Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Weight Loss Update

Normally I'd never let this picture surface. Actually, I think it's on my Facebook, but nonetheless...

January 2010


One of our wedding pics - July 2012

August 2012 - My cousin Ryan and I...


Needless to say, I'm down 47 pounds. I believe I talked about this in a previous post, but I didn't feel like reading through them to check. I just wanted to post some before and after pictures. I was embarrassed to post the "before" pictures for awhile, but then I decided I should. I want to be an inspiration to others and let them know that they can do it too. People sometimes ask me what I did to lose the weight...well for any of you who read my posts from when I started this blog, it wasn't easy. It took me close to a year before I started to see any type of results. Of course, this varies from person to person, but I think that my metabolism was so out of whack that I was keeping the weight on. I am going to try to post all of my tips, and hopefully I won't be rambling too much. Hopefully someone reads and can use my tips to their advantage too.

Before I started on my path of weight loss, I was drinking up to 4 cans of diet coke a day. I was skipping breakfast, and mindlessly snacking because I was bored at work. Ben and I had moved into an apartment together and were eating nothing but food slathered in butter and cheese. Hot wings were a big hit in our apartment. Grease and overwhelming amounts of calories, perfect combo for disaster.

It was that picture and the others like it from that particular event from January 2010 that finally pushed me over the edge. I was so unhappy and uncomfortable in my own skin. It wasn't even the emotional symptoms that were bothering me, but I also had heart burn, and worst of all, non-stop acid indigestion. I'm not sure if you've ever experienced acid indigestion, but it basically feels like you are starving to death, ALL the time. I remember every morning when Ben would leave at 5am, I would be tossing and turning for an hour, popping Tums or Rolaids, trying to get rid of the burning. It was becoming horrendous. Waking me up out of sleep sometimes, only to take Tums for a midnight snack. Or eating a piece of bread at 2 in the morning to satisfy a false hunger. Due to the constant "hunger pangs", I was eating more than usual to try and subside the burning. Tums and Rolaids seem innocent enough, but despite the fact that they are chalky, tasteless candies - they are not good for you to take repeatedly, just like any other medication. 

That was it. It was when I started this blog that my struggle began. Of course, gaining the weight is easy - we all know this, but getting it off seems like an endless dark tunnel. 

I joined the gym down the street from my work and started running. I tried to get in the gym at least 3 days a week and do a half a mile. It was a start. Especially for a smoker. Granite, I was only smoking a pack a week, but that still put me in the category as a smoker. I smoked for the first few months when I first started working out before Ben and I made the conscious decision to quit together. We haven't smoked since October of 2010.

My next feat was to kick pop (or soda as some of you say). I had never believed the myth about diet pop keeping you bloated and keeping the pounds on until I quit drinking it. Ok--I still drank it, but I seriously limited the amount. Instead of keeping a 12 pack in the house I quit buying it altogether. My pop consumption came periodically when I was in the car, which was replacing the cigarette I wasn't smoking. I dropped 10 pounds in only a few short months. I also started taking 5000mg of Biotin vitamins everyday and 500mg of B-12. My hair started to grow out like crazy and my skin looked better and brighter.

Beer was another problem. I simply like beer, there's no way of dancing around it. So instead of drinking Busch Light at a social gathering, I switched to Select 55. Being the lightest calorie on the market, I couldn't pass it up. The way I looked at it is if I drink a 6 pack of Busch Light, that's almost 600 calories or more, whereas Select 55, is 330. 

I started drinking a lot of water. I stress, A LOT. I remembered saying so many times, "I hate water - I'd rather drink pop or milk". It's because I wasn't craving water. I was depriving myself and only drinking pop and sugary juices. Now, I try to drink at least 3 liters throughout the day. In fact, I can't go without it now. Speaking of which, every morning, I squeeze a half of a lemon into a warm glass of water and chug it. Sounds super gross, and it is. I gag it down every morning, and have almost puked a few times, but I feel great afterwards. I wanted to share this link from my good friend Danielle, who is currently in the process of becoming a health and nutrition coach.


