First of all - in case anyone was following my last blog (posted below) - I'm sorry for dropping off the face of the earth. I did not starve and Adolphus did not kill me. I put myself through much worse physical torture...I had a baby. All kidding aside...Charlie is the most wonderful gift from God, and here's the segway between my life as it was....and now.
Between July 2009 and February 2010, things were going great. I was feeling more fit, the workouts got "easier," and the weight was falling off. I lost around 45 pounds! In September 2009, I bought a beautiful off the track Thoroughbred named "Moody Goose," which I promptly changed to "Motion Granted." Dually, as we called him around the barn, was one of the sweetest, most talented horses I've ever owned and everything I'd ever wanted in an adult amateur type event horse. He was GREEN and ran around with his nose in the air and bunny hopping over jumps. Jared was, well, less than thrilled about my new project, but Dually really started to grow on him. Dually and I started working on his flatwork (my forte') and I discovered a beautiful trot with suspension! I also took him to some schooling events and brought home some ribbons...also learning that he's a pretty willing jumper! Dually and I were having a blast together and winning to boot! I'd also been competing in the Intercollegiate Alumni Reining classes through the fall and qualified for the IHSA National Championships in Lexington Kentucky in May 2010! I was anxiously getting ready for Dually's first USEA horse trial in the Spring of 2010. Then, it rained....and rained....and rained..... and our arena was soaked. Just about every early spring schooling show was cancelled, so I decided to wait and take him out mid-Spring after I could get through a warm up event. I started grooming for a local up and coming event rider, Ellen Doughty and was having a blast going to the events, participating, and not even riding (knowing that Dually was coming along behind the scenes and would be ready to come out with a bang!)
The Monday night after I'd been grooming at Meadowcreek Horse Trials, Jared and I got the shock of our lives....I was pregnant! Sparing all personal details, it was not a surprise...we just expected that it would take longer to expand our family. But, we were off on a journey that NOTHING would have prepared us for...parenthood! With my doctor's blessing, I continued to ride, very cautiously, and only on the flat (no jumping). About three weeks later, I went to Holly Hill Horse Trials to groom for Ellen. After a fun, but exhausting dressage and cross-country day Saturday with Ellen's three horses (the extremely talented, but slightly spoiled Obie and Harley and lovely little mare, Dell), I tried to get some sleep to prepare for show jumping Sunday morning and then the drive home. But, I woke up Sunday morning certain that I'd miscarried. Through raging tears, I called Jared and my OB's on call nurse and headed home from Louisiana in a panic, sure that we'd lost the baby. I spent Sunday and Monday on strict bed rest (telling everyone that I was just "under the weather") until my appointment on Tuesday with my OB. The prognosis was grim and we were counseled through all that would happen over the next few hours if we'd lost the baby. Then, they turned on the machines and to everyone's surprise, we heard the heartbeat of our precious 8 week old baby for the very first time! We laughed and cried and I realized that the big scare was a blessing in disguise...it made me realize how very much I already loved this little "peanut!" But, because of my somewhat rare condition (that caused what we'd believed to be a miscarriage), I was not allowed to exercise....or ride....at all. So, for entertainment, I resorted to following my pregnany craving - cheese fries.
In May 2010, at around 14 weeks along, and with my doctor's permission (not blessing, just permission), I was allowed to compete at the IHSA National Championships. One class, one draw, no re-ride. And, I promised Jared that if I drew a bad horse, I'd withdraw. I flew to KY.. jeans snug over what would become my baby bump, and ready to compete. My horse wasn't "bad," just not very talented or well behaved, but I decided to give it my best shot - that's the way a draw goes, I guess. The pattern started with a run in to a sliding stop and I realized that I was riding way too timidly to get a big score. So, I carefully executed the rest of the pattern, careful not to dump myself or my precious cargo. I placed 5th and have some neat pictures of the baby's first sliding stop. :-) (I was also convinced that the pink ribbon was a sign I was having a girl - haha!). This was my last ride until January 2011.
