Week Seventy-Five Results

Well, a loss is a loss. I’m down .2 lbs. from my weigh-in last week.

More importantly, I’m scheduled for a doctor’s visit next week. This time, I am not going to let her brush off my night eating as a non-issue. This is srs bizness. I’ve lit shet on fire and everything, this is not something to ignore any longer. And I’m tired of being hungry after eating half of my calories while I’m not even fully conscious.

Good stuff: I’m back to pounding the pavement in my running shoes. I’m running the Fishy Four Mile in Chetek, Wis., in July with my sister and brother-in-law, and then I’m running my hometown’s 10K about a week after that.

Yeah, I’m batshetcrazy. What more can I say?

Starting stats:
Weight: 247 lbs.
BMI: 36.5

Today’s stats:
Weight: 172.8 lbs.
BMI: 25.5


Recap: Challenge Obesity 5K

This is me, reporting in on last weekend’s 5K, severely tardy to the party. At least I showed up?

First off: I wasn’t nearly as nervous as I was for my previous two 5Ks. In fact, I was pretty chill, which is kind of a shocker. Anxiety and I are good bedfellows – we snuggle, in fact, none of that “get off my side of the mattress” crap. I woke up, bounced out of bed, and after my scale mishap, put on my happy face and grabbed my race day breakfast.

Well, Naked Juice, you failed me. I had a free coupon, I’d heard good reviews, and when I selected the berryish protein-filled concoction from amongst the rest of the flavors, I expected taste of orgasmatastic proportions. Nope, sorry. I think it tasted chalky and gritty, not unlike leaving your juice bottle at a playground and coming back later to find that an inquisitive toddler has filled it with sand and colorful sidewalk chalk. I took two drinks and crossed it off my list of stuff to buy in the future (and yet frugal Midwestern me couldn’t throw it away because even though it was free to me, it was still fairly expensively priced on the shelf).

Disappointed, I moved on to my go-to pre-running foods, a banana and some cocoa roast almonds. Delicious as always.

When I arrived at the race site, I was trying to meet up with so many people. It was absolutely bonkers. BUT, it was also great – I met some ladies from the WW boards, some I met through Jen (priorfatgirl), my sister Dawn and my niece Julia, and some people I met that day. The atmosphere was totally charged with all the people there who had lost weight and made a commitment to living a healthier lifestyle. I felt so lucky to be able to be with all those amazing people!

Dawn is amazing, she managed to get this pic at the exact second I went across the finish line.

My shirt was kind of a big hit. And I feel like I for sure ran faster with “247” behind me, both literally and figuratively

I didn’t get my best time ever, but I finished. I finished the race, and I am finished with obesity. Done. Kaput. End. No going back. NO MORE, you hear me, fat? I’ve had it with you.

For more race day photos (and to read their amazing stories!) check out Mary at FitthisGirl and Jen at priorfatgirl at their sites, http://tinyurl.com/2c4mtwr and http://tinyurl.com/233cxcx respectively.

What’s next up re: running? Another 5K on June 12 in Bloomington, Minn., and training for [insert suspenseful music here] a 10K. You eyes aren’t pulling a funny on you, I swear. I decided to go big or go home, and I’m going to run my town’s 10K race in July. Running makes me feel like there’s nothing I can’t accomplish, and so I set my sights a little higher (longer?). I’m going to make it! 🙂


Fabulous Friday #1

Right then. Here’s the deal: every Friday from now until goal (and even after) I want to take a few minutes, sit down with my laptop, and recap the week – before weigh-in.

So here I sit, curled up on my bed with my computer and Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution. My bed is laden with the awesome purchases I made in my post-work week shopping trip… all of which highlight the incredible changes that’ve happened over the course of Weight Watchers. Tonight I bought the most adorable tankini. It’s hot peach with white polka dots, and I actually can’t wait to toss it on and lay out on a boat. Laying next to the swimsuit are two new pairs of shorts. Short shorts, not capris or bermuda shorts. And then, there’s another one of my most recent acquisitions: my race day shirt.

