Did ya miss me???? I miss me. You know, the me that weighed at least 140! Who knew that by adopting this healthy lifestyle and losing 20 pounds, that the Lord would bless me with becoming pregnant? We had given up on hoping that another child was in our future, and then without a single drug, hormone, or even a glance at a calendar, I was pregnant! I often joke that this was God's way of saying he has a sense of humor! He was up in Heaven saying, "I know. I'm going to wait for Sommer to lose 20 pounds, then I'll get her pregnant and make her gain it ALL back and then some! Oh, I'll let her buy that pass to Disneyland, and then she won't be able to go on any of the rides! He he he!" But you know what, if that's the price that needed to be paid to get this most wonderful, most unexpected blessing, then I'd do it all over again!
And so, here I am. I'm a lot wiser than I was after having Wyatt. Though I still want to lose weight like after having Wyatt, I really just want to feel healthy and well again. This pregnancy was hard and painful, and I struggled with being so healthy just months before, and now not being able to walk up the street without painful contractions and mental anguish that my baby would come too soon. I ran my first official mile this morning. 11:06 was my time, not too far off from the 10 minute mile I used to run. I'm not so concerned about my calories burned this time, but just focusing on the fact that I ran the whole thing, didn't die, and still felt good. It felt good to run. 5 or 10 years ago, I would have never said that!
I'm ready to get my lifestyle back...and as always, I'll be recording the journey!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
The Reason Why I was M.I.A.
I think this might actually pass for a good reason to miss a few workouts and to each some extra chocolate...ok, ALOT of chocolate!
Monday, October 4, 2010
Atleast I can do...
I haven't lost any weight in a month. :( But I can run 3 to 4 miles, without dying!
Except after 2 days of Disneyland...then I want to die after running this:
But I looked at the beach for 2 miles, and that's ok!
Except after 2 days of Disneyland...then I want to die after running this:
But I looked at the beach for 2 miles, and that's ok!
Monday, September 13, 2010
My Body is a Temple
As members of the LDS church, I grew up always being told that phrase, "My body is a temple." I always understood the basis behind the words. Treat your body with respect. Only put healthy things into it. Don't defile your body in anyway. Our Heavenly Father gave us this body, a pure creation from him, and just like a temple, we should take care of it as such. But for some reason, I always only thought of the physical aspects my body encounters. Food, exercise, abstaining from harmful drugs, etc.. I never really considered things that would be mentally harmful to me, and yet looking back at when I was my heaviest, it was at times when I was under true mental stress. I've been watching a documentary entitled, "Killer at Large: Why Obesity is America's Greatest Threat." I watch these kinds of shows as I work out to scare the fat off of me. It works. I yell at the computer screen and kickbox a little hard as I watch. In the movie they discussed a study that was done concerning stress and weight gain. In the early days of man, if the body of a hunter or gatherer experienced stress, it was most likely due to not being able to obtain food. These people had to work very hard for their food, and so if they weren't able to obtain it, the body would go into a stressed state and turn on its own survival mode. While in the survival mode, the body's metabolism slowed down, and fat burned more slowly, allowing the body to save its energy due to the lack of food. But now in this day and age, the factors that cause stress to our bodies isn't usually about lack of food. Stress is now caused by other factors such as over-powering bad news on the tv, or money issues, or traffic, or family members. And, just like the cave man, when our bodies become stressed, they go into survival mode, and our bodies stop burning the amount of fat as before. But what do we do? We keep eating. And not just good stuff. What do I crave when I'm stressed? A quarter-pounder with cheese, fries and large sweet tea.
About a week ago, I found myself in a very stressful, very confrontation situation. It has taken me close to a full week to recover from it. During that week, my energy was low, my desire to eat properly diminished, and my will power to exercise was near non-existent. My body shut down. I wasn't sad and moping all over the house in my pjs for a week. I got up every morning with the intention to do my workouts and eat good food. I was able to speak with good friends that could help to uplift me. I still managed to get other obligations done and did them with joy in my heart. But that stressful moment had a negative impact on my body and I could feel it.