Between May and November, I got bigger and bigger. Thank GOD, my pregnancy was pretty uneventful after that early scare (other than my HUGE swollen feet). We learned in June that we were having a BOY(!) and we started getting ready for his arrival. I was able to spend Saturday and Sunday mornings at the barn, getting my horse time and grooming the boys (Dually and Joker). After not making much progress toward my due date, and a sono that revealed a pretty big baby...my doctor decided to induce. So, on November 22, 2010, we headed to the hospital around 9pm for my induction to begin. Tuesday, November 23, 2010 they started pitocin at 5:30am. After 7 hours with no drugs, and epidural around 2pm, and no more progress, we faced the inevitable...a C-section. And, around 6pm, Charles Lloyd Johnson was born at 9 lbs, 7 oz. He was PERFECT - Healthy and beautiful and we were overwhelmed at the blessing. I'm not saying any of it was easy, but the C-section that I'd dreaded wasn't as bad as I'd imagined. I spent Thanksgiving at Baylor Grapevine...I got to watch the Macy's parade and the turkey lunch was pretty good! The next day, we took Charlie home - completely ignorant to how our lives had changed. We went through feeding problems, lactation consultants, colic, acid reflux, and other baby issues. I'm not going to lie...it was not fun and I wondered numerous times who I could blame for talking me into this mess. My boss (has 5 kids and told me that parenthood is wonderful), my friend Betsy (who'd wanted us to have a baby for years), my friend Amie (who'd helped me develop baby fever), my dad and stepmom (started the baby talk right after the wedding), AND Jared...they were all on my hit list. I was an emotional wreck...I loved this new little human, but missed (and sort of mourned the loss of) my old life.
Everyone told me "it will get better." And, guess what? It did. The colic and reflux went away, Charlie started eating like a champ, started smiling, started cooing, started crawling and now has 2 teeth and tries to make words and wave "bye bye." He is the sweetest soul and he's my world....
Which is how "Jac Smart" comes into the picture. After I had Charlie, my anxiousness about jumping turned into an absolute paralyzing fear. I couldn't jump anything without a near panic attack. Dually was doing great (thanks to some WONDERFUL training by my friend & Advanced level eventer, Jessica Pye, during my maternity leave), but something was "broken" in my daredevil spirit. I was a mom now and my riding was suffering for it. Every time I cantered down to a jump, I worried about falling, what would happen to Jared and Charlie if I was injured or, God forbid, had a fatal fall. Horses are already dangerous, but I was adding in a huge risk factor by choosing THE most dangerous equestrian sport (which also happens to have gotten a lot of media coverage over the past years after a couple of horrific accidents...one being my former coach, Olympian, Darren Chiacchia). I got off of my big sweet Dually one day, gave him a pat and realized I was DONE. I closed the book on the chapter of my life where I could ride, carefree, at speed over jumps that don't fall. I didn't love dressage enough to do that full time...and I just couldn't event anymore...I'd lost my nerve. With all of the other changes going on...why better time than to try a new sport. I put my beloved horse, Dually, on the market for sale. And, my transition to a new equestrian sport was underway.
After a couple of months, some "tire kicker" buyers, and some "just not the right horse" buyers....Seguin came along. Seguin is 10 years old and Dually is the new love of her life (and the feeling was mutual). It was a perfect match, and on July 6, 2011, Dually went to his new home. Dually hadn't been gone for an hour and I started looking for a new horse. Literally, the next day, July 7, a new ad popped up on a reining horse with royal bloodlines. He just happened to be with Jarvis Anderson at Green Valley Ranch (just a short drive away). My trainer, Jeff, went to ride the horse and thought he was perfect for me. I rode him the following week, loved him, vetted him, and "bit the bullet." "Jac Smart" came home with me on July 22. For August and September, he's been with Jeff working out some "kinks" in his training, but Jac will be coming home for good on October 1.
