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Thursday, December 9, 2010
When the Cat's away....
The mouse will play..... in the gym?!
WHAT?!
Yea, you read that right. I've realized when B is gone, my semi-empty life is easily filled by hours at the gym. He's been gone for roughly a week and I have been at the gym for at least an hour all of those days except one. I feel I may be getting slightly obsessed with it, but its much better than being obsessed with eating an entire chocolate cake --- right?
Then several nights ago, I got out of work early and thought it would be best to leave the all too quiet house and head to the gym. I made it to the gym around 4 PM, stayed for three fitness classes and rode the stationary bike. I left the gym 3 hours later with1800 ecalories burned. I felt very accomplished and severely famished) but wondered if it was heatlhy. Physically, I'm sure my body needed it, but mentally--- ?
The gym I go to has the Les Mills fitness classes, and boy do these things mean business! My favorite so far for sweating is the BodyCombat. It's fast-paced, energetic, and has great music. I burned almost 900 calories in a 45 minute class! It's like Tae-bo on steroids....
But I have to admit the most enjoyable class I take is the BodyJam class. I am THE WORST dancer, but in my head I think I look good. So this class is perfect because I can try to be hip hop and still burn a buttload of calories. I can embrace my inner stripper and cheerleader in this class. Classes tend to be small too, so the amount of people humilate myself in front of is limited...thank goodnes.
But anyway---To top it off all that cardio and the long night at the gym, I had a personal training appointment that next morning at 7am and was way too sore for my own good. He kicked my ass real good, and left me sore leaving the gym. I woke up today, tried to get out of bed and it felt as though my muscles had all decided to go on strike. It was a slow moving morning, but by the afternoon I felt normal enough again, so I went today and did a light work out, bike, elliptical, incline treadmill. Surprisingly enough, I think it did the trick! I feel pretty great! I'm already planning my trip to the gym tomorrow!
I miss B. A lot. It's his birthday today and he's floating somewhere in the Atlantic (?) I think. I sent him a birthday email, a birthday text, and so many birthday thoughts and still have yet to hear from him. I need to get used to not hearing from him a lot, but its hard. Especially, when the few friends I have around here are always busy, and I'm left alone with my thoughts, and my full refridgerator. I have to admit though, working out does negate the ideas of eating. I hate to put all that effort into busting my ass and then just eating whatever.
Tomorrow if my last day of work, and then it's vacation til te 27th. I'm pretty excited. I love my job (to an extent) but can't wait to not go there. I'm not sure what I'll be doing with all this free time, but I will promise it won't be all spent at the gym. I'll try and do a tasteful amount. :)
How much is too much working out or is there such a thing? If you have answer, let me know!
WHAT?!
Yea, you read that right. I've realized when B is gone, my semi-empty life is easily filled by hours at the gym. He's been gone for roughly a week and I have been at the gym for at least an hour all of those days except one. I feel I may be getting slightly obsessed with it, but its much better than being obsessed with eating an entire chocolate cake --- right?
Then several nights ago, I got out of work early and thought it would be best to leave the all too quiet house and head to the gym. I made it to the gym around 4 PM, stayed for three fitness classes and rode the stationary bike. I left the gym 3 hours later with1800 ecalories burned. I felt very accomplished and severely famished) but wondered if it was heatlhy. Physically, I'm sure my body needed it, but mentally--- ?
The gym I go to has the Les Mills fitness classes, and boy do these things mean business! My favorite so far for sweating is the BodyCombat. It's fast-paced, energetic, and has great music. I burned almost 900 calories in a 45 minute class! It's like Tae-bo on steroids....
But I have to admit the most enjoyable class I take is the BodyJam class. I am THE WORST dancer, but in my head I think I look good. So this class is perfect because I can try to be hip hop and still burn a buttload of calories. I can embrace my inner stripper and cheerleader in this class. Classes tend to be small too, so the amount of people humilate myself in front of is limited...thank goodnes.
(and I look exacly like that girl) sure.
But anyway---To top it off all that cardio and the long night at the gym, I had a personal training appointment that next morning at 7am and was way too sore for my own good. He kicked my ass real good, and left me sore leaving the gym. I woke up today, tried to get out of bed and it felt as though my muscles had all decided to go on strike. It was a slow moving morning, but by the afternoon I felt normal enough again, so I went today and did a light work out, bike, elliptical, incline treadmill. Surprisingly enough, I think it did the trick! I feel pretty great! I'm already planning my trip to the gym tomorrow!
