Sunday, January 5, 2014

I Lived Through The Ten Day Cleanse

I will be posting some of this directly to Facebook this week because I know it is sometimes hard to slow down long enough to read a long blog. 

I have been on the Advocare 10 Day is day 9. This is not the first time I have done the cleanse, but this is the first time I was really "all in". Let me stop now and say that I am not a distributor and I am sure there are lots of great cleanses out there. I picked Advocare because it was easy because everything was in one box and I know people who sell it. Also let me say, the drink is not as horrible as everyone thinks. I put mine (which was the Citrus flavor) in 4 oz of Trop 50 Orange Juice and 4 oz of water and drink it fast. 

The main reason I wanted to do the cleanse was to clean up my eating and stop drinking Diet Dr Pepper. I have read how awful aspartame is for you and knew I was consuming way too much per day (I will not even admit how much I drank per day). I have not had to work during the first 9 days of the cleanse. I don't know if that was good or bad.  I am a stress eater so I know when I go back to work tomorrow, there will be plenty of stress triggers. 

Okay, because I am real, I will tell you how things really worked. The first several days were tough. No bread, no dairy, no added sugar, no processed foods, and NO Diet Dr. Pepper. I tried to eat mostly protien and vegatables. My head hurt and I was hungry (or maybe just bored). I was not in a good mood!  I made it to bootcamp, but I did not do much else. I was craving everything in sight those first couple of days and sometimes I gave in. I ate the last of the Nutella during the first three days, but I did not buy more. Nutella and Diet Dr Pepper seem to be my kryptonites.  I did have one Coke during the 10 days (it was not a Diet Dr Pepper so I called it a win!). I had Advocare Spark which has caffeine so that helped. I did allow myself a small cup of sweet tea a day. I drank lots of water.  I am not a real water fan and I am still confused on the amount I am suppose to drink per day. I personally prefer water with lemon from the Sonic. They know me well at the Sonic window. However, I have not had a diet Dr Pepper. 

On about day 4 or 5, things started getting better. I found myself craving meat and vegetables. My head finally cleared and I saw light at the end of the tunnel. I am not looking to change too many things after this all ends tomorrow. I have not decided whether to do the Advocare Max Phase Challenge (which is 14 days of shakes and supplements). I am not fond of the drinking shakes for breakfast. 

As I start the new year, I am really trying to learn to eat clean. I am still logging all of my food because that allows me to keep my eating in check. I believe that you can eat or drink most things you like as long as it is in moderation and you are not dependent on it. You will see me out to eat and you might even see me eat "bad". I am real, pure and simple. I make no apologies.  

I have lots of inquires about how much I workout. I run 2-3 days a week. I go to bootcamp 3-4 days a week (depending on my running schedule). I may also start riding my bike again. I may substitute some of my bootcamp workouts for some weight lifting. However, I honestly beleive exercise only aids in weight loss. You have to get your eating under control first and foremost. Exercise is not a substitute for a crappy diet. 

I also have had lots of inquires about what I eat. I will start posting some of that. I believe in eating 5-6 times per day. Just know that I am not an expert and what works for me might not work for everyone. My family is not on board with this nor will I force them to be. However, I will not buy as much junk, but I will not be upset if they eat the things they are used to eating. I am hoping by making small (semi-unnoticeable) changes in their diet that they will make changes without feeling forced or deprived. It is more about lifestyle changes. 

Friday, November 22, 2013

The Angel At Mile 9

The picture below is from the Dallas Rock & Roll 1/2 marathon in March 2013. You can see my friend and I with our hands raised together coming over the finish line, but the story I want to share with you is about much more than running 13.1 miles.  It is about a higher power bringing people together through running.  If you have never experienced the comradery of the running community, you are missing out on a true blessing.

The gentleman who is crossing the finish line just in front of us first crossed our path about mile 9 immediately after my friend had finished praying we could finish the race.  She looked at me and told me that God had put him there to show her she could make it. We ran beside (but mostly behind!) him until the end. We had no idea where he was after we crossed the finish line.  We had no idea that he was right in front of us until we got the picture. We have talked about him many times during the last several months.   

