tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54414559934989574752024-03-13T04:53:47.381-04:00Strong Mama K - Striving for 200I've lost 185lbs, and then gained some back.
But I'm kicking ass and striving for my ultimate goal: A 200 lb loss.
Working all mental, physical and emotional aspects of being healthy, happy and fit. You'll see my ups and downs here, because I'm proud to be imperfect! Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.comBlogger596125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-69390002124631550692015-01-15T22:45:00.001-05:002015-01-15T22:45:35.341-05:00What do you sayWhat do you say when you don't have words to describe how you feel. When hubby is snoring next to you and em you desperately want to be sleeping so your brain can rest, but you can't slow it down enough to drift off.<div><br><div>Last night, after a stressful and intense council meeting, it was decided that the position I am to fill as music director will be funded. I have been hired, which is wonderful. It also means I will now have 2 jobs that will require approx 50-60 hours of work per week, 7 days a week.</div><div><br></div><div>I love what I do. Now I have to try and relax a little do I can enjoy my work. And also find time to just "be". Relax. Play. Have fun. Every time I attempt to take some relaxation time, I think of all the things to be done (house cleaning, appointments to make, groceries, cooking, lesson planning, class schedules and cirriculums, emails and phone calls to return, music sorting and scheduling) and I feel compelled to do it, no matter how long I've already been working. </div><div><br></div><div>Obviously I'm tired and talking in stress, so I'm off to try to turn my brain off and sleep. Peace. </div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4CuY5FIM7CvNOVkw1rs-xROS76Lg0fluLo6e5tFLrlSKwG_CdgKNk1kCX0WAxWR5HxOVxli4l92XN0ybW_RJhWg9V0qzUpj9LmC0j9UlWKHFY-0uIhafxe3uQ_XrsQcRYsIQPuIzihs/s640/blogger-image--1284452407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4CuY5FIM7CvNOVkw1rs-xROS76Lg0fluLo6e5tFLrlSKwG_CdgKNk1kCX0WAxWR5HxOVxli4l92XN0ybW_RJhWg9V0qzUpj9LmC0j9UlWKHFY-0uIhafxe3uQ_XrsQcRYsIQPuIzihs/s640/blogger-image--1284452407.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div></div>Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-82359026886888950972015-01-08T22:00:00.001-05:002015-01-08T22:00:22.453-05:00Everything happens for a reasonHey guys,<div><br><div>I mentioned I was asked to become the new music director at my church. Well, now there's a big to-do going on about money and salaries, etc, and it might not happen. Very disappointing. But I try to remind myself that everything happens for a reason. Right... </div><div><br></div></div><div>Does the winter get anyone else down? Damn. And it's not nearly over!</div><div><br></div><div>I purchased a nutribullet and I'm excited to use it. Protein smoothies for breakfast, here I come! Boys love them too so it's a total win. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm getting to the gym this week much more regularly now that the kids are both back in school. Eating has been better too. Logging my food, drinking my water, yada yada. Boy, is this as boring to read as it is to write, or am I just really in the dumps? Ehh, regardless...</div><div>Peace.</div>Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-15946850708399914912015-01-03T21:44:00.001-05:002015-01-03T21:44:21.302-05:00Update 2 - video<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My thoughts as I tried to walk off some anxiety the other night....Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-10684049033283300722015-01-03T21:26:00.002-05:002015-01-03T21:26:35.310-05:00Update Number 1Ok, here I am - ready to update you on the happenings.<br />
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You guys know in August I decided to take the plunge and start my own studio again (voice studio). I got my feet a little wet - and before I knew it, I had enough students to give my full time job my 2 weeks notice. Terrified is a good word, but I plowed forward.<br />
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The last time I wrote (prior to NYD), I had 2 days left of work and I was ready to get out of there, but still super worried. I had about 15 students at that point. By the time the first week of teach rolled around, I had about 18. Now I have 30. So, in 3.5 months, I have a completely full voice studio, which now has a waiting list, I am interim part-time music director at my church, and I run early childhood education music classes 2 times per month.<br />
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As you can imagine, I am working MORE than 40 hours per week. But it doesn't even matter. I really DO love it. It's stressful and frustrating and magical and wonderful.<br />
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But there is still struggle. I am still trying to structure my time so I am not always working ("oh, I'll just answer this e-mail quick", "This will only take a second..."). I am constantly pulled in many, many, many directions. I finished up the class I was taking, did really well, but I cannot afford to go back next semester without the reimbursement from my previous job. A major downfall, for sure, but I'm not going to give up on it. I am saving for the fall and hopefully can continue one class at a time to finish my associates in nutrition and dietetics.<br />
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And of course, the reason we are all here, right? The struggle with eating and exercise. Luckily, my exercise has not really dropped off too much. A few weeks during the holidays, I only made it to the gym 2 times, but that was at it's lowest. The eating, however... *sigh*<br />
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See, I'm a very focused person (ahem, semi-obsessive) but when I get focused on something, other things tend to fall away. Their importance is minimized. That's what happened with food prep, weighing and measuring, counting and caring about what I was eating when the studio took off.<br />
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2 days ago, on my vocal studio Facebook page, I did a little recap on how blessed I was by how the last few months had played out. Someone called me their "hero". This felt laughable to me. Not only laughable, but panic inducing. I'll be posting a video I took on my walk that evening, sharing my thoughts on it.<br />
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So, what's the plan, you might want to know. Well, here it is. I'm going to be working very, very hard on dividing my time appropriately. Gym time in the morning works really well. I get some housework done before I bring the boys to school and I hit the gym on the way home. Bam. Done. I get home, shower and my workday begins. I have to find the time for food prep and I need to make sure every shred of the holidays (food, and decorations) is out of my house.<br />
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Tomorrow on the way home from church, grocery store and food prep will start as soon as I get home. If the good food is there, I will eat it. If the crap food is there, I will eat it. Duh. Keep it out.<br />
