Monthly Archives: September 2015

P90X Day #60 Check In

Hello Day #60! I don’t know how much I look it, but I sure feel like a totally different person than I did 60 days ago. For some reason, this go around has been completely different than the previous ones in a very positive way. I feel like I’m really coming to love & respect my body, and understand it’s nutritional needs on a very personal level. I like it.

Without further ado, here are my new stats:

150  x  10   =  1500 Calories
Weight  x  10   =  Resting Metabolic Rate (RMR)

1500  x  .20   =  300 Calories
RMR  x  .20   =  Daily Activity Burn (DAB)

1530  +   300  +  400   =  2230 Calories
RMR  +  DAB  +  P90X  =  Daily Energy Requirement

Measurements & Weight

DAY 0 DAY 30 DAY 60 DAY 90
Weight 158.2 lbs  153.8  149.4
Body Mass Index 25.0  24.1  23.5
Body Fat % 26.5%  25.7%  25.6%
Chest 35.5″  35.25″  35.0″
Waist 33.0″  29.5″  29.0″
Hips 36.5″  35.0″  34.5″
Left Thigh 24.0″”  23.0″  22.0″
Left Bicep (Flexed) 12.0″  12.5″  11.5″
Left Forearm 9.5″  9.5″  9.0″
TOTAL INCHES LOST 6.75″  10.0″

Before & After Photos

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All I can think when I look at these pictures is, “Wow, those last 3.8 pounds came straight off my boobs.” Lol! Ok, maybe I also think, “Next time I should remember to brush my hair before doing pictures.” (I may have rolled out of bed and immediately been like “CHECK IN DAY!”)

My hips, butt, and thighs will probably never be my ideal size, but I’m learning to be okay with that & focus on the positives of my body. Like the fact that it can run a mile in nine and a half minutes, do plyometric lunges, and survive Yoga X (believe me, Yoga X may sound relaxing, but the first half of it is the killer workout to end all killer workouts).

In summary, I am super jazzed to continue my journey, and feel confident that my trip to Washington in a couple days is not going to kill my workout or nutrition goals. Here’s to thirty more days!

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More Than a Number

My Day 60 weigh in for P90X is in 2 days. Normally I’d be stressing about reducing my calorie intake, getting extra workouts in (“Let’s go for a 5 mile walk, Madelyn!”), or the fact that I didn’t stick to my diet the past 5 days because I was on my period and failed to control my cravings.

The things is… I’m not. In fact, I just sat down and ate a plate full of pulled pork and barbecue sauce – with no remorse! Last night, I was having a sweets craving, so I went and grabbed a Zone Perfect Bar (my go-to sweet/semi-healthy treat), even though I had already hit my calorie goal for the today.

And that’s ok.

The week before my period, I never feel hungry, so I made the decision to aim for a 1000 calorie deficit per day. I lost two and a half pounds that week – more than double my goal number.

Then last week, my period hit in full force and I watched that number slowly climb back up a pound and a half. I tried to maintain my deficit, but the fact was I was starving all the time (and I always am on my period). So for once, instead of fighting, binging, and feeling guilty, I decided to honor my body. I listened to what it wanted, let myself go back for seconds, or eat some chocolate, and trusted that this wasn’t me “falling off the wagon” like happened 2/3 of the way through P90X3 last winter.

Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned through my running, working out, weight loss, healthy eating journey, it’s that my body is more than just a number on a scale. I may not be at the weight I have idealized in my head, but my body continues to impress me and accomplish amazing things that I never thought it could do. I’ve ran a half marathon for crying out loud! I blitzed my previous best mile time into the ground by 27 seconds last week. I can do plyometric lunges! I remember when I first saw those in P90X3 in January, I laughed out loud because there was no way that this girl would ever be able to do those. But I can, and I am.

For the first time in my life, I am proud of and pleased with my body. Even though it’s nowhere near the prettiest or skinniest it’s ever been. Am I still working toward my 145 pound goal? Sure I am. It’s just that instead of working against my body, I’ve chosen to work with it this time. And I know we’ll get there together (even if it isn’t in 90 days).

