Here is what my workout schedule looked like before last week.
Monday- get up at 430 am so I can do a 30-40 minute run before a 45 minute endurance strength training class
Tuesday- get up at 545 to do cardio and lift weights before work
Wednesday- get up at 430 for a 30 minute interval run before a 45 minute TRX class
Thursday- get up at 545 to do cardio and lift weights before work
Friday- get up at 545 to do a 30 minute run
On the weekends I try and run one day. I usually do at least 3 miles if I'm not running in a 5k. I take the other day as my rest day.
Last week, I hit a wall on Thursday. I got out of bed and was...exhausted isn't even a strong enough word for it. My muscles were sore from the TRX class the day before, but they were also just done. I did something I haven't done in over a year. I didn't even take my gym bag to work with me. As the day went on it occurred to me what the problem was. I was training way to hard and not fueling my body properly. I eat pretty low carb in my day to day life. That day I sat down and had some chips (I know not the best source of fuel) and some other carbs along with some food, I started feeling much better. Instead of taking that night off and resting completely, I went on a 2 mile walk because I felt so much better. I then resumed my normal gym schedule on Friday and then added another 2 mile walk because I had some thin crust pizza at lunch and dinner (because I had a 5k on Saturday)
What's the point of all of that you may ask? I'm considerably overweight, have been pretty much my whole life to varying degrees. About 2 years ago within a month span I put on 20 pounds. The doctor told me eat less and move more. So I did that. The weight wouldn't come off. Go see a nutritionist she said. I did that. Eat less and move more. So I did that some more. The weight wouldn't come off. You see the pattern? I was put on an appetite suppressant. That didn't work. I was put on another medication. That didn't work. I showed the doctors, the dietitians, the nurses, the fitness trainers my food log, my exercise log. Here are some of the things I was told:
You want to run a 5k? I hope your knees hold up.
So, do you have a portion control problem then?
Sometimes you need to really turn up the intensity on your exercise.
To lose weight you really need to watch what you eat.
Just keep doing what you are doing, eventually it will come off.
I have endured countless appointments where they take what I tell them I am doing for exercise and lower it on their report. If I say I workout 5 days a week for 45-60 minutes a day they put 3 days a week for 30-45 minutes a day. I have heard the pregnant pauses as they stare at me when I tell them what I eat. What I have learned from all this? It's my fault. Something I have done made me fat and something I am doing now is keeping me fat. It doesn't matter how many times I tell "them" that I really, truly feel like I am doing enough and eating correctly that weight should be falling off...but yet it is not. So...it must be something I am doing.
So, thats why last Thursday when I woke up feeling miserable because I'm doing too much on too little, I still went for a walk. That's why every single time I want a day off or a cookie I ignore it. I mean, how else can I march into that appointment and say that I am doing literally everything I can only to have not a lot to show for it. That's why tonight after doing my endurance strength training class first thing in the morning, after work, I jogged 5 miles.
At this point I am so confused on what it means to be healthy. I'm not sure what a healthy diet looks like. I have been told nearly my entire life if you want to lose weight you eat 1200 calories a day. My dietitian recommends about 500 calories more than that for me because I'm so active *eye roll*. I'm not sure what a healthy workout regimen looks like. How many days should I work out? The more the better right?
Monday, April 13, 2015
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Kiki Danger does and does not believe
My life is surreal right now. If you had told me a year ago, five years ago, even 10 years ago, that I would be arranging my life around running days, group runs, 5k races and that I would be making any comments on major league baseball I would have spit in your face and called you a no good, waste-about liar.
But in the words of Bob Dylan "Times they are a-chhhhhhhhaaaaaangin" Last year the boys in blue, the hometown team, the boys of summer, the freaking Kansas City Royals brought it like a BOSS. Heck ya! Fist bump, chest bump, thigh bump, everything bump.
I'm not a sports person. I pretty much loathe any sports talk. Nothing will get my rolling my eyes quicker than talking about who scored what, where. I have some deep seated childhood scars (so what if I'm too short to play volleyball, I had the heart, I could have been a contender) regarding sports.
Going to a Royals game was a less than once a year outing. Usually when we would get free tickets in the nosebleed section we would make the trip out there.
Last year the Royals surprised everyone, they turned the city into believers, gave us hope, unified us. The whole city was alive and blue. I remember walking in the supermarket right before the World Series started and nearly every single person had blue on. It was a beautiful sight. It turned this ole cynical heart to mush.
So call me a sell out, a pushover, a fanboy, what you will...I love baseball season. I will be glued to my screen (both TV and computer) for as many of the 162 games as I can.