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A very good friend of mine joined me in a dietbet so hopefully that helps the motivation as well. Being in the trenches with someone is so helpful. And unfortunately, I don't have anyone else interested in getting healthier right now (ahem, hubby). The good thing is he will mostly just eat what I cook and if he gets something out, he doesn't bring it home.<br />
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Anyway, that's the plan. I have my shopping list, my menu planned and the tight feeling in my pants telling me to GET IT TOGETHER.<br />
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A little glimpse at my Thing 1 and Thing 2, cause they are adorbs:<br />
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<br />Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-41854160785600825972015-01-01T19:36:00.001-05:002015-01-01T19:36:40.820-05:00Is there anybody out there?Wow, long time no see, huh? A lot has gone on over the last 4 months and I'll fill you in a bit at a time. So, why am I back? Well, this is one place I can fully vent. Put out my true feelings. I don't have any other place like that right now. So, if there IS someone reading: you're it.<div>Social media, while full of friends and family, is also now filled with clients and students. So, airing any big insecurities is not a great idea there. Even my Strong Mama K facebook has access to people I may not want to be bearing my soul to.</div><div>Anyway, Happy New Year. I'll be back again to give you the story from September on.</div><div>Peace.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUCk8Z9Ai7m8FSjB36A7JMsJ9g652CdwpwsmDbipfxcbkGWUGPwik_I1qEDXa3y4u7XrihjWNNe1XgXBouEJ5iAyViY-JR0HUerx4gonJ9DMWoiSOxkqeoeNR8C-LKqGIOd5zIXA3_X5A/s640/blogger-image--1180288025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUCk8Z9Ai7m8FSjB36A7JMsJ9g652CdwpwsmDbipfxcbkGWUGPwik_I1qEDXa3y4u7XrihjWNNe1XgXBouEJ5iAyViY-JR0HUerx4gonJ9DMWoiSOxkqeoeNR8C-LKqGIOd5zIXA3_X5A/s640/blogger-image--1180288025.jpg"></a></div></div>Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-25951713420177612012014-09-03T15:29:00.002-04:002014-09-03T15:29:28.903-04:00My poor, neglected blog<span style="color: #674ea7;">Poor baby! I'm sorry I have neglected you, my little blog!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Alright - hi guys. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">I lost a follower in my absence! *sigh* Oh well!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">I wouldn't say I've been "off the wagon". I've been hanging on. Maybe to a little tiny corner with my pinkie finger, but I've hung on!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">AND, it's paid off, my friends. No, I haven't lost any weight. But, even with my occasional stress eating and being unable to do my hardcore workouts, I have NOT gained any weight!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">That is a VICTORY as far as I am concerned!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">But, now is the time to get re-focused. So, I am going to what has motivated me for the last few months. Diet Bet! I just joined another game that starts TODAY. I'm glad. No down time! I'll submit my pic later today and I am already off and running!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">This is going to take even more determination now. In 2 days, I will be working for myself. I will have unstructured time that I will have to create structure within. I need to do that immediately, so that I don't get lax with anything. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">I'm going to make the gym in the AM a priority. Drop the kids off, hit the gym. Go home, shower, breakfast and work for a few hours. Lunch, housework, Teaching. Pick up kids, teaching, class. Repeat. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Anyway, I'm running to class. But I'll be back more often again.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">As always - keep moving forward...</span><br />
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<br />Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-74450597178652072342014-08-25T14:55:00.004-04:002014-08-25T14:55:41.023-04:00The Cat is outta the bag...<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>It's official.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>My last day of my current 40hour-per-week job will be next Friday.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>I'm taking a very large, scary leap. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">I guess you don't know.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">I guess that's why it's called faith.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">But... making a big change is NOT just about me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">It's about my family.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">One wrong move and my family could be in financial chaos.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">But staying the same... I just don't think that's an option.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">But the panic.... oooohhhhh the panic.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">It has set in.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Can I really do this?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">SHOULD I really do this?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Will it be worth it?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">What if I fail?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">I'm trying to allow myself, in this situation, to feel like I feel in the gym.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;">You just DO it.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;">You keep at it.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;">YOU make it a SUCCESS.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;">It takes hard work, discipline.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;">There are struggles.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;">But if you work hard enough, you WILL conquer. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><b>But</b>, in the gym, it's just ME.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">There is no one but MYSELF to feel the effects if I fail. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">But THIS... this... what if... what if...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Freaking out has officially begun. Where will it go now?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Why do "leaps of faith" have to be SO DAMN BIG?</span>Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-25935972919020880172014-08-13T15:36:00.003-04:002014-08-13T15:36:51.795-04:00Chipping away<span style="color: blue;">All I can manage:</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">My weight is moving down.</span><br />
