May 07, 2005

A Friendly Competition

I’m in a competition. For weight loss. With my blog daughter, VW. Now I have no issues with that. Really. We figured we’d put it on our blogs just to carry on a bit and add a source of accountability.

What I didn’t count on is that she expected we would have to post our weight. Her rule. Blech. That starts tomorrow. Please keep in mind, when we start throwing out numbers here, I am NOT a big person. I stand 5'2" and I am considered small framed.

I have 15 pounds I WILL lose and 20 pounds I’d like to lose. I started last week and to see the advantages I have over her vs. what she has going for her… go to her POST, where she laid it all out.

I started losing this week, as y’all know. I’ve spent a good portion of the week asking myself how in the hell I gained 15 pounds in nearly 2 years. That’s a lot of weight to gain in that amount of time.

If you’re interested in how I got where I am, read it in the extended entry. I’m including pix in the extended entry… old pix I’ve posted before, so they’re all image shack. No surprises to my old readers. Well, except one.

Two years ago last June, I was 4 pounds off my goal. I was training, in some way, almost 10 hours a week. I had Karate for 5 hours, plus I was cycling, running or swimming for another 2-3 hours, then I had my strength training for an hour a week. I could eat just about anything I wanted. I was very fit and very toned, just in time for my 20 year high school reunion, although that was not my total motivation. I was training for my brown belt in Karate, which I received.

But around mid-June, I received my first sports injury. I wasn’t sure exactly what occurred, but upon visiting an internist he said he thought I had a light tear in my Achilles. His response was, “What are you doing? WHY are you training so hard?” I had no answer for him. I just was. I felt great and those who know me know… I am an endorphin junky. I don’t drink. I don’t do drugs. But… I am an endorphin junky. I never thought much more about his question; I just wanted myself healed.

I did everything he said and after 6 weeks, went back. I switched all my running to swimming a couple miles a day. I was doing anything I could think of to stay off the foot, with the exception of quitting Karate. I just dropped it down a bit, from 5-6 hours down to 3.

It worked for the most part, but the pain was moving and I was sent to a podiatrist, who told me, I had a bursitis. That was good news as far as I could tell. My arches were also falling… and so was the quantity of time I was training. Now I was training Karate 3 hours a week… with everything for a total of 5-6 hours. I was still eating at 8-9 hours of training. Over the next year, I gained 5 -7 pounds.

I never picked up my training again like I was. I was no longer motivated. I made 2nd brown belt, but there was much in fighting in my dojo… dojo drama. I was trying to stay above the fray, but my Sensei’s wife was this lunatic and I started to become less and less motivated. I also injured my rotator cuff.

September came, we got nailed by two hurricanes and for the entire month, I didn’t train. At all. The gym was closed and we were all in survival mode. I picked back up in October… Karate 2X a week and with everything, I was probably averaging 3-4 hours… while still eating at 8-9. It increased my weight gain to 10 lbs total.

This is around that time. (Gotta love those sexy boots, huh? Side note... do not buy black rubber boots if you live in Florida for hurricane clean up. Your feet burn up.)

End of February, my dojo closed. Thank God. It was the best thing that could have happened to me. They were sucking the life out of me, the perpetual dojo drama. I hated going. I didn’t find another dojo, I’m burned out on Karate and anything having to do with it, after three years of training, I’d rather own a gun. And… additional bonus, my rotator cuff is significantly better.

If you remember, Feb and March were high stress times for me. I was all about getting through hour by hour. With my dojo closed, I was getting no cardio other than an hour or two at the gym, a total of MAYBE 2-3 hours a week doing anything at all. I took up carbs and chocolate instead.

Say hello to another 5 lbs.

So, that’s how I ended up at 15 over. I need to take it off, but my attitude is different now. It is not about cardio. It is about eating right and cardio happens to be good for my heart.

This is at 13 lbs over. I hate this picture.
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At my peak performance 2 years ago, I was wearing a size 2-4, resting pulse was 55, bp was 90/60 and cholesterol was 148. I was bench pressing 100 lbs, leg pressing 200 and my physical endurance was nearing it's peak.

Now… I just want to be comfortable in my clothes… size 2-4. I’ve laid off the bench pressing because of my rotator cuff. I do a lot of bands for my shoulders. I’m leg pressing around 250, but I don’t have big hulky man legs. I’ve been blessed with nice lean gams, courtesy of my Mom’s side of the family. Taking the 15 pounds off will show the muscle definition.

My waist is gone. Period. I am shaped like a tube and it is what it is. Three kids made sure I don’t have that hour glass shape. Well, that and the fact I’m a small chested woman. I’ve made peace with the fact I’m not shaped like the 19 year old sylph women you see in the mags. I’m cool. I’ve made peace with the fact my stomach will never be flat and I will never have more than a 4 pack.

I’m a 39 year old mother of 3. I have a woman’s body. I just want to be fit, healthy, and fit in my clothes.

Tomorrows Post… The Competition Begins.

Posted by Boudicca at May 7, 2005 10:29 PM
Comments

I'm not going to piss you off by saying you are insane! Your last picture shows nothing of what you speak of!

But, I know how you feel, x200, so I fully support you :-)

Posted by: Sissy at May 8, 2005 12:34 AM

Hello it is the anti-sylph here saying.....whatever I do not see it either. Good luck.

Posted by: ArmyWifeToddlerMom at May 8, 2005 01:01 AM

She hides it well. Better than I do! But to set the record straight... when we walked out of the restaurant, BOU SUGGESTED we post our weights. I was surprised but agreed with it. I think she had a momentary brain fart and thought I suggested it. Nope, wasn't me! But once she suggested it, I realized it was a good idea and wouldn't let it go. I wish you the best of luck Bou. Though, I think you will do much better than me!

Posted by: vw bug at May 8, 2005 07:27 AM

Oh, which doesn't mean I won't give you a run for your money! For Mother's day, my kids bought me running shoes! You are in trouble now!

Posted by: vw bug at May 8, 2005 07:28 AM

VW is right, I hide it well. Even she admitted to met yesterday it was time for me to do something.

VW... NO! I said Anita posted it on HER blog, but then I said I thought that was rather gutsy.

Posted by: Boudicca at May 8, 2005 10:25 AM

Those *are* some sexy boots! Rawr!

Posted by: S at May 8, 2005 11:04 AM

Pssst, Bou! Don't open any packages from Florida!

Posted by: Sally at May 8, 2005 12:48 PM

As long as it includes lots of pictures, I support this competition 100% :-)

Posted by: Harvey at May 8, 2005 12:53 PM

And remember, the only way we can *really* tell how you're progressing is through skimpy bikini shots! ;)

Posted by: S at May 8, 2005 07:42 PM

S... No skimpy bikini pix! Blech. Even when I lose the weight, I don't have the bod. Man, don't y'all forget I had three kids. My bod is like an old crumpled up paper bag. Not pretty...

Posted by: Boudicca at May 8, 2005 10:44 PM

Better plan on loosing five or so extra. When you get to Atlanta there's going to be some fattening up.

Ever have corn pone? ;-)

Posted by: Jim at May 9, 2005 01:16 PM