorie burn and calorie intake. With the help of a friend who is a nutrition major graduate and bariatric nurse in training, I think I’ve figured it out. So, here goes.
We’re currently preparing to have guests stay with us this weekend (yay St. Patrick’s Day parade & related festivities!), so in the absence of time, here’s a little picture post for y’all.
My first morning workout in – well, a long time – felt great. I rose at 5:30 a.m. and spent the next two hours faffing about, avoiding getting ready for the gym and actually going.
I check my personal email often throughout the day, and yesterday afternoon’s inbox featured an email that threatened to wreak havoc on my workout plans.
In less than five months, Jason and I are slated to join the maternal side of his family for several days on the Frio River. Tubing, staying in a cool house, some days off work – what could be wrong with that?
My body, that’s what.
Jason comes from a family of attractive ladies. His aunts, his mom, his cousins, his sister are all small women. His sister and female cousins have great bodies. I’ve already been overweight around this family most of the time I’ve known them. Is that how I want to be memorialized in photos? Not at all.
So, what can I accomplish in less than five months?
Here’s my wishlist:
- a tummy I’m not ashamed to show in a bathing suit
- thighs that don’t send the river into a tidal wave
- arms I can show in tank tops
In 16 weeks, I might be able to lose 30 lbs. But to honor my wishlist, looks like I’m going to be hitting not just the treadmill, but the resistance training as well.
LA Fitness, here I come…