I started controlling my portions. My BIGGEST point that I want to stress, is don't stop eating what you love to eat. If you want that big, juicy cheeseburger, then eat it, but learn to portion control. Do you really need the entire burger? Unless you haven't eaten in 3 days, no, of course not. So what I do, is order that burger, but I cut it in half. Instead of getting the fries, get a healthy side and then pick a few fries of someone else's plate. I'm using a cheeseburger as an example because I happen to love them. It's my biggest downfall, but I refuse to give them up. So I started to cut them in half and pretend I don't even have the other half. I box it up and take it home for the next day. Give a try, I bet you anything that once you eat that half, you'll be full, you won't even want the other half. Happens to me every time.  If you get a salad, DON'T dump the dressing on the salad. All the fat comes from the dressing. Didn't you ever wonder why when you are reading the nutritional facts about salads at restaurants, it's 40g of fat for a plate of lettuce and vegetables? It's because of the dressing. Ask for your dressing on the side and dip your fork in it before spearing the lettuce. You get the same amount of flavor, and your salad isn't swimming in a pool of runny ranch afterwards. Same goes for pancakes. I LOVE pancakes, but skip the butter next time. Use your favorite syrup (I happen to love Boysenberry, which is close to impossible to come by), and use enough to let it soak into the pancakes before eating. Honestly, I've never understood the concept of 'drowning' your food. The whole point of a pancake is to love the flavor of the pancake itself, not forkfuls of buttery syrup. I will admit, it does taste good, but I do NOT feel good about it afterwards. Mayonnaise at restaurants is a joke too. It's a splatter of creamy, buttery, lard that they squirt onto a sandwich for an extra kick of flavor but is completely unnecessary. Order the sandwich you want, but don't feel silly to do modifications. You won't miss the mayo. 

Ditch the yolks for breakfast and eat the whites. Egg whites always sound so unappetizing to people, but I've found them to pretty much taste the same. I like to scramble them up with skim milk and use various popcorn seasonings for flavor. Kernel Season's is a good one. The white cheddar is my favorite. Sprinkle that on with some pepper and you're good to go. Or, boil eggs the night before and keep them on reserve in your fridge. Crack one open for a snack, or eat one whenever. Try to limit the yolks though. I know the yolks are the best part, but try to limit them. You can eat up to 12 egg whites a day for the protein benefit, and minuscule calorie count, but the yolks need to be eaten in moderation. If you have a hard time eating the hard-boiled white of the egg, use a bit of salt, or even mustard. (Recommended by my husband - I thought it would be gross - now I prefer it, give it a try!)

It's just little things that I started to become aware of and change. I haven't stopped eating what I like (except for chicken wings, those haunt me now), but I've become aware of what I'm eating. I am an annoying label reader now. One of my favorite things to eat is Boca or Morning Star vegan burgers. Dress them up a bit with a dab of BBQ sauce and a bit of cheese and enjoy. Don't be afraid of cheese. I know all the new fad diets out there strictly ex-nay cheese, but I disagree. Of course, I'm not an expert, and I'm not telling you to sit and eat an entire block in one sitting, but a small slice or two is not going to completely sabotage you. 

So overall, I really have no set diet. I have no persistent work out plan. I work out when I feel like it (I try to get in there 2-3 days a week for about 45 minutes, doing at least a half hour of cardio, and switching to weight training for 15-20 minutes, and visa versa). Keep your work outs a surprise. Your body will adapt to the same routine every day and will become resistant so switching up your routine will keep your muscles guessing and force them to adapt and change, and change is good. Eat what you want, in portions and try to eat every 4 hours, and for shit's sake, DON'T SKIP BREAKFAST. There is no excuse why you should. I get everyone is different and everyone has different routines in the morning, but if you don't have time to sit down and eat a quick bowl of cereal; grab a granola bar, or some fruit. Boil eggs the night before and bring them with you (I love doing this). I have also heard the excuse 'breakfast makes me sick in the morning'. Well, ask yourself, what are you eating when you did try to eat breakfast? Captain Crunch? Pancakes drown in syrup? Something undoubtedly loaded with sugar? I know that when I eat something loaded with sugar first thing in the morning, I get the most incredible stomachache. I get stomachaches all the time because I'm just naturally the most nervous person in the world, but now I get one if I don't eat. I feel miserable if I don't put something into my stomach before 10am. Don't use a busy lifestyle as an excuse to put off your goals.

Hopefully my tips helped a bit. Use your own judgement based on what you like and what fits your lifestyle. Don't let ANYONE tell you that you can't do it. Don't pay attention to the people who are going to 'talk'. If there's one thing I've learned over the past few years, it's that people who talk about you are not your real friends, and my advice to myself was, "What are these people ever going to matter in my future? These people are nothing to me". Rise above. Make them feel stupid by not caring and doing what is best for you, and your health. 

In case you were wondering, the heartburn is gone, and the acid indigestion is gone. Tums and Rolaids are a distant memory. 

PS: If anyone out there read my first blog post - I just wanted to let you know, that my state ID is telling the truth now. 