PS. I almost always use things like "like a boss" ironically...except in the case of the royals...hell I would even high five a stranger on the street over a great royals play
PPS. Running is going great. Next 5k is this Saturday. 4 months, 4 5ks.
PPSS. Despite all the haters I "does" believe in the magic of the Royals this year.
But in the words of Bob Dylan "Times they are a-chhhhhhhhaaaaaangin" Last year the boys in blue, the hometown team, the boys of summer, the freaking Kansas City Royals brought it like a BOSS. Heck ya! Fist bump, chest bump, thigh bump, everything bump.
I'm not a sports person. I pretty much loathe any sports talk. Nothing will get my rolling my eyes quicker than talking about who scored what, where. I have some deep seated childhood scars (so what if I'm too short to play volleyball, I had the heart, I could have been a contender) regarding sports.
Going to a Royals game was a less than once a year outing. Usually when we would get free tickets in the nosebleed section we would make the trip out there.
Last year the Royals surprised everyone, they turned the city into believers, gave us hope, unified us. The whole city was alive and blue. I remember walking in the supermarket right before the World Series started and nearly every single person had blue on. It was a beautiful sight. It turned this ole cynical heart to mush.
So call me a sell out, a pushover, a fanboy, what you will...I love baseball season. I will be glued to my screen (both TV and computer) for as many of the 162 games as I can.
PS. I almost always use things like "like a boss" ironically...except in the case of the royals...hell I would even high five a stranger on the street over a great royals play
PPS. Running is going great. Next 5k is this Saturday. 4 months, 4 5ks.
PPSS. Despite all the haters I "does" believe in the magic of the Royals this year.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Kiki Danger does...nothing
2 hours at the gym.....
Yep, that's all. That is what I've accomplished for today. I'll get to the punchline...it's been that way for probably close to a month. We are in what they call a "transition time". Apparently that also means "come to work and dreamscape".So, I sit here day after day. My home life hasn't been any more exciting. Mr. Danger has had an intense schedule at school that has resulted in early mornings, late evenings, and sleep, for everyone, including the Danger-ettes. So its been rinse, lather and repeat at the Danger household.
I don't want to keep my adoring public (all two of you) waiting.So, here are 10 "interesting" facts about me:
Yep, that's all. That is what I've accomplished for today. I'll get to the punchline...it's been that way for probably close to a month. We are in what they call a "transition time". Apparently that also means "come to work and dreamscape".
I don't want to keep my adoring public (all two of you) waiting.
1. I use "so" a LOT. I have tried to self edit out of previous posts, but as you can see in this one, I will put so in front of nearly every sentence. It's probably my favorite transition word so...
2. I love using the ellipsis...I love it so much that I won't edit myself on that. I could probably put it in every sentence I ever write...ever. I think every sentence can be improved by a well placed...pause. I love it so much that I have contemplated getting an ellipsis tattooed on me. I have had several people tell me this is dumb...including Mr. Danger.
2. I love using the ellipsis...I love it so much that I won't edit myself on that. I could probably put it in every sentence I ever write...ever. I think every sentence can be improved by a well placed...pause. I love it so much that I have contemplated getting an ellipsis tattooed on me. I have had several people tell me this is dumb...including Mr. Danger.
3. I go full on rage when I see someone leave their grocery cart outside of the wrangler. Seriously, if you can put it up on a curb, you can walk your lazy ass over to the god damn wrangler. It's not fucking rocket science. I once tried to wrangle carts at Costco due to lazy jackasses...however, their carts are super heavy, and even more so when you try and wrangle multiples at a time. I'll just say this, that Honda I hit didn't have any noticeable damage.
4. I still know all the words to the Beastie Boys Paul Revere. When it comes on I will crank it up and sing a-long. I love singing the words to any songs I know. I try and sing out loud when I'm at the gym on the treadmill. I have an awful voice and I don't care.
5. Until this year I could not spell restaurant with out spell check helping me out. I was fine with the "rest" part after that I would just putting random vowels together until it looked close enough, hit the space bar to get the squiggly red line and then fixed it.
6. I hate click-bait stories on the internet. Any story that begins with "You thought he was going to tie a knot with the string, but you have no clue what happens next, it's amazing and beautiful" I refuse to click on, no matter how much I want to know WHAT IN THE LOVE OF GOD HAPPENS WITH THE STRING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
7. I love spreadsheets. Specifically excel spreadsheets. I get a little bit giddy when its time to redo the Danger budget each year. I'm not even that good at it. I don't really know advanced formulas or anything. I just love the sum feature and making things different colors.