This IS the Week

I’m trying to make peace with my Facebook news feed. I disagree with… most of my family on political, social, and even (what I consider to be) ethical issues. Many a time, I’ve woken up, opened Facebook, and been bombarded with what I perceive as negativity and even bigotry. I declare to my husband, “Today is the day! I’m unfriending all of them.”

But I never do. You see, as a Christian, I am called to love everyone. It is my job to share Christ’s love and peace (notice I didn’t say “the message of” before “Christ’s love and peace”) with anyone and everyone who will have it. So… as long as they don’t reject me, I will continue to do my best to embrace them exactly as they are… after all, I’m sure there are days they also wake up, read my status and declare, “Today is the day! I’m unfriending her.”

I will sometimes engage my mother or sister in debate, because I know it’s something they are open to and even enjoy, but for the most part, I try to keep quiet about things that are none of my damn business. Still, I have always had a particular heart for those who seem to be the most difficult to love… so sometimes when everyone – especially when generally reasonable & kind people jump on the band wagon of hating on someone, it’s too much for me. I have to speak up.

So I saw this meme on my newsfeed this evening:

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Where can I even begin describing how many ways this meme makes my heart hurt?

First, that it was posted by someone I would generally consider and affirm to be a loving, forgiving, faithful Christian woman. Of course, we are all flawed, and carry hurts in our hearts, but I just really couldn’t believe that her heart was so calloused as to truly feel this way about the refugees.

Second, is this what we want our country to be? What happened to “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free”?

Why does it have to be America against the rest of the world? It’s that kind of thinking that prompted the attacks on the World Trade Center fourteen years ago, and yet we continue to not only allow to exist, but to propagate it.

These refugees are the hearts and the minds that the likes of Al Qaeda and ISIS have sought to turn against us. Let’s not be to them the monsters that extremists and terrorists have told them we are. Of all weeks, this is the one to show them that we are a country of empathy & compassion.

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

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I’m just five days shy of my P90X Day 60 weigh in and measurements. But you know what? SCREW THEM. I feel fantastic, and I know I’ve made enormous strides without even looking in the mirror or stepping on a scale.

You see, I used to be a runner. It took me almost a year of running 3 miles on a near daily basis, followed by months of training for a half marathon before I would even call myself a runner. “Oh, I’m not a runner. I just like to run.” Eff that shit. If you run, you’re a runner. I should’ve owned and been proud of it.

Well, last November, being my first winter in upstate New York (that’s right, winter starts in November here), I got a little culture shock – or should I say, freeze. It froze me right out of my regular, daily, enjoyable runs. I didn’t run at all. Until I did a 5k in May. And then I didn’t run again, until I told my mother in law I’d do C25k with her (she had double hip replacement surgery last year, and her goal is to run a 5k).

Well, it turns out that 60 seconds of running and 90 seconds of walking was just enough to wet my appetite. I thought I had gotten over cardio; I loved P90X3 – enough to want to torture myself with double the length workouts and do P90X. But it turns out a part of me just… wants to run! I ran forever, but I guess it took me a year of not running to realize that I really am a runner.

So I took Madelyn (my yellow lab baby) out for a jog this afternoon. Nothing serious, nothing difficult – just some fun. We were cruising along when I heard, “One mile mark: 10 minutes and 9 seconds.” WHAT?! 10 minutes? But we were going sloooow! That’s when I decided to push it. I knew if I did intervals, I could potentially meet or maybe even beat my best average mile time (9:50, from when I used to run daily).

We did two miles (we had both already run with my mother in law at 5 am), and our final clock in was 18:57. In other words, a 9:27.5 average per mile. Which means we blew that second mile out of the FREAKING WATER. I couldn’t believe it. How fast I was. How strong I felt. I almost cried. I definitely fist bumped my dog and told her how proud I was of us, and I didn’t even care that the guy riding by on his bike kinda giggled at us.

This is huge for me. I used to interval train, sprint train, negative split – anything and everything to shave mere seconds off my mile time. And what finally shaved an entire minute off of it??? Not running. Sure, I did the Tony Horton P90X/3 prescribed cardio, but I focused primarily on strength training. I can’t believe it. I have completely blown my expectations for myself out of the water, and find myself simply in awe of how strong, fast, and beautiful my body is.