That’s right! It’s the Challenge Obesity 5K tomorrow. And I’ve got a special shirt to wear:

The front:

The back:

I’m a little nervous to advertise this in public, even in a group of people who are going to be at an event in support of fighting obesity. So I’m kind of trying to psyche myself up and gather some virtual cojones in order to put this shirt on tomorrow. I can write down online all I want that 145 lbs. is my goal weight. But seeing it on a t-shirt for some reason really cements it into reality. It feels like I’m making even more of a promise to myself and to everyone who is kind enough to support me that I WILL make it there.

Overall, this week was good. I earned 31 activity points (the equivalent of burning 3,100 calories) and really made a commitment to working out. On the flip side, I didn’t do so fab. regarding food. It’s like since I was working out so hard, I gave myself permission to pretend my plate is a patch of floor and do my best Dyson impression.

Only the scale will tell. Weigh-in is going to be early tomorrow, at 6:30 a.m. instead of 8 a.m., so I can hop in the car at 7:15 and make my way to St. Paul. ❤ and good night!


It’s Mai Birfdai

(That’s LOLspeak for those unaware.  Translation: It’s my birthday.)

Yup, today I’m 25.  A whole quarter-century’s worth of life.  And this was supposed to be my moment in the sun, at goal in just over a year.

As you can see, I’m not there.

I’m not upset about this at all, surprisingly.  I knew I was setting up a tough goal in that particular timeline, and I’m not sorry that I didn’t reach it by the time I wanted.

I’m not sorry that I’m wearing size 8 jeans right now.
I’m not sorry that now, I’d rather eat fruit salad than a candy bar.
I’m not sorry that I no longer have trouble breathing when I lay down in bed at night.
I’m not sorry that I no longer have to pause and catch my breath every time I go up a flight of stairs.
I’m not sorry that I can run 3 miles without stopping.
I’m not sorry that instead of casting my eyes down at the pavement, I have enough confidence to look at people when I pass them on the sidewalk.
I’m not sorry that instead of quitting, like every other hard thing I’ve tried to in my life, I’ve kept going.
I’m not sorry that I’m more proud of myself than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

I’m not sorry for all the positive ways my life has changed.  And I’m not sorry that I set a time goal at the beginning of this long, strange journey.  It helped keep me motivated at times when I just didn’t feel like going the extra mile.

So, I’m setting a new one, just a tough to reach as the first.  My new endeavor is to be at my goal weight by April 17, 2010, when I run the Challenge Obesity 5K in St. Paul, Minn., with a group of fellow Weight Watchers.  I want to cross that finish line at 145 lbs.  And if I work hard enough, I know I can get there.


State of the Broad Broad Address

I usually like to pick a topic, and center a blog post around that.  But today, I’m just going to write about how things are going in general.  I have a million topics that I want to write about in the future, and I’m excited to do so, but for now, here’s what’s up with Lisa Marie. 🙂

C25K: This is my main priority and challenge right now.  I’m one run away from “graduating” from the program, and 3 days away from my first 5K ever.  I’ll be running the Halloween Fearless 5K around Como Lake in St. Paul, Minn. on Saturday, and I’m so incredibly nervous!  I’m still not a particularly great runner, but I ran 2.5 miles in 31 minutes last night, and I’m very proud of that.  So my goal is just to finish on Saturday – I don’t care if I have to drag myself across the finish line.

WW: Weight Watchers is going well.  I know I’m fluctuating a lot on the scale lately, but I’m thinking a lot of that is due to an incredibly stepped-up workout schedule.  And if not, oh well! It all evens out and I’m on-plan and moving towards goal. 

Life in General: Life in general is good.  I’m nervous about Halloween all around – my 5K, and I’m wearing a costume later that night that’s a tad revealing.  In fact, it’s incredibly revealing… short skirt, strapless top, hooker-type boots.  Majorly nervous! But I’m determined not to hide under miles of cloth like I normally would.  Plus, after all this, I feel a little bit like Wonder Woman, so why not dress up like her?  I can always pretend I’m actually hidden inside an Invisible Plane… or just do a couple of shots of tequila before I head out. 😉

Readers: I just want to say thank you to everyone who reads this blog.  It means a lot to me that so many of you are with me on this journey! Major blog<3.