The week before we went to the hospital to have Charlie, we got the devastating news that our precious Basset Hound, Dudley, had a "lump." After a surgery, biopsy, diagnosis, numerous trips to the vet, a veterinary oncologist, and tons of hugs and hours of love, we said goodbye to Dudley on April 19, 2011. I miss him everyday - he was such a blessing to our family. But, life goes on and we still have Dixie (our younger Basset who ADORES Charlie...unless he bothers her bones) and the cat, Jackson, who is less than thrilled about the new family member, but tolerates us all living under "his" roof.
As for work, I'm still at Touchstone, still loving my job and the people I work with. My equine law venture has started to take off and I'm excited about that.
To say that "things have changed" would be the understatement of the century. My "old life" had three components....Jared, work and horses. Now, I struggle to find balance as a master juggler. Wife, working mother with demanding career, and rider. It can be challenging, sad...and downright hilarious at times, but overall, I'm enjoying the ride.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Post #7 from my old life: weight loss adventures of July 9, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
On the road again....
My next challenge in this diet hell - traveling for work. This diet is controlling my life. I had to book my flights around my 6 meals, so I had breakfast, had the first shake on the way to the airport, strategically planned lunch that I could carry on my salad to eat on the plane, and grabbed water as soon as I landed for shake #2. Geez....
I'm in heaven on earth (at least for someone who loves horses like I do) in Lexington, Kentucky. I did get to see Jordan, my sweet brother-in-law, in Louisville when I flew in. I'm so, so proud of him for moving out here to KY to start dental school. I also appreciate his detailed discussion regarding his cadaver, which he's named "Henry," and the disected portions of Henry's dead body. At least it curbed my food cravings for a few minutes. Then, he told me Henry was a "fit dude," which reminded me that it was time to eat again (and that I needed to go work out when I got to my hotel). Damn Henry. Jordan and I had a nice dinner on the waterfront before I headed over to Lexington. He ate a hamburger on Texas toast with a coke while I ate grilled shrimp and water. I may love him and be very proud of him, but I still get to be jealous of his excellent metabolism.
I'm used to selecting my hotels based on close proximity to Starbucks and/or something horsey, particularly in Kentucky. This time, I needed a fitness center. So, I checked in, secured 8 oz of milk for my evening shake (don't I look like a party animal bellying up to the hotel bar for a stiff glass of milk), and took off to the gym. Nice gym - good equipment - nice view of downtown Lexington, but it sucks compared to my usual evening with tv, a comfy bed and the awesomeness of room service.
There is also another cruel challenge here in Kentucky - my favorite, favorite restaurant with my favorite, favorite, yummy, gooey, sweet and buttery rolls - O'Charleys. We don't have O'Charleys in Texas. I also like their grilled salmon salad, which I can have, but I knew I couldn't resist the rolls, so I had to steer clear of O'Charleys.
So far, I've been tempted by O'Charley's rolls, the peanut butter pie at the restaurant tonight, the ballpark food on the 4th of July, and Steak & Shake on the way from the airport to the hotel, but for some God-forsaken reason, I can't kick my overwhelming desire for a Taco Bell soft taco. Go figure. I have my 89 cents ready for the blessed day I get to cheat.
I'm in heaven on earth (at least for someone who loves horses like I do) in Lexington, Kentucky. I did get to see Jordan, my sweet brother-in-law, in Louisville when I flew in. I'm so, so proud of him for moving out here to KY to start dental school. I also appreciate his detailed discussion regarding his cadaver, which he's named "Henry," and the disected portions of Henry's dead body. At least it curbed my food cravings for a few minutes. Then, he told me Henry was a "fit dude," which reminded me that it was time to eat again (and that I needed to go work out when I got to my hotel). Damn Henry. Jordan and I had a nice dinner on the waterfront before I headed over to Lexington. He ate a hamburger on Texas toast with a coke while I ate grilled shrimp and water. I may love him and be very proud of him, but I still get to be jealous of his excellent metabolism.
I'm used to selecting my hotels based on close proximity to Starbucks and/or something horsey, particularly in Kentucky. This time, I needed a fitness center. So, I checked in, secured 8 oz of milk for my evening shake (don't I look like a party animal bellying up to the hotel bar for a stiff glass of milk), and took off to the gym. Nice gym - good equipment - nice view of downtown Lexington, but it sucks compared to my usual evening with tv, a comfy bed and the awesomeness of room service.
