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Personalized 5: The Tale of the Treadie & a Kettlebell

So, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted. There’s good reason for that.
Mini go-cay (that’s how the in-laws vacay) and a mini stay-cay.
Translation: no blogging, no writing.

Anyway, I’m back at it and I really shouldn’t have waited to write about our last sweat sesh, which was nearly two weeks ago. My memory isn’t what it used to be.
What I can’t forget though is how brutal it was.
For weeks, I’ve been telling Nikki how I rock at the Treadie and how I wanna get me some kettlebells in my life.
Laughable.
In fact, the Treadie and I have a long way to go, and there’s a pretty good learning curve to kettlebells for this girl.
The week before our last session Nikki mentioned sprinting, so I got brave and sprinted 30 seconds here and there on the Treadie at 6.0. I felt like a badass.
Little did I know the universe was preparing me for what Nikki would do to us the next week.
She ramped up that Treadie’s incline way too high and wanted me to run at 6.0 for way more than 30 seconds.
I really wish I’d written down the specifics, because it was so intense.
I needed water. Couldn’t stop. Not allowed.
I praised all of Baby Jesus when my shoes came untied, so I could get a five second breather.
It’s the little things.
Y’all this was like 20 minutes on what I thought was my favorite machine.
Nikki has the fantastic ability to find horror in all my favorite things. 😉 That’s gotta be a requirement of a good personal trainer, right.
Kettlebells were tough, but not the worst thing I’ve ever done.
I’ll take another stab at ’em, I suppose.
Summary of Week 5: all the things I thought I wanted in life…I was wrong.

We have our next session tomorrow, and that will mark the half way point for us in training.
The Labor Day go-cay meant way too many extra calories some days (yes, we still tracked them), but I was proud of us for hitting the gym hardcore while away for a full-body workout. And we walked. So much walking. And swimming. We tried to stay active everyday, which is much different from some of our past vacays. Victory.
We skipped training last week, because I felt it would be a wasted week. Honestly, I didn’t need that scale to tell me I’d eaten gator tail and enjoyed beer.
However, we ate well and worked out all week once we got home. Woot.
So, I’m hoping that scale is kind to us tomorrow. And Nikki. I am growing more and more fearful of the unknown torture she is planning…probably as I type. 😉

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Weekend Fail

It’s Monday, y’all and instead of whining through it, I’m forcing myself to use it as a clean slate, a shiny new friend who will serve as a buffer between me and all the poor decisions I made for my body this weekend.

In all honesty, this whole last week was just rough for me mentally. It’s been one of the hardest weeks as far as mind-body awareness goes. Even with the training session Tuesday, I seemed to have no desire to eat well last week. Not sure what that’s about. The entire week consisted of fries every day…kid you not. Even if it was paired with a salad, Chick Fil A fries hit the calorie bank hard. And the entire weekend just blew. Pizza, cupcakes and Mexican food Friday night, hot dogs/chips Saturday followed by a sweets coma from a fun trip to a new bakery (mildly worth it), then a bday celebration (no, not mine) full of vegetables (hey, I tried with a portabella club) and beer (well, there goes that) and Sunday was…well… Sonic.

Do I even need to admit there wasn’t a single workout since the sorry excuse of the one we did Thursday?

Now, I don’t know if there is something else going on with me or if the caloriefest of the last week and the inactivity are to blame, but I was EXHAUSTED yesterday. Like back to bed before breakfast AND napped two hours before bed kind of exhausted. My body felt lackluster, worn down and just overall blah. Could be the late nights, the beer, the sugar. I dunno, but holy moly do I need some water, vegetables and exercise in my life.

And this pattern cannot continue. If it does, that will mean we are wasting our money and time with the training. We should be logging our calories (which we did at least do that, even with all the poor choices) and hitting the gym three times a week.
So, this last week was a fail.
And we’re leaving it there. I refuse to bring that negativity into this new week. It is what it is, it was what it was. Today is Monday and it’s a new day – not to mention it’s still early into the new month. Things can look much different this time next month.

