Friday, May 3, 2013

I went to the gym by myself today



This is a big deal for a fat kid like myself.

Thanks Britt.  You know how tough it is to drop a few.


Whoops….

I just found out I'm doing the workout lesson wrong; apparently I'm supposed to be alternating workouts A & B.

You feel me, bro?

I know, me too.
Well… No sense in stopping now. I'll just keep doing what I'm doing, and try to adjust when I'm done with this part.

"A" for effort anyway??

<3
A Redhead

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

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Feels like the first time… with you.

Well hello blog world! I've had numerous blogs throughout my life, and I'm finally going to write the blog I never wanted to write:

A fitness blog.

I've read numerous fitness/weight-loss blogs, and they are [almost] all fabulous. They've got great pictures of these fit [wo]men, tasty recipes, and impressive stats of their gym time. But what about a blog before they become these lean, mean, gym-crunching machines?

I'm not necessarily saying that I'm going to become a lean, mean, gym-crunching machine, but… Wait a second. Yes. Yes I am saying that. Why not say it? I can do this! So what if I've been overweight my whole life? So what if I've heard countless snickers about my large posterior? So what if I can sit down with a bowl of sugary confections* and destroy that fool in 15 minutes flat?

The only thing standing in the way of me, is me. It's certainly not my [amazing gym rat] fiance, or my friends or even my family. I'm the only one who stops me from being the sexy beast** outside that I am on the inside. Rawr, baby. 

I've recently posted pictures all over my room that I snagged off Pinterest of these insanely fit women that have obnoxiously motivational sayings above their heads or down their toned sides. "You can't lose weight by talking about it", "Eating healthy means you look good in clothes, exercising means you look good naked", "If you suck it up now you won't have to suck it in later." They're ridiculous cliches, but you know what? They're all things I need to internalize. I'm amazing at talking about losing weight. I can find healthy recipes, have fantastic intentions, and I can tote my cute little gym bag around. But I need to actually suck it up and DO SOMETHING. I'm also getting married in 4.5 months (woooo!!!). As my late-20's fiance and I are both in possession of our respective v-cards, of course I don't want every little dimple and jiggle to show on our romantic getaway to a resort. What a way to start our honeymoon: "Ohhh baby, don't mind me while I just roll off my 3 pairs of Spanx. Heeyyyyyy." Finally, my whole life's mission has been to "suck in that gut". And you know what? I'm tired. I'm flat out tired of sucking it in. I'm tired of having weird skin lines when I peel off a pair of nude colored Spanx. I'm tired of being concerned with posing "just so" in pictures so the camera doesn't rudely add 10+ lbs. I'm just plain tired.

So. Here I am, in all my glory. Here I am posting this blog for accountability sake. Here I am trying to make a lifestyle change and not do some fad diet. If that stuff works for you, do it! For goodness sakes keep going!! But I'm not that kind of girl, and it's taken 14+ years of yo-yo diets and failed workout attempts to realize it.

That's right. I said 14+ years. I've been on more diets than I have dates. Oh, to put in perspective for those of you just meeting me: I'm 26. As in I've been attempting to diet and workout since I was 12. As in more than half my life. Caught up? Good. I get frustrated with myself when I think about the years wasted. I was even bulimic for awhile (that's a whole other story!), and while I'm glad that I finally got that under control, I hate that I've wasted so much time trying to find the "magic bean" of weight loss. You know exactly what I'm talking about: the supplement or "10-minute shred" workout. That's exactly how my bulimia started though: I watched a Lifetime movie with Calista Flockhart (darn you, overtly-real-TV-messages!) having a binge/purge situation, and my first thought at 16 years old was "Ooohh does that really work?!". It was a sickness, and one I'm glad to be over.

Here's what I've learned: weight loss is math. I hate math, so naturally this was a painful lesson. Basically though you need to burn more calories than you consume. When that happens, do you know what effect that has on your body? Weight loss!! Glory glory Hallelujah!


But even more important than that, is I didn't gain all this weight in one night. It was a gradual process brought on by a love for 7-11's frozen Coke™ slurpees and those crunchy orange Cheetos™ that leave me sucking my fingers for more. So if that was all a gradual slide into the plus-size, it's most definitely going to be a gradual slide back to the misses side.

Moving forward, my posts will hopefully not be so long. But join me on this journey of weight loss and fitness. Yell at me when I eat too much ice cream in a week, but hug me when my arms hurt from doing bench dips. Also I'll go into detail about some things I'm eating and some exercises I'm doing. 

Just to prove I'm serious, here are some really unflattering pictures of my body:

This is from my engagement night. But my arm flab makes my heart hurt. =( 
Sitting down is never a flattering pose on a girl my size. 
1-year anniversary with the Bearded Wonder.
He loves my badonka donk, I'm not so sure about it though...
Wish me luck, friends!
<3 A Redhead

*Note: "sugary confections" could mean cake, ice cream, candy… Whatever I get my hands on. It's embarrassing, really. 

**Note pt. 2: When I say "sexy beast", I'm clearly joking. Please don't think for a second that I'm sitting over here growling while I look at myself in a mirror.