This weather is the most bipolar mess I've ever seen.
Yesterday its nearly 70 degrees and everyone's on the verge of whipping out the toe-thongs, and today its literally snowing.
Tomorrow we'll get a hurricane to complete the chaos.
Its been a crazy work week, and topped off with a Valentines sushi-coma.
I love sushi, but I get carried away in the moment and the next thing I know I'm staring at the last rainbow roll like I'm some Spartan warrior fighting to the death.
...Because nothing says Happy Valentine's Day like feeling the need to unbutton your pants at the table for all the wrong reasons.
Had we truly eaten on pillows, I'd been screwed with the whole getting-up thing.
I hope everyone had a great Valentines. Yes, its overrated but I still enjoy it. Here's a thought,..you love them, TELL THEM ON A NON-HOLIDAY. Novel idea.
I was spoiled by my sister-in-laws with flowers and Jan's version of "Happy-Valentines-Day-To-You"....not really a song, but hey it was creative and with Parkers everything is fair game.
Sparkles sent a few pieces of chocolate, a card, and a cartoon insert that made reference to a grandma's nipple piercing........this is normal. Welcome to my sick world.
For all the times she says my humor is inappropriate, apparently Sparkles has a spunky side that resonates with it. Don't let her fool you...
My week concluded with a few texts that honestly caught me by surprise.
All dealt with the whole body-image issue, and its such a delicate dance with that topic. One text came from the Target dressing room,...another from a bathroom floor...
It truly tears my soul to pieces to hear women openly hate themselves/their body/etc....but at the same time, their actions and habits may contribute to the very reason they feel the way they do.
Its tricky.
I get it.
And I would be lying if I said I've never been there myself. We all have "those days", but when it hits, it can hit hard.
I used to take a more hand-holding approach, and while I do think everyone deals with it differently and thus needs to be approached differently, I've come to realize that sometimes the same person that holds your hand, needs to kick your rear. Because at the end of the day, its you and only you. Not to say others will not be there, but learning to cultivate motivation in those moments and turn it into action is huge.
As I told one of the young women in tears, in those eye-opening, gut-level moments, you have 2 choices:
Continue to bask in a state of disbelief, pity, anger, and every other magnified emotion
OR
Move. Get up and choose to take necessary steps towards a healthier self.
For each person, those steps may look different, but its all for the sake of health and self-improvement.
One day at a time...
Well, its still snowing and I'm about to hit the coffee pot like a true addict.
Have a lovely weekend folks...
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Saturday, February 16, 2013
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Beach Recap and Monday Prep...
I've spent the last 3 hours in the recliner flipping through documentaries, Sex and the City, and bits and pieces of When Harry Met Sally. Great movie....ranks in my top 5. I would physically get up, but I currently feel incapable of such movement. I feel like I just got beat up behind the slide on the playground of life.
How does this happen just one day after vacation?
We got home yesterday afternoon and you would have thought I was on a countdown mission. I can't stand for stuff to just lay around for a few days after a trip, and a pile of beach-smelling laundry sends my OCD into overdrive. Within a couple hours I was out running errands and restocking the fridge. Speaking of, I made the mistake of going to Target on the Saturday before school starts. Horrible idea. It was like Christmas time in there only worse because it was NOT Christmas and I was dodging 5 year olds with scissors and college kids with oversize storage bins. All I wanted was toilet paper, paper towels, and sponges. I find a line with only 2 people in front of me, and before I was able to bask in my quick ability to locate a short line, the woman whips out her coupon notebook. Oh for the love of God! Couponers are multiplying like rabbits and it pretty much ruins my retail experience.
My mom would say its the perfect opportunity for me to practice patience.
I say its the perfect opportunity for mom-of-the-year to practice saving trees, forget the coupons, and heaven forbid buy ONE 12 pack of toilet paper instead of 6 for the sake of 2 bucks. Stop being a domestic hoarder.
I'll practice patience later.
Sorry mom.
My lip is almost completely healed.
Remember when I mentioned my brother tossing shells/rocks at me on the beach? Yeah, well apparently he felt the need to continue his sister-stoning attempt on Friday.
I'm walking into the ocean and he's out just a little further, and as I see him pick up some object from the water, there is a brief moment that I think holy crap, I'm about to get hit in the face. He winds up, tries to skip the object on top of the water, and after one bounce "Wham!" I took it straight to the mouth.
All of a sudden I was 10 years old again and wanting to punch him in the face.
Naturally, he was laughing....but also apologizing. Not sure why he thought it was a good idea, but I left the water with a slightly swollen lip and ready to fire back with a conch shell.
