I've started participating in races... I might be crazy, but here's the story.
November 14, 2010 I participated in my first ever 5K. It was a benefit for a family friend who was diagnosed with Stage IV Melenoma (today, after many chemo treatments, he is in remission!). Since it was November, and quite cold out, I mostly speed walked. I ran for the first minute, then had to walk the rest while pushing Naomi in the stroller. There were a couple times when I wasn't sure I could make it; it was very hard to breath. But when I saw Brother Teemant running, I knew that I could do it, if I would slow down, use my inhaler, and let my pride and embarrassment over needing to use my inhaler go. I finished with a time of 59:29.
This past weekend, I participated in my first ever BYU Splash and Dash. I was in the Beginner's heat, so I did a 1/4 mile swim and 3K. I'd also lost over 17 lbs. between these races. The swim was first; I shared my lane with a woman who has competed in this event the last 3 or 4 years. She beat me soundly in the swim, finishing her 8.5 laps before I had reached 5 laps. I was the last one out of the pool with a swim time of 12:58. It was a running clock, so it kept running while I was changing from my swim suit into my running clothes. My stuff was in the locker room; but apparently most people just put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt over their swim suit by the door where they ran out of the pool area and started the race. Oops. I changed as fast as I could, and met Brad by the start of the 3K and we stared out. About 2-3 minutes later, I told Brad I couldn't keep going or I was going to wet myself-- who knew swimming could make you have to pee so bad?-- and in my haste to start the 3K, I didn't use the bathroom. So we turned around, I used the bathroom, and we started the 3K section over again.
My action plan was to listen to my body, and most importantly, my lungs. I took my inhaler right after getting out of the pool before changing and starting the race. I started the race at a light jog, setting distance goals for myself along the way. Brad was at my side to coach and push Naomi in the stroller. I would look ahead and tell Brad my goal, "I'm going to jog from this turn to the next crosswalk," and such. If I couldn't breath, I allowed myself to stop and use my inhaler, no matter who could see me. Breathing was more important than being embarrassed that I couldn't run without stopping. According to Brad's time which he started when I started the 3K the second time, I finished it in roughly 28-29-ish minutes. The official time on record is 45:57. My total official time was 58:53 for the whole thing. I had the second to last place time for swimming (3rd to last if you count the person who did the swim, but didn't finish the whole race), and I was dead last for the whole thing.
But...
I FINISHED!!! I never thought I would compete in something like this. It was so much fun! So what if I was dead last? I had a great time; I accomplished something that even only 3 months ago, I NEVER thought I could do in my life. It feels so good. I feel strong. I am so grateful to my Father in Heaven who has heard my pleas for help to become healthier. I know my prayers are heard and answered. And I'm looking forward to improving upon my times in future events when financial circumstances allow. And this is me after the race, about 17 lbs lighter than my 5K in November.
I've got a long way to go, but I know I can do it. With prayer and a loving Father in Heaven, and a wonderfully supportive husband-- I can do anything. (And no, the 17 lbs lost wasn't because I chopped off part of my leg... I guess the angle is just weird...oh well!)
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Getting Domestic
A good friend is helping teach me to sew and make really awesome stuff. So far, I've had two projects-- making the munchkin a pair of pants and making munchkin a peas in a pod toy. I finished her pants yesterday, and I think they look fabulous.
I think it's like a flannel fabric in dark blue, with yellow ribbon with flowers on it around the cuffs of the pants and the waist band. The onesie was a gift from Brad's Aunt June when Naomi was a newborn. (it's a size 3-6 months, and she's 11 months old in this picture).
For my second project I've been working on the peas in a pod. The peas are done, but the pod is about to go in for attempt #3-- I've made it too small twice! But here's a picture of two of the peas (one has gone missing already) and the too small pod...
and a non-sewing project... I'm decorated some letters to put in naomi's room that spell her name. Found some white ones at hobby lobby on a 50% off sale, so I painted them all pretty like, and hung them in her room.