On an even more serious note, this indulgent beer and sugar kick I’ve been on is officially done. I know better, yet still think I can do such things. I cannot. Really. After a sweet treat Saturday, I instantly felt badly. Headache was trying to set up camp and I was tired. Done. No cookie is worth that feeling.
So, I’m challenging myself to one sweet a week. Considering I’m really supposed to have no sweets a week (doc’s orders), I’ll baby step my way there. A’ wean, wean, wean (cheerleading anyone? lol)
And the beer…it’s sugar in my mind. Acts just the same in my body. So, no more weekends of that.

Here’s to Monday…

 

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Dough Not touch the Doughnut

Sugar is the devil, y’all. Seriously.
In all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever eaten as many donuts as I have in the last two months.

A couple of months ago we discovered how delicious Dunkin Donuts cake donut holes are.

Trouble

Trouble

I’m particularly in love with the blueberry and cinnamon varieties.
These little freaks have helped me discover in my older age that I now like cake donuts.
Just what I need.

So when Fishface and I go out and about yesterday, we land at the best donut place in Memphis – Gibson’s.
It’s open 24 hours, y’all. What the what??? So glad I don’t live near that place.
We went in with a plan to get one a piece, maybe two. Maybe.

Box of Badness

Box of Badness

That’s a picture of a box. Like a box of a dozen.
Plan FAIL.
When you can’t choose between Red Velvet (fireworks in my mouth), Caramel, Maple Bacon, Blueberry Cake…you just get two of each. And then you let your husband pick a few.

I used to be a one donut every blue moon kind of gal, but now I’m fighting a massive addiction to all things donut. From caramel to bacon to cake. I need an intervention.

Being Monday, I’ve renewed the promise to myself to stay away from sugar.
And there are two blueberry cake donuts and a maple bacon in the kitchen calling my name.
Wish me luck y’all. Kicking sugar is no joke.

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Soup’s On

The cool (ha) thing about below freezing temps and being inside a polar vortex is the opportunity to stay in, cook something delish and snuggle. And I’ve DONE all of those things in the past few days.
We kicked this week off with Sunday company and soup.

Soup for three

Soup for three 

I stumbled across this fabulous recipe a few months back. I love everything about Jonathan’s blog. He makes delicious recipes seem conquerable. He is totally an inspiration to this budding culinary gal.
Anywho, I made this soup, which I consider to be a way more delicious take on Olive Garden’s Zuppa Toscana, a month or so ago and my husband flipped for it.
So, when my childhood friend of more than 23 years (how am I old enough to say that) came for a post holiday visit, we all decided to stay in and skip the whole going out and spending dollar bills on pricey eats. I figured that was a perfect opportunity to throw something together. It was a great way to kick off my year of DOING. Part of that whole New Year concept will include cooking more for our family and friends. I love sharing our home and dishes with them.
Back to soup…this recipe is ridiculously easy to put together.

Yum

Yum

Photogenic soup

Photogenic soup

And sooo delicious. I tried Olive Garden’s version recently and I pushed it away. I win at Zuppa Toscana.
But to be fair OG does do one soup well enough that I’ll let them make it from now on. I tried my hand at my addiction – the Chicken and Gnocchi soup.

Simmer Simmer

Simmer Simmer

Though it looks delicious, it was no Olive Garden version. They win at Chicken & Gnocchi. My college try made me realize they must put a bucket of salt into their batches. I used more salt than I would ever use in a recipe and it still needed some. If I try again, I’ll salt it up and add even more stock.
The best part about that recipe was being able to share it with friends. Four bowls this time.

Soup Soiree

Soup Soiree

Clearly, I like taking pictures of empty bowls with spoons.
Everyone filled their bellies, and left their bowls just as empty as they started, so maybe I kind of win at Chicken & Gnocchi 😉

 

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