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Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-79042057290261806662014-08-07T07:19:00.001-04:002014-08-07T07:19:22.939-04:00Exhaustion, Birthdays, Ragtime and DietBet<span style="color: #674ea7;">I can hardly keep my eyes open as I write this. It's 7:04am and I have been at work for a while now. After rehearsals every night for Ragtime, getting home after 11:00 each evening, the exhaustion is catching up with me. Thank GOD I had the for-sight to take tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday OFF of work! Hooray! I am TOTALLY sleeping in tomorrow (which will probably mean 7:00am)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Today is my little ones birthday. He is 4 today. Not a baby anymore, for sure. He is an <i>incredible</i> little human being. <b>Smart, sensitive, caring, stubborn, awesome</b> and most definitely his "own man".</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Last night was our second-to-last rehearsal before our show "goes up" tomorrow night. Of course we started snapping pics. I'll share a sneak peek with you:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Battling with my weight for what seems like my whole life never gets easier. I may have lost a lot of weight, but those little voices still plague me. I didn't get my costume until yesterday, and they whole time I was thinking "it's not going to fit. What am I going to do if it doesn't fit?" The costume was MADE for me, from my MEASUREMENTS. So, in reality, I didn't really have a lot to be concerned about. But, that didn't stop those voices. *sigh* I guess that will always be a battle? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">The show is going to be wonderful. There are still kinks that we need to work on (as with ANY show!). But, if you are in the CT area and want to come support the show, PLEASE let me know! We have a moving and important story to tell here. Or you can go to our theater companies website <a href="http://www.roundtableplayers.com/">Round Table Players</a> to reserve tickets.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">A little update on my DietBet. As I think I mentioned, I ended up taking part in not one but TWO dietbets this past month! I am excited to say I made my goal! One is ending today and the other tomorrow. Once I post my official weigh-in for them, I'll share it with you. But I'll give you a hint - it's a VERY nice milestone to see AGAIN. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Keep moving forward!</span>Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-13739769188430364152014-08-05T07:49:00.001-04:002014-08-05T07:49:12.776-04:00It's SHOWTIME!<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">During this crazy tech week of Ragtime, The Musical, you won't see any gym pictures. I'm going from work to rehearsal to shower to bed and repeat, until Friday, when I will celebrate the birthday of my beautiful Thing 2 (4 years old!) and get some much needed rest before our Friday night opening.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">This is not to say that I will be sedentary. Oh no. I'm doing what I can, when I can. This week, it's 20 minute walks in the morning and afternoon at work. Although rehearsal isn't "exerting" in the way that we think of when going to the gym, it IS being on my feet, in constant motion, for 3-4 hours. No, I don't count it as a workout, but I KNOW I'm burning some calories! </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">I won't lie. I'm tired. Bed after 11:00, up at 5:45 to get into work by 6:30 to make up some time I will be taking off on Friday, Monday and Tuesday (ohhhhhhh yeeesssssssss), is really exhausting. However, I have not (and will not) sacrifice my eating because of it. I'm still prepping and logging all of my food. I know that if I default to crap food for convenience, not only will I see it on the scale, I will FEEL it in my energy and I will just generally feel like crap. I don't have time for that shit.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">I'm too tired to write anymore. LOL. I just spent the last 5 minutes staring blankly at the screen. So, I'm going to take that as a sign and wrap it up. I can't guarantee another post this week, but I can guarantee I will have SHOW pictures for you next week! (And maybe a scale picture or 2!)</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">And planning this: (Poor Sammy has to have his party almost 3 weeks after his actual birthday! This WILL be his invite, once I change the name on it.)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">4 minute intervals<br /><br />TRX round 1<br />10 rows<br />10 chest press<br />10 ham curls<br /> </span><br />
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<br />Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-63011380623795867552014-07-23T15:06:00.003-04:002014-07-23T15:06:47.550-04:00Hitting the Gym - it does your SPIRIT good!<br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">It seems that weekly posts are as good as we are going to get around here right now. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I didn't set foot in the gym all weekend. Usually my weekends are scheduled around my gym time. Nothing of the sort this past weekend. I was exhausted, and hubby and I are shouldering most of the work on the show we are in coming up in August. We spent all weekend working on costumes mostly. We are actually starting to panic just a little that things are not going to come together...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Anyway, once Monday hit, I was really ready to hit it. I can tell when I haven't gotten to the gym in more the 2-3 days. I start feeling very sluggish and depressed. So, Monday I went to the gym and did this:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I felt great afterward. I never regret a workout, that's for sure.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Then last night, I did this:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Another Power Playground workout at Tuff Girl. This was brutal! Check out the metabolic circuit that we went through in between strength moves! Yowza!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Tire flips! Cargo nets! Slosh pipe! Love, love, love!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I really, really, loved it. And just in case you didn't see it in my last post. I DID THIS:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I cannot hide my pride! I remember last summer doing the Fitathalon and practically needing my coach to carry the lower 1/2 of my body in order to cross the monkey bars. NOW I CAN DO IT! I'm going to keep working so I can do hand-over-hand.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I attempted the rope again, and got up a little further. I'm going to conquer that bitch too!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I didn't weigh in this week. I didn't want to see it, because I felt so sluggish and heavy. I don't know that my weight is actually affected, but the way I was feeling? Well, I didn't want to feel any worse.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I will weigh in on Saturday and take what's there.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Eating has been pretty good, but the weekend was a little off.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Tonight is rehearsal and we are doing all choreography. In the heat and humidity. God, grant me the serenity!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Tomorrow night is another playground. I can't wait!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Keep moving forward!</span>Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-65414967143981925792014-07-23T11:07:00.001-04:002014-07-23T13:12:48.814-04:00I'm a MONKEY - VIDEO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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YEAH BITCHES!!!<br />