What a great story, right? Well, there is more...  As my friend was running the Rock & Roll San Antonio 1/2 last Sunday, she said she couldn't breathe in the humidity and was just having a rough run. She said she got emotional thinking of all my training down the drain. Low and behold, she looks up and there he is!!! She ran like crazy to catch up with him and tell him how she had started calling him her "angel". She took her picture with him and got to meet his beautiful wife.  

What a great story, right?  Well, there is still more...  We have since learned that he is a coach for Team in Training.  He has run over 35 half marathons and 1 full marathon.  He was born without any fingers on this left hand and at the age of 6 he had polio and his right arm was paralyzed. According to his wife, he is the most positive person you will ever meet and wakes up everyday with a smile on his face.  He has owned a successful insurance agency for 40 years.  

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Sunday, August 11, 2013

The Crack Master...the new man on the scene

Well, I have been having old lady hip issues. I limp like a three legged dog somedays. I have been to an orthopedic doctor who told me to take some time off (while rolling his eyes, because he knew it was pointless to even say). He also sent me to a physical therapist to learn some stretches. What a joy!  It got a little better and then I started hurting again on an 8 mile run. Bummer!!!  I just don't think these folks understand that I am an athlete and they must get me better quicker. Just kiddin'...

I have a friend who recommended a chiropractor. Okay, I will admit I have been to chiropractors and I was a little worried that he might not be able to help. However, I am happy to report a new man in my life...The Crack Master. He is gentle. ....but the best part is that he is an Ironman which means he understands the life of someone who wants to be a runner. He understands that taking long periods of time off can be life changing. He said athletes are the hardest people to treat because they never take time off. Hello, did you catch that??? He called me an athlete. He is my most favorite doctor! Okay, okay, I told him that I tri to run, bike, and swim plus Bootcamp. He has never seen me actually do it and does not realize that I am slower than a turtle in peanut butter. 

Just so you know, burbees are hard, but they are real hard when you have old lady hip problems. But when the Burpee Queen says do 10 burpees, I always do my burpees (albeit I only do about half - even without old lady hip issues).

I will leave you with a picture of me at the end of my first 5K which was over a year ago.  All I ever wanted when I started was to run a 5K before I was 40! I am now training for my second half marathon. Dream big, my friends!

Sunday, July 28, 2013

I don't alway hydrate, but when I do, I prefer pool water with lots of chlorine...

It was a pretty uneventful week in the life of a Tri-mom. 32 miles on my bike, 11 miles running, bootcamp, and a little swimming. I ate everything in sight and had zero weight loss. How's that for inspiration?!? 

One of the questions I get asked the most is how do you get up at 4:15 in the morning to go workout and then work all day? Truthfully, sometimes I don't actually get out of bed until 4:45 (and bootcamp starts at 5:00). By the time the 5th alarm goes off and my hubby kicks me and tells me to get up, I am bright eyed and bushy tailed...NOT. The hubby is always looking out for me like that! Of course, if my alarm music did not consist of "Girl On Fire", "She Talks To Angels", and "Are You Ready For This", he might be a little more tolerant of the blaring sound at 4:15, 4:20, 4:30, 4:40...well, you get the point. 

The picture above is at the end of one of my Diet Bets. I weighed a little too much with the phone in my hand so I had to get the hubby up out of bed to take a picture of the number on the scale. True love my friends!  Do you just love the hair at 4:30 am? I have actually had people in my bootcamp class see me in town and ask if I am in their class. Makeup does wonders, my friends. 

I am thankful for my dream team...Trainer Dude, the Burpee Queen, and the my running partners. (I am leaving actual names out to protect their privacy). Without these people, I would still be looking for the next fad diet or diet pill. 

Trainer Dude actually told me to shut-up and swim this week. For some reason, I found this to be very funny. Poor guy, I am sure deep down he thinks I am hopeless. I am horrible at remembering to hydrate, so I try to make up for it in the pool each week. I drink more than my share of the pool water.  I have no idea why I have a mental block about swimming. I guess because I know this pool thing leads to open water swims. Eek!!! 

I am starting month 12 (hello, almost one year!!!) with the Burpee Queen. She has taught me to push when I was ready to give up. Plus, I know one day I am gonna look like her - okay, that is never really gonna happen, but a girl can dream. She has brought change to our little town. 