I've reached my goal.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

RIP Davy Jones

December 30, 1945 - February 29, 2012

I am saddened to hear the news of Davy Jones.  I have been an avid Monkees fan since I was a kid and have carried it on with me into my adulthood.  They were a big part of my life and still are.  My mom always told me I was born in the wrong era.

I used to save whatever birthday or allowance money I earned just to run to Suncoast and purchase episodes of their series on VHS. I remember, the VHS's costs me $14.95 every time.  Only two episodes at a time. Eventually Suncoast (like most of the other stores in the mall) closed down and I couldn't find them in any other stores. I probably gave Suncoast most of their business. I was short all but two of their albums (cds), I had the box set, the movies, shirts -- I acquired quite the collection, even down to the green wool hat that Mike wore.

The Monkees were my first concert when I was only 12. My dad drove my sister and I to the Star Plaza Theater in Merrillville, IN one sunny Friday afternoon in 1998, and I was blown away.  The venue was small. They let people go up to the stage, to possibly get a handshake during a song, or perhaps a rose from the bunch that Davy was holding. I remember being so close that I could see up Peter's nose as he beat a song out on the keyboard. I couldn't have been happier -- I could see up Peter's nose...What a delight. I was staring at his gray/blond hair bouncing in the light as he played. I was starstruck. Peter, Micky and Davy were simply 3 feet away...almost at an arms length.  Davy was dancing about, Mick Jagger style, tossing roses here and there, and much to my disbelief, one flew at me in slow motion. I went back to my seat in a daze. Mike didn't show at this concert, which was disappointing for me.  I kept hoping throughout the night that he would come walking out on stage, waving to all of our grinning faces staring back at him, but he did not.

In fact, before the concert started, I was actually imagining the boys from 1966 running out in their red polyester shirts with 8 gold buttons and gray bell bottoms. I knew they were much older, but my imagination got the best of me. Gosh, I loved them - and I still do.

I still have that rose. It's potpourri now, but I have it.

My heart broke today when I learned of this news.  All of his fans have heavy hearts to see him go.  As Mike Nesmith put it today, "I wish him safe travels".

Good-bye Davy, Rest in Peace, my friend.

Love, Peace and Hugs always.


Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The Melting Pot

I'd heard a lot of mixed reviews about this restaurant.  I've heard it's not that good, I've heard it's amazing, blabbity blah blah.

 We went on a double date here with our good friends for the first time and we are fans. We made reservations for 8:30, but got there around 8:00 and were sat right away. We started with the featured Sam Adams Boston Lager fondue. You are given small cups of a variety of bread cubes, cauliflour, broccoli and apples for dipping. Our friends got the swiss fondue. The waiter actually prepares the cheese at your table (make sure you take note of this).  Our cheese was made with a half cup of Boston Lager, a few dashes of tabasco, bacon, and scallions. It was amazing. Simple to make, but sometimes it's the simple ingredients that make the best tasting dips. I mean, it's a bowl of cheese, how do you screw that up?  I guess you can though because our waiter accidently put a bit to much nutmeg in the Swiss fondue they ordered, but it was still good. I'm not a big fan of swiss as it is, so I stuck mainly to our pot of deliciousness.

After the fondue, you get a salad. I got a wedge salad, which delighted me. I love the crunchy part of the lettuce that you can eat like an apple, but that's beside the point. Wasn't the best salad I'd ever had, but obviously this is a fondue featured restaurant, not a salad bar. I also didn't realize that goronzola was a moldy green cheese that tastes like farts and smells like feet. If you are not a fan of farts and feet, stick with the cheddar.  Lucky for me, I have a fiance who enjoys the sour yet bold flavors of this abomination of cheese. It dissapeared off of my plate and into Ben's stomach before I could say 'hey, get your face off my plate'. Either way, you are kind of dumb if you go there just to get a salad. Seriously.

For the entree we got was called the Fondue Fusion which was strips of steasoned steak, bbq pork, shrimp, buffalo chicken, lobster tail and mushroom stuffed pasta (I don't like cooked mushrooms normally, but these were good). You also get new cups of vegetables with your meal.

Ben and I got the pot of broth for cooking, and our friends got the oil. I have always had a fear of raw meat, so I was pretty skeptical on the 'cook your own dish' scenerio, but you get the hang of it after a few minutes. In fact, when he set the plate down I had a secret panic attack and kind of felt like running away -- but the food was great. I loved the chicken and shrimp. You also get two different kinds of batter for your meats. It's fun to experiment, and you can't really mess anything up. Everything pretty much goes good with everything. If you're a worrier like me and can't even touch ground beef to make hamburgers in the summer, then just leave the food in longer. Better to be a little overdone then underdone right? Plus my worrying made my friends laugh, so everyone wins right?