I'm quite pleased with my projects lately.
I think it's like a flannel fabric in dark blue, with yellow ribbon with flowers on it around the cuffs of the pants and the waist band. The onesie was a gift from Brad's Aunt June when Naomi was a newborn. (it's a size 3-6 months, and she's 11 months old in this picture).
For my second project I've been working on the peas in a pod. The peas are done, but the pod is about to go in for attempt #3-- I've made it too small twice! But here's a picture of two of the peas (one has gone missing already) and the too small pod...
and a non-sewing project... I'm decorated some letters to put in naomi's room that spell her name. Found some white ones at hobby lobby on a 50% off sale, so I painted them all pretty like, and hung them in her room.
I'm quite pleased with my projects lately.
Beautiful Munchkin! |
I LOVE this picture! Munchkin looks so much like her daddy in this picture, too! |
She just threw her toy out of the crib. |
Monday, March 28, 2011
A Little Bit of Bragging
I want to take a moment to revel in a little bit of success. I'm going to brag for a bit. Two months ago, I looked like this...
and today, after losing 17.3 lbs in the last 9 weeks, as well as 5 inches around my waist and 3 inches around my hips, I look like this...
I also competed in BYU's annual Splash and Dash. This is right after I got home after the race. I did the Beginner's biathlon, which is a 1/4 mile swim and a 3K (Standard would have been 1/2 mile swim and 5K, and the Elite would have been a 1 mile swim and 10 K). More to come in a later bragging post that details the race.
I will give a lot of credit to an online program called MyFitnessPal. It's like a guided nutrition plan that I make. I can input my weight, goal weight, lifestyle, and body measurements. Then it helps me figure out how many calories I need each day. Each day, I log the food that I eat so I know how many calories I'm getting and from what macronutrients (carbs, fat, protein). I can also choose to watch certain nutrients like fiber, sodium, cholesterol, iron, etc. I can also enter what exercise I get each day to track my calorie burn. I even got a heart rate monitor! I've stared Zumba, and for the first time ever-- I'm enjoying exercise. I look forward to it; it's not just a chore. I feel healthier; I feel happier. I'm losing 1-2 lbs per week, but it's staying off and I haven't gotten discouraged or hit a plateau. And since I'm happier with me, I'm a better wife and mom for my family.
I'm worth feeling strong and beautiful. I'm worth the effort to lose my excess weight, even at a slow pace. Even better, I'm worth it even when others discourage me. This is the healthiest approach I've ever had to weight loss. I've always been afraid to count calories and weigh myself, but not anymore. I'm not obsessive; ok, maybe I am, but in a healthy way, right? My weight on the scale can't tell me my worth. I know I am a daughter of a loving Father in Heaven. I know my body is sacred, a "temple" for my spirit. I know that as I strive to be healthy and take care of my body, the Lord will continue to bless me in my efforts to be healthier. I've never prayed for weight loss and health like I have the past 2 and a half months. It is a great source of strength to me. I know that with help from Christ and from the tools I have been shown that I can eventually make it to a healthy weight. I look forward to that day, but I'm smiling NOW. I'm not waiting to be happy until I am at my goal weight range-- I'm going to be happy all the way there.
I love this quote:
"love yourself no matter what you weigh. If somebody comes up to you and tells you you’re fat or if somebody comes up to you and tells you your beautiful — that has absolutely nothing to do with who you are and everything to do with who they are. And remember that.” -Kai Hibbard (Biggest Loser Runner-up, Season 3)
and today, after losing 17.3 lbs in the last 9 weeks, as well as 5 inches around my waist and 3 inches around my hips, I look like this...
I also competed in BYU's annual Splash and Dash. This is right after I got home after the race. I did the Beginner's biathlon, which is a 1/4 mile swim and a 3K (Standard would have been 1/2 mile swim and 5K, and the Elite would have been a 1 mile swim and 10 K). More to come in a later bragging post that details the race.