Apparently there is a fine line in family bonding and domestic violence.
Tomorrow is Monday and I am ready to get back in the gym.
4:16 will come extremely early, but if I'm not fully rested after a week off and a lazy Sunday, I deserve whatever crotch-kick life throws tomorrow.
I need a heavy lifting day as well. I was able to get to a gym twice while at the beach, but I felt sluggish and my "best" those days was probably more about 85%. Game time tomorrow folks.
I will leave you with a few pics from the family-beach-madness-of-2012....
How does this happen just one day after vacation?
We got home yesterday afternoon and you would have thought I was on a countdown mission. I can't stand for stuff to just lay around for a few days after a trip, and a pile of beach-smelling laundry sends my OCD into overdrive. Within a couple hours I was out running errands and restocking the fridge. Speaking of, I made the mistake of going to Target on the Saturday before school starts. Horrible idea. It was like Christmas time in there only worse because it was NOT Christmas and I was dodging 5 year olds with scissors and college kids with oversize storage bins. All I wanted was toilet paper, paper towels, and sponges. I find a line with only 2 people in front of me, and before I was able to bask in my quick ability to locate a short line, the woman whips out her coupon notebook. Oh for the love of God! Couponers are multiplying like rabbits and it pretty much ruins my retail experience.
My mom would say its the perfect opportunity for me to practice patience.
I say its the perfect opportunity for mom-of-the-year to practice saving trees, forget the coupons, and heaven forbid buy ONE 12 pack of toilet paper instead of 6 for the sake of 2 bucks. Stop being a domestic hoarder.
I'll practice patience later.
Sorry mom.
My lip is almost completely healed.
Remember when I mentioned my brother tossing shells/rocks at me on the beach? Yeah, well apparently he felt the need to continue his sister-stoning attempt on Friday.
I'm walking into the ocean and he's out just a little further, and as I see him pick up some object from the water, there is a brief moment that I think holy crap, I'm about to get hit in the face. He winds up, tries to skip the object on top of the water, and after one bounce "Wham!" I took it straight to the mouth.
All of a sudden I was 10 years old again and wanting to punch him in the face.
Naturally, he was laughing....but also apologizing. Not sure why he thought it was a good idea, but I left the water with a slightly swollen lip and ready to fire back with a conch shell.
Apparently there is a fine line in family bonding and domestic violence.
Tomorrow is Monday and I am ready to get back in the gym.
4:16 will come extremely early, but if I'm not fully rested after a week off and a lazy Sunday, I deserve whatever crotch-kick life throws tomorrow.
I need a heavy lifting day as well. I was able to get to a gym twice while at the beach, but I felt sluggish and my "best" those days was probably more about 85%. Game time tomorrow folks.
I will leave you with a few pics from the family-beach-madness-of-2012....
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Horrible Timing...
I woke up 4 times last night thinking I had ants on me.
I didn't.
Minor freak-out that managed to leave me a little more tired by the time I actually had to roll out of bed. Each time I turned on the light Oscar would look at me like I'm nuts. The 4th time I apparently interrupted an early-morning-bathing-session and when I flipped the light on he was in the process of cleaning his rear about 2 feet from my head. He just glared at me as if to remind me that he has less to clean down there because of me.
Darn right you do buddy. That $65 was an investment in Mebane's feline virginity.
I got my cardio out of the way before my morning clients which meant I was borderline asleep when I stepped on the treadmill, but was glad to have it done. I only downed about 1 cup of coffee before the sweat-session so I was definitely looking forward to the other 2 afterward. Ahhh yes, my coffee. Honestly, I'd probably snort it.
Overall, great start to the morning. One client showed up with a fever...seriously? Get your butt home. Yes, I sent him home...a minor head cold is one thing,...a fever, whole new ball game.
Time for a Target story...
I ran a couple of errands before my afternoon crowd, and my last stop was supposed to be Target. Well, after the second errand, my 5 year old bladder kicked in and I was practically losing my mind holding it on the highway. I contemplated heading straight back to the gym because I was already so tired, but figured I'd waddle into Target and head straight for the bathroom before getting my groceries.
I was seriously in pain. It was one of those moments where I literally could not think of anything else. I rushed to the bathroom and ran in the first stall. Surprisingly clean. Yay. I lock the door and then all of a sudden I hear a man's voice "...uhh...the bathroom is closed for cleaning!" Are you kidding me?! Who cleans the toilets at 1pm?! I mean, thank you for cleaning them, but damn you right now!