I miss B. A lot. It's his birthday today and he's floating somewhere in the Atlantic (?) I think. I sent him a birthday email, a birthday text, and so many birthday thoughts and still have yet to hear from him. I need to get used to not hearing from him a lot, but its hard. Especially, when the few friends I have around here are always busy, and I'm left alone with my thoughts, and my full refridgerator. I have to admit though, working out does negate the ideas of eating. I hate to put all that effort into busting my ass and then just eating whatever.
Tomorrow if my last day of work, and then it's vacation til te 27th. I'm pretty excited. I love my job (to an extent) but can't wait to not go there. I'm not sure what I'll be doing with all this free time, but I will promise it won't be all spent at the gym. I'll try and do a tasteful amount. :)
How much is too much working out or is there such a thing? If you have answer, let me know!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
First things first---
I've been wanting to do this for awhile, and I'm hoping I'll soon have the time and/or things to talk about. If you're reading this, I'm not sure how you found it or which wrong link you clicked on --- but don't hit the back button just yet!
Let me give you a taste of what this blog is going to be about. I'm in a semi-new state, newly married to a man in the US Navy (going on 6 months now), and have been battling my weight for as long as I can remember. I hope to use this blog to discuss my journey dealing with my emotions with my husband being away on deployment (coming the beginning of the year) and my weight loss battle that I just can't seem to win.
As I mentioned before, I've battle my weight for as long as I can remember. I've always been chubby (borderline fat) ever since I could walk. It didn't seem to be a problem, til I started noticing that my weight did affect the way I was treated by everyone around me. In high school, I was known as the "funny girl, with a pretty face, and a great personality" and I was okay with that. It wasn't until college that I felt that that label just wasn't enough. I became depressed about my weight and didn't really know how to fix it. Before I graduated college in 2007 I was up to 234 pounds.
I moved to a different state to start my Masters degree, and there something just 'clicked' I started Weight Watchers, and lost about 70 lbs easy, and got down to 160ish through diet and exercise. And suprising I kept it off, until I moved again---
And here I am. I started off great once I moved-- completed several half marathons, and ran numerous races--- and then I met the love of my life. We all know how this goes---I somehow accumilated 15 lbs of fat and none of my old clothes fit me quite the way they used to. The husband, B, has been coming and going preparing for deployment and with that my appetite has done the same.
My name is Jennifer, and I'm an emotional eater. A horrible one at that! When I just don't know what else to do, why not go buy a whole pizza and do whatever you can to fit it all in? Or how about go buy a box of premade brownies and eat them continuously until you want to vomit? With B leaving soon, I want to find a new way to cope with these feelings of loneliness and him being gone. I've done my best to make the first step:
I thought it would be a productive way to spend my time, better myself, and in the process help ease my mind. I hope that between this and blogging I'll be able to keep myself accountable as well as keep my emotions a little bit more under control.
Well until next time!
Jen
Let me give you a taste of what this blog is going to be about. I'm in a semi-new state, newly married to a man in the US Navy (going on 6 months now), and have been battling my weight for as long as I can remember. I hope to use this blog to discuss my journey dealing with my emotions with my husband being away on deployment (coming the beginning of the year) and my weight loss battle that I just can't seem to win.
As I mentioned before, I've battle my weight for as long as I can remember. I've always been chubby (borderline fat) ever since I could walk. It didn't seem to be a problem, til I started noticing that my weight did affect the way I was treated by everyone around me. In high school, I was known as the "funny girl, with a pretty face, and a great personality" and I was okay with that. It wasn't until college that I felt that that label just wasn't enough. I became depressed about my weight and didn't really know how to fix it. Before I graduated college in 2007 I was up to 234 pounds.
I moved to a different state to start my Masters degree, and there something just 'clicked' I started Weight Watchers, and lost about 70 lbs easy, and got down to 160ish through diet and exercise. And suprising I kept it off, until I moved again---
And here I am. I started off great once I moved-- completed several half marathons, and ran numerous races--- and then I met the love of my life. We all know how this goes---I somehow accumilated 15 lbs of fat and none of my old clothes fit me quite the way they used to. The husband, B, has been coming and going preparing for deployment and with that my appetite has done the same.
My name is Jennifer, and I'm an emotional eater. A horrible one at that! When I just don't know what else to do, why not go buy a whole pizza and do whatever you can to fit it all in? Or how about go buy a box of premade brownies and eat them continuously until you want to vomit? With B leaving soon, I want to find a new way to cope with these feelings of loneliness and him being gone. I've done my best to make the first step:
I JOINED A GYM!
I thought it would be a productive way to spend my time, better myself, and in the process help ease my mind. I hope that between this and blogging I'll be able to keep myself accountable as well as keep my emotions a little bit more under control.
Well until next time!
Jen
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