8. Mr. Danger and I have been playing a 16 year long train game. The game goes like this...if you drive under train tracks with a train going over it and you don't hold the roof up and the other person does they get a point. The highlight of this game was when I got 3, yes 3, points in ONE DAY. You know the odds of that?? It's crazy high I'm sure. At one point I was up by like 10 points. I went through a very very bad train game time after the kids we born....where he actually evened the score. It was 0-0 for a long time. I've finally recovered and am +1 again. The best part of getting a point is the gloating you get to do afterwards.
9. I have 12 closed piercings, I'll let you guess where they were.
10. I once gave myself a hickey on my chin by seeing how long I could stand a drinking cup suctioned to it. Turns out, I can leave it on for hours and hours. High school was uncomfortable for me because of things like this.
Friday, February 6, 2015
Kiki Danger does...Things to the Max.
Last time I left you I was boohooing about my legs and their stupid shin splints and how I really needed to take things a bit more easily.
Well, since then I decided to says balls on that and go in the exact opposite direction. I decided I'm going to do a 5k every month for the year. I decided to join the challenge 2,015 miles in 2015. You can join here. I got actual running shoes, that don't bruise the crap out of the tips of my toes. I got some sweet running socks and even actual running pants.
My first 5k went almost as good as I had hoped. I got a wicked stitch in my side right around the second mile that forced me to walk about a quarter of a mile, which I will blame for me finishing about 2 minutes slower than I wanted to. But, I felt really good after I finished. So good, I immediately went home andscarfed down all the food in the house signed up for my second 5k of the year. Which just happened to be the following weekend.
In my part of the country winter is winter, usually cold weather and snow sometimes ice. When I signed up for my second 5k that was going to be on superbowl Sunday at the stadiums, the weather report was calling for 40's and sunny skies. I watched with growing horror every day as the weather report got worse and worse. From 40s to 30s to high of 31 to snow to wind, gusts up to 28mph and snow....
I had mentally and physically prepared myself for snow and cold. Anyone who knows me knows that the cold turns me into awhiny bitch more of a whiny bitch than I am in my everyday life. I have been know to make a low growl from the second I go out in the cold to the second I get warm again. So, this run was going to be all about mind over matter. When I opened the garage door to leave for the run...it was POURING down rain. And it was so cold that the rain was slushing up everywhere. I wanted to cry. I wanted to go back inside. I considered getting a trash bag to run in.
As luck would have it the closer I got to the stadiums the less it was raining. I won't lie and say the rain cleared the sun came out and it was a perfect 50 degree running day. No, I got a little bit of all the weathers. Rain, sleet, snow, wind. But, more importantly I did it. I made it through, in fact I enjoyed it a little bit and I cut 1 minute 9 seconds off my time from the week before.
My first 5k went almost as good as I had hoped. I got a wicked stitch in my side right around the second mile that forced me to walk about a quarter of a mile, which I will blame for me finishing about 2 minutes slower than I wanted to. But, I felt really good after I finished. So good, I immediately went home and
In my part of the country winter is winter, usually cold weather and snow sometimes ice. When I signed up for my second 5k that was going to be on superbowl Sunday at the stadiums, the weather report was calling for 40's and sunny skies. I watched with growing horror every day as the weather report got worse and worse. From 40s to 30s to high of 31 to snow to wind, gusts up to 28mph and snow....
I had mentally and physically prepared myself for snow and cold. Anyone who knows me knows that the cold turns me into a
As luck would have it the closer I got to the stadiums the less it was raining. I won't lie and say the rain cleared the sun came out and it was a perfect 50 degree running day. No, I got a little bit of all the weathers. Rain, sleet, snow, wind. But, more importantly I did it. I made it through, in fact I enjoyed it a little bit and I cut 1 minute 9 seconds off my time from the week before.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Kiki Danger does...Shin Splints
So, I started a new job a year ago. My new job came with many perks. One of them being a kickass gym. I figured I may as well start going to this kickass gym. Which I did. I have been going pretty much everyday I am at work. With very few exceptions. It was painful at first. Oh...so...painful.
I started off simply enough. I just wanted to make it a habit. Somewhere along the line I picked up the whole "it takes 28 days to develop a habit" I made a deal with myself. I would go everyday that I was at work for 28 days, for at least 30 minutes and do whatever I could do that day. Some days it was enough to make me huff and puff, some days it wasn't. In the beginning making it through those 30 minutes was really challenging. I saved up all of my must see tv to watch then and only then (thank you Survivor!) I could only go about 2.5 mph on the treadmill before my legs would burn and cuss at me. But, somehow, someway I made it through all 28 days.