I was 2 seconds from saying screw it, playing deaf, and going anyway. Instead, I kept my pants on and headed for the meat department. It was going to be all I could do to make it back to work. Of course on the day I was in a rush, I get in the line with the slowest possible cashier. Not sure if it was a joke to her or if she'd gotten word from Joe in stall #4 that my bladder was about to explode, and thought it would be funny to fake rheumatoid arthritis and take as long as possible to ring up 12 items.
I made it to the car and just kept reminding myself I only had to make it 5 more minutes. I could do this. I turn on the car and all of a sudden DHT comes blaring through the speakers. For the record, when you gotta go, the remix version of Listen To Your Heart screaming at you feels like 2 midgets using your bladder as a punching bag. I was dying.
I rode in silence the rest of the way.
When I made it back to the gym I nearly ran over Garrett on my way to the bathroom.
That was the longest 37 minutes of my life today.
Thank you Target.
I'm exhausted just reliving that whole episode. My days are never dull, that's for sure.
And now its time to wash my dishes and head to bed. Tomorrow is packed, as well as the next 3 days...game time...
I didn't.
Minor freak-out that managed to leave me a little more tired by the time I actually had to roll out of bed. Each time I turned on the light Oscar would look at me like I'm nuts. The 4th time I apparently interrupted an early-morning-bathing-session and when I flipped the light on he was in the process of cleaning his rear about 2 feet from my head. He just glared at me as if to remind me that he has less to clean down there because of me.
Darn right you do buddy. That $65 was an investment in Mebane's feline virginity.
I got my cardio out of the way before my morning clients which meant I was borderline asleep when I stepped on the treadmill, but was glad to have it done. I only downed about 1 cup of coffee before the sweat-session so I was definitely looking forward to the other 2 afterward. Ahhh yes, my coffee. Honestly, I'd probably snort it.
Overall, great start to the morning. One client showed up with a fever...seriously? Get your butt home. Yes, I sent him home...a minor head cold is one thing,...a fever, whole new ball game.
Time for a Target story...
I ran a couple of errands before my afternoon crowd, and my last stop was supposed to be Target. Well, after the second errand, my 5 year old bladder kicked in and I was practically losing my mind holding it on the highway. I contemplated heading straight back to the gym because I was already so tired, but figured I'd waddle into Target and head straight for the bathroom before getting my groceries.
I was seriously in pain. It was one of those moments where I literally could not think of anything else. I rushed to the bathroom and ran in the first stall. Surprisingly clean. Yay. I lock the door and then all of a sudden I hear a man's voice "...uhh...the bathroom is closed for cleaning!" Are you kidding me?! Who cleans the toilets at 1pm?! I mean, thank you for cleaning them, but damn you right now!
I was 2 seconds from saying screw it, playing deaf, and going anyway. Instead, I kept my pants on and headed for the meat department. It was going to be all I could do to make it back to work. Of course on the day I was in a rush, I get in the line with the slowest possible cashier. Not sure if it was a joke to her or if she'd gotten word from Joe in stall #4 that my bladder was about to explode, and thought it would be funny to fake rheumatoid arthritis and take as long as possible to ring up 12 items.
I made it to the car and just kept reminding myself I only had to make it 5 more minutes. I could do this. I turn on the car and all of a sudden DHT comes blaring through the speakers. For the record, when you gotta go, the remix version of Listen To Your Heart screaming at you feels like 2 midgets using your bladder as a punching bag. I was dying.
I rode in silence the rest of the way.
When I made it back to the gym I nearly ran over Garrett on my way to the bathroom.
That was the longest 37 minutes of my life today.
Thank you Target.
I'm exhausted just reliving that whole episode. My days are never dull, that's for sure.
And now its time to wash my dishes and head to bed. Tomorrow is packed, as well as the next 3 days...game time...
Monday, April 9, 2012
Easter Recap...
I just bit the side of my mouth. Nothing like bleeding during your dinner that makes it tasty and borderline unsanitary.
Everyone survived Easter I assume. Family, food, Easter egg hunts, kids running around grabbing peeps like they haven't eaten in 3 days...ah yes, another holiday. I honestly had a trip looking at pictures on Facebook. For the record, the Easter Bunny should in no-way compete with Santa. What is wrong with you people? I saw Easter displays for babies and toddlers that looked like the entire Target store threw up on the couch. That child isn't old enough to wipe after the damage those peeps are going to do,....no need for all that. Things just got a little graphic. I apologize.
The highlight of my Easter was when my grandpa rolled into the service with an American flag tie on. And not one of those ties with a tiny print of flags that just looks like dots from across the room. No, I'm fairly certain it used to hang in the front yard. Wrong holiday Pop. I didn't know whether to hug him or salute him.