Last, but not least, the women I run with. The ones I tell all my secrets. This is where I found true peace. You would not think there would be very many runners in a small town like ours, but Fri-Sun (non-bootcamp days) our local police force has extra officers on duty to try to keep us in line. It is pretty crazy. 

...I am smiling because everyone else in the triathlon ran 3.1 miles and I only ran 2!!!  Suckers!!!

I have been working on creating a timeline of the last nine years and 50 pounds. I will post it later this week. There were no sudden changes, no real ah-ha moments.  It was just day by day, little by little. I wish I had the perfect before picture taken while standing in my mirror on the very day I knew I was ready to change. The truth is there are little to no pictures when I was at my largest. I just could not face the camera. Of course, I am still many pounds from my goal weight, but I am making progress - at least most of the time 

Until next time...

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

I don't always do triathlons, but when I do, I decide on the distance.

Those of you who know me know that I only tackle things one way...full speed ahead.  In life this trait has served me pretty well, but I must admit trying to become an "athlete" at 40 takes more patience than I seem to possess. Many of you asked me how my Sprint Triathlon went at College Station on Sunday.  My standard response has been "well, I did not drown".  

On Saturday, I take off for College Station.  It is my grandbaby's first birthday so I leave straight from the party and head out.  I have my bike and all of my wonderful triathlon accessories loaded and ready.   I give myself exactly 3 hours to make a 3+ hour trip so I can make it to packet pickup on time.  No time for hydration on the trip because I can't risk a bathroom break.  I see my poor bike bouncing up and down in my rear view mirror the whole trip - hang on Flo (which is my bike's name) .  Success...I touchdown in College Station with 15 minutes to spare.  

Of course, I have picked the hotel in which the 13-14 year old baseball teams are staying in.  I politely call down to the front desk at 10:00 pm and tell them these boys have to quit running up and down the halls (surely they understand I am an "athlete" and need my rest).  At 10:15 or so, I march down to the front desk in my red leopard PJ's and no shoes and proceed to tell them that I will be happy to go upstairs and speak with these boys.  I finally put cotton balls in my ears and fall asleep vowing to get up at 4:30 am and run up and down the halls.

Sunday....We pull up to College Station with the rest of the triathletes and head over to the transition area.  They are marking our numbers on our arms and our age on our calves.  Do what?  You want to put my age where the whole world can see it?  Oh, and by triathlon standards, I am 41.  Great! Thank goodness they did not ask for my weight because I would have been done, done, done.

Triathlete #424 entering the Texas A&M Natatorium which I had referred to as a "pool" until that moment. Are you freakin' kidding me?  I am pretty sure this one building is way bigger than my high school.  I am not sure what I was expecting after all it is freakin' Texas A&M, right?

Now I seem to be making up for all of the bathroom breaks I missed the day before.  Finally, Triathlete #1 hits the water.  Wow! This is awesome.  They get to the end of the pool and they don't turn and push off  - they do some sort of Olympic flip turn.  Okay, okay, what did I expect for the first person?  After all, they are among the best in attendance.  After #300 does this same maneuver, I am a little sick.  Minutes turn into over an hour and it is finally my turn.  I jump in the pool and act like a cat who has been thrown in the tub -- water up the nose and goggles fill with water.  I spend the first lap trying NOT to drown.  Geez, I am so glad my trainer is not here.  All of those hours of hard work down the drain.  I get to the wall and push off (not flip) for the second lap of 8.  I finally make it to the end of the 7th and there is a guy hanging on the the wall.  I say "one more lap, let's finish this".  He looked at me like I had lost my mind.  I am learning triathlons are not social events.

The 12 mile bike ride was uneventful and I am moving forward determined not to let the swim get me down. Since Flo has been known to dump me on the ground without warning, this is a victory.  It makes me feel better to blame my lack of riding abilities on Flo so just go with me here.  

