SO working out is great. I always feel so awesome afterwards. But man, give it about 10 hours, and suddenly, seemingly simple actions become increasingly difficult. I have made a list of just a few things that I have had major issues doing since finishing 3 Insanity Workouts.
-Driving Manual. I have an adorable, orange Chevey Aveo. I love it so much, and one of the things that I love most about it is that it is stick shift. But Holy Canoli, have you tried to shift after Shaun T has ripped your quads to shreds? Well let me tell you, it isn't that enjoyable.
-Doing My Hair. I've done more push ups in the last 3 days than in the last 3 years and my arms are feeling it. Lifting my arms to brush and style my hair is a painful process I didn't foresee when I started my workout plan.
-Climbing The Stairs. My poor husband. I didn't think he knew he would become my official runner once my workouts started. But honestly, I can only handle going up and down the stairs once a day. So a big thank you to my sweet husband for always running up and down for me!
-Laughing. Oh my abs. Sore tummy muscles make many many things hard, but laughing is such a funny one. I'll be laughing, then it will just kinda turn into a whimper because it hurts, but then I feel pathetic so I start laughing more. Haha, it's so hilarious.
-More Workouts. I seriously have the hardest time getting myself to work out while i'm already so sore, but I just push through it, and then the next day I am even MORE sore! HA! But I figure that in a few weeks i will start to become accustom to the pain, and I will be getting stronger and stronger!
I already find myself craving the workouts. I love the sense of accomplishment I feel when I am finished with a work out and I am lying on the floor feeling like i might die. it's super awesome. I am changing myself. Me and me alone. I can't rely on someone else to do the work for me. If i want to see changes, I have to do the work. I am becoming more confident and more aware of myself and I can't wait to see where everything goes from here.
Here's to many more workouts and even more sore muscles!
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Insanity Week 1
Well, I think I have completely lost my mind. In other words, I've gone insane.
Let me explain. So for the last few months, as many of you already know, I have been following the Weight Watchers program. It is amazing, and I will always always recommend it. It has helped me become more aware of portions, and the nutritional value of things. This reform to my everyday eating habits has been nothing but beneficial. I don't hesitate at restaurants or the grocery store when I am picking something out to eat, and I believe that that is a prime indicator of whether you are on a diet, or if you have changed your lifestyle. Before, when I would be on "diets", I would only get a salad, because I wouldn't trust myself to order a chicken sandwich and substitute the fries out for veggies. But now, I know what my body needs, and i understand that I am not confined to only having rabbit food with the dressing on the side.
In the first 2 months of being on Weight Watchers I have lost 17 pounds. And it has been the most amazing feeling. Here is a little before and after action for ya.
Alrighty, So I don't know if you can see it, But I see in INCREDIBLE difference. I'm appalled that I ever let myself get as heavy as I was, but I am proud of myself, and all the hard work that I have put in to get to where I am today. And as happy as I am, I would love to still lose another 30 ish pounds. I know that seems extreme. And by no means do I base my success off of a number on the scale or the number on the tag of my jeans. I believe that being happy and healthy and a kind human being is the most important thing. But I would like to see myself push myself farther than I have ever gone before.
For this reason I have decided to start the Insanity program. * nervous gulp*
If you have no idea what insanity is (or even if you do, but want a refreshing look as what kinds of hell i plan to put myself through) watch this.
I just finished my first Fit Test... and it was miserable. BUT! I did finish, and I believe that I can keep it and improve immensely.
They suggest to keep a public log of your progress so as to stay motivated (and humiliated)
So... Here is my starting picture. (no judging)
And here are my week 1 Fit Test Numbers
Switch Kicks-56
Power Jack-35
Power Knee-53
Power Jump-11
Globe Jump-6
Suicides-8
Push Up Jack-4
Low Plank Oblique-21
So there you have it. I'm insane, and I want to see more results based on honest to goodness hard work. I'm excited to keep tracking my progress, and I will definitely be checking in next week :)
Let me explain. So for the last few months, as many of you already know, I have been following the Weight Watchers program. It is amazing, and I will always always recommend it. It has helped me become more aware of portions, and the nutritional value of things. This reform to my everyday eating habits has been nothing but beneficial. I don't hesitate at restaurants or the grocery store when I am picking something out to eat, and I believe that that is a prime indicator of whether you are on a diet, or if you have changed your lifestyle. Before, when I would be on "diets", I would only get a salad, because I wouldn't trust myself to order a chicken sandwich and substitute the fries out for veggies. But now, I know what my body needs, and i understand that I am not confined to only having rabbit food with the dressing on the side.