Well, my Monday was slightly nutty, as we started off the day at an event called The HUB. It was a 5k race, tennis tournament, and golf tournament in honor of Blake Hubbard. Today would've been his 15th birthday. It was definitely a sad day, and yet incredible to see so many people supporting the family and celebrating Blake's life.
After a very sobering morning, we headed back to the gym to squeeze in a workout and then get rolling with the afternoon crowd. I had chest, biceps, and cardio today. Everything felt heavy. My right shoulder was acting a little "off" today, but nothing serious. Tomorrow I'll hit shoulders and quads...not my favorite combo, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
Its late, and I'm exhausted.
Tuesday here we come....night folks!
Everyone survived Easter I assume. Family, food, Easter egg hunts, kids running around grabbing peeps like they haven't eaten in 3 days...ah yes, another holiday. I honestly had a trip looking at pictures on Facebook. For the record, the Easter Bunny should in no-way compete with Santa. What is wrong with you people? I saw Easter displays for babies and toddlers that looked like the entire Target store threw up on the couch. That child isn't old enough to wipe after the damage those peeps are going to do,....no need for all that. Things just got a little graphic. I apologize.
The highlight of my Easter was when my grandpa rolled into the service with an American flag tie on. And not one of those ties with a tiny print of flags that just looks like dots from across the room. No, I'm fairly certain it used to hang in the front yard. Wrong holiday Pop. I didn't know whether to hug him or salute him.
Well, my Monday was slightly nutty, as we started off the day at an event called The HUB. It was a 5k race, tennis tournament, and golf tournament in honor of Blake Hubbard. Today would've been his 15th birthday. It was definitely a sad day, and yet incredible to see so many people supporting the family and celebrating Blake's life.
After a very sobering morning, we headed back to the gym to squeeze in a workout and then get rolling with the afternoon crowd. I had chest, biceps, and cardio today. Everything felt heavy. My right shoulder was acting a little "off" today, but nothing serious. Tomorrow I'll hit shoulders and quads...not my favorite combo, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
Its late, and I'm exhausted.
Tuesday here we come....night folks!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Yup, still full...
Raise your hand if you're still in a food coma.
Odd request, being that if you were actually in a coma you could not physically raise your hand....I didn't think through that before I typed it.
Ah yes, here we are. Days after Thanksgiving and I'd be totally fine not seeing corn pudding for another few weeks. We literally ate our way through the day from one family function to another. Don't get me wrong, I paced myself, but by 7pm that night I literally felt sugar drunk. And that was just the start of my night...
Me, my sister-in-law Kelly, and my mom started shopping at 10pm. Yes, we are those people. I was standing in my first check-out line by 10:20 and slowly losing patience...it was going to be a loooong night. By 4:30am I had to lay in the floor at Belk while my mom checked out. I claimed to be holding her spot in line, but truth was that I just wanted a horizontal surface. Ever seen a 5 year old pout? Yeah, that was me...28 years old....at 4:30 in the morning....it was ridiculous.
My shopping trip ended at 7:15 in the morning...I drove home, and was asleep by 7:35.
Let me just say that when I woke up at 11:30, I was not a happy camper. I was a semi-suicidal camper. I honestly don't think my body has fully recovered. I know, I know, I did it to myself...
Here's a few pictures from Thanksgiving:
Me and Miss Haven...
Ryan and Haven...
As far as workouts go, I ran about 5.5 miles on Thanksgiving (and now have shin splints...awesome),...did back and core on Friday...light cardio on Saturday, and 45 minutes moderate intensity today. I'm ready to get back in the gym tomorrow. I feel like a noodle. Chest and perhaps some shoulders....after a long weekend, lack of sleep, and sugar-overload, this should be interesting.
Story of the day...
I'm in Target (where all my drama happens)....I grab my cart and start heading towards the back of the store. Now, I do not leisurely walk through that store. I wheel that cart like I am on a mission and probably violate any sort of woman-and-cart speed limit. The toy aisles are to my right and all of a sudden this boy (probably 7 yrs old or so) darts out in a full sprint and I T-bone him like mac truck. He falls in the floor, his mom is looking at him and I am trying so hard not to laugh. Only I would seriously injure someone with my cart in Target on a Sunday afternoon. Thankfully he was ok....perhaps now he'll look both ways, slow down, and even pack a helmet...
Time to get ready for tomorrow. I've got chicken to chop, a gym bag to pack, and dishes to wash...boooo
Night folks!
Odd request, being that if you were actually in a coma you could not physically raise your hand....I didn't think through that before I typed it.
