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Full Plate! May 8, 2013

Filed under: Diabeetus and Metabloism,My LIfe — SideShowShannon @ 9:18 AM
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Where have I been? What have I been doing? Why haven’t I been writing?

Oh, I’ve worked hard on so many things that I can’t wait to share when the time is right!

First of all I received the opportunity to write music reviews with a great local magazine here! In addition to being published, I have gotten some much-needed guidance from a seasoned writer. She has helped me so much that I’m afraid to look back at what I’ve previously written because I’ll find a million mistakes. Image

As for my workouts? I currently kicking my ass by myself, because my partner came home with a blood clot after gallivanting in Thailand and won’t be joining me for a month,  and of course she does this as I introduce my new morning routine:


This workout doesn’t just push me physically, I am mentally challenged every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

I hate push ups, yet I do 60, that’s right friends, SIXTY a day. I do the same amount of lunges as well. I am doing three sets of nine routines, all with dumb bells but two. After the first week of being sore on my days off, I found that I was recovering quicker and I could probably handle doing something Tuesdays and Thursdays. I also took last week off running until I could see how much this was going to take out of me.

Since I’m pretty limited on time, I am splitting my runs up. On my circuit training days, I will run a quick mile before, then run another after the training is over. Weird, today I actually ran my second mile faster than the first. Tuesdays and Thursdays will be reserved for my 5k runs.

So, today I learned that I’m stronger and capable of more activity than I thought. I just don’t have enough time.

Now that it’s May (you couldn’t tell with this weather) I have completely lost interest in the treadmill and want to run outside. I learned that I’m not even running my treadmill runs as fast as I can because I can still picture myself face-planting if I trip up. If you have ever fallen on a treadmill, you will never forget it. The pain is gone, but the scars and shame are still very real to me. We have a couple of beautiful places to run anyways. I need to get out!

Have I lost any weight? Nope. Am I upset? Nope. I look good and I’m strong. I’ve got a wedding in a month and a trip to Destin the month after. By July, I want a smaller stomach, and by June, I want more defined arms and shoulders (I’m wearing a strapless dress). I’m two weeks into my new routine, and I can’t wait to see what four to six weeks of this does for me.

If you wanna try out the Spartacus Workout, click here.  I had to sign up for a free month, but I’ve paid for stupider things. Plus, Women’s Health is one of my favorite sites, and I really don’t mind paying them to make me better. It’s cheaper than a real personal trainer.

This week is our first softball game and I can’t wait. I haven’t played since the baby was about 6 weeks old. We went to batting practice with two other married couples this week and had a blast. I’m starting to like the life we are building here. With our new friends and activities, we  may not travel to see our out-of-state friends as much, but we have to make ourselves at home eventually right?


My body betrays me once again… March 20, 2013


So THIS is what it’s come to… I have had horrible knee pain lately, and my knee pops. I also deal with shoulder pain. I’m looking for advice: any runners have suggestions on knee pain? Something that doesn’t require prescription pills?image


The Third Weigh-In March 13, 2013

Filed under: Diabeetus and Metabloism — SideShowShannon @ 3:53 PM
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I practically skipped into the office today. I have had so many great and exciting things go on, plus I knew I had made some significant changes in the last month!

Let’s see…

  • I’m wearing size 10 jeans, (I haven’t worn that size since I was about 20) I actually was trying them on, and since I usually expected a feeling of extreme snugness (is that a word), I literally gasped when I was able to put them on, and I almost
    Sayyy whaaaaat?

    Sayyy whaaaaat?

    fainted when I zipped them up and didn’t have a muffin top threatening to spill all my secret tucked in fat. Most of my secret tucked in fat no longer resides there.

  • I ran my first 5k and placed 57th out of 217! Haaaay! I actually printed it out to post for motivation.. I can’t wait to run another!! Oh, and according to my Nike Running App, I ran over 40 miles last month! If you runners have it, add me!!! I would love some motivation and competition!2013-03-13_16-09-00_311
  • My overall mood is better! I am so much more confident in my appearance, and about everything in my life! I love my life, I love everything that is happening, it just feels awesome being me!
  • I feel like a BOSS! We were jumping rope this morning, which I love, and all I could think about is how f’ing dangerous I am going to be on the ballfields this year. I will finally have the endurance to play in the outfield and chase down fly balls again!  I will have the strength to throw home, I’m gonna be that girl out there with the fro that they back up when the see go up to bat!!!

My weigh-in went just as great as I imagined it would. When I saw the number on the scale, I yelled, “TAKE THAT”. I’m not sure who I was saying that to, but it just came out. I am down 7lbs from last month, and I have lost some inches! My blood pressure went from 130/90 to 110/70, and that sinus infection that I had for over a month is finally gone! Oh, and another thing: My BMI is 29.4!