I will give a lot of credit to an online program called MyFitnessPal. It's like a guided nutrition plan that I make. I can input my weight, goal weight, lifestyle, and body measurements. Then it helps me figure out how many calories I need each day. Each day, I log the food that I eat so I know how many calories I'm getting and from what macronutrients (carbs, fat, protein). I can also choose to watch certain nutrients like fiber, sodium, cholesterol, iron, etc. I can also enter what exercise I get each day to track my calorie burn. I even got a heart rate monitor! I've stared Zumba, and for the first time ever-- I'm enjoying exercise. I look forward to it; it's not just a chore. I feel healthier; I feel happier. I'm losing 1-2 lbs per week, but it's staying off and I haven't gotten discouraged or hit a plateau. And since I'm happier with me, I'm a better wife and mom for my family.
I'm worth feeling strong and beautiful. I'm worth the effort to lose my excess weight, even at a slow pace. Even better, I'm worth it even when others discourage me. This is the healthiest approach I've ever had to weight loss. I've always been afraid to count calories and weigh myself, but not anymore. I'm not obsessive; ok, maybe I am, but in a healthy way, right? My weight on the scale can't tell me my worth. I know I am a daughter of a loving Father in Heaven. I know my body is sacred, a "temple" for my spirit. I know that as I strive to be healthy and take care of my body, the Lord will continue to bless me in my efforts to be healthier. I've never prayed for weight loss and health like I have the past 2 and a half months. It is a great source of strength to me. I know that with help from Christ and from the tools I have been shown that I can eventually make it to a healthy weight. I look forward to that day, but I'm smiling NOW. I'm not waiting to be happy until I am at my goal weight range-- I'm going to be happy all the way there.
I love this quote:
"love yourself no matter what you weigh. If somebody comes up to you and tells you you’re fat or if somebody comes up to you and tells you your beautiful — that has absolutely nothing to do with who you are and everything to do with who they are. And remember that.” -Kai Hibbard (Biggest Loser Runner-up, Season 3)
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Biggest Loser Challenge Reflection
I'm so nervous about posting this... but here it goes.
My in-law family did a Biggest Loser Challenge. Some good came out of it, though I'm pretty sure I'll never do it again. It's just not healthy for me. I have too many issues with my body image and self-confidence.
I do really well when I have a personal challenge to overcome, and the only person I'm trying to "beat" is myself. Like the 24 Hour Challenge to work out 24 hours in the month of February. I made it with 25:05 hours of exercise in February. There was no extrinsic motivation involved-- it was just me wanting to be a better me. I felt good about it; and I won.
When I made my "contract" with my husband, it was only about me eating better and exercising for myself. We decided to put a money reward system in place so I wouldn't be tempted to judge my success by the scale sicnce that has led to unhealthy behaviors in the past. If I met all the goals in my contract that week, I'd get $5, if I messed up once I got $0, and if I messed up more than once I had to pay back $5. I never weighed myself, and I didn't have a problem with that. For the first time, I really learned to ignore the scale and start looking at me in a new way. A way that allowed me to really look in the mirror and feel like I was worth something. That I could feel beautiful now, even if I'm not at my goal weight; even though I don't even know what my weight is.
When the holidays came, I broke down and ended up owing Brad something like $20 and to punish myself even more, I weighed myself and had gained 8 lbs over the holidays. But when the new year came, and we were back home, and school started, I bought a fitness band from BYU so I could attend the aerobics classes. I bought one with a friend and we motivated each other to go. I started loving exercise for the first time. It was a really good motivator. As I'm becoming healthier, or as my circumstances change, the "contract" is open for amendment or alteration if there is a good reason for it and it will help me moved towards being healthier. (And can i just say that Zumba is one of the greatest things ever developed? Because that has been the number one exercise that has helped me learn to enjoy "feeling the burn" and feeling like i can accomplish something.)