In the first 2 months of being on Weight Watchers I have lost 17 pounds. And it has been the most amazing feeling. Here is a little before and after action for ya.
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| October 2012 |
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| November 2012 |
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| April 2013 |
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| May 2013 |
Alrighty, So I don't know if you can see it, But I see in INCREDIBLE difference. I'm appalled that I ever let myself get as heavy as I was, but I am proud of myself, and all the hard work that I have put in to get to where I am today. And as happy as I am, I would love to still lose another 30 ish pounds. I know that seems extreme. And by no means do I base my success off of a number on the scale or the number on the tag of my jeans. I believe that being happy and healthy and a kind human being is the most important thing. But I would like to see myself push myself farther than I have ever gone before.
For this reason I have decided to start the Insanity program. * nervous gulp*
If you have no idea what insanity is (or even if you do, but want a refreshing look as what kinds of hell i plan to put myself through) watch this.
I just finished my first Fit Test... and it was miserable. BUT! I did finish, and I believe that I can keep it and improve immensely.
They suggest to keep a public log of your progress so as to stay motivated (and humiliated)
So... Here is my starting picture. (no judging)
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| Insanity Day 1 [May 18,2013] |
Switch Kicks-56
Power Jack-35
Power Knee-53
Power Jump-11
Globe Jump-6
Suicides-8
Push Up Jack-4
Low Plank Oblique-21
So there you have it. I'm insane, and I want to see more results based on honest to goodness hard work. I'm excited to keep tracking my progress, and I will definitely be checking in next week :)
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Diary of a Primary Chorister
A few months ago I was called into the Bishop's office and was asked if I would be willing to accept the calling of Primary Chorister. My heart started beating really fast, and I wanted to say no. But I took a deep breath and instead replied that I would be happy to. I held back the tears until I got out to the car with Alex, and then I let out all the fear, and frustration and anxiety. I cried and told my sweet husband that I didn't believe I was cut out for something like this. Sure, I am musical. Sure, I like kids. But combine the two? It wasn't quite the calling I was hoping for.
I prayed for guidance, patience, and an ability to teach those precious souls in the best way possible. I prepared my first lesson, and walked into that primary room Sunday Morning with sweaty palms and a racing heart. The kids were wonderful, and eager to learn and I left that day feeling a bit better about this whole situation.
From then on, things only got better. I remembered more kids names, I understood the schedule a bit better, and I didn't feel like I was going to throw up, so that was a plus.
And then last week happened.
I planned a fun coin toss game. Basic premise: Choose a child to come and toss the coin. Heads we sing a song, Tails we did an activity to get the wiggles out. Easy enough.
The first hour, junior primary, things went great. It was a pretty normal day and I really felt the kids were learning the songs extremely well. Senior Primary filed in an hour later, and I was ready to do the same activities as I did with the little kids. All was fine and dandy, until we did an activity that got a little to rowdy. Asking forty 8-11 year olds to do 10 jumping jacks is a little insane. I laughed it off and they calmed back down so that we could sing another song. When it came time to do another activity (singing Jesus Wants me For A Sunbeam) I was wary about the reverence level, but let them sing the song anyway. That's when I see one teacher sitting the front row rolling her eyes and mouthing the words, "Oh My GOSH." I was a little taken aback, but didn't think much of it until another teacher sitting straight up says, "I can't believe you are letting them do this. It's SO irreverent."