I felt so good about achieving that goal that I thought, "hey, let's see how many days I can string together"
All the life affirming gobblydeegook that has happened as a result of my new found dedication to the gym is something for another blog post....this one however is about something else that affirms life. Pain...mother loving crap balls pain. I won a free entry into a 5k from my job. The 5k is January 25th. Even though I have been going to the gym for a year and am in way better shape than I was, I am not a runner...never have been. As soon as I won the entry I decided to train using the "couch to 5k" system. I downloaded the app on my handy dandy smartphone. I didn't actually look at the app though, because that would be too easy. No, instead I convinced myself that the program was only 6 weeks. Because it was only 6 weeks, I didn't need to start really training until after the holidays. Since I had already been doing a fair amount of cardio work I figured I could start 3 weeks in and have 3 weeks of training and then a week to perfect my time and I would be good to go.
So, I set about my business. I jumped right in to week 3. Went great..easy peasy. At that point I decided to flip through the rest of the program see what is in store for me. Ha. Ha. Ha. Turns out the program is actually 8 weeks long. I decided...hey I'm super duper in good shape now...flip this program, I'll just start jogging as much as I can. So I did. It went really really great. I knocked like 2 minutes off my mile time. I was able to jog the whole 5k. Feeling good, feeling strong, I got a certain spring in my step...yeah yeah I'm a badass, what of it. I would work into a conversation at any given point "Oh yeah, I'm a little tired I just ran 3 miles" It was (and still is) a pretty big deal to me. I felt so good and so strong that I was jogging 3 days a week and still loving it...I was looking up things on running, like, how to tell when you can start running everyday. Then I decided to go for a jog outside.
All this time I had been training on the treadmill. Turns out, running outside is different than the treadmill. I made it through the run, it wasn't pretty, but I did it. Again, feeling totally badass. I went to bed confident, happy, pleased. Then I woke up a million times as the pain in my legs throbbed on. Crap balls! When I got out of bed in the morning all I thought was "Oh, flip" (only I didn't say flip) It hurt worse than the time I hit myself in the leg with a lead pipe to get out of work (also a different story.
So oh, woe is me. I have shin splints. My 5k is in less than 5 days. I was at the gym this morning and tried to just walk the whole 3.1 miles...but that doesn't feel like a workout to me. I walked 2 miles and then ended up doing short sprints to finish it out. I would like to say that I am going to take it easy until then, but I seriously doubt it.
I felt so good about achieving that goal that I thought, "hey, let's see how many days I can string together"
All the life affirming gobblydeegook that has happened as a result of my new found dedication to the gym is something for another blog post....this one however is about something else that affirms life. Pain...mother loving crap balls pain. I won a free entry into a 5k from my job. The 5k is January 25th. Even though I have been going to the gym for a year and am in way better shape than I was, I am not a runner...never have been. As soon as I won the entry I decided to train using the "couch to 5k" system. I downloaded the app on my handy dandy smartphone. I didn't actually look at the app though, because that would be too easy. No, instead I convinced myself that the program was only 6 weeks. Because it was only 6 weeks, I didn't need to start really training until after the holidays. Since I had already been doing a fair amount of cardio work I figured I could start 3 weeks in and have 3 weeks of training and then a week to perfect my time and I would be good to go.
So, I set about my business. I jumped right in to week 3. Went great..easy peasy. At that point I decided to flip through the rest of the program see what is in store for me. Ha. Ha. Ha. Turns out the program is actually 8 weeks long. I decided...hey I'm super duper in good shape now...flip this program, I'll just start jogging as much as I can. So I did. It went really really great. I knocked like 2 minutes off my mile time. I was able to jog the whole 5k. Feeling good, feeling strong, I got a certain spring in my step...yeah yeah I'm a badass, what of it. I would work into a conversation at any given point "Oh yeah, I'm a little tired I just ran 3 miles" It was (and still is) a pretty big deal to me. I felt so good and so strong that I was jogging 3 days a week and still loving it...I was looking up things on running, like, how to tell when you can start running everyday. Then I decided to go for a jog outside.
All this time I had been training on the treadmill. Turns out, running outside is different than the treadmill. I made it through the run, it wasn't pretty, but I did it. Again, feeling totally badass. I went to bed confident, happy, pleased. Then I woke up a million times as the pain in my legs throbbed on. Crap balls! When I got out of bed in the morning all I thought was "Oh, flip" (only I didn't say flip) It hurt worse than the time I hit myself in the leg with a lead pipe to get out of work (also a different story.
So oh, woe is me. I have shin splints. My 5k is in less than 5 days. I was at the gym this morning and tried to just walk the whole 3.1 miles...but that doesn't feel like a workout to me. I walked 2 miles and then ended up doing short sprints to finish it out. I would like to say that I am going to take it easy until then, but I seriously doubt it.
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