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I am SO proud of this!<br />
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The first time I've ever been able to do this!<br />
Well, technically it was the 2nd time - because I did it once in the workout and then AGAIN for the camera!<br />
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I'll be back later with a full post!<br />
WOOHOO!Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-26474422446087049292014-07-16T11:25:00.002-04:002014-07-16T11:25:50.727-04:00Conquring fears - Check, Sad decisions - Check. <span style="color: #38761d;">Lapse in time again, I know. Sue me. You guys understand, I know.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I am down a few more lbs, but my stupid ticker at the top won't load so I can update it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I looked my fear in the face and went to a new "Power Playground" workout last night. I was ready to do it last week, and after seeing a video of the stuff they were doing (rope climbs and monkey bars in particular) I got super nervous. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">So I did something I have never done with a workout at Tuff Girl.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I canceled it because I was scared. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Momentary lapse in courage.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">But, I mustered the courage up and I went last night. Cause you know, when you are afraid of something - sometimes you just need to take a deep breath and dive into it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Take a look: </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">It was something, for sure! Whew!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">The rope climb has become my new nemesis. The technique is tough for me. I need more core and hip flexor strength to make it work. I will keep trying.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">I WILL make you my BITCH</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Add some super heavy sleads: </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Bar hangs, and an awesome sledge hammer to a massive tire and that was only about 1/3 of the workout. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I'm not sore yet. But I will be. Oh yes. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">This past weekend was so incredibly busy. I started off Saturday morning with this:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">It was a good one! I had a great partner, too. A friend of mine met me over at the gym and we tackled it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">The rest of Saturday was devoted to this:</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Wedding reception</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">With the beautiful bride. Not a flattering pic for me, but that is a size Medium dress!</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I sang at the wedding of a lovely friend and hubby and I went to the reception. It was all a little far from where we live, so we left the house around 12 noon and didn't return till almost 11:00PM. That's late for this old lady!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Sunday involved church and meetings and FINALLY catching up with my babies. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">And just like that, the weekend was gone!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">*sigh*</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #38761d;">I'm transitioning into a new position at work and it's busy. One person has an issue with me being in the new position. Unfortunately, I have to work very closely with her. I hope we can work together professionally until she realizes I am awesome.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">The situation I spoke of a few weeks ago came to a head and is now over. Unfortunately, we had to ask for the resignation of our music director. He was a friend of mine, and doing that really sucked. And just as I suspected, I have not heard from him. I'm sure I won't, and that this event has not only up-ended his life, but ended our friendship. It makes me sad. But in my position, I had to put my feelings for him aside and look at the situation from a professional perspective. When I did that, the answer was clear. Sad, but clear.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Anyway, keep moving forward guys... </span><br />
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<br />Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-63634916569747068852014-07-08T15:58:00.002-04:002014-07-08T15:58:30.954-04:00DietBet 2 and sick again and The Race<span style="color: #351c75;">Yes, I'm sick again...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">It's really weird. I was thinking, not too long ago, that it takes quite a bit to get me sick nowadays. And in the last few months, I have been sick several times. All colds that take me down for a few days. They sit in my chest and makes exercising very difficult. Frankly, it's pissing me off.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">However, I know for a fact that my stress level is MUCH higher the past few months because of work and the show. And I'm thinking that may be why. Thoughts?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I started my own dietbet, but I'm a loser and no one wants to join it. So, it's going to be canceled. Oh well, maybe I'll try starting one another time. So, anyway, since I think they are so much fun, I joined a different one that starts tomorrow. I'll weigh in tonight and get moving. Another 4% down - here I come!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">The Race...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">No, not some TV show. Our lives.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I follow this fantastic community called Push over on Facebook. She is one of the Weight Loss Rebels and she always has really interesting things to say. Yesterday she talked about a race. (This is all paraphrasing the very eloquent way to say this.) The race is just you. You aren't against anyone else. You have to run around a track 7 times to "win" and get to your "prize". So, you are jogging along and about 3 laps in you're like "I'm tired of this same old track, round and round in circles. I'm just going to sprint and get this shit over with" So you run your ass off. You are on your 6th lap and you simply cannot move on anymore. You are completely spent. Nothing left to give. So you stop. And you give up. Just shy of your goal.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">So, what did you sprint for?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Who were you racing against?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">What was your hurry?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I dunno. Sometimes I feel like if I don't get my exercise in everyday I am going to "fall behind".</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Fall behind what? I have no idea.