About the same time, the Neeley Biggest Loser Challenge (NBLC) came up. I'd heard about them in the past, and one was held over the holidays that I wished I had known about because I would have loved to do it (a Triathalon over a month thing or something like that). After the first week of the NBLC, I had gained 1/2 lb when everyone else in the challenge had seemed to drop 5 lbs. And here is my first trip-- I started letting myself go back to that scale to judge my success. I never should have done that! I knew that I have issues with the scale, and bad history. But I did it anyway because I thought it would be fun to do with family. And I thought I had conquered the scale's power over me. Well, I was going to be wrong. I was tempted ot make a "fitness goal" instead because that was allowed, but since I had no idea where I was and had just started exercising again, I had no idea what kind of goal would be challenging but still possible with in 6 weeks. So I made a weight loss goal.
I can be so stupid sometimes.
I sent out a "cry for help" if you will on a previous blog post. A friend recommended I use www.myfitnesspal.com (MFP). It's a calorie counting website. At first, I was really skeptical. I'd tried counting calories before and keeping a food diary. And it led me down a dangerous path of disordered thinking about food and disordered eating habits. Never a full-blown, I need therapy, kind of eating disorder. But I'll admit that there was a time in high school when I would go for days and only eat lettuce or celery and work out for 2 hours a day after school until the school gym closed. And then i'd go on binges eating anything and everything I wanted. I would try to make myself throw up, but never could. I'd think about using laxatives, but never had my own money to buy something like that without people finding out. I never got dangerously thin. In fact, even at my lowest weight ever, I was still considered "obese" by those charts that doctors use.
Well, I decided that I would give MFP a shot since it was recommended by a friend who was studying to be a dietitian and she used it. It does have a food diary and it counts calories, but the genius that designed it set it up in such a way that the site can recommend to you how many calories to eat based on your weight, height, body composition, and lifestyle. If you're under your calories too much, it gives you a warning that you are doing something unhealthy. It makes recommendations of where calories should come from (carbs, fat, protein), vitamins and minerals I should pay attention to, and accounts for calories burned during exercise. It's wonderful.
On top of that, MFP has a built in support system. Everyone else on the site can leave messages of support, encouragement, and advice. It's propelled me to research health and fitness, to understand my body better, and to stay motivated when my results show in places other than the scale. And I can be reminded of the "healthy way" to do things, so I don't go and do something stupid like I did in high school.
But back to my point. I don't think I have a healthy enough sense of self-confidence and competitive resilience to deal with things like NBLC. Because it's not just me that I'm trying to conquer. It's also a competitive family vying for an extrinsic monetary reward. I've enjoyed getting to know some of, in fact, most of, my in-law family better. My workout buddy in the challenge was always super supportive and encouraging! (Thanks, Aunt Linda. You're amazing! And Alison, it was such a pleasant surprise to find you on MFP also. Thanks so much for your kind words of encouragement! and I can never thank my wonderful husband enough-- for listening to me cry and rant and rave when I felt cut down.) But in the end, there are some instances when I felt that competition won out over encouragement to be a better and healthier person. I felt like small successes and learning experiences were devalued. And I know that none of it was intended to be hurtful. But I felt hurt-- and that's all me. And I guess I'm just not capable of not taking something like that personally, and I've found myself in situations cryingafter reading what was said. So, I guess it's for the best, both for my personal health and the health of family relationships if I never do something like this again. My journey to better health and weight loss is mine alone, and I'm going to keep it that way from now on. Not because the competition itself was bad; it might have been a very good experience for other family involved, but it was a bad competition for me. I allowed myself to get caught in the numbers game. I never win in a numbers game, because I have a terrible tendency of looking at the numbers instead of what the numbers mean.
And I'm just recording this so that in the future, I can remember what I'm thinking now so i don't make the same mistake again. I have a long way to go in regards to my body image and self-confidence. I read a quote today that I also think should be shared, but mostly remembered by myself:
"love yourself no matter what you weigh. If somebody comes up to you and tells you you’re fat or if somebody comes up to you and tells you your beautiful — that has absolutely nothing to do with who you are and everything to do with who they are. And remember that.”