Ah yes, here we are. Days after Thanksgiving and I'd be totally fine not seeing corn pudding for another few weeks. We literally ate our way through the day from one family function to another. Don't get me wrong, I paced myself, but by 7pm that night I literally felt sugar drunk. And that was just the start of my night...
Me, my sister-in-law Kelly, and my mom started shopping at 10pm. Yes, we are those people. I was standing in my first check-out line by 10:20 and slowly losing patience...it was going to be a loooong night. By 4:30am I had to lay in the floor at Belk while my mom checked out. I claimed to be holding her spot in line, but truth was that I just wanted a horizontal surface. Ever seen a 5 year old pout? Yeah, that was me...28 years old....at 4:30 in the morning....it was ridiculous.
My shopping trip ended at 7:15 in the morning...I drove home, and was asleep by 7:35.
Let me just say that when I woke up at 11:30, I was not a happy camper. I was a semi-suicidal camper. I honestly don't think my body has fully recovered. I know, I know, I did it to myself...
Here's a few pictures from Thanksgiving:
Me and Miss Haven...
As far as workouts go, I ran about 5.5 miles on Thanksgiving (and now have shin splints...awesome),...did back and core on Friday...light cardio on Saturday, and 45 minutes moderate intensity today. I'm ready to get back in the gym tomorrow. I feel like a noodle. Chest and perhaps some shoulders....after a long weekend, lack of sleep, and sugar-overload, this should be interesting.
Story of the day...
I'm in Target (where all my drama happens)....I grab my cart and start heading towards the back of the store. Now, I do not leisurely walk through that store. I wheel that cart like I am on a mission and probably violate any sort of woman-and-cart speed limit. The toy aisles are to my right and all of a sudden this boy (probably 7 yrs old or so) darts out in a full sprint and I T-bone him like mac truck. He falls in the floor, his mom is looking at him and I am trying so hard not to laugh. Only I would seriously injure someone with my cart in Target on a Sunday afternoon. Thankfully he was ok....perhaps now he'll look both ways, slow down, and even pack a helmet...
Time to get ready for tomorrow. I've got chicken to chop, a gym bag to pack, and dishes to wash...boooo
Night folks!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Easy as PIIIEEEEE!!!
A client brought me a peanut butter pie today....back to my sugar coma. That thing was unbelievable. A little bloated at the moment, but completely worth it Peanut butter is ridiculously high on my list of love...a few steps above plenty of people...
Well, I hit legs pretty hard today...they are already sore and going to the bathroom is more painful than it should ever be at 27 years old. But seriously, it felt great to leg press to the point I was certain my quads would explode. Ah yes, gotta love leg day. I was spent by the end, got in some core work, and then some cardio.
Workout:
Squats 4 x 10
Leg press 3 x 12
Hamstring curls on machine 3 x 12, drop set on set 3
Leg extensions 3 x 12, drop set on set 3
Rear glute raise/pulse on ball 3 x 60
Lunge jumps 3 x 20
BOSU sit-ups 3 x 15
Decline crunch/oblique crunch 3 x 20
Leg lifts 3 x 15
I'll do some sprints tomorrow...assuming my legs are functioning. One week off from sprints and I'm pretty sure I will feel it in the first 5 minutes. Can't wait.
Soooo, my Target story.
I met my mom at Target during my break yesterday, so I had about 45 minutes to knock around, catch up, and challenge myself to see how much I could buy in 45 minutes...I like that game...I win every time. Anyway, I was already pretty riled up (doesn't take much), and going on about it with my mom with all the appropriate foul language and dramatic hand gestures interspersed where necessary. (She's not a fan of this...she's a happy person...still not sure how she's my mom, but whatever). So there we were, and all of a sudden every screaming child within a 5 mile radius entered the store. I swear I was a magnet for every baby who was hungry, tired, or sitting in a crap filled diaper that needed to be changed. I nearly lost my mind. At one point a kid started crying in a very un-rhythmic, hysterical yelp that sent my anxiety through the roof. I cocked my head back and just shouted "For the love of God!!"....to which my mom simply replied, "well, looks like you're not ready for kids yet". Good call mom. And thank you to the mothers who decided to bring their children to Target yesterday....I will probably sleep alone for the next 4 weeks...
Well, I've got to cook some fish, clean dishes, and then figure out which spandex pants to wear tomorrow...decisions decisions...
Well, I hit legs pretty hard today...they are already sore and going to the bathroom is more painful than it should ever be at 27 years old. But seriously, it felt great to leg press to the point I was certain my quads would explode. Ah yes, gotta love leg day. I was spent by the end, got in some core work, and then some cardio.
