Only two posts in October? I would apologize, but then again who likes reading forced blog posts anyway? So, I should really say “you’re welcome.” What’s new, friends? The first part of this post is gonna be a cop-out, rehashing of notable Facebook and Instagram posts I’ve made since the last time we talked.

Like the first time I was recognized outside of my circle of friends from my Weight Watchers success story. Also the day I found out I was on the app (incorrectly calling me a Meetings Member).
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The day I had lunch with amazing runners at Yard House in Downtown LA. Many of them were from out of town to run the Rock ‘n Roll LA Half Marathon. (Photo credit: @pavementrunner)
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…including my Weight Watchers sister, Dani from Weight Off My Shoulders.
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That time Francelina from Biggest Loser 14 said I’d given her hope.

And when I dressed up as Psylocke on Halloween, then compared it to my last photographed Halloween costume. Then used one of those ridiculous Halloween themed backgrounds.
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As you can see, Bow and Sioux most definitely wanted in on the Halloween action as well. Don’t be fooled by the looks of contempt on their faces; they’re just trying to be cool.
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As for exercise and activity? Still chugging along. Last Tuesday I did walk/jog intervals for a distance of 5K at a respectable time. Any stamina I’ve built up during my training days is gone; it’s like I’ve got chain smoker lungs again. The next day, my coworkers and I hit up a cardio bootcamp type class where the focus of the day was abs. By now I am cleared for pretty much any exercise, but holy shitface is my core super weak! That was Wednesday. It is now Sunday, and I am still incredibly sore all over. Getting out of bed, sneezing, coughing, getting punched in the gut by the dogs…it’s as if I’m recovering from the tummy tuck again.

And as for nutrition…still half-assedly tracking on both WW eTools and My Fitness Pal. Still having an on again, off again relationship with the 7-8 pounds I’ve gained from my lowest weight. One would think that it’s frustrating, but it’s not, because I know what I’m doing or not doing that’s keeping me from my ultimate goal weight. That unicorn is becoming less and less important to me as time goes on, but it goes in phases. I am currently in the phase where I’m like “FUCK YOU, NUMBER ON THE SCALE! I STILL LOOK GOOD (pretty sure I think)!” Which is an awesome segue into the next subject…

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This week I am really excited to be trying out the Quantum Scale that was sent to me to review and give away to one lucky reader. I programmed my “starting weight” this morning, and will test it out the rest of this week, finishing off with a review and giveaway next weekend. Stay tuned for more!


This week, there were no excuses. There was no half-assing it. There wasn’t going to be speed walking and eating healthy meals for two thirds of the day thinking it was “good enough” or “better than nothing.” I am healthy and 99% recovered, so I am back to being a full time loser.

On Sunday morning, I woke up bright and early to catch the first spin class of the day. I like this instructor because she’s tough, but doesn’t make you feel bad if you don’t want to push yourself too hard. I work better that way; I’m not the type of person you can threaten and abuse into submission. She also had the Breaking Bad soundtrack playing while we warmed up, which might have fueled my workout more than anything. Yes, I was one of those freaks that wouldn’t shut up about the series finale. If that is wrong, then I don’t want to be right…bitch.

When I got home, before I took my shower (I have to strategically plan my G.D. showers these days because of the silicone strips), I finished my first day of my second attempt at New Rules of Lifting for Women. I kept the weights relatively light, and did the push-ups on my knees as to not overdo it. Even doing the push-ups on my knees felt really weird on my chest muscles. They are still getting used to having implants underneath them.

Monday and Tuesday were scheduled rest days, and last night I did the second workout of Stage 1. The beauty of NROLFW is you only have to train three times a week, and additional cardio is totally optional. That is my kind of workout plan. Anyway, I’m doing it right this time with an Olympic barbell.

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Here’s a handy tip: an Olympic barbell is heavy. And long. And when you’re a 5 foot tall weakling like me, transporting it from the front door to the backyard is a bit of an adventure. I am happy to report that I made it back there with zero damage to myself, my dogs, or the furniture and door jambs in my house.

Here’s another handy tip: the weights that came with your Les Mills PUMP set and that other cheapy set you bought on Amazon will not fit on the Olympic bar. It’s a good thing it’s 45 pounds on its own and that’s about what you can handle at this point anyway.

It’s 6:30pm right now and I had every intention of taking the 7:15 spin class, but I forgot that IT’S TIME FOR DODGER BASEBALL!!! So, I have about 10 minutes to decide either way.


When you’re almost 32 years old, do not have college binge drinking experience under your belt, are a lot smaller than you once were, and haven’t consumed much alcohol lately, drinking five out of seven days is probably not smart. Especially when, on the final day, you drank so much you haven’t the faintest idea how you made it home in one piece. That was Saturday (Sunday?), it is now Thursday, and I think I am finally shaking off that hangover. Not a good look on me. No more booze for a while. It was fun as hell though.

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On Monday, Bowie had a dental cleaning appointment, and if you’re a dog owner, you know that they have to be put under general anesthesia for a decent one. He’s turning 3 in November and has never had his teeth cleaned, so it was time. Turns out he also had two little tiny teeth that were coming loose, so those had to be extracted. This picture was taken before Bowie knew what was about to happen to him, and before I knew I was about to spend $700 (AGAIN) on one of my dogs.

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Later that day, I had another appointment with Dr. Minniti to replace the tape on my arms. I’m sorry to complain about this again, but the drive from the valley to, well, anywhere outside of the valley is such a fucking pain in my ass. Especially Beverly Hills since it’s not near the 101 or 405.