It was from a podcast interview with Kai Ribband, a finalist contestant on Biggest Loser, Season 3. You can find her whole interview at http://www.bodylovewellness.com/2010/06/09/kai-hibbard-biggest-loser-finalist-part-1-of-3/. She talks about her experience on Biggest Loser and about how the reality isn't what you see on the "reality show." Very thought provoking. Since reading that, I have gone back and watched a season of Biggest Loser. It seems like it can be a very powerful motivator for some. And just like the contestants on that show, sometimes it was a better choice for them to pursue their journey to better health not in the BL competition. I think I'd be one of those people, who can do better pursuing my own better health not in a competition against others, and only against myself.
I think the best thing that has come of of doing the NBLC was prompting me to join MFP. I've made lifestyle changes. I'm not going to gain back the weight I've lost during the challenge. I'm going to keep being healthy. I'm finally going to reach my weight and fitness goals, even if it takes a long time.
My in-law family did a Biggest Loser Challenge. Some good came out of it, though I'm pretty sure I'll never do it again. It's just not healthy for me. I have too many issues with my body image and self-confidence.
I do really well when I have a personal challenge to overcome, and the only person I'm trying to "beat" is myself. Like the 24 Hour Challenge to work out 24 hours in the month of February. I made it with 25:05 hours of exercise in February. There was no extrinsic motivation involved-- it was just me wanting to be a better me. I felt good about it; and I won.
When I made my "contract" with my husband, it was only about me eating better and exercising for myself. We decided to put a money reward system in place so I wouldn't be tempted to judge my success by the scale sicnce that has led to unhealthy behaviors in the past. If I met all the goals in my contract that week, I'd get $5, if I messed up once I got $0, and if I messed up more than once I had to pay back $5. I never weighed myself, and I didn't have a problem with that. For the first time, I really learned to ignore the scale and start looking at me in a new way. A way that allowed me to really look in the mirror and feel like I was worth something. That I could feel beautiful now, even if I'm not at my goal weight; even though I don't even know what my weight is.
When the holidays came, I broke down and ended up owing Brad something like $20 and to punish myself even more, I weighed myself and had gained 8 lbs over the holidays. But when the new year came, and we were back home, and school started, I bought a fitness band from BYU so I could attend the aerobics classes. I bought one with a friend and we motivated each other to go. I started loving exercise for the first time. It was a really good motivator. As I'm becoming healthier, or as my circumstances change, the "contract" is open for amendment or alteration if there is a good reason for it and it will help me moved towards being healthier. (And can i just say that Zumba is one of the greatest things ever developed? Because that has been the number one exercise that has helped me learn to enjoy "feeling the burn" and feeling like i can accomplish something.)
About the same time, the Neeley Biggest Loser Challenge (NBLC) came up. I'd heard about them in the past, and one was held over the holidays that I wished I had known about because I would have loved to do it (a Triathalon over a month thing or something like that). After the first week of the NBLC, I had gained 1/2 lb when everyone else in the challenge had seemed to drop 5 lbs. And here is my first trip-- I started letting myself go back to that scale to judge my success. I never should have done that! I knew that I have issues with the scale, and bad history. But I did it anyway because I thought it would be fun to do with family. And I thought I had conquered the scale's power over me. Well, I was going to be wrong. I was tempted ot make a "fitness goal" instead because that was allowed, but since I had no idea where I was and had just started exercising again, I had no idea what kind of goal would be challenging but still possible with in 6 weeks. So I made a weight loss goal.
I can be so stupid sometimes.