I am now on the run.  I forgot to start my MapMyRun, there is no music allowed, and my running partners are not here, but I've got this.  I get my app started and I am doing pretty good.  Moving forward...I run through Kyle Field.  This is so awesome!  I am keeping a decent pace.  Things are wonderful.  I finish my 5K and I am excited.  I started my app late so I am not sure of my exact numbers so I head over to the results board where I see that I have run a 5K in 17 minutes.  Did I mention I am a 41 year grandmother?  Apparently, this route is not blond proof or for the directionally challenged.  I missed an entire turn and just made a U-Turn where the course crossed back over.  I turned myself into the race director who took one look at me and had pity and changed my time to something more believable.  However, I leave College Station with a triathlon penalty, but I got to keep my medal and my t-shirts.  

I have not even mentioned the lady who was 9 months pregnant and finished the run before I even got off of the bike; nor, did I mention she gave birth less than 16 hours later.  She was pure awesomeness!

I don't always do triathlons, but when I do, I decide on the distance.

Epilogue: I am determined to keep up my blog and write more and I promise all of my posts will not be so long.  I am learning that it is very hard to put yourself out there for the whole world to judge.    There have been a few not so flattering remarks since I started this, but I am learning this is my race and I will press on towards the goal.  From the bottom of my heart, thank you to those who have continued to encourage me.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Emotional breakdown at mile 4....

It has taken me a few days to write this post because I was not ready to tell the world about my experience during Saturday's run at Cowtown. However, I started this blog and promised to always be upfront and honest so I could see my growth over time and just maybe help someone who faced my same fears.  So here goes...

Saturday's 10K was hard on me emotionally. The day started out with our hotel not really knowing how and when they were suppose to get us to the run even though the night before we were told they would take us in the hotel van at 6:30. The run started at 7:00 so this was pushing it anyway. Their sense of urgency at 6:30am did not match my sense of urgency. I finally lost my cool right in the hotel lobby. Needless to say, we made it to the start line with plenty of time to spare.

The crowd was huge. It took 4 minutes for us to get to the start line once the run started. It was cold and I was tired. I did okay through the first 4 or so miles, but then I began to lose momentum. I could no longer feel my legs and they refused to move.

I made it to the finish line, but I was already a basket case. I saw the clock and lost it. I decided I would never, ever run again. I could have walked faster. I called my husband and told him I was quitting. He told me there was no way I was going to quit after a bad day. Long story short, after I got some food in my body and become more rational, I realized the clock time was not the same as my chip time (I had not taken the 4 minutes it took to get to the start line into account). I looked up my time online and felt better. I am still very slow, but at least it was faster than my average run.

This is why I call this blog Confessions of a Crazy Mom. I get upset. I want to quit. I tell myself that I am too fat, too old, too busy, too slow and I am just not cut out to be a runner. I see all of these ladies that just run with ease and it comes naturally.  I am not one of those ladies.

My motto for the day is "Dig Deeper". So if you are out there and have ever thought of giving up, but did not, I want to hear your story. What got you past the mental block and made you move forward?

On a lighter note, my blog hit 2,000 views over the weekend (thanks, Mom!).

Me in one of the 2,000 outfits I tired on and did not wear...

Monday, February 18, 2013

My Aha Moment!

It was about a year ago when I seriously started training for my first 5K. I had began reading a blog I found on Pinterest by a lady who called herself Mama Laughlin. She is a southern girl through and through. She is honest about how hard it is to work, be a mother, a wife, and train.

She talked about a C25K program. I had no idea what it was, but I am a Googling kind of gal so I figured it out. Once I figured out it was a program to train you to run a 5K, I had to figure out how far 5K was. Yes ma'am, I started this running journey without a clue.

A wonderful friend said she would train with me and we got started. Most of our training was on a treadmill at the gym. A friend at the gym convinced us to go ahead and sign up for a 5K and it just happened to fall at the exact end of our training program. That meant there was no repeating days or weeks. We just had to push on regardless if we had good days or bad days.

I barely slept the night before the 5K. I had my clothes laid out and ready to go days early. I was so nervous. Halfway through the race I thought I must be crazy and thought I would never do this again, but I finished upright and with a smile on my face and ready to do it again. Once it was over, I started skipping gym days and lost motivation. Now, I know this is normal and that many runners have post race day blues.

My aha moment....I need something on my calendar to keep me motivated. Thank you Piney Woods Runner for that lesson!