Friday, November 7, 2014

"Congratulations…?? For what…?"

As my sweet Bearded Wonder is celebrating the week before my birthday, "counting down" if you will, we went to National Harbor since it's kind of "our spot". We had our first date there, he considered proposing there, we've had swing dance events there… It's been a pretty special place in our lives together.

So imagine my surprise when some random stranger almost managed to completely ruin our date night tonight.

We walked into this cute gourmet kitchen store that had food samples, kitschy dishes, fancy jams, etc. One sales associate was at the front of the store and greeted us, and we went about sampling the various spreads, oohing and ahhing over the different flavors.

We meandered up front, and the bright-haired girl looks at us with doe eyes and says "Congratulaaations!"

She had "aww there's a baby" face. I knew what the "congratulations" meant, but we both responded with "…For what??"

Her doe eyes oblivious, she responded with "You're having a baaaby!". 

Uh.



Who? Us? Us who are super not pregnant and not intending to be pregnant for quite some time?


"OH! NO. No. No no no. I just like to eat a lot of food <insert awkward belly rub here>."

She mumbled something awkwardly, and I have a vague recollection of saying "Do I look pregnant??", but I tried to keep my calm and just walked away to some random display of stuff. My heart was crushed. My self-esteem was deflated. The 7 pounds I've lost in the last few weeks felt like a heavy weight lodged in my stomach.

She tried to ask us a question a few minutes later about living in the area, and as the blood was still rushing to my ears, I kept walking and ignored her. Mature? Meh. But for goodness sake, there is a code amongst women to never say something about pregnancy unless she is crowning.


We made friends with some girls at a tea shop, and when I told them the story, one said "THAT'S AGAINST THE WOMAN CODE!"

See? Total stranger. She gets it. (Granted we're now besties. She gave us free tea that's changed my life.)

You can guess which one is me and which is The Offender.
Well, I cried a little on the sidewalk, I won't lie. Beardy was really sweet and understanding and shook his fist in faux-rage in the direction of the store we had been in. He prayed with me while I cried, which meant a lot.

We walked around Charming Charlie (which is full of mirrors), and I found myself checking out my winter geared self (it was cold!). I didn't look pregnant. I'm still not a small girl, but I do not look pregnant. I will say, dancing around with new friends and my husband in the tea store gave me the boost I needed, and here we are.

Emotionally, I'm somewhere in here:




So that's that. My pride's still a little sore, but nothing some of our tasty new Toasted Almond tea and snuggles with my hubby and pup can't cure. 

xo
A Redhead

Monday, November 3, 2014

Of protein shakes and cupcakes

I've had a realization the last couple of weeks or so.

I hate TurboFire.

Not like in a "Bleehhh I don't want to work out" kind of way.

Oooo girl, check out that five head. Bangs can't hide that! 
But more in a "GYAH THIS IS SO OBNOXIOUS I CAN'T TAKE HER SERIOUSLY WHEN SHE'S NOT SWEATING!!!" kind of way.


We started one of the DVDs tonight, and I swear we did the same stupid sequence for a solid 4 minutes. 4 minutes.


So we switched to the Tone 30 DVD, and while I still don't understand how the instructor had a perfectly teased blowout and didn't seem to sweat, I hated it substantially less. We used resistance bands  and sweated like fools. I grunted. I yelled. She said "No frowning, you should be smiling!" and I yelled "I WILL NEVER SMILE!" My arms are trembling. My glutes are on fire. FIRE.

Suffice to say, we made it through the workout. I think this is just a ridiculous thing where I'm going to need to be overdramatic and fake-cranky to get through it.


On the plus-side, we had some deeelish protein smoothies when we were done. They almost make it worth it. Almost.

So my birthday's coming up in a week from tomorrow (heeyyyy 11/11!), and the Bearded Wonder and I have decided to do cupcakes for my birthday for the sake of portion control. Really I'd be happy with a fruit tart or something, buuuuuut frosting. And it's my birthday. And cupcakes! :D Plus I won a gift card this summer to a bakery in the area, so I have to use that. Y'know, don't want to waste it or anything.


