Yep, talking about me, but not talking about AA. Talking about the weight loss battle I've been fighting, quite expensively I might add, for almost a year now. I've fallen off the wagon, it's been an epic fail, and whatever new trendy terms you can coin to describe that I've managed to keep off the 20lbs I originally lost in the first 10 weeks of working out with James, but that's about it.
So with the news of Ethan's upcoming surgery in 6-8 weeks, I got a wild hair up my ass and decided that would be the perfect goal to work towards. Ya know, much like the Policeman's Ball, and my 40th Birthday were goal dates back in February and April. Fruck-where did the time go? It's freekin' July (well, almost. practically. might as well be dammit.)
Anyway-goal time, again. 30lbs in 30 days...yeah right says James, trainer extraordinaire. But with that perfectly white smile and twinkle in his eye. But Nutri-System, Slim4Life, LA Weight Loss, Jenny Matthews and everyone else on the damn radio says it can be done...
Ok, Let's be realistic-12lbs in 6 weeks is more likely.
Ok, then I'm pushing for 15lbs-bring it on!!
So starts my new regimen of running.
Yep, I wanna be a runner. Why? I love running clothes-not the men's shorty shorts we wore in 6th grade in 1983....the new cute women's stuff-oh and the shoes are pretty rockin' too. Have I ever mentioned my love of shoes? Quick Fact: went on 5 day cruise in 2005 with Jody, sis, mom, step-mom and lots of other women. Jody and I took about 30 pairs of shoes total between the two of us. No lie. My husband thought I was crazy. Well, he still does, but that's a whole new blog post.
Anywho....back to running.
Download the Couch to 5K on the new phone.
Load up the ipod shuffle with some new jams (love Niki Minaj's Super Bass-but most of her music is rated R -BTW)
laced up the running shoes.
reset my calorie counter watch to my new age of *egads* a 40 yr old Female, and reset my resting HR, weight, etc.
*FUNNY story about the calorie counter watch-was wearing it a few months ago and did my normal 500 calorie burn routine on the elliptical and when I was done looked at my watch counter and it said I just burned 2,687 calories!!! Woo-freakin'-hoo!! WTF am I doing this 5 days a week if I just burned that many calories in one hour??? I'm gonna be a size 2 by next week at this rate!! Yeah, jackhole, watch counter soooo not right. Reset and did same thing next day-487 calories burned-just like the damn elliptical said I did the day before.
Sorry, keep getting off track. Back to running:
Outside, decent morning weather, start with 5 minute brisk warm-up, then let the man's voice on my C25K tell me what to do next. Before I know it, I'm like Forrest Gump, running round the neighborhood 60 seconds at a time. And I'm loving it so much I decide to get crazy and run down the big hill on the busy street next to our 'hood. Down the hill, awesome. Up the hill, not so awesome, but I did it. Crossing the street to get back to hood, and I'm right in the middle of a 60second run, so of course I can't stop to cross the street and step properly up the curb. So I leap onto the curb with what I think is all the grace of a gazelle, and more like the lumbering elephant I am, I come crashing quite awkwardly on my right foot just right. Well, really wrong, and my knee knows it. Ouch, and many curse words follow. And those of you who know me well, the F one is my favorite.
But I'm tough, and I wanna be a runner so bad.
I keep going, thank heaven I was back to my 5 minute cool down walk.
Home, ice, heat, ibuprofen and a little wine-I mean whining and it felt better.
So, a few days later, and a couple more runs later-though with much less gazelle leaping, I finally get back to work out with James. My right knee is killing me, it's on fire like a hot poker sticking through it.
Again, I'm tough. I can do this.
He modifies one of the exercises I am doing so I can actually complete it, and I make through my hour of pure blissful torture.
After talking over my epic failure with James, he reassures me he is still willing to work with me, help me and set new goals (again) and help me get there. As always when I talk to him, I am motivated, and excited and feel like I can tackle the world.
once I get home I decide to run, again.
And though it's not AA, I will admit this.
My name is Kari.
and I'm NOT a runner.
But I'm back on the wagon. And I'm losing that 12-15 lbs in the next 6 weeks.
Come hell or high water
and we've got lots of high water around here.
And ibuprofen, ice and heat packs...
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