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Immediately I revert back to feeling insecure and lousy. I don't feel like I can do this calling. I stand up in front of all of these children and I try to hold back the tears. We manage to finish the lesson without having to do any more wiggle activities, and I quickly gather my things and bolt outside where the tear promptly begin to fall. I'm hyperventilating and freaking out, and that's when the primary president runs out after me to ask what is wrong. I'm still in tears and i try to explain with the most tact possible, how this sister in primary had extremely hurt my feelings and made me feel like I shouldn't be up these teaching the children. I told her how I felt like everyone was still treating me like a Young Woman instead of an equal. I told her how I easily let my feelings get hurt, and how terrible I am at hiding it. I told her how now it will be hard to hold me head high while that sister is in Primary. I explained how now I am at a loss for how to teach these children in a way that will please everyone, especially the Lord.
Luckily, our Primary president is an angel, and she reassured me that I am indeed capable, and that i can't let someone else criticize me and belittle me when I am, in fact, doing a good job.
I'm still a little hurt and apprehensive for next week when I will have to face this sister again in primary. But I am determined to learn from this experience and use it improve my understanding of other people's opinions. I am constantly trying to take less offense from the things that people around me say, and this is just another place I can practice this.
I believe that the Lord called me to Primary for a reason, and I do know that I will have an impact on those children's lives. I love being able to teach those children the simple principles of the gospel through music, and being able to bare my testimony to them every week.
I'm grateful for the power of prayer and the ability I have to cry out to my Heavenly Father and ask for his help in this learning process. I'm thankful for a loving husband who encourages me, believes in me and reassures me that I am enough.
I prayed for guidance, patience, and an ability to teach those precious souls in the best way possible. I prepared my first lesson, and walked into that primary room Sunday Morning with sweaty palms and a racing heart. The kids were wonderful, and eager to learn and I left that day feeling a bit better about this whole situation.
From then on, things only got better. I remembered more kids names, I understood the schedule a bit better, and I didn't feel like I was going to throw up, so that was a plus.
And then last week happened.
I planned a fun coin toss game. Basic premise: Choose a child to come and toss the coin. Heads we sing a song, Tails we did an activity to get the wiggles out. Easy enough.
The first hour, junior primary, things went great. It was a pretty normal day and I really felt the kids were learning the songs extremely well. Senior Primary filed in an hour later, and I was ready to do the same activities as I did with the little kids. All was fine and dandy, until we did an activity that got a little to rowdy. Asking forty 8-11 year olds to do 10 jumping jacks is a little insane. I laughed it off and they calmed back down so that we could sing another song. When it came time to do another activity (singing Jesus Wants me For A Sunbeam) I was wary about the reverence level, but let them sing the song anyway. That's when I see one teacher sitting the front row rolling her eyes and mouthing the words, "Oh My GOSH." I was a little taken aback, but didn't think much of it until another teacher sitting straight up says, "I can't believe you are letting them do this. It's SO irreverent."
...
Immediately I revert back to feeling insecure and lousy. I don't feel like I can do this calling. I stand up in front of all of these children and I try to hold back the tears. We manage to finish the lesson without having to do any more wiggle activities, and I quickly gather my things and bolt outside where the tear promptly begin to fall. I'm hyperventilating and freaking out, and that's when the primary president runs out after me to ask what is wrong. I'm still in tears and i try to explain with the most tact possible, how this sister in primary had extremely hurt my feelings and made me feel like I shouldn't be up these teaching the children. I told her how I felt like everyone was still treating me like a Young Woman instead of an equal. I told her how I easily let my feelings get hurt, and how terrible I am at hiding it. I told her how now it will be hard to hold me head high while that sister is in Primary. I explained how now I am at a loss for how to teach these children in a way that will please everyone, especially the Lord.
Luckily, our Primary president is an angel, and she reassured me that I am indeed capable, and that i can't let someone else criticize me and belittle me when I am, in fact, doing a good job.
I'm still a little hurt and apprehensive for next week when I will have to face this sister again in primary. But I am determined to learn from this experience and use it improve my understanding of other people's opinions. I am constantly trying to take less offense from the things that people around me say, and this is just another place I can practice this.
I believe that the Lord called me to Primary for a reason, and I do know that I will have an impact on those children's lives. I love being able to teach those children the simple principles of the gospel through music, and being able to bare my testimony to them every week.
I'm grateful for the power of prayer and the ability I have to cry out to my Heavenly Father and ask for his help in this learning process. I'm thankful for a loving husband who encourages me, believes in me and reassures me that I am enough.
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