It wasn't until today, however, that I really thought about what was happening to my body. I have seen the Lord send blessings my way this week, especially through supportive friends, to help me cope with my stress. Today, however, he sent a lightening bolt of a blessing my way. I was sitting down at the kitchen table preparing our family home evening lesson. I decided that Byron and I would talk to Wyatt about respecting our bodies through nutrition and exercise, since its been something we've really been focusing on, and I don't really remember learning much about it as a child. We now live in a time where our children's generation is not expected to have the same life expectancy as our own, it is to be less than our own, and I'm hoping I can prepare Wyatt to defy that statistic. I sat at the table cutting out these cute little pictures. Some pictures were of bad things such as cigarettes and alcohol that were to be glued on a trash can. And others were good things like healthy foods and exercise that were to be glued on these cute little kids. Then I saw a picture that stopped me in my tracks. "Kind words." I looked at it and pondered the statement, "I can treat my body as a temple by saying kind words." And then I said to myself, "I can treat my body as a temple by hearing kind words." All this time, I tried to be around people who were positive and happy, just because it made me feel good. But I realized today, that by being around people who make negative statements, who treat others poorly, who criticize me, and who cause me stress are preventing me from treating my body as a temple. Is it their job to change what they say just for my benefit? No. But it is my job to create an atmosphere for myself and my husband and child that is positive and full of kind words. It is my job to say kind words to everyone around me. Negative statements were doing more than just making me sad, they were hurting my body, my temple.
About a week ago, I found myself in a very stressful, very confrontation situation. It has taken me close to a full week to recover from it. During that week, my energy was low, my desire to eat properly diminished, and my will power to exercise was near non-existent. My body shut down. I wasn't sad and moping all over the house in my pjs for a week. I got up every morning with the intention to do my workouts and eat good food. I was able to speak with good friends that could help to uplift me. I still managed to get other obligations done and did them with joy in my heart. But that stressful moment had a negative impact on my body and I could feel it.
It wasn't until today, however, that I really thought about what was happening to my body. I have seen the Lord send blessings my way this week, especially through supportive friends, to help me cope with my stress. Today, however, he sent a lightening bolt of a blessing my way. I was sitting down at the kitchen table preparing our family home evening lesson. I decided that Byron and I would talk to Wyatt about respecting our bodies through nutrition and exercise, since its been something we've really been focusing on, and I don't really remember learning much about it as a child. We now live in a time where our children's generation is not expected to have the same life expectancy as our own, it is to be less than our own, and I'm hoping I can prepare Wyatt to defy that statistic. I sat at the table cutting out these cute little pictures. Some pictures were of bad things such as cigarettes and alcohol that were to be glued on a trash can. And others were good things like healthy foods and exercise that were to be glued on these cute little kids. Then I saw a picture that stopped me in my tracks. "Kind words." I looked at it and pondered the statement, "I can treat my body as a temple by saying kind words." And then I said to myself, "I can treat my body as a temple by hearing kind words." All this time, I tried to be around people who were positive and happy, just because it made me feel good. But I realized today, that by being around people who make negative statements, who treat others poorly, who criticize me, and who cause me stress are preventing me from treating my body as a temple. Is it their job to change what they say just for my benefit? No. But it is my job to create an atmosphere for myself and my husband and child that is positive and full of kind words. It is my job to say kind words to everyone around me. Negative statements were doing more than just making me sad, they were hurting my body, my temple.
I urge you to take care of your temple. Eat good food, go exercise, and say kind words. And try to surround yourself with kind words! It is your right to protect your temple!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Your Work's Not Done Yet!
No more whining. No more excuses. You reached your really big goal, but you're not done yet. Byron's back in town, can't use that as an excuse anymore. You ate like crap last week, time to do better. Put the chocolate and tortilla chips away, and go do your cardio workout. Your work's not done yet! :P
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