This morning was the final challenge of this month's boot camp...so I've completed my 5th cycle.
Anyway, Shelley drags us outside and announces that you must partner up with someone of the opposite fitness level of you. Woohoo! These are the days that make-up for every fat kid picked last for dodgeball. Speaking of, I wonder if she'll let us play one day?! Anyway, fat and slow people are hard to find in boot camp and this one was snatched up first! By. Freedom.
Let me paint this scene for you- you know the movie Twins with Schwartzenagger and DeVito? Beauty and the Beast? Pinky and the Brain? Michael Jackson and Brooke Shields? Yep. Freedom- athletic, cheerleading coach, fast runner, hot husband. Jocelyn- slightly obese, fast food dining coach, fast reader, no husband.
So- we have to do an exercise 10 times and then run a lap. Here's the catch- if one of us (let's just say, Freedom) happens to finish first, she has to start the next exercise and keep going until I finish. Then we do 20 of a different exercise (or until the slower person, hypothetically, me) does 20, and run. Then 30, 40, 50. You get it? If you get to 100, you work your way back.
I'm exhausted from returning to workouts, I've got this hip thing going on, and I am DYING! My amazing partner, however, puts her cheerleading skills to work and encourages me nearly every step of the way. She could've lapped me a bagillion times (like everyone else), but she didn't.
We made it to 80 basketball jumps and it was almost time to go. I was certain we weren't going to have to run the last lap. Ha! I was wrong. Annette helped me while Shelley tried to encourage longer steps.
I lived AND I got Freedom to do the chapstick and the pony and the cheer. So it was worth it. Of course, watching BOB get his butt chewed and not know it (thanks to earphones) was great too. But the best part might have been discovering that Shelley is simply a human water fountain.
This boot camp was fun because it brought new friends, a new haircut, time to see my pal Kristen, and the crew was in the house. It also brought an after picture that makes me look skinny!
Our next boot camp starts on Tuesday. I hope it brings lots of fun, Red Rover and dodgeball.
The End.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
She's Baaaaa-aaaaack
So all of my fans have been begging for a new blog. First Shelley and then my mom. I don't want to disappoint the two of them ;)
I took a little hiatus from working out and blogging. I wasn't feeling well and could've slept for days. Basically, I just wanted sleep and carbs. It was odd. I finally went to the doctor, had lots of blood drawn and found out something important- I was tired. My doc told me sometimes my body is smarter than me (and him) and knows when I need lots of rest.
Anyway- I'm baaaaaa-aaaack! I returned to boot camp yesterday and it felt so great to be surrounded by my people. We were outside (thanks to election day) and did a team "relay". For once Shelley let me and my crew be on the same team. Then she decided to participate, and I figured out why she didn't break up the crew. She wanted to join it!
Truth is, it was all fun and games until Freedom (who by design took the role of the other team's captain) started developing cheers for her team. Then it became hilarious. I also had to have a talk with BOB. He's a fairly funny guy, and I'm not certain the 5 am comedy stage is big enough for both of our acts. We discussed a way to make it work.
Okay, so...first I decided to do a 5K in October. I signed up in like April for it and HAD plenty of time to train. Remember- I'm still at a 13 minute mile. Then I was peer pressured into signing up for the Warrior Dash a week before the 5K. Still, I HAD plenty of time to train. Note to self: START TRAINING. Now, my genius self is going to run the Monkey C 5K. It is NEXT weekend. Ummmm...might need to run a little?
I decide to be a cool kid and join the Wednesday morning runners (I'm not sure that's their actual name, the real one may be way cooler). Here are some things I thought about as I once again reached for destination among the cool running kids:
1) Where do you put your keys when you run?
2) Water?
3) Should I wear pants or find somewhere to store my phone? Clearly wearing shorts is a fire hazard and I may need to call 911.
4) How in the H.E.Double hockey sticks will I ever keep up?
I slowly figured out the answers...buy a car with a keypad (or run with a friend that has one), chew gum, pants, keep dreaming.