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #351c75;">Take now, for example. Being sick - not a good idea to go to the gym. I rescheduled my class till Thursday (assuming I feel better). The stress of feeling like I am "behind" or on some kind of time clock is not helping me in ANY way, shape or form! </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #351c75;">I like the tempo I am at right now. I'm not sprinting, but I am moving along at a good clip. It's all good, and I'm not going to let my sudden anxiety-driven urge to sprint take over. All it will cause is collapse on the sidelines for too long. Ya know what I mean?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Alright, let's switch gears for a second. You know you wanna see this:</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">My C25K finish on Sunday, before I started feeling like crap.</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><br /></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Taking the boys out to play in the rain on 7/4</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Toothless! My Thing 1 lost his first tooth! And swallowed it! HA!</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Keep moving forward, guys... whatever pace works for you!!</span><br />
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<br />Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-65097175043497349162014-07-05T23:00:00.002-04:002014-07-05T23:00:40.780-04:00RICE and things on my mindRICE: rest, ice, compress, elevate.<br />
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No, I'm not really injured, but my know what's to know what the fuck I am thinking running on it and then using it for things like squats, and walking, and standing upright.<br />
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Yeah.<br />
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So, I'm being proactive before it gets injured and while it's sore and mad at me to elevate and ice.<br />
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Ahhh....<br />
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I was very happy with today's workout. I did my C25K first, and finished with some heavy weight intervals. I wanted to work on ropes fir my final round, but some chic was using them in some kind of dancy-thing. I tried to wait it out, but she was there fir a long time, so I decided to forgo the last round. I wasn't upset, I was already spent!<br />
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I don't normally blog on weekends, but it's helping get my mind of of some stressful things coming up. The worst being something I talked briefly about last week will be coming to a head. Having interactions with a person who is going to be hurt and I will have played a part in it, and they don't even know it's coming yet. Oh, damn. It's ridiculous. I don't want to be fake to them. Laughing and joking all while knowing what's coming is just a slap in the face...<br />
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What can I do?<br />
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Avoid like the plague<br />
Although that is not working so far.<br />
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Just venting. Now I will de-ice and try to sleep.<br />
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Keep moving forward...Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-26018858612116998892014-07-02T10:48:00.001-04:002014-07-02T10:48:08.804-04:00Pool Workout and the next DietBet<span style="color: #990000;">Hello all!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Well, I think my pool workout was a success. I mean, if you don't sweat, does it still count? I was out of breath, muscles were burning. Good signs, right? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Right.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Ok. Yesterday was a good eating day.<i> No, there were no cookies involved</i>, so yes, that makes it a good day. I thought we were having steak for dinner, but I forgot it was "Taco Tuesday" -one of the few days I can get my boys to sit down to an actual meal - so steak will be tonight.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">I love taco Tuesday because it's just as yummy to me without things like rice or tortillas, just in a bowl. Dump on some salsa on some spicy turkey breast, add a little cheese and I'm a happy camper.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Plus, leftovers for lunch. Yesss....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">My knee is bothering me AGAIN. What the <b>actual fuck</b>, people. Just when I am getting back into running and I am actually WANTING to run. Figures. Even in my pool workout last night, it was hurting with some of the vigorous kicking I was doing. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">I hate being on a roll and my stupid body gets in the way.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><b>Wow, that was a loaded statement, wasn't it. Gonna have to think on that one</b>. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">No workout tonight because of rehearsal. But I like to move around a lot during rehearsal, so I end up walking around (when I'm not on stage) for most of the 3 hour period. I figure it's certainly better than nothing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">I told you guys a few weeks ago I was participating in a DietBet. I did really well, lost more than the 4% needed and won back $54 - pretty sweet I'd say! I looked through some other dietbets starting soon to participate again, but I didn't know any of the peeps, so I decided to start my own! I like to be proactive, ya know. It's open to anyone (but I mostly just invited some friends and family)so if you want to check it out <a href="http://diet.bt/j2cdri">GO HERE</a></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">I really just thought it was a fun way to keep on track. I know some people use it as a marketing tool, or something, but to me, it was just a good time. Apparently money was a good motivator for me! Ha! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Super hot and humid here today so I am continuously reminding myself to drink enough water. Chug-a-lug, people.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">That's all for now!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Keep moving forward!</span>Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-17404057725746880062014-07-01T15:21:00.001-04:002014-07-01T15:21:29.832-04:00Pool Workouts and Cookies for Dinner<span style="color: #38761d;">I hate being an emotional and stress eater. 3 cookies for dinner at a stressful meeting last night - NOT my finest hour. I wish I could spill my guts here, but on the off chance a certain someone is reading me, I gotta stay quiet.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I can say that I have been a part of something that is going to impact a friend negatively. This person has brought it on themselves, and unfortunately, it has to be done. I am fairly sure I will completely lose the friendship. Suck, suck, suck.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">However, eating cookies for dinner (I should have planned ahead and had dinner prior, but my tummy was in knots over this) just makes me feel like crap. Duh.