They also give you 8 different sauces to work with. I loved the greek goddess sauce. I even ventured into my wild side and spooned a little bit of the bleu cheese sauce onto my steak. The greek goddess is a creamy dillweed/cucumber sauce that you can pretty much slab on anything. Well, I can anyway.

For our chocolate, we got the PB&J. Probably the best thing ever. Strawberries and bananas in a PB&J chocolate? (Homer drool).

Overall, the food was good, our waiter was very nice, and I had a great time. It's a bit pricy, but thankfully, we live too far away to go all the time;-) So basically, if you have no personality, no sense of humor and hate life, I would not suggest going, because it's a great time!  I would also highly advise against it if you are trying to watch your calorie intake because you pretty much take in a days worth in the hour you are sitting there.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012



So over the summer I ended up quitting the gym completely and took up hula hooping.  I lost 10 pounds in the duration of the time that I was hooping (probably a month and a half), and really loved it.  I got pretty good at it for the most part, but never got my nerve up enough to record myself doing it. I watch these videos on YouTube of these chicks who are amazing, and put me to shame.  Then our laptop broke and I couldn't watch the tutorials anymore to learn more tricks so I didn't spend as much time with it.


I ended up feeling empty after that and rejoined the gym. I figured if I was going to be hooping that I could skip out and try something new for awhile. I also got tired of being stalked by the same guy every morning, and I just got sick of the constant bickering from the same onslaught of people.  The stalker would try to be nonchalant about his stalking, but the attempts were just irritating.  There are timed dials all around the gym that work the ceiling fans above the different work out areas.  Stalker Steve (I have no idea what his real name was) would come over to the cardio equipment where I happened to be biking, and would turn the fans on above me as if they were going to cool him off on the opposite side of the gym where he was doing squat thrusts or whatever. This became a repeated occurrence. Finally one day, he came over and turned the dial on the fans (which were already on) and then made his move. He started talking to me and asking me why I left at 8:45 every morning. I told him I have a job. His response was something that made me think that he thought I was in high school. Even creepier considering Stalker Steve was probably in his 30's. Let's just say I was not overly nice about his annoying and pathetic advancements. This went on for about 3 days.  I was not nice to him. In fact, I will admit I was flat out rude, but come on. Get the hint already. I'm convinced that had he flat out asked me on a date and I told him that I was married, he would have asked me when he could pick me up for our date. It's even more annoying when guys hit on you that you're not interested in, but you're not wearing any make up on top of it, and sporting baggy sweats, a men's t-shirt with pit stains, and wal-mart shoes. Ok, now you KNOW they are just desperate. Gosh.


Maybe I was just being over cynical of them but I needed a break. I didn't want to work out after work because that's when all the high schools over take the place.  Did you ever notice how high school boys act at the gym? A majority of the time, when they aren't tickling each other, they are flexing in front of the mirror and giggling...I witnessed this a majority of the time when I did work out in the afternoon and it bothered me.


So I rejoined after that month and half or so. A lot changed in that time I was gone. Half the morning people quit or transferred gyms, so I didn't have to listen to that anymore, and Stalker Steve seemed to have nabbed himself a girlfriend who shows up in his car now and again and works out there.  He won't even look at me now and I couldn't happier.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Hair update



January 2010                                                                                                January 2012

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Very Quick Updates

Hi Friends,

Just a quick update, as mentioned in my title...

I am getting married to my wonderful boyfriend of 4 years and 3 months on April 13, 2013. Planning a wedding is a lot more stress then I always imagined.

I have lost a total of 43 pounds. I was reading back through my blogs tonight when I first started and seeing how frustrated I was back then, makes me so proud to know that I stuck with it and am 8 pounds away from my original goal. On another note, I have extended my goal to 60 pounds, which will put me back at my highschool weight, which I will not disclose on this blog, ever...

Well, maybe when I actually reach the goal...very few people actually know the number.

My hair is also growing at an alarming rate thanks to the Biotin and B-12 vitamins I've been taking. This was also another one of my 'goals' in one of my old blogs I'm pretty sure was to let my hair grow out.

Anyways, more gym stories coming soon. Unfortunately, I have not had any encounters with Big Pat and Uncle B, but there are other real life characters to be born.

Nighty night.