I sent out a "cry for help" if you will on a previous blog post. A friend recommended I use www.myfitnesspal.com (MFP). It's a calorie counting website. At first, I was really skeptical. I'd tried counting calories before and keeping a food diary. And it led me down a dangerous path of disordered thinking about food and disordered eating habits. Never a full-blown, I need therapy, kind of eating disorder. But I'll admit that there was a time in high school when I would go for days and only eat lettuce or celery and work out for 2 hours a day after school until the school gym closed. And then i'd go on binges eating anything and everything I wanted. I would try to make myself throw up, but never could. I'd think about using laxatives, but never had my own money to buy something like that without people finding out. I never got dangerously thin. In fact, even at my lowest weight ever, I was still considered "obese" by those charts that doctors use.
Well, I decided that I would give MFP a shot since it was recommended by a friend who was studying to be a dietitian and she used it. It does have a food diary and it counts calories, but the genius that designed it set it up in such a way that the site can recommend to you how many calories to eat based on your weight, height, body composition, and lifestyle. If you're under your calories too much, it gives you a warning that you are doing something unhealthy. It makes recommendations of where calories should come from (carbs, fat, protein), vitamins and minerals I should pay attention to, and accounts for calories burned during exercise. It's wonderful.
On top of that, MFP has a built in support system. Everyone else on the site can leave messages of support, encouragement, and advice. It's propelled me to research health and fitness, to understand my body better, and to stay motivated when my results show in places other than the scale. And I can be reminded of the "healthy way" to do things, so I don't go and do something stupid like I did in high school.
But back to my point. I don't think I have a healthy enough sense of self-confidence and competitive resilience to deal with things like NBLC. Because it's not just me that I'm trying to conquer. It's also a competitive family vying for an extrinsic monetary reward. I've enjoyed getting to know some of, in fact, most of, my in-law family better. My workout buddy in the challenge was always super supportive and encouraging! (Thanks, Aunt Linda. You're amazing! And Alison, it was such a pleasant surprise to find you on MFP also. Thanks so much for your kind words of encouragement! and I can never thank my wonderful husband enough-- for listening to me cry and rant and rave when I felt cut down.) But in the end, there are some instances when I felt that competition won out over encouragement to be a better and healthier person. I felt like small successes and learning experiences were devalued. And I know that none of it was intended to be hurtful. But I felt hurt-- and that's all me. And I guess I'm just not capable of not taking something like that personally, and I've found myself in situations cryingafter reading what was said. So, I guess it's for the best, both for my personal health and the health of family relationships if I never do something like this again. My journey to better health and weight loss is mine alone, and I'm going to keep it that way from now on. Not because the competition itself was bad; it might have been a very good experience for other family involved, but it was a bad competition for me. I allowed myself to get caught in the numbers game. I never win in a numbers game, because I have a terrible tendency of looking at the numbers instead of what the numbers mean.
And I'm just recording this so that in the future, I can remember what I'm thinking now so i don't make the same mistake again. I have a long way to go in regards to my body image and self-confidence. I read a quote today that I also think should be shared, but mostly remembered by myself:
"love yourself no matter what you weigh. If somebody comes up to you and tells you you’re fat or if somebody comes up to you and tells you your beautiful — that has absolutely nothing to do with who you are and everything to do with who they are. And remember that.”
It was from a podcast interview with Kai Ribband, a finalist contestant on Biggest Loser, Season 3. You can find her whole interview at http://www.bodylovewellness.com/2010/06/09/kai-hibbard-biggest-loser-finalist-part-1-of-3/. She talks about her experience on Biggest Loser and about how the reality isn't what you see on the "reality show." Very thought provoking. Since reading that, I have gone back and watched a season of Biggest Loser. It seems like it can be a very powerful motivator for some. And just like the contestants on that show, sometimes it was a better choice for them to pursue their journey to better health not in the BL competition. I think I'd be one of those people, who can do better pursuing my own better health not in a competition against others, and only against myself.
I think the best thing that has come of of doing the NBLC was prompting me to join MFP. I've made lifestyle changes. I'm not going to gain back the weight I've lost during the challenge. I'm going to keep being healthy. I'm finally going to reach my weight and fitness goals, even if it takes a long time.
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