My blood sugar has been a bit of a struggle for me lately, so we are trying something new. New meds that I inject once a week should stabilize my sugars, which spike in my sleep.  It also assists with weight loss, so that’s a plus! I can’t wait until my body can regulate on its own, but I’m going to work this month to make sure I get closer to that goal.

Sorry for the profanity... but its soo true.

Sorry for the profanity… but its soo true.

I was so proud, so happy that I started crying there in the office.

I kept repeating to myself, it’s working. It’s actually working…. It’s actually working… This is going to really happen to me.

This feeling of pride is so new to me. When I was younger I wasn’t familiar with humility, but I found it hard to get too excited about things because I always expected it to end before I was ready. Or it never started.

For years I have been so proud of everyone close to me, friends, family, husband, baby.. I felt like an urchin in comparison to everyone else around me for a number of reasons. I am surrounded by a lot of great, successful people and never actually considered myself one of them until now.

Basically I learned today that when you work hard at something, good things happen.


Finally, a Meme of Truth! March 8, 2013

Finally, a Meme of Truth!

The author of this has never given birth.

But, really, making a drastic change that causes you to lose 20lbs (the current weight of my 8 month old son) isn’t something that just happens.

People see those before and after pictures, but you never see the in-between pictures of the person sweating their balls off, bent over vomiting from a hard run, or waking up in the middle of the night with shoulder pain from push-ups, pull-ups, and burpees.

All you see in the commercial is, “Oh, hey! I took these pills then my muffin top went away! I was really homely and depressing, but after I took these pills I got hot and blonde!”

Um. no. Let’s be real here. Those first couple of weeks of working out aren’t amazing and life changing. If you never work out, you your body will be really sore. There isn’t a montage playing your favorite song that shows you doing stuff, then by the end of your song you suddenly have your high school calves back. If 4:30 were enough time to get hot again, there would be a lot more hot people.

It’s not easy, and it doesn’t get easy. It get’s better, that’s for sure. The mornings that I have to miss with my partner throw my day off completely. I may leave the gym sweaty and slightly sore, but my strength and recovery time improve.
I did lose over 20lbs without exercising after I gave birth, but it wasn’t until I started exercising that I began to see a real visible change in my body and health.

So, take your pills, drink your shakes. Get your Nutrisystem (I actually want to try this because I don’t want to cook) and Weight Watchers. Do whatever it is that you want to do to reach your goal. Just don’t forget to exercise.

It wouldn’t hurt if you had a weight loss montage song too.

Here’s mine:


I can’t run in silence… February 26, 2013

One of my favorite parts of working out is listening to music as loud as I can, drowning out everything around me while I people watch. I have actually tried running without my music and noticed that I don’t run as hard, or as long. I’ve put together some playlists, check them out!

Dirty Work (if hearing profanity gets you going)

  • Won’t Back Down- Eminem & P!nk
  • Tush- Ghostface Killah
  • Touch the Sky- Kanye West
  • ‘Till I Collapse- Eminem
  • Summer on Smash- Nas
  • Storm Coming- Gnarls Barkley
  • Dance (A$$)- Big Sean
  • $20- MIA
  • Stand Up Guy- TI
  • She’s a Killah- Ghostface  Killah
  • The Rooster- OutKast
  • Pass that Dutch- Missy Elliott
  • Morris Brown- OutKast
  • Monster- Kanye West
  • Jesus Walks- Kanye West
  • Ghetto Musick- OutKast
  • Ayo Technology- 50 Cent & Justin Timberlake

Pop Queen and Her Court ( Britney Spears and the gang)

  • Rock Me In- Britney Spears
  • Blow- Ke$ha
  • I Like It Rough- Lady GaGa
  • Toxic- Britney Spears
  • Down Boy- The Yeah Yeahs
  • SOS- Rihanna
  • Outrageous- Britney Spears
  • I Wanna Go-  Britney Spears
  • Bad Romance- Lady GaGa
  • 3- Britney Spears
  • Don De Replay- Rihanna
  • Telephone- Lady GaGa
  • Teeth- Lady GaGa
  • Shut Up and Drive- Rihanna
  • Lovegame- Lady GaGa

More to come… 



The First Month February 15, 2013

Filed under: Diabeetus and Metabloism — SideShowShannon @ 11:15 AM
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I went into my weigh-in this morning feeling apprehensive, but I kept telling myself everything that I accomplished.

My blood sugar is nearly stabilized, and I am incredibly strong. and I am willingly running farther than I have since I was a teenager.

After shedding shoes and as much clothing as I could without being naked it’s revealed that I have lost 2 pounds in a month. I can’t begin to describe how disappointed I am. Disappointed in my progress, disappointed in my body for not thriving as I expected.

I tried to tell myself that I weigh heavier than I look, and to ignore the numbers, just focus on the measurements. Then I was hit with a ton of bricks. Some places I have actually gotten larger, and others there was no change at all..  I kept track of my runs for the past ten days and I have logged in just under 30 miles. I had a shoulder injury that kept me from lifting weights since Monday,but I still work out. As for eating, that’s great, I have my blood sugar levels to show for that.