There is also another cruel challenge here in Kentucky - my favorite, favorite restaurant with my favorite, favorite, yummy, gooey, sweet and buttery rolls - O'Charleys. We don't have O'Charleys in Texas. I also like their grilled salmon salad, which I can have, but I knew I couldn't resist the rolls, so I had to steer clear of O'Charleys.
So far, I've been tempted by O'Charley's rolls, the peanut butter pie at the restaurant tonight, the ballpark food on the 4th of July, and Steak & Shake on the way from the airport to the hotel, but for some God-forsaken reason, I can't kick my overwhelming desire for a Taco Bell soft taco. Go figure. I have my 89 cents ready for the blessed day I get to cheat.
Post #6 from my old life: weight loss adventures of July 4, 2009
Independence Day
Well, the 4th of July has come and gone now - a great day to celebrate the independence of our great U.S.A. Man, would we have loved a little independence from this friggin' diet.
Adolphus was taking the day off Sat., so we worked out on the 3rd (worked out well as not to completely ruin our 4th of July). Our work outs are excruciating. I reach complete and total muscle failure every time. And, I'm still fighting to keep my breakfast down. But, luckily, I'm able to function in daily life after I leave the gym. I'm still sore and know that I've certainly worked out, but I'm just trilled to be able to brush my own teeth, wash my hair and wipe my own butt - things that had been extremely difficult after our first arm and leg workouts!
So, the 4th of July. Jared bartered 2 "free" pounds from Adolphus. I was terrified at the idea. Anything over two pounds and he'd "kick our asses." I thought he was doing that at every workout, but evidently he thinks he's being easy on us. If what we've been doing is easy, I don't want an ass kicking - I think he'd kill me. Seeing that the scale does not account for water weight, muscle addition and bad days, I decided to have a cheat free 4th.
I also decided to work out, but I didn't have time to go to the gym, so like all fitness gurus, I went out to do a little interval training before we headed to the baseball game. It was 2pm on July 4 in Texas and it's 150 degrees outside. This was NOT a good idea. I have never sweated like that in my life and there came a point that I was not sure I'd be able to get home. Great. It's the 4th of July and I'm passed out on the sidewalk in our subdivision. Luckily, me and the creatures from my pre-heat stroke hallucination got home safely.
That evening, we headed out to the Rangers game. We had dinner before we left, but as much as Jared loves to go to the ballpark I love to eat at the ballpark, which is a huge problem on a diet that doesn't allow garlic fries, footlong chili dogs and ice cream (gee - I wonder how I got in this weight gain predicament!?!) So, I took snacks...so many snacks that the lady at the bag check told me that she hoped me "and the children have a good time at the game!" Glad we don't have children yet - I wouldn't have shared my snacks. It was just watermelon, fat free kettle corn and bottles of water, but to me it's gold. Jared had beer - 2 pounds worth. On to another week....
Adolphus was taking the day off Sat., so we worked out on the 3rd (worked out well as not to completely ruin our 4th of July). Our work outs are excruciating. I reach complete and total muscle failure every time. And, I'm still fighting to keep my breakfast down. But, luckily, I'm able to function in daily life after I leave the gym. I'm still sore and know that I've certainly worked out, but I'm just trilled to be able to brush my own teeth, wash my hair and wipe my own butt - things that had been extremely difficult after our first arm and leg workouts!
So, the 4th of July. Jared bartered 2 "free" pounds from Adolphus. I was terrified at the idea. Anything over two pounds and he'd "kick our asses." I thought he was doing that at every workout, but evidently he thinks he's being easy on us. If what we've been doing is easy, I don't want an ass kicking - I think he'd kill me. Seeing that the scale does not account for water weight, muscle addition and bad days, I decided to have a cheat free 4th.