Monday, December 12, 2011

The Downsides to Concerts



For anyone who knows me or anyone who has read my previous blogs, my boyfriend and I go to a lot of shows/concerts/music festivals. We are no strangers to the patchouli scented scene that is jam music.  I have attended the following shows:

The Monkees - Star Plaza Theatre, IN - 96'
Paul McCartney - The United Center, IL 99'
Warped Tour - Tweeter Center, IL - 01'
Warped Tour - Tweeter Center, IL - 03'
Summercamp Music Festival, IL -  04'
Particle - The Pearl Room, IL - 04'
Dave Matthews - Tweeter Center, IL - 04'
Particle - The Congress Theater - IL - 04'
Summercamp Music Fesitval, IL 05'
Dave Matthews - Alpine Music Theater, WI - 05'
Keller Williams - Canopy Club - 07'
Umphreys McGee - The Aragon, IL 08'
Rothbury Music Festival, MI - 08'
Disco Biscuits - Congress Theatre, IL - 09'
Keller Williams - Canopy Club - 09'
Umphreys McGee - Auditorium Theater, IL 09'
Phish - Alpine Valley Music Theater, WI - 09'
Phish (Festival 8) - Indio, CA - 09'
Keller Williams - The Canopy Club, IL - 10'
Phish - Alpine Valley Theater, WI -10'
Primus - Congress Theater, IL - 10'
Phish (Superball IX) - Watkins Glen, NY - 11'
String Cheese Incident - The Aragon, IL - 11'

Needless to say, I have been to quite a few shows.  Unfortunately the last show for Cheese was cut short, mainly because some asshole stole Ben's bank card at some point the night before and he didn't realize it until a half hour before we were supposed to leave for the concert. Naturally, that will instantly ruin your night, but also because we finally came to the realization of how ignorant the attendees are at these jam shows.

Firstly, The Aragon is a semi-huge venue in Chicago.  It can house a large amount of people easily, but apparently they never sell out of tickets and over stuff the venue for whatever reason with sweaty, smelly bodies, so Ben and I were literally backed into a wall for the 40 minute duration we made it through the show. I could not move. It's a good thing we didn't move too because had we moved, the asshole in front of us sporting a gigantic, bulging, backpack wouldn't have had any room to maneuver his giant asshole bag around in the crowd.  What are you carrying in that backpack? Your friends? A blanket? What gives? Why is it necessary that you bring a gigantic backpack into a sardine packed venue? It's like a wandering airbag that plows into innocent bystanders and knocks them down steps and into walls, and god forbid you should step into someone holding a dixie cup of beer that they just had to take out a second mortgage to purchase. Shame on you.

Secondly, it is a non-smoking venue. Have a little respect for the sea of people who don't smoke in the crowd, and don't blow your cigarette and weed smoke on us while your flailing around, punch dancing all of us.

Thirdly, If you have gigantic dreads, wear them down for the night. When you put your dreads in a ponytail, it creates a very deadly and large weapon of mass destruction that may have the same effect as the 'backpack guy' or even worse, possibly end up in the persons mouth trying to have a good time behind you. This also goes for girls will extremely long hair. There is no reason you have to put your ponytail up and then swing it around like Jan Brady. You don't pay property taxes on the tiny 1x1 space we all get, so knock the shit off. Nobody thinks you're cute accept all the drunk assholes blowing weed on people and punch dancing everyone. (Which reminds me, what is up with the fairy wings and tutus? You look retarded.)

Fourth, If you are going to throw glowsticks at a show (which I encourage), get the little, thin, glowsticks that you can make bracelets out of. Unfortunately, dumbasses will bring gigantic, thick glowsticks with hooks on them that rocket down and hurt people when they come down. Are you stupid? Why would you get these?  When you are in a store and you see gigantic glowsticks, that weigh approximately 2 pounds a peice, why the hell would you be like, 'Yeah, these will be a good idea, nobody really needs their eyes anyway." Seriously, have a little common sense. Assholes. OH, and don't even get me started on the Sky Lanterns. Do you understand how dangerous it is to bring those to a festival around all those dreadlocks? When you light them, you have to wait until they are ready to take off, but instead, without fail, some idiot will light it and try to throw it like a frisbee and it ends up falling back into the crowd.  These are at the outdoor festivals obviously, but it wouldn't surprise me if someone tried to let one go in a venue.

Lastly, why do you drive from Georgia to Chicago and then stand outside with $20 bucks to get a ticket? I guess I respect the fact that you are a dedicated fan, but shit, you can't wait until they come around to your state? It's not my problem, but still. Wtf? It seems pretty stupid to travel 16 hours or so with $20 bucks?

Other than that, I love shows and I love music, but after being at so many, all this stuff has just really started to get to me. No more indoor venue shows, not for awhile at least.