That's about it for me, I think. I've got a zumba date on Wednesday, we're going to try to squeeze in a workout tomorrow night, and I'm trying to be better about working out in general. My food choices have been overall much better. Did I have a sundae the other day? Ok maybe.. But I basically ate from the veggie tray and skipped a cupcake (or 2. or 3. they were teeny tiny) at a birthday party the day before. Win-win??

xo
A Redhead

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

3 weeks is too darn long

Hi everyone.

My name is Redhead, and I haven't blogged in 3 weeks.

<Hi Redhead>

So it's been 3 weeks! Bearded Wonder and I have [mostly] been doing TurboFire, buuut stuff has been kind of incredibly insane the last few days, so we haven't been able to work out.

That being said, this girl has lost 6 pounds.




We've done some really exciting, yet really maintainable changes with our diet. The plan was to cut out sugar, fried food, super processed foods (basically all the good things in life), which we've been doing for the most part. We [generally] aren't eating bread with sugar (we just make our own*), sticking with whole wheat pasta, avoiding sweet sauces (bbq, ketchup, etc.), and the obvious: not eating cookies/candies/cake/etc.

SO. Overall it's gone really well. But I've also had some really great moments working on my moderation. Yeah, it'd be great if I could cut this stuff out forever and just drop all the weight because of it, but that's a miserable existence. Power to you if you can/want to do it, but I just don't. If I go to a birthday party, I want to enjoy a [small] piece of cake.

Speaking of which, totally did that last weekend. We went to a birthday party and split a small piece of cake. It was the perfect amount, though it was still pretty darn rich; I really could've been happy with a 1/4 of the piece instead of 1/2 of it (Thank you Wegman's!). Also, we got some frozen custard from this place I looooooove, and instead of the big honkin' medium size with Oreos (oh sweet baby Jesus I love oreos) and hot fudge, I got a small chocolate custard. That's it. No frills. No fuss.

Giiiirrrrrllll.

It was good

This will never *not make me giggle. 
It was perfect. It was the right amount of frozen custard without being too much. (Speaking of which, I want some right now. Y'know what I'm sayin'?)

Yes, we cheated a little a few times (s'mores and all this past weekend), but more importantly I've been super focused on moderating stuff. I was really proud of the Bearded Wonder last weekend: we went out to dinner and he ordered a burger, then ended up flagging down the waitress to sub a salad for his fries. It's awesome. We're making sustainable lifestyle choices and seeing results from it.

So that's it. Hopefully things will slow down soon and 1) I'll start posting more [for real this time], and 2) we'll be back into working out.

Oh and I suppose I should mention…
The blog hit 30,000 views. :o)  


Thanks friends! It's completely up to you that this blog succeeds, so thank you for reading and commenting and following!

xo
A Redhead

*Note: We use this recipe, except we use melted unsalted butter instead of oil. SO good. Plus it makes 2 loaves and freezes well! Hooray!

Monday, October 6, 2014

Am I twerking…?

Those are the thoughts that run through my mind during a zumba class.

Then again, I'm also thinking: "Oh Lord, I'm so sorry I just bent over in front of you" and "Oh yowza- my feeties!", or "Oooo forget it, I'm taking my shirt off!" (Yes, that happened tonight).

I've joined a 90-day commitment to fitness on Facebook with some girl friends. We've all committed to 4+ times of workout/week for at least 30 minutes, being accountable with each other, and probably some kind of diet plan. Hubbins has said he'll do it with me, but he's not in the group since several of us (ugghhh) have posted "Before" pictures. We're (hubby and I) also going to take our measurements and weigh ourselves to see how this goes over the next 90 days.

90 days… Geez. That's no joke. It's not like the ~20 day things I've done before. This is through the holidays. This is through all the pies, mini candies, and CHRISTMAS COOKIES.

CHRISTMAS. COOKIES. 


My heart is sad, but really, so are my hips. And my belly. And my chins. All the chins. 