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Tonight: Pool workout. Not leisurely floating in the pool. A real workout. It will be my first. We will see how it goes! This is the plan:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Pool walks: circling the pool (waist deep or higher). Getting the heart rate up. Not sure how many times. Maybe 5?</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Side Leg raises: 10 each leg</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Floating crunches: 15</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">"Superman": (imaging the motion you use to get up and out of the pool, or up and over a wall) -10</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Pool walks: another 5?</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Scissors: Fast kicking hanging onto a pool noodle or the side of the pool</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Hands only swimming: (look ma, no feet!) 2 lengths of the pool</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Pool Walks</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Or maybe one of these I found from <a href="http://www.enjoyingthecourse.com/2013/07/pool-workout-roundup-wheres-summer-gone.html">THIS</a> website</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I have no concept of how challenging this will be. We will see and I will report back. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Dinner will be steak and salad. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Keep moving forward....</span><br />
<br />Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-80786553037290744842014-06-24T15:37:00.001-04:002014-06-24T15:37:48.618-04:00Gym Time - I almost talked myself out of it.<span style="color: #741b47;">I almost talked myself out of it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I was on the highway, driving to the gym, and I almost convinced myself to "just go home" and "workout later". </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">It had been a tough Monday, and I knew hubby was having a tough time with the boys.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I suggested he bring them to the gym and meet me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">He declined.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I almost talked myself out of it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">But then, I drove by my exit. Down 2 more exits to the gym.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I'm SO glad I did. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">After I got changed I checked out "my corner". The corner of the gym with the turf, sleds, TRX, ropes, etc. That's where I always go now. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">It was REALLY full. Facility trainers training clients.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Dammit.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">So, I stood there for a moment. I wasn't even sure of my workout yet, so I took a moment to put it into my phone:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">6 rounds. 35/15 (work/rest)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Round 1<br />Single arm row L (#35)<br />Single arm row R (#35)<br />Weighted squats (#35)<br />X2</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><br />Round 2 (Now referred to as my "WTF round")<br />Power jacks<br />Plank jacks<br />Squat jacks<br />X2</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><br />Round 3<br />TRX chest press<br />TRX Plank<br />TRX Y fly<br />X2</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><br />Round 4<br />Switch steps<br />Box jump to burpee<br />Push-ups<br />X2</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><br />Round 5<br />Rope variation x3<br />X2<br /><br />Finisher<br />Sled pushes</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">305x2 lengths<br />335x4 lengths</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I decided to squeeze around people and just do my thing. This is hard for a fat girl (formerly fatter girl) who always feels like she is in everyone's "way"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">The most gratifying moment of the workout (besides the end. Ha!) was a TRAINER looking at me slamming ropes and saying "Wow".</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Yeah, that happened.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">My sleds: </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">305 (sled = 100, 4x45, 1x25)</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">I'm also down more on the scale. Feeling really good. My <a href="http://www.dietbetter.com/">Diet Bet</a> is officially over and I exceeded my weight loss goal by 2 lbs. YES. Not sure how much $$ I'll get, but it'll be at least as much as I put in.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Today's workout is Day 1 of C25K again. I haven't run in a while, so I am restarting the program to train with a friend who wants to do a 5K in October. It will be good to build up my stamina for my next mud run, <a href="https://www.warriordash.com/location/2014-warrior-dash-connecticut-2/">WARRIOR DASH!</a> That will be on Sept 20!</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #741b47;">Now, something that pissed me off:</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">REALLY? </span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">You DESERVE a donut?? Ridiculous.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">That's all! Keep moving forward!</span><br />
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Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-76857705259090795282014-06-19T15:19:00.001-04:002014-06-19T15:19:19.211-04:00Working out at home: Get after it! <span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I've been working out a lot at home lately, as I am sure you've noticed. My inspiration comes from my Tuff Girl workouts and I am so grateful to have that foundation. Sometimes I am actually able to do the workout from them as written at home, but usually I have to make some modifications.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">That being said, this is what I have for my "home gym"</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">2 handled bands: One for things like band punches and upper cuts, and a heavy one for bicep-curls and maybe rows. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">2 infinity bands: I have a medium and a medium-heavy one at home. They can be used for rows, pull-throughs, band pull-aparts, squat and press, can add difficulty to push-ups, hang them from a park jungle gym and use them for pull-ups... and much much more. I need/want a few more of these in my arsenal. <br /></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have a few sets of dumb bells, but the 2 sets I use most often are my 10's and 20's</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I would love to get heavier weights, so I am scoping out craigslist, etc, for good deals. They are PRICEY in the stores!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Making mountain climbers harder - one glide at a time! Ha! I could be a spokes-person!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">One thing I am noticing with home workouts is I tend to just stay away from the exercises I really hate. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I should probably be better at doing more of a variety of moves, even the ones I don't love. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I did a great tabata the other night and I made it up as I went a long. This is <i>VERY </i>unlike me. But I just brought myself and my equipment outside and went one round at a time. One full round was all sprints up and down my walk way. I was regretting that one by the 6th interval! Ha!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The boys will sometimes follow along with me, or they will just run around doing their own thing. I talked them into a plank contest that night and I made it to<b> 2 min</b> - that was after my full tabata so I was pretty impressed. Thing 2 did more of a downward-dog than a plank, but he was having such a good time. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And isn't THAT the point?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I'm getting used to working out at home. Sometimes I get aggravated if I want to get it done earlier in the evening and the boys aren't cooperating, but in the end I am doing what I can. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Keep moving forward..... </span></span></span><br />
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Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-85878472006122540352014-06-16T11:35:00.000-04:002014-06-16T11:35:01.458-04:00Weekend Recap and a NEW experiment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #741b47;">My weekend was a little up-heaved being sick enough to NOT for to an awesome workout, NOT go to filming, and NOT go to rehearsal. You guys know I have guilt issues, but I did what I decided I HAD to do for my physical, mental and emotional health.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">And yes, I felt guilty.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Yes, in my head I know guilt is a useless, life-sucking emotion. But how do you just<i> stop </i>feeling guilty? Tips, please!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Regardless of the guilt, I did what I had to do.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">So, what <b>DID</b> I do this weekend?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">On Saturday, I tool a 3 mile walk. Someone I respect highly once said "There is no glory in a long walk". That phrase has stuck with me and I admit that it has fueled my "perfection desire" and my "black-or-white" thinking. I'm trying to erase that idea from my thinking. Well, that walk WAS glorious. Because it was what I could do, when I could do it. So, instead of deciding that I didn't feel well and "take the day off" which surely would have included eating junk as well, I decided to do what I could do with what I had in me. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">That, my friends, is progress.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I was feeling better on Sunday and did some cooking:</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Kale that caught fire in the microwave. Yes, that happened</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Zucchini Carrot fritters. Very yum</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><br /></span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #741b47;"> I also made quiche for breakfasts and went shopping for fresh fruits and veggies for the week. I tried to take as much off of the hubby yesterday as possible, it being Fathers Day and all. I did sneak out to the gym with my cousin for an awesome workout written by <a href="http://tuffgirlfitnessct.com/">Christa at Tuff Girl</a> called Everest:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">We changed up the metabolic a little and decided to end with jam ball slams. I picked up a 20 lb medicine ball (what I would normally use at TG) to start our last set of 2 intervals and slammed it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">And then this happened:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">That ball rebounded directly into my face. My upper teach bit through my lower lip. My chin is all bruised today and the right side of my face is a little swollen. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I look like I've been in a bar fight.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">You know what my first thought was?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">"Well, thank GOD this happened at the end of the workout and NOT the beginning!"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Yup, I'm hardcore like that.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">It looks terrible today, but my jaw feels a lot better. I couldn't really chew last night. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I'm sore today all over - but in a good way. Not in the busted-lip way.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Then, this also happened:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">I'm very proud of this, for sure. Even with the crying, screaming and stress of my B+ in Math, I still made the Dean's List.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">So, my experiment:</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;">I've been very stressed by the news lately. Anything to do with kids, especially. Facebook is filled with abused children and animals, school shootings... it's so awful. So, this week I am not going to read any online news that is not positive. It's not that I want to be ignorant, I just need to release myself from some of the negativity that seems to be plaguing everything. I've found some reputable news sources that publish <b>real </b>news, but only positive stories. I'm going to see if it helps keep my spirits a little higher. Besides, don't we all need a little positivity in our lives? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Should be interesting!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Oh yea - down another pound :-)</span><br />
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<br />Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-9839265582734060402014-06-12T12:39:00.000-04:002014-06-12T12:39:15.616-04:00Just 12:39 on a Thursday...<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">I'm still getting over this sucky, sucky chest cold. Yuck. Moving along.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">We had to make some substitutions, because we were working at home. So, instead of using free-weights, we used all bands. I got a new, heavy resistance band we used for bicep curls. It was perfect.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">In the "lower body" section, the only thing we subbed was Pull-throughs (with heavy band) for Romania DL. I don't have heavy enough dumbbells for Rom DL yet - I usually use about #45 each hand at Tuff Girl. I'll get them eventually! The band pull-throughs utilize the hip hinge and work the same set of muscles as Rom DL.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">We changed up the metabolic. After each of the main rounds, we did 3 sets of 1 core exercise and 1 metabolic exercise. For example, plank and jump-rope, or scissors and plank jacks, x3 each.