I'm running with the following: a marathon person, a half-marathon/mom of 100 kids/fitness teacher/beauty queen, a girl who owns a jogging skirt (and I was worried about the shorts fire hazard!), a chic who is running almost a 5K a week, and a great friend.
I was going to get behind. I knew it. However, I again fell to peer pressure and joined the group out on the open roads. Thank goodness for my friend. Do I think she could've kept up with them? Yes. Did she? No. She ran with me, walked with me, and pushed me to run a little more. We were far behind about a half-mile in. Let me be clear- I didn't want to slow the pack. I was worried I would, so I am thankful that I didn't. Of course, it was nice to chat and catch up a little too...when I could breathe.
I did almost 2.5 miles. That's not bad. I walked more than I ran, but that's ok too. The rest of the day provided me with aching muscles.
I don't know if I'll ever meet the goal, but I want to do a half someday. I guess I'll start with a 5K next week. In the meantime I will practice. I probably should blog more too...
I took a little hiatus from working out and blogging. I wasn't feeling well and could've slept for days. Basically, I just wanted sleep and carbs. It was odd. I finally went to the doctor, had lots of blood drawn and found out something important- I was tired. My doc told me sometimes my body is smarter than me (and him) and knows when I need lots of rest.
Anyway- I'm baaaaaa-aaaack! I returned to boot camp yesterday and it felt so great to be surrounded by my people. We were outside (thanks to election day) and did a team "relay". For once Shelley let me and my crew be on the same team. Then she decided to participate, and I figured out why she didn't break up the crew. She wanted to join it!
Truth is, it was all fun and games until Freedom (who by design took the role of the other team's captain) started developing cheers for her team. Then it became hilarious. I also had to have a talk with BOB. He's a fairly funny guy, and I'm not certain the 5 am comedy stage is big enough for both of our acts. We discussed a way to make it work.
Okay, so...first I decided to do a 5K in October. I signed up in like April for it and HAD plenty of time to train. Remember- I'm still at a 13 minute mile. Then I was peer pressured into signing up for the Warrior Dash a week before the 5K. Still, I HAD plenty of time to train. Note to self: START TRAINING. Now, my genius self is going to run the Monkey C 5K. It is NEXT weekend. Ummmm...might need to run a little?
I decide to be a cool kid and join the Wednesday morning runners (I'm not sure that's their actual name, the real one may be way cooler). Here are some things I thought about as I once again reached for destination among the cool running kids:
1) Where do you put your keys when you run?
2) Water?
3) Should I wear pants or find somewhere to store my phone? Clearly wearing shorts is a fire hazard and I may need to call 911.
4) How in the H.E.Double hockey sticks will I ever keep up?
I slowly figured out the answers...buy a car with a keypad (or run with a friend that has one), chew gum, pants, keep dreaming.
I'm running with the following: a marathon person, a half-marathon/mom of 100 kids/fitness teacher/beauty queen, a girl who owns a jogging skirt (and I was worried about the shorts fire hazard!), a chic who is running almost a 5K a week, and a great friend.
I was going to get behind. I knew it. However, I again fell to peer pressure and joined the group out on the open roads. Thank goodness for my friend. Do I think she could've kept up with them? Yes. Did she? No. She ran with me, walked with me, and pushed me to run a little more. We were far behind about a half-mile in. Let me be clear- I didn't want to slow the pack. I was worried I would, so I am thankful that I didn't. Of course, it was nice to chat and catch up a little too...when I could breathe.
I did almost 2.5 miles. That's not bad. I walked more than I ran, but that's ok too. The rest of the day provided me with aching muscles.
I don't know if I'll ever meet the goal, but I want to do a half someday. I guess I'll start with a 5K next week. In the meantime I will practice. I probably should blog more too...
Monday, August 13, 2012
What you get is not what you see...