Workout:
Squats 4 x 10
Leg press 3 x 12
Hamstring curls on machine 3 x 12, drop set on set 3
Leg extensions 3 x 12, drop set on set 3
Rear glute raise/pulse on ball 3 x 60
Lunge jumps 3 x 20
BOSU sit-ups 3 x 15
Decline crunch/oblique crunch 3 x 20
Leg lifts 3 x 15
I'll do some sprints tomorrow...assuming my legs are functioning. One week off from sprints and I'm pretty sure I will feel it in the first 5 minutes. Can't wait.
Soooo, my Target story.
I met my mom at Target during my break yesterday, so I had about 45 minutes to knock around, catch up, and challenge myself to see how much I could buy in 45 minutes...I like that game...I win every time. Anyway, I was already pretty riled up (doesn't take much), and going on about it with my mom with all the appropriate foul language and dramatic hand gestures interspersed where necessary. (She's not a fan of this...she's a happy person...still not sure how she's my mom, but whatever). So there we were, and all of a sudden every screaming child within a 5 mile radius entered the store. I swear I was a magnet for every baby who was hungry, tired, or sitting in a crap filled diaper that needed to be changed. I nearly lost my mind. At one point a kid started crying in a very un-rhythmic, hysterical yelp that sent my anxiety through the roof. I cocked my head back and just shouted "For the love of God!!"....to which my mom simply replied, "well, looks like you're not ready for kids yet". Good call mom. And thank you to the mothers who decided to bring their children to Target yesterday....I will probably sleep alone for the next 4 weeks...
Well, I've got to cook some fish, clean dishes, and then figure out which spandex pants to wear tomorrow...decisions decisions...
Monday, April 18, 2011
#134 Class C
What a weekend.
I feel like I have a hangover and I haven't even drank...yet...keyword yet. I woke up Saturday morning feeling great. I wasn't stiff, sore, bloated, tired, pissed off (it was early, give it time), or remotely apprehensive about the day. I enjoyed about 3 oz. of coffee as I put on my fake lashes and thick coats of makeup. I was going for the prostitute-look. Check. I woke Ryan up at 5:45 to put one last coat of tanner on my back...he was thrilled. Actually, he never complained...probably because I was naked, I get it. Anyway, I was out the door by 7:15 and on my way to check-in. Walking into the theater was truly exciting, and it honestly felt like 5 years flew by. Months of work for just one day. We had our athlete meeting, got our numbers, and then headed to dressing rooms to get ready and wait until it was our turn for pre-judging. Waiting around is tough because you have to time your food correctly. You're hardly eating anything that day, and the carbs that you are eating need to be just enough to give you a slight pump without "spilling over" and looking flat. I'm pretty sure Quaker's stock went up with all the rice cakes that were eaten that day backstage.
By 10:15 they call us upstairs to start pumping up and to get oiled down. I can already tell at this point that I should have packed some potassium pills. I was cramping like hell. I pushed through about 15 minutes of weights backstage (already sweating like a dog), and headed over to get oiled up. I don't care who you are, having PAM rubbed on your inner thigh is a little awkward....so what do I do? I make inappropriate comments to keep the guy laughing so its not so weird. Looking back, I may not have helped the situation. O-well, I tried...
So it wasn't until that point that you all line up backstage that you're able to get a good look at the ladies in your height class. I got in my numerical position, looked down the line, and laughed. In all the competitions I've been in at the state level, this was by far the most competitive group of women. Every single person was stage-ready. This would be tough. Very tough. I was amazed at how "hard" the women were though...very vascular, striated shoulders, and pretty darn big....and yet, at the pro-level the look is getting a little softer with smooth lines/shape. So it just boiled down to what the judges were looking for that day.
They filed us out there in a single line across the stage and we went straight into quarter turns. I flexed a little too hard the first 2 and shook a little bit. Back on target for the rest. I honestly was not sure how the judging would fall. But I did know that if they did not lean more towards a smoother look, I would not do well.
After prejudging, I had about 4 hours to kill before meeting back for the night show....so Ryan and I went to a couple of local stores to knock around for a bit. I smelled horrible. Between the paint, PAM, and not showering in over a day, I could clear a room in a heartbeat. I was highly flammable as well. I'm sure people were wondering where in the world Ryan found a hooker on a Saturday afternoon. Not busting on hookers that work afternoons...happy hour has to start at some point. I was exhausted...dehydrated, hungry, and in much need of a shower. BUT, the show rolls on. I was back at the theater by 4:30 and gearing up for the show at 6pm.