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">For our "finisher" we did 4 metabolic moves and pushed each other hard. 35 seconds of work, 10 of rest/transition. We were both laying on the grass when we were done. My hubby wanted to kill me. Death stare = SUCCESS!! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Last night was rehearsal. We got in a good 30 min walk in beforehand - which was good, because it was a full read through which means a lot of sitting.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">I peeked at the scale this morning and it hasn't moved since Saturday. But, I'm not taking that to mean anything yet. Only weighing in officially one day per week and I am getting pretty good at not getting on the scale everyday.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">I'm still walking everyday at work. Even when I don't want to, and even when I am planning to train after work. Getting away from my desk is as much a mental thing as it is physical. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">I've really taken notice this week specifically how much I want to snack when I am overwhelmed. I think it might be partially that act of getting up, away from my desk (phone, computer, people) and leaving it to get a snack, sitting down and taking time to eat it. It's not about the snack, it's about removing myself from my surroundings. Fine, if I'm actually hungry, which usually, I'm not. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Work is torture. I'm doing the job of 4 people instead of 3 today. Awesome. I have something else possibly in the works that might makes things a little better without burning any bridges... </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">I'll leave you with this gorgeous pic of Thing 2 taken on Children's Sunday at our church last week:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Keep moving forward.... </span></span>Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-33103981048653423882014-06-05T15:04:00.001-04:002014-06-05T15:25:08.892-04:00Day in the Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just another day in the life, guys. Getting bored yet? Do I need to create some drama?<br />
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Nope, I'm not like "other" bloggers out there. I'm glad you enjoy reading, but I do this for me.<br />
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It's a very rainy day in the neighborhood today. Walked inside again. I got some really nice photos:<br />
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This is scintillating stuff, guys. <br />
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Here was lunch:<br />
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So. Exciting.<br />
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That's ok. I can take some non-excitement for now. I'm good without drama and chaos. At least for a little bit.<br />
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It's pay week. (THANK GOD). So, I was able to treat myself to said lunchtime salad. Unfortunately, because we were squeaking on the budget this week, I don't have an afternoon snack with me and I am freaking STARVING. And all my co-workers do is EAT CRAP (well, no, not all of them). Gotta last till I leave here. Hubby is cooking up some chicken and green-beans stir-fry style.<br />
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I just keep drinking water and trying not to think about it. Coffee and water.<br />
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When I get home I am going to bust out a disc workout with my new gliding discs. They are killer. Love it! Continuing to hope the knee holds up.<br />
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This incredibly boring update has been brought to you by Thursday.<br />
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Keep moving forward.... <br />
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<br />Kelliannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03585883189621171791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441455993498957475.post-60346300008903816012014-06-04T13:29:00.000-04:002014-06-04T13:29:12.550-04:00Ragtime and DietBet<span style="color: #351c75;">Hey guys!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I know, yesterday was a bit of a downer. I hear ya.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Thanks to those who reached out with words of encouragement (you know who you are)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Looking back does nothing. Can't change the past. Can only work now and make good decisions to achieve my goals.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I am really enjoying adding more movement back into my day. I'm walking 10-15 min in the morning and afternoon, and 20 min at lunch. Weather doesn't matter (rainy today) because I use my work building. I start in the basement (where I work) and walk the whole building, each floor (B-4th), each stairwell. The whole walk takes my 20 min lunch walk time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">It feels good to walk away from my desk for a few minutes and take some deep breathes.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">There are lots of other things going on around here too. Some weight related, some not:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I mentioned I had auditioned and gotten a great part in our summer musical. We are producing Ragtime, The Musical, and it's going to be a very powerful show. We got all of the cast scores and we have already begun rehearsals. Very exciting!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I'm also participating in something called a <a href="http://www.dietbetter.com/">DietBet</a>. What is it? Well, you pool your money with a bunch of strangers (or friends, I guess!) and your goal is to lose 4% of your weight in a month, or 10% of your weight in 6 months. I decided to try one and I entered with Tony "The Anti-Jared" in his <a href="http://www.dietbetter.com/games/44233">June Blast</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Just for the record. I am not paid to do this. I am not advertising for it. I paid my own money to be involved. Thank you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Anyway, I think it's super fun. I'm already 70% to my "goal" and I have 21 days left! Woah! The "pot" is currently $4,025. Every player who loses 4% (or more) during the game gets a part of the pot. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">DietBet has also made a guarantee that if every single player in the game loses their 4%, each player will get refunded their whole bet amount, and they won't take any $$ for their fees, etc. So, basically, if you do your best and get your 4%, at worst you got to participate for free, at best you make some $$! Fun!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I did a lot of walking and some running yesterday. No official workout tonight, but a choreography rehearsal for Ragtime, so that should burn a *few* calories. Writing up the workout for tomorrow as we speak. My soreness is pretty much gone so I plan on hitting it hard.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">But first: #letmetakeaselfie</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"> Keep moving forward.... </span><br />
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