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My rant for today May 9, 2013

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I don’t know how to do this without sounding like a jerk.  Image

But… If you don’t exert yourself in your plans to get healthy, it’s not going to work. I’m sorry. I know I’m going to sound like a self-righteous a$$hole after this is over, but I am speaking from experience.

You already know my story if you’ve read  my blog, if not, click here. I had a hot body until I was about 20 or 21. Then I got really fat. I also became diabetic and spent the end of my twenties on a plethora of medication. I tried diet pills, I tried fasting, I tried drinking body cleanse stuff, I tried colon cleansers.  News Flash: I WAS STILL FAT.

I wasn’t doing enough. I wasn’t trying hard enough. I wasn’t giving myself the opportunity to excel at becoming healthy because I didn’t want to accept that I wasn’t doing it right. So there was this cycle of lose some, gain more.

Everyone’s body responds differently to things, and this is my personal account.

 

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I didn’t receive a bit of positive result until I started working out. I started out small, but I didn’t stop. You can’t stop. Body maintenance is a daily chore that you can either choose to love or hate, but you need to do it daily. From the food you choose to eat, to your activities, you need to work towards being healthy EVERY DAY.  Do you have a rule that you don’t leave your house without mascara? Well add a new rule. Don’t end your day without exercise.

Am I saying abstain from everything you love? NO. Indulgence is natural, and encouraged! I indulge in many things, but I’m also up every morning making sure that I am giving my body the exercise that it DESERVES.

Your body does not deserve to starve.

Your body does not deserve to endure the highs and lows of over the counter weight loss pills

Your body does not deserve to be stationary

Your body for damn sure doesn’t deserve to bear more weight than it should be carrying.

Which brings us to this: What you choose to do or not do is often determined by your mind. You can train your brain to coach you through some things that you didn’t think your body could handle, because you may have never done it before, or it’s just been a while. Either way, unless a doctor says you can’t, you probably can.

Do you think I’m over here enjoying my pushups and lunges? Hell naw! I do nearly 200 pushups a week, and each one is more difficult than the next.  I don’t smile at the mat as I’m coming down and pushing back up. In fact, I don’t smile until I’m done, drenched in my own sweat, and the color of a chocolate covered strawberry. I smile even bigger when I’ve recovered and realize that I can do more the next time.

When my legs start burning towards the end of my run, my brain chimes sometimes in “ Hey, you did good. You did all this stuff today. Let’s stop” My brain can be a wimp. I can’t even tell you how many times I have cussed out my OWN brain for trying to make me do less than what I think I can do.

Living an unhealthy life has given a lot of us (myself included) the opportunity to stop when things get ‘hard’. It’s not just in the gym, it’s life in general. Before realizing what all I could do, I was half-assing my entire life. I had a ton of things written that I never finished, my house was always a mess, and most things that required extra thinking or work went undone. 24 hours in a day is plenty of time to better your life.  Would I like a few extra hours to tie up some loose ends? Sure, but I always have tomorrow.

My main theme today is: Stop limiting yourself. You can, and you won’t until you do it. Motivate yourself to give your body the health it deserves, and take pride in yourself for doing it. Take pride in the fact that you are reaching milestones and surpassing them.

Do it the right way; it’s the only way to get the results you need.  

 

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:

THE SPARTACUS WORKOUT

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?

 

I can see it now… April 18, 2013

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wpid-2013-04-17_08-03-54_904.jpgThis morning I weighed 161. I weighed last week with the doctor and was 165, meaning I lost like a pound in a month.

But I can see that I look different, and I LOVE it. 

I blame the low weight loss on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol.  I drank a few of these weekends, and it never helps. I don’t want to stop living my life in general just to get down to a goal weight,  I never planned on being that friend that stays sober. I never was before, but I guess I’ll be just be less drunk.

Eating has gone well. Since I started these new meds my appetite has decreased. Sometimes I crave fried chicken or a cheeseburger and I don’t deny myself all the time. I still look at Ben & Jerry’s to see what’s new, and I’ll even pull it out of the freezer section, only to return it after walking around with it in my cart for five minutes.

Our workouts are great. We made this Binder Full of Workouts (see what I did there?) so we have a ton of variety that keeps everything fresh. I run faster miles, and longer distances.  Back in December I was struggling with 60 second jogs. Now, I’m running over 3 miles without stopping.  I’m turning into a beast, and I love it.