I mean, I know that isn't how the saying goes, but it is my reality now. I've passed the 40 pound threshold. I started my journey on March 13, and 5 months later I've lost 40 pounds. My closet is getting emptier by the weekend...but the eBay profits are hitting the cruise account :)
Here's the problem- I don't look any different. When I look in the mirror, I see 263.5 pound Jocelyn. When I am in a picture, it's 263.5 pound Jocelyn. It's so darn frustrating. That is coupled with the fact that people don't notice. I mean, it's back to school time. Im seeing faces I haven't seen in a while. If they aren't reading this or seeing the news on Facebook, they don't know that I'm losing weight. Y'all notice and tell me how proud you are, and I do appreciate it. I guess it's a little of that whole "your mom has to say you're pretty because she's your mom" thing. So I wonder if people can really tell or if they just are being sweet. Make sense?
I'm a huge Advocare fan. I feel like it was what really kicked off my success. I use the 24 day meal plan to guide my daily life and live for a Spark in the morning. I say all of this because a number of my gym folks have done the Arbonne 30 Days to fit diet- and have had great success. I promised to do it with them this month. This month?! The month that is my craziest of all 12 at work, where my partner at work is on medical leave, the month when a family member (8 hours away) is diagnosed with kidney cancer and has to have a kidney removed? Good thinking.
There are so many people who have great success on this diet. Heck, I lost almost 8 pounds last week. Am I eating enough? No. Am I completely miserable? Yes. Did I fall off the wagon today and get completely run over by it? Heck to the yes. However, I refrained from a ham sandwich because as I told my mom, "You know I would've put mayonnaise on that b$tch."
So I am struggling. I'm a people pleaser- never want to disappoint. I've got a bet riding on the success of these 30 days. I also had a Superintendent look at me today and ask what was wrong and I slept a chunk of the weekend away. I also don't do well with falling off the wagon. I'm an all or nothing person, and half-donkey success feels like failure to me.
Anyway. I'll figure it out. I want to do what is best. This is what I know. This diet totally works for some people (just like Weight Watchers for others). I'm down 40 pounds in five months. I have a great support system (check that: the greatest). This is the most Debbie Downer blog I've ever written. Tomorrow is a new day :) The end.
Here's the problem- I don't look any different. When I look in the mirror, I see 263.5 pound Jocelyn. When I am in a picture, it's 263.5 pound Jocelyn. It's so darn frustrating. That is coupled with the fact that people don't notice. I mean, it's back to school time. Im seeing faces I haven't seen in a while. If they aren't reading this or seeing the news on Facebook, they don't know that I'm losing weight. Y'all notice and tell me how proud you are, and I do appreciate it. I guess it's a little of that whole "your mom has to say you're pretty because she's your mom" thing. So I wonder if people can really tell or if they just are being sweet. Make sense?
I'm a huge Advocare fan. I feel like it was what really kicked off my success. I use the 24 day meal plan to guide my daily life and live for a Spark in the morning. I say all of this because a number of my gym folks have done the Arbonne 30 Days to fit diet- and have had great success. I promised to do it with them this month. This month?! The month that is my craziest of all 12 at work, where my partner at work is on medical leave, the month when a family member (8 hours away) is diagnosed with kidney cancer and has to have a kidney removed? Good thinking.
There are so many people who have great success on this diet. Heck, I lost almost 8 pounds last week. Am I eating enough? No. Am I completely miserable? Yes. Did I fall off the wagon today and get completely run over by it? Heck to the yes. However, I refrained from a ham sandwich because as I told my mom, "You know I would've put mayonnaise on that b$tch."
So I am struggling. I'm a people pleaser- never want to disappoint. I've got a bet riding on the success of these 30 days. I also had a Superintendent look at me today and ask what was wrong and I slept a chunk of the weekend away. I also don't do well with falling off the wagon. I'm an all or nothing person, and half-donkey success feels like failure to me.
Anyway. I'll figure it out. I want to do what is best. This is what I know. This diet totally works for some people (just like Weight Watchers for others). I'm down 40 pounds in five months. I have a great support system (check that: the greatest). This is the most Debbie Downer blog I've ever written. Tomorrow is a new day :) The end.
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