I'll be starting Turbofire tomorrow with my friend Abs and that should be interesting. She's at least done this before, but I'm just going to go in and see what happens. =P 

Can I brag on the Bearded Wonder for a second? I try not to on social media, because gross, but man- this guy. He's so supportive with any and every thing, and I really don't know that I could even attempt this without him. Remember that time he dragged me to the gym? It's just because he cares so much. He did zumba with me tonight (HILARIOUS*), and he'll be doing Turbofire with me tomorrow. 

Between him and all the support from these 90-day ladies… Man I feel like a rockstar. 


OH! My shirt. Let's rewind to zumba for a second. This room was biggish, but there were also at least 15 extra people in there over what should've been comfortable. So while they had 2 fans blowing, they couldn't conquer the exertion everyone was exuding. It was marginally akin to the bikram yoga session, except more fun and with a lot of Spanish music. It was SO hot. Oh so hot. My pasty Irish skin was burning, and after mopping up a ton of sweat with my t-shirt, I finally said "Screw it" and threw it to the side. 

I shook my tail feather in my yoga pants with my neon yellow sports bra and black spaghetti strap tank top. Not something I'd normally wear in public, but when it's a thousand degrees and you feel like you can't breathe, you also can't wear that much clothing. It's just not right. So I took it off and I danced danced danced! 

We're watching DWTS, and this just happened on live TV. My heart sang. <3 #CarltonForLife
OK so that's where I'm at! Hopefully more regularly blogging now that stuff is moving, so keep your eyes peeled and subscribe to this silly thing! :) 

How've you been in my absence? ;) 

xo
A Redhead

*Note: There's not much better than watching your husband twerk in a room mostly filled with women and 1 super uncoordinated guy. So good. It made the whole thing worth it. ;) 

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Running is the bane of my existence

It's been a minute since I posted!

Funny enough, I think about you guys and this blog just about everyday....

"You realize if you don't go running, you'll have to confess on your blog, right?"
"Hey, I know ice cream is a sweet, sweet gift from Heaven... But you'll have to confess your sugary sins on the blog."
"Girl, put down the spoon for alfredo- you'll have to blog about it later."

Really the moral of the story is when I don't want to confess something, I just don't blog. Ha! Ok it's not just that, there's legitimately just been a lot going on around here lately. We got back from Delaware (where I did not have a 2nd scoop of alfredo. #NailedIt), have been taking care of house things, been selling wedding stuff (tablecloths, table runners, etc.), selling shoes I never wear and can't wear because my feet are the suck.... It's been busy, mmk!

Not to mention there was an unholy rage that we still went to the gym last night even though all I wanted to do was lay on the couch and not go running. I hate running. Running is terrible, horrible, no good, very bad stuff. Well, more specifically I was hoping that since we stayed at our friend's house laughing and carrying on like goobers, the Bearded Wonder would forget we said we were going to the gym at all.

He didn't.

I love him for that, I truly do. I told him several times "I'm not mad you, I'm not rage-y at you, I'm rage-y at running. I hate running, and if it had nards, I would punch them". I meant every word of it, I haaaaattteee running.

Remember my last post about how "running is so freeing blah blah blah"?

Yep. That's all gone.

I did at least walk the time I was supposed to. On a happier note, my feet are doing muuuuuuch better, though now the side of my problem child foot is being difficult. Whatever, it's better than the limp-inducing heel and arch pain I felt before.

So that's it! How's everyone else doing with 5K training?? 

<3
A Redhead

Monday, July 21, 2014

And I ran... I ran so far away...

<"I just raaannnnn, I ran all night and daaayyyyy">
(quick spin in a circle and intense camera stare)
<"Couldn't get away">
[Cue synthesizer *pew pew pew pew*]

You're welcome for the serenade. Don't recognize the song?? Well, you're in luck! Here's a YouTube video. Pay close attention to the hair- it helps you run. At least I think it does... Why else would they have that cut and sing about running away...?


Again, you're welcome.