I definitely attribute my running to my Nike Running App (find me at sideshowshannon or Shannon Hensley). Seeing my progress motivates me, and it holds me accountable for what I’m doing. Maybe I should have lost more weight than I did last month, but I also ran a little less this month. I got complacent some weeks, and didn’t work as hard.  I also tackled my treadmill anxiety  and ran faster. I usually can’t run faster than about 5.5 without getting nervous. I can vividly picture my chin hitting the treadmill and dragging, and it makes me slightly stumble every time it flashes through my brain. I can now run 6.0 without getting nervous!

I tried on swimsuits and made myself upset because I was looking at the wrong style. I made this whiney little post, then deleted it after I found one that fit me and looked great. I am bound and determined to get into a pinup bikini by July. I may be rockin a sexy tankini until then, but hey, it’s hot!

After shopping and realizing that I no longer fit into large sizes, I went home and tried on pants. I found new outfit combinations from my closet that made me very, very excited.  I am into pants and shirts that I was holding onto from my early twenties for sentimental value, and I’m glad to welcome them back into the fold!  On a sad note, all of my summer dresses now are shapeless sacks on me.  All too big.. So sad, looks like I’ll have to buy new ones!

So from this month  I am very proud of:

  • Blood sugar regulating
  • Willpower in food
  • Increase in strength
  • Continuing to work out every week
  • Visibly looking thinner
  • Fitting into new clothes
  • My hair is getting HUGE!
  • Increase in CONFIDENCE

My goal for this month is to THINK. Really think. Think about what I did each day, and think about what I can do better the next. I also want to write a lot more.  I want to make sure I am continuing to observe everything good, in and around me.

 

Control YOUR KID March 22, 2013


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Parents, have you ever heard those words, or thought them?

I have thought them a million times, but have only actually said it aloud once, to a girl I used to know whose kid was a demon. I’m not going to spend a paragraph or two explaining why, because I could with a story or seven that will prove such. I’ll just say that I’ve seen a tantrum that I had to tell all of my parent friends about because I became speechless by the insanity that I saw.  I saw it over a year ago, and I still remember it like it was ten minutes ago. But then again I can’t really say much because I threw tantrums forever.

I spent a lot of time babysitting when I was growing up, so before I actually became a mother I could somewhat understand children’s moods.  Before the baby came along though, Randy and I made a solemn promise that if Blake started to act a fool in public, we would scoop him up and get the hell out. We have both silently judged screaming babies in public enough to know that it’s not a good experience for the baby, parent, and onlookers.

If anyone has had the pleasure of meeting our bundle of joy, you would know that his temperament is that of his fathers. He smiles and hugs often, and is only fussy when it’s time for him to take a nap. He wakes up and is our smiling baby again, and we continue our lives of parents that get sleep and don’t have to deal with a baby that cries for hours. (knock on wood)

This morning I was in Target with Blake, enjoying a morning of buying things that I don’t need and letting people tell me how attractive he is. It’s funny because when I go now, I have to look nice because people always look at him. Everyone looks at babies, especially when they smile back, and I don’t want to shame my son by wearing a Chelsea Houska outfit and having my fro askew.

We are in the shoe clearance aisle, trying to find a new pair of shoes to sneak in the house and Blake was very talkative. I always encourage his babbling, so I’m playing along. He gets excited and shrieks really loud.

That’s when I heard those three words. On the other side, a teenage girl says “Oh my god, control your f-ing kid.” I froze. Then without thinking I wheeled my happy baby to the aisle to see who would even consider to say those words about MY perfect child.

Every parent thinks their kid is perfect. If the kid is bad, the parent usually says something like, “he/she is really smart and gets bored easy.” “he/she is just expressing themselves.” Yeah, right. Expressing yourself has nothing to do with knocking over store displays, or being a six-year-old that still bites and refuses to listen when an adult speaks. I’m sure that unless a friend stages  an intervention, I could be that parent that refuses to see that my child is out of control, I just hope it never happens. Until then, I raise my eyebrows when I see a child that’s too old for running, knocking over things, or screaming in public.

You can imagine the surprise when the two girls see me facing them in the shoe aisle. They appear startled, embarrassed, and completely unprepared for what was to happen next. I’m sure they would have gone running if I hadn’t blocked them in with my smiling baby and shopping cart.

“Actually, my ‘kid’ is a seven month old baby, and this is how he communicates when he gets excited, because he doesn’t speak English yet. So before you say to control my f-ing kid, maybe you should control your mouth.”

Silence. Staring. Then I push my cart with my still smiling and babbling child past them.

Yeah, I sound big and bad telling off a couple of rude teenagers, right? Not my finest moment, I will admit. I guess I’m a bit protective. Hopefully I’ll outgrow that when the fat kid on the playground  that reeks of oatmeal knocks him over.

 

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

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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:

 

 
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