For the record, these shows are EXTREMELY long, so again, timing my food and what not was very hard. Long story short, I didn't actually go on stage until around 10:15 or so. Talk about a long day. From about 8:00 Friday night until 11:00 Saturday night I had about 10 oz. of water and 700 calories. By that point I was beyond hungry and just wanted to chug water like it was my job...didn't need that over-priced Fiji crap, it could be bath water, I didn't care...
So that was my day in a nutshell...now down to business. I can say with confidence that I felt great going into Saturday and I would not change a thing about my preparation up until that point. The only thing I expected was to bring my best that day, and I did. It was an incredibly competitive group, and I did not place. At the moment I was bummed, but I was not disappointed in myself. I did everything I'd expected of myself, and that's all you can do in a subjective sport. The judges clearly wanted a harder look. That was not me. To give you an idea, I took the stage at a solid 130 pounds (not exactly tiny for someone barely over 5'4"), and the winner was 5'5" and pushing 145. First time I've looked small in awhile. Ironically, the photographers and a few other promoters there loved what I brought to the stage and advised me not to change. So that certainly leaves me with a few choices to make before the next show. Oh the dilemma...
I felt good on the way home that night. I was ready to sleep, eat some m&m's, and then hit the weights hard today. I think my perspective on the entire day was a world of difference from 5 years ago, and I am pleased with my own work and strides along the way. No time for disappointment and what ifs,...pick up and move on. I still plan to do another show in the fall. I want to put on a little more muscle in my shoulders and arms, and then be a tad more conditioned. BUT, I also want to enjoy my summer and have beer with friends...or a beer with my one friend...and act like I have somewhat of a normal social life...
I was so blown away by the number of texts, emails, and facebook messages I received Saturday. You people rock my world. There I was exhausted, alone in a sea of Protan and PAM, eating rice cakes like it was manna, and one after another you contacted me to wish me luck and say you were thinking of me. I was beyond touched. I tried to respond as promptly as possible...even though a couple of times my fingers stuck to my phone because I was in the process of gluing my suit down with bikini-bite. Its a glue stick for your ass. I had glue in places one should never have glue....but those places already had paint, so what was a little glue to top it off? Anyway, I am truly grateful...thank you...dearly...
So I'm sure you're wondering what I ate yesterday. Ha, I knew it. I honestly wasn't too hungry, but if I wanted something, anything, I ate it. I had some honey roasted peanuts, a tortilla soft shell with peanut butter (its called a sex wrap), m &m's, and about 3 bowls of cereal for dinner. I was sugar drunk. It was great.
Holy crap, have a written a book yet?! Pretty soon Blogger is going to throw out a pop-up that says "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP TYPING"...stupid computer. On that note, let's talk about today. HA. I was absolutely THRILLED to get back in the gym. My chest is going to be so sore tomorrow...I can't wait. I want every inch of these A-cups to be in pain baby. I hit chest and shoulders hard...sets of 8, very heavy. Then, I did cardio...and actually didn't mind it. I must still be sugar drunk. Kidding...I was just eager to get moving again...
Well, I think that is all for now. I am tired. Legs tomorrow boys and girls...going heavy...can't take it anymore. And I have a good Target story coming as well....that store will most likely be the death of me...
I feel like I have a hangover and I haven't even drank...yet...keyword yet. I woke up Saturday morning feeling great. I wasn't stiff, sore, bloated, tired, pissed off (it was early, give it time), or remotely apprehensive about the day. I enjoyed about 3 oz. of coffee as I put on my fake lashes and thick coats of makeup. I was going for the prostitute-look. Check. I woke Ryan up at 5:45 to put one last coat of tanner on my back...he was thrilled. Actually, he never complained...probably because I was naked, I get it. Anyway, I was out the door by 7:15 and on my way to check-in. Walking into the theater was truly exciting, and it honestly felt like 5 years flew by. Months of work for just one day. We had our athlete meeting, got our numbers, and then headed to dressing rooms to get ready and wait until it was our turn for pre-judging. Waiting around is tough because you have to time your food correctly. You're hardly eating anything that day, and the carbs that you are eating need to be just enough to give you a slight pump without "spilling over" and looking flat. I'm pretty sure Quaker's stock went up with all the rice cakes that were eaten that day backstage.
By 10:15 they call us upstairs to start pumping up and to get oiled down. I can already tell at this point that I should have packed some potassium pills. I was cramping like hell. I pushed through about 15 minutes of weights backstage (already sweating like a dog), and headed over to get oiled up. I don't care who you are, having PAM rubbed on your inner thigh is a little awkward....so what do I do? I make inappropriate comments to keep the guy laughing so its not so weird. Looking back, I may not have helped the situation. O-well, I tried...
