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What's the dealy-o, yo?

Alright, now that you've dipped your toes into my blog (as have I, actually!), let's get to the nitty gritty. What am I doing that's got my yoga pants in a bunch?

This book.

C'mon, who doesn't want those arms?
It was recommended to me by my best friend who just popped out my adorable niece approx. 14 months ago. I'd always been told that women "can't" lift heavy weights because they'll bulk up and look like this:

I'm here to PUMP (clap) YOU UP!
If that's your thing, go for it! Whatever makes you happy. I'm not here to judge and expect you to do the same for me. I, however, am a smidgen too pale for the amount of sunless tanner required for that lifestyle, plus I prefer a softer, more feminine look.

Given the information I'd always heard about how women should stick to 1-5 pound weights, that's basically what I've done whenever "using weights". Leslie Sansone decreed it. 

But then my friend and I started talking, and for once she gets where I'm coming with the whole weight loss issue. She's always been a skinny little thing, and not that she's remotely fat by any stretch of the imagination (heck, I'm sure she's close to ½ my weight), but she wanted to lose her post-baby weight. That's normal. She raved about going to the gym and how much she hated it, but how she loved the program this book touts (does the word "touts" look weird to anyone else, or is it just me? No? Ok, moving on…). 

In brief, you do 8 sessions of a workout, then move onto the next workout and so forth. So I have 5 exercises that I'm doing 2 sets of 15 reps each for a total of 30 reps per exercise.  It only takes ~30 minutes, and I only have to do it 2-3 times a week. Since I just started Monday, April 22nd, I could only do it twice my first week. This week though I'm on a mission to do it thrice. Today will be my 5th session in workout "A", and I'll make it to workout "B" by Monday the 13th. Holla!

"So, Redhead, do you get to sit around and quell your hunger for ice cream with french fries sticking out of it, right? As LMFAO said, 'YOU WORK OUT!'."

Meehhhh yes and no. I'll write another post about food, but as I've already mentioned: weight loss is math. If you burn 400 calories but eat 1000 "because you can", that's still a net of 600 calories. It's not good or bad, it just is what it is. Plus, if you do any amount of research on the matter, you will find that:

Not all fats are created equal.

It's true! A whole avocado can have around 22g of fat, and you know what? It's OK to eat the whole thing if you really want.


I know, right? Avocados are low on fructose (sugar), and full of fiber, potassium, vitamin E, B-vitamins, and folic acid. They can also help you lower your cholesterol and control your blood pressure. (I'm not crazy, see the full study here)

That being said, there are 23g of fat in a McDonald's double cheeseburger. While the fat content is similar, the fat from the burger comes from the grease of the red meat and it's got 11g of saturated fat (you know, the stuff that contributes to heart issues?). There are nominal amounts of vitamins, and they're probably smothered in delicious processed cheese (we all know how I love processed cheese *coughCheetoscough*). 

Now, I need everyone to repeat after me here: "The fat kid is not a nutritionist. She's just throwing out information from the interwebs and throwing down some mad logic." 

I'm not saying you should eat avocados everyday, or that you shouldn't ever eat a double cheeseburger. I'm just trying to prove the point that not all fats are the same. 

Bottom line for this post: I don't feel guilty over anything I eat anymore. I work out, I'm cutting back on my portions, and darnit I need ice cream or a slice of cake sometimes. Sidenote: I went to a going away party yesterday and yes, yes I did have a glass of champagne and a slice of cake. And it was a side piece, as in extra frosting. Ohhh baby. 

Lily Aldrin and I have our priorities straight.
Enjoy your cake, but remember with great frosting comes great responsibilities. Word of the day is "moderation". I didn't eat any more cake or ice cream yesterday (This is an accomplishment for me. I'm telling you guys, my food addiction is flat out embarrassing), and I ate a healthy dinner. 

Have a lovely weekend! More coming next week. =) 

<3 
A Redhead

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