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HOW did this happen? Am I having a nightmare? I am doing everything right, yet nothing happened the way I planned. I gave up wine, melted butter and sleeping in  for this?

Unsure of how I could even let people know that despite my six, sometimes seven-day workout weeks know of my failure (yes, I see this as a personal failure and there is nothing anyone can do to change that), I locked myself in my office and ugly cried for about 20 minutes. I contemplated having a ‘roided out tantrum like I have seen on after school specials where I rip everything that’s on walls off of the walls, and throw everything from my desk into the walls. I thought about punching holes into my door, but my freakishly small hands wouldn’t do much damage. I could have easily blamed it on a child.

This is probably where people say, screw it. If my body won’t accept the changes that I’m trying to make, then why change? Why wake up so early, exert myself before I even go to work, then stare longingly at unopened bottles of wine in our wine rack after a long day? Why even try to better myself if I get no immediate results? Why am I abstaining from so much to get so little in return? I can’t even hold my baby with my left arm because of my shoulder, but I’m still going through it. WHY?

Two measly pounds. My husband can lose that after a 15 minute bathroom session.

I can’t even begin to understand why I am fitting smaller clothes. How is it even possible that my wedding rings are sliding around and my pants are baggy if there is no significant change?

My body’s betrayal has made me question everything. Are people blowing smoke when they tell me that I look great, did I just imagine that I was changing this whole time? I feel like every compliment that I received was not only undeserved, but fabricated.

Everything but actually quitting.  While I am still toying with the idea of destroying everything I can reach, I don’t want to stop waking up early to run and train. I don’t even like taking days off. I love what I’m doing, and it’s really all that I have to myself anymore. I need it. I just want my progress noticeable, because I am working as hard as I say I am. I don’t want anyone to think that I’m lying or cheating on my workouts and eating habits. I know that reclaiming my health and body isn’t easy, and obviously an hour and a half a day isn’t enough.

I am going to consider this past month my warmup. I’m prepping for something bigger and better.  This month is where I really focus on what I want to get better, with more specific routines to target each area. The good thing is that I know what doesn’t work for me.

Is there anyone else out there that is getting slow results? I’m really not interested in discussing what I’m doing wrong or right, I just want to know that I’m not alone.

I feel a little better, slightly less defeated, but I still want to have a steroid tantrum.


Feeling like the Biggest Loser February 13, 2013

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ImageI know that the weight loss shows like Extreme Body Makeover and The Biggest Loser are meant to inspire people, but it just makes me feel bad. Oh, in the beginning when I watch them get all into it and lose 10, 12, 8 pounds a week I’m amazed. I’m over here thinking to myself, maaan, if I got my act together, I can be over here lookin ultra fly in a month or two.

So I work out hard. I eat better. I’m not gonna lie and say that I just eat perfect, cause once every few weeks I’ll eat a cheeseburger and fries.

When we went to Dallas I decided to be a good bridesmaid and help her test out the cupcakes. There were 6 cupcakes, and a few truffles. On any normal day I would have declined, but I figured if we both need to make sure that we make it in a dress in June I could eat half so she wouldn’t bear the extra weight. Obviously I am the prime example of a good best friend.

In fact I am trying on my bridesmaid dress tonight. I purposely ordered it a size smaller to motivate myself. Sounds crazy and dangerous, right? I believe in me!

Back to the Biggest Loser. I do all of these things without taking into consideration the fact that they don’t go to work 40 hours a week or take care of an infant and husband. They have a personal trainer to make them sweat and cry at the same time. They also have a chef making them delicious and fat-free meals. The biggest fact that I always neglect to remember is that they are morbidly obese.

I will be perfect if I lose 35 pounds, not over a hundred. The chef at our house is a great cook, but she also works 40 hours a week and takes care of an infant and husband.  I do have a workout partner that I wouldn’t trade for the world, though.

It’s hard to remember my reality of getting healthy when I DVR these shows. Would I love to lose ten pounds in a week? Absolutely! The only way that  would probably happen is if I took performance enhancing drugs like phentermine and HCG. I’ve been down that road, and it didn’t work for me. I’m not saying it’s a bad route to take, but it wasn’t mine.

In two days I get to see my results from this whole month, and I have a shoulder injury that has affected every aspect of my workout for the past two days. I even have trouble picking up the baby. Am I worried about how this will affect my weigh in? Terribly. For the first time in over a month I took a weekday off, to try to give my muscles some rest. I’ll be back tomorrow morning, but I really planned on hitting it hard this week. It’s hard to feel bad when I’ve logged in 21.87 miles in eight days.

I just need to keep telling myself that I’m not a big loser because I’m not the biggest loser. I’m going to enjoy the victories that I have every day that I work out, and trust that everything I do to get stronger will take my body and soul to the best place it can be.


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