I also decided to work out, but I didn't have time to go to the gym, so like all fitness gurus, I went out to do a little interval training before we headed to the baseball game. It was 2pm on July 4 in Texas and it's 150 degrees outside. This was NOT a good idea. I have never sweated like that in my life and there came a point that I was not sure I'd be able to get home. Great. It's the 4th of July and I'm passed out on the sidewalk in our subdivision. Luckily, me and the creatures from my pre-heat stroke hallucination got home safely.
That evening, we headed out to the Rangers game. We had dinner before we left, but as much as Jared loves to go to the ballpark I love to eat at the ballpark, which is a huge problem on a diet that doesn't allow garlic fries, footlong chili dogs and ice cream (gee - I wonder how I got in this weight gain predicament!?!) So, I took snacks...so many snacks that the lady at the bag check told me that she hoped me "and the children have a good time at the game!" Glad we don't have children yet - I wouldn't have shared my snacks. It was just watermelon, fat free kettle corn and bottles of water, but to me it's gold. Jared had beer - 2 pounds worth. On to another week....
Post #5 from my old life: weight loss adventures of July 1, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Seriously?
Breakfast at 4:45am, Workout #4 at 6am. We're up, we've eaten our huge power packed breakfast and we're ready for our ass kickin. We walk in the door to Adolphus saying "Good morning - you're not going to like me very much today." What did I say earlier? Adolphus is a very honest man.
Legs. Again. Except this time, we worked everything except the front of my legs. I learned one more thing about Adolphus today - he cannot count. When he's counting down from 20, at 7, he jumps back up to 12, sometimes 15. That's not fair. Isn't there something in the Constitution about cruel and unusual punishment? Anyway - he split us up today - Jared was all the way across the gym and we were doing completely different exercises. I can't tell whether he's (1) worried that Jared and I are competing against each other which could be unhealthy for our relationship or (2) that he's scared that we outnumber him and might take him down if he "mis-counts" again. Likely the latter. We both nearly threw up again. One word - intense.
So far, I'm not experiencing the same difficulties walking, sitting down (car, chair and/or toilet) as I was after our last leg workout - Good thing now that I'm drinking vanilla flavored dog crap with "digestive enzymes."
So far, my leg pain is not preventing me from wearing heels. I'm going to watch the last night of prelims at Miss Texas tonight for some motivation (and to watch Taylor, who was my teen when I was Miss Longview, as a beautiful accomplished young woman competing for Miss Texas!) Seriously, nothing makes you want to lose weight more than hanging out with old friends from the "pageant days" (and watching a bunch of skinny b*tches march across the stage in high heels and a swimsuit and remember when you used to be their size). Maybe this will re-motivate me since the scale is not doing the trick.
Legs. Again. Except this time, we worked everything except the front of my legs. I learned one more thing about Adolphus today - he cannot count. When he's counting down from 20, at 7, he jumps back up to 12, sometimes 15. That's not fair. Isn't there something in the Constitution about cruel and unusual punishment? Anyway - he split us up today - Jared was all the way across the gym and we were doing completely different exercises. I can't tell whether he's (1) worried that Jared and I are competing against each other which could be unhealthy for our relationship or (2) that he's scared that we outnumber him and might take him down if he "mis-counts" again. Likely the latter. We both nearly threw up again. One word - intense.
So far, I'm not experiencing the same difficulties walking, sitting down (car, chair and/or toilet) as I was after our last leg workout - Good thing now that I'm drinking vanilla flavored dog crap with "digestive enzymes."
So far, my leg pain is not preventing me from wearing heels. I'm going to watch the last night of prelims at Miss Texas tonight for some motivation (and to watch Taylor, who was my teen when I was Miss Longview, as a beautiful accomplished young woman competing for Miss Texas!) Seriously, nothing makes you want to lose weight more than hanging out with old friends from the "pageant days" (and watching a bunch of skinny b*tches march across the stage in high heels and a swimsuit and remember when you used to be their size). Maybe this will re-motivate me since the scale is not doing the trick.
Post #4 from my old life: weight loss adventures of June 30, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
"Digestive Enzymes"
As you see, we're experimenting with the protein shakes. We made the chocolate shake last night with milk (we can have 8oz of milk per day) and it was not too bad. From now on, I will listen to the meathead and not go off on my own in protein-land.