So it wasn't until that point that you all line up backstage that you're able to get a good look at the ladies in your height class. I got in my numerical position, looked down the line, and laughed. In all the competitions I've been in at the state level, this was by far the most competitive group of women. Every single person was stage-ready. This would be tough. Very tough. I was amazed at how "hard" the women were though...very vascular, striated shoulders, and pretty darn big....and yet, at the pro-level the look is getting a little softer with smooth lines/shape. So it just boiled down to what the judges were looking for that day.
They filed us out there in a single line across the stage and we went straight into quarter turns. I flexed a little too hard the first 2 and shook a little bit. Back on target for the rest. I honestly was not sure how the judging would fall. But I did know that if they did not lean more towards a smoother look, I would not do well.
After prejudging, I had about 4 hours to kill before meeting back for the night show....so Ryan and I went to a couple of local stores to knock around for a bit. I smelled horrible. Between the paint, PAM, and not showering in over a day, I could clear a room in a heartbeat. I was highly flammable as well. I'm sure people were wondering where in the world Ryan found a hooker on a Saturday afternoon. Not busting on hookers that work afternoons...happy hour has to start at some point. I was exhausted...dehydrated, hungry, and in much need of a shower. BUT, the show rolls on. I was back at the theater by 4:30 and gearing up for the show at 6pm.
For the record, these shows are EXTREMELY long, so again, timing my food and what not was very hard. Long story short, I didn't actually go on stage until around 10:15 or so. Talk about a long day. From about 8:00 Friday night until 11:00 Saturday night I had about 10 oz. of water and 700 calories. By that point I was beyond hungry and just wanted to chug water like it was my job...didn't need that over-priced Fiji crap, it could be bath water, I didn't care...
So that was my day in a nutshell...now down to business. I can say with confidence that I felt great going into Saturday and I would not change a thing about my preparation up until that point. The only thing I expected was to bring my best that day, and I did. It was an incredibly competitive group, and I did not place. At the moment I was bummed, but I was not disappointed in myself. I did everything I'd expected of myself, and that's all you can do in a subjective sport. The judges clearly wanted a harder look. That was not me. To give you an idea, I took the stage at a solid 130 pounds (not exactly tiny for someone barely over 5'4"), and the winner was 5'5" and pushing 145. First time I've looked small in awhile. Ironically, the photographers and a few other promoters there loved what I brought to the stage and advised me not to change. So that certainly leaves me with a few choices to make before the next show. Oh the dilemma...
I felt good on the way home that night. I was ready to sleep, eat some m&m's, and then hit the weights hard today. I think my perspective on the entire day was a world of difference from 5 years ago, and I am pleased with my own work and strides along the way. No time for disappointment and what ifs,...pick up and move on. I still plan to do another show in the fall. I want to put on a little more muscle in my shoulders and arms, and then be a tad more conditioned. BUT, I also want to enjoy my summer and have beer with friends...or a beer with my one friend...and act like I have somewhat of a normal social life...
I was so blown away by the number of texts, emails, and facebook messages I received Saturday. You people rock my world. There I was exhausted, alone in a sea of Protan and PAM, eating rice cakes like it was manna, and one after another you contacted me to wish me luck and say you were thinking of me. I was beyond touched. I tried to respond as promptly as possible...even though a couple of times my fingers stuck to my phone because I was in the process of gluing my suit down with bikini-bite. Its a glue stick for your ass. I had glue in places one should never have glue....but those places already had paint, so what was a little glue to top it off? Anyway, I am truly grateful...thank you...dearly...
So I'm sure you're wondering what I ate yesterday. Ha, I knew it. I honestly wasn't too hungry, but if I wanted something, anything, I ate it. I had some honey roasted peanuts, a tortilla soft shell with peanut butter (its called a sex wrap), m &m's, and about 3 bowls of cereal for dinner. I was sugar drunk. It was great.
Holy crap, have a written a book yet?! Pretty soon Blogger is going to throw out a pop-up that says "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP TYPING"...stupid computer. On that note, let's talk about today. HA. I was absolutely THRILLED to get back in the gym. My chest is going to be so sore tomorrow...I can't wait. I want every inch of these A-cups to be in pain baby. I hit chest and shoulders hard...sets of 8, very heavy. Then, I did cardio...and actually didn't mind it. I must still be sugar drunk. Kidding...I was just eager to get moving again...
Well, I think that is all for now. I am tired. Legs tomorrow boys and girls...going heavy...can't take it anymore. And I have a good Target story coming as well....that store will most likely be the death of me...
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