Hubbins and I went yögging again yesterday at the gym, and I have to confess I'm quite proud of myself. I made it through the entire Couch to 5K week 1 session. This is important as the first time I tried this, I didn't finish. But! This time I was running my spandex'd toosh off, feeling like a sissy girl, and just as I was thinking "there's no way- I can't do it!", I heard the sweetest words I've ever heard [while running]:

"Only 2 more runs to go!*"

"2 more runs?! I can make it through 2 more runs!"

By goodness, I did it. I made it through 2 more runs, a 5-minute cool down, and then spent some sweet sweet time in the pool. We even did a few laps- look at us being so athletic!

Also, I would totally get eaten by a shark if in that most unfortunate of circumstances. 

Not the point. The point is, running is a weird, weird thing. I'm a lazy person by nature, but there's something about running that feels so freeing. There were a few times during the C25K** podcast where my feet hit the treadmill just right and I felt like I was running so in sync with the music. I'll eventually make it to running on pavement, but the treadmill's just fine for now.

We're going out of town this weekend (and have a super sweet house sitter, so no bright ideas!) and are already planning to go running once or twice while we're gone, even though we'll only be gone 3-ish days. Since I've signed up for the 5K, I really want to run/yög it. I think I'm going to be really disappointed with myself if I walk the whole thing.

Of course, walking is still more than I normally would do, but I've made a big deal out of yögging on here, sooooo.... yeah. It needs to happen.

Well, it is an 80's 5k... Maybe I'll get some Flock of Seagulls hair for the occasion. Wind resistance and all. ;-)

I would run too... Away from the scissors.
<3
A Redhead

*Note: I may be paraphrasing- it's all a blur. =P
**Note: "C25K". I'm so fancy. That's Couch 2 5K for you newbs. ;)

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

I came, I saw, I yogged.

Well, as I mentioned here, I have a burning desire to run a 5K. Because I hate lying to you lovely folks, I signed myself and the Bearded Wonder up for a "Dash Into the 80's" 5K! Woop woop!


I'm terrified. But I'm determined. It's 3.2 miles. 5 kilometers. It's nothing. It's an hour-ish out of my day. I. Can. Do. This.

Any excuse to make this face in neon 80's garb.
Hubbins and I went to the gym tonight, and for me it was the first time in many moons. We went to the cardio cinema (even though I was using ear buds for the podcast) so I'd be more comfortable flailing in the dark, and we got our yog on. I did much better than I thought I would, really. We only did half the program, because I did indeed feel like I was dying, but that's 24 more minutes of walk/yogging that I wouldn't normally do. I also had my fancy new orthotics in my sneakers which was suuuuper helpful.

Now, if you're a dude or I work with you, you should probably stop reading here. Or if I know you in real life, or have ever met you, or may meet you in the future. Basically I'm going to confess something and assume no one's going to read it.

I wore Spanx on my yog.

Oh yes. I did. It happened.

1) I looked adorable all smoothed out and Kardashian-esque* in my workout clothes. Which we all know is what the gym is really about: lookin' good.

2) It was just more comfortable. Yes, I now know I'm beautiful. Yes, I love myself. Blah blah blah. Not the point. The point is that pretty or not, home girl jiggles. I'm like Santa with a bowl full of jelly, minus the beard. I'm like Fat Albert, but a chick and without a world-renowned laugh (at least I hope not...). I'm like Melissa McCarthy. Yeah- I'm like Melissa McCarthy. (Oh to dream...)

Either way, it's no different than wearing compression shorts/capris. It kept everything in place and wasn't uncomfortable to run like it would be sans-spandex. The bowl full of jelly stayed stationery, and I wasn't concerned and self-conscious about how I looked as I ran. Yeah, I know I shouldn't care what others think, but bottom line is running/yogging is a new and scary territory for me, and if it means yogging in the dark while wearing Spanx, then darnit I'm going to do it [for the time being].

So that's it. I came, I saw, I yogged.


<3
A Redhead

*Note: I cannot possibly care less about who the Kardashians are or what they do, buuuut baby (me) got back.