Jared noticed that the label on the vanilla shakes boasts "award winning taste." Compared to what? I don't want to know. We also noticed that the label states that this vanilla powdered crap contains "digestive enzymes." Super! We don't know what that is, but at least there's some benefit to drinking this awful stuff.
Wrong again. Approximately 2 hours after my morning vanilla shake yesterday, I discovered that Elite Nutrition LIES. Those vanilla shakes do NOT have an award winning taste and "digestive enzymes" is just a meathead way of saying "explosive doo-doo."
This is ridiculous. The fourth of July is on Saturday, we can have no hotdogs, no beer and no potato salad or apple pie. I believe this diet is unpatriotic, un-American and down right unconstitutional.
Maybe not. But the 4th is going to suck if we can't have beer and fried chicken, which we cannot. I'm scared Adolphus would hunt us down and make us swim across Grapevine Lake. Chicken breast and water it is. Bring on the fire works!
Jared noticed that the label on the vanilla shakes boasts "award winning taste." Compared to what? I don't want to know. We also noticed that the label states that this vanilla powdered crap contains "digestive enzymes." Super! We don't know what that is, but at least there's some benefit to drinking this awful stuff.
Wrong again. Approximately 2 hours after my morning vanilla shake yesterday, I discovered that Elite Nutrition LIES. Those vanilla shakes do NOT have an award winning taste and "digestive enzymes" is just a meathead way of saying "explosive doo-doo."
This is ridiculous. The fourth of July is on Saturday, we can have no hotdogs, no beer and no potato salad or apple pie. I believe this diet is unpatriotic, un-American and down right unconstitutional.
Maybe not. But the 4th is going to suck if we can't have beer and fried chicken, which we cannot. I'm scared Adolphus would hunt us down and make us swim across Grapevine Lake. Chicken breast and water it is. Bring on the fire works!
Post #3 from my old life: weight loss adventures of June 29, 2009
He took away our milkshakes...
I would comment on whoopin' #3, but it was arms, bicepts and chest, and after being dragged around my whole life by 1400 pound horses, I'm finding my upper body to be pretty strong (if I could just find the muscles under all of this fat!) Jared did not find it quite as easy, but I will not embarrass him by telling everyone that I held up better on the benchpress than he did - ooops!
The diet is a whole other story. During one of our 1 minute recovery breaks, I strolled over to the supply of whey protein for sale at the studio to compare our shakes (we needed to re-supply, so I wanted to make sure we were on the right track). BIG MISTAKE. Adolphus went with me and after the 5th degree regarding the calories and carbs in our current shakes, which tasted fabulously like milkshakes, he took them away.
After getting home and showering, we headed to the Vitamin Shoppe for our weekly protein shopping trip looking for something that's edible. We finally located who Jared lovingly calls the "Roided-out Meathead" who pointed us towards some yummy "chocolate truffle" flavored whey protein with 100 calories and ZERO carbs per shake. Adolphus would be proud. Then, I had the brilliant idea to just try the kind Adolphus was selling at the studio since he would certainly approve of those. Yet another BIG MISTAKE.
Sunday night, we finished the last of our yummy, yummy low-carb shakes and poured one out for our homey (i.e. the fun and tasty life we used to live). And, we tried the new chocolate truffle shakes. Not bad. They taste like chocolate milk that's on the verge of going sour. But, they're edible. Maybe we made good decisions...the vanilla can't be too much worse, right?
WRONG. On Monday, June 29, 2009 at approximately 10am, for the first time I tasted vanilla flavored dog shit. Within minutes, an email popped up from Jared regarding the disgusting shakes. I know Adolphus will tell us that he would "eat dirt" if it provided the proper nutrition, but he's talking to people who love food! Normal people would throw out these vanilla shakes, but not us....we're thrifty....we'll finish them out holding our noses and taking big gulps.
Has it only been one week??