Running in the Rain

I’ve been pretty lazy this week.  Like, extremely lazy.  So Wednesday night I was determined to drag my sloth-like behind off the futon and do Week 2 of C25K.

Mother Nature was not on my side.  She tried to thwart me, seriously.  At the time I was supposed to meet Allison to run, rain fell from the sky with fire-hose force.  Not to be defeated, we waited half an hour and went while it was still sprinkling.  I’d never run in the rain before, but here’s what I learned:

1) Never wear pants – at least not without the waistband duct-taped to you.  If you wear pants, they will absorb all the water on the ground and begin to drag said pants towards the ground like slow, deliberate torture.  I hitched my waistband up to the band of my bra.  I rolled the waistband.  I ran with one hand desperately clutching the waistband.  Then two hands.  Let’s just say I’m surprised I managed to make it home without anyone viewing my undies.

2) Do not bring your cell phone, even if it is not directly being rained on.  My armband gathered moisture around my cell phone and fogged up the little plastic pocket anyways.  Pointless, and I’m glad not to have ruined my cell.

3) It is also pointless to try and keep your feet dry.  By the end of my workout, my shoes had become sponges and soaked up any moisture they could find.  The squishing noises my shoes made on the last leg of my walk home might have been humorous, if I hadn’t been too tired to laugh.

4) Do not run in the rain.  It does not make you hardcore.  It just makes you look ridiculous when you arrive home, whether soaking wet or just slightly damp.

Needless to say, next time it rains, I’ll be staying indoors and waiting for sunnier skies.


Run, Fat Girl, Run

Transport yourself back in time to elementary school.  Lunch boxes complete with Kool-Aid in a thermos, missing front teeth, and Band-Aid covered knees. 

Transport yourself further to gym class.  The annual “run the mile” day.  Maybe you were the athletic kid sprinting out in front of the rest of the pack, a pastel-colored blur with something to prove.  If you were like me, you were coughing your juvenile lungs out, trailing everyone else by a good half a lap, with the gym teacher yelling for you to “pick up the pace.”

Needless to say, I’ve never been a runner.  In fact, I’ve always abhorred it.  My approach to running was, until last night, that I don’t run unless something very dangerous is chasing me. 

That was before I finally committed to the Couch to 5k program, known to most simply as “C25K.”  I first heard about it on the Weight Watchers message boards, and quickly dismissed it as something sluggish moi could never survive.  As the pounds came off, I mentally shrugged and thought, why not?

I’ll admit I procrastinated.  A lot.  After a lot of encouragement from some of my co-workers, I picked up a pair of running shoes and went with one of the students who works in our office, Allison.  I arrived at our designated meeting spot a few minutes early and paced nervously, half-heartedly stretching out in the hopes that I would appear to be a bona-fide athlete instead of just a wannabe.

For those of you unfamiliar with the program, you listen to one of several podcasts that tell you when to run, when to walk, etc. 

I didn’t collapse.  I didn’t trip and break my leg.  I wasn’t eaten by a gigantic bear that popped out of the woods onto the trail, or any of the other increasingly ridiculous scenarios I had envisioned before I started. 

In fact, I’m pretty proud of myself.  I wasn’t the speediest person, but I also didn’t cheat and quit running before the podcast told me to.  I survived that workout.  As the voice cue for the five minute walking cooldown sounded in my ear, I honestly struggled not to cry in a big jumble of emotions – I never thought I’d make it.  I’d been so certain of absolute failure.

But a big shout-out goes to Allison, because I would never have made it if she hadn’t been running ahead of me.  Woohoo for Allison!  Thank you.

Today’s my day off, but Thursday I’ll be out pounding the pavement again.  I’m not going to give up.