The diet is a whole other story. During one of our 1 minute recovery breaks, I strolled over to the supply of whey protein for sale at the studio to compare our shakes (we needed to re-supply, so I wanted to make sure we were on the right track). BIG MISTAKE. Adolphus went with me and after the 5th degree regarding the calories and carbs in our current shakes, which tasted fabulously like milkshakes, he took them away.
After getting home and showering, we headed to the Vitamin Shoppe for our weekly protein shopping trip looking for something that's edible. We finally located who Jared lovingly calls the "Roided-out Meathead" who pointed us towards some yummy "chocolate truffle" flavored whey protein with 100 calories and ZERO carbs per shake. Adolphus would be proud. Then, I had the brilliant idea to just try the kind Adolphus was selling at the studio since he would certainly approve of those. Yet another BIG MISTAKE.
Sunday night, we finished the last of our yummy, yummy low-carb shakes and poured one out for our homey (i.e. the fun and tasty life we used to live). And, we tried the new chocolate truffle shakes. Not bad. They taste like chocolate milk that's on the verge of going sour. But, they're edible. Maybe we made good decisions...the vanilla can't be too much worse, right?
WRONG. On Monday, June 29, 2009 at approximately 10am, for the first time I tasted vanilla flavored dog shit. Within minutes, an email popped up from Jared regarding the disgusting shakes. I know Adolphus will tell us that he would "eat dirt" if it provided the proper nutrition, but he's talking to people who love food! Normal people would throw out these vanilla shakes, but not us....we're thrifty....we'll finish them out holding our noses and taking big gulps.
Has it only been one week??
Post #2 from my old life: weight loss adventures of June 24, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Whoopin #2
Who's idea was it to work out at 6am? Oh yeah, that was MY bright idea.
Today was back and tricepts. Not too bad other than the core work, which always kicks our butts. I found a lot of the exercises today to be similar to riding, so I'm pretty strong there. The ab work this morning was a pilates type stretch out body on ground and then crunch (holding a bar) - Jared was hilarious trying to get coordinated on those exercises - We were on the ground with our feet facing each other. When I lifted up for the crunches, all I could see was him rolling around trying to find his balance and his feet were flailing around. He got it, though, and we're on our way to our six-pack (abs, not beer, yet). My abs are sore and neck is sore (just the muscle that connects it to my shoulders!), but the rest of me feels ok right now - I'll see if I'm still feeling "ok" on Friday.
The hard part this morning was breakfast at 4:45am before our 6am workout. I think we need to get up earlier - I still nearly threw up after about 30 min of the workout. This is really intense.
Before we left, in case he hadn't whooped us enough, we found out our weight and body fat percentage. I have the body fat count of an out of shape 60 year old. Seriously? Seven years ago this week, I was prancing around on a stage in Fort Worth in a swimsuit. I've gone from 24 to 60 in 7 years?? Dog years?? Nice. Now I'm sore and have low self esteem. I'm glad Adolphus is enjoying himself.
Today was back and tricepts. Not too bad other than the core work, which always kicks our butts. I found a lot of the exercises today to be similar to riding, so I'm pretty strong there. The ab work this morning was a pilates type stretch out body on ground and then crunch (holding a bar) - Jared was hilarious trying to get coordinated on those exercises - We were on the ground with our feet facing each other. When I lifted up for the crunches, all I could see was him rolling around trying to find his balance and his feet were flailing around. He got it, though, and we're on our way to our six-pack (abs, not beer, yet). My abs are sore and neck is sore (just the muscle that connects it to my shoulders!), but the rest of me feels ok right now - I'll see if I'm still feeling "ok" on Friday.
The hard part this morning was breakfast at 4:45am before our 6am workout. I think we need to get up earlier - I still nearly threw up after about 30 min of the workout. This is really intense.
Before we left, in case he hadn't whooped us enough, we found out our weight and body fat percentage. I have the body fat count of an out of shape 60 year old. Seriously? Seven years ago this week, I was prancing around on a stage in Fort Worth in a swimsuit. I've gone from 24 to 60 in 7 years?? Dog years?? Nice. Now I'm sore and have low self esteem. I'm glad Adolphus is enjoying himself.
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