My boobs and stomach are healing well. My arms, however, were getting really irritated by the tape. When he pulled it off, there was a rash developing on my left arm. A little bit on my right arm as well, but not as bad. He decided to leave the tape off a few days to see how it looks when I come back today. Maybe I won’t need tape anymore and maybe he’ll switch me over to a tape that I can apply myself at home. PLEASE let that be the case! I’ll find out today at noon. It’s already starting to look a little better though. Top row is from Monday and bottom row is last night.

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My left arm is much more swollen than my right (it’s flipped in the photo above), however the scar on my right arm seems to be widening a bit. Hopefully that won’t get much wider.

Today I am expecting a delivery from Pete’s Paleo, which is a Paleo (duh) meal delivery service based out of San Diego. For my first run, I’m getting a week’s worth of lunches and dinners, plus snacks. Their menu looks great and I can’t wait to try it out. I researched and purchased the meals myself and will probably be reviewing them after if I’m not too lazy.

I need some structure back in my life, pronto. I know I always say that. Everyone always says that. I’ll get back there again; I know I will. Last night was a good start; I went to Spin which was my first real workout since having surgery. That jog/walk thing I did on the treadmill doesn’t really count.

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I’d been racking my brain trying to find low impact workouts that won’t bore me. Spin is definitely one of them, especially since I don’t have to strain my arms at all, but getting to the spin studio is half the battle. Then I remembered T25. I can’t remember how much arm is involved, but I can probably handle it at this point. I may have to alternate between the regular and modified versions of workouts, but at least it’s something. So yeah, T25 is on the agenda tonight. Me and my old buddy, Shaun T! Together again.


Yesterday, as I was taking my morning stroll around the block, I loaded up Instagram for some mindless entertainment. The little orange notification popped up and said something ridiculous like 78 new followers. Whaaaat? That’s weird. Then, I clicked to my main page and saw that I had 600 more followers than I had an hour prior. I literally stumbled and nearly tripped from shock. Apparently, one of those popular, half-a-million-followed fitnessy IG accounts so kindly shared my photo, sending all the new buddies my way.

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(lol @ the comment saying I’m fake) By the time the dust settled, I went from around 1,000 yesterday morning, to over 2,500 last night. It is mildly terrifying that I now have a bunch of strangers just… there. Scrolling. And judging. I know it’s nothing compared to people who have 10K, 20K and more, but I feel like a horrible person when I can’t respond to every single comment. IG’s notification system is not the greatest, so I’ve been missing a lot. Thanks for the love, instagramfitness! And no, I will not be reading any of the comments on that photo because I’m a big wuss.

Photo Sep 09, 9 04 02 PMIn other news, I worked out on Monday! Technically two days before I was cleared to run, but I took it easy. I made sure to strap my stomach down with a neoprene binder, and held the boobs in place with my Moving Comfort Fiona bra.

The plan was to do a power walk while watching Boardwalk Empire, but instead I warmed up for five minutes, then alternated slow jogging (4.5) and walking (3.5) for one minute each until I hit two miles.

My stomach felt great! Actually, I didn’t feel it at all, which was amazing. Just what I was hoping for when I get back into running for realsies. It tingled a little bit when I got off the treadmill, but I think it was from all the sweat. My boobs, on the other hand, were still pretty tender with each bounce. I don’t think I’m hurting them; I just think it’s a matter of getting used to. I mean, even driving over speed bumps is still a challenge for me.

I was genuinely excited that I was able to work out. I’ll try again tonight if I don’t get home too late, and I plan on going to spin on Sunday morning. I don’t even think I’ll have to do the beginner spin class because my lungs felt fine. Didn’t get winded that much.

This must be what it’s like to be a non-smoker. Sunday marks three months smoke-free, by the way! The best part is, despite being around it a fair amount (I try to stay away from second-hand smoke though; still healing) and having so many triggers like drinking and hanging out with crackhead, it has been really easy to resist. Woo, go me.

 


You’ll hardly ever catch me complaining about a Monday morning. Of course there are a dozen other places I’d rather be than at work, like on my own private island, but I like my job. The human interaction with non-sloppy drunk crackheads is always a welcome beginning to the week.

ww-tracking090913The day started off with a rare, and long overdue visit with my Weight Watchers tracker (and MyFitnessPal too). Clearly my second round of Whole30 was not a success, nor was my transition into full time Paleo. Call it lack of discipline, laziness, or rebellion, I don’t know. I just find myself over-thinking shit and getting stressed out in the process.

I’ve said it so many times before. Weight Watchers is what works for me. Weight Watchers is what I need to do for the long haul. Just like every food philosophy out there, it is not for everyone. And while there is technically no wrong way to use your points, there is a way to use them intelligently.

I know my constant back and forth gets tiring. It just goes to show that even after having been at this for so long, and after over 130 pounds lost, I still don’t really know what the HELL I’m doing. It’s a process…

Getting back into some sort of regular workout routine will help a lot; there is a serious lack of endorphins in my life. I’ve done light things, like my thrice-daily walks around the block (a little over 1/4 mile each) to break up the work day, and I walk around/take the stairs as much as possible. Thankfully I am cleared to start doing more this week. Dr. Minniti says I can even start jogging, so I will try that in the mornings or evenings when it’s not too hot.

My spin studio offers a beginner class which is shorter in length, and helpful to those getting back into it after a long hiatus. I miss spin and it’s relatively low impact, so that’s another option. The main thing is I don’t want to use my arms too much yet, and jumping around and bouncing hurts my boobs. Dr. Minniti assures me my breasts are healing just fine, but I still get a little paranoid that I’m going to dislodge them somehow. I’m totally smart and reasonable.

Let’s make it a good week, shall we?


There is a plastic surgery trilogy in the works, with most of part one complete, but I am waiting to complete and publish that one closer to my surgery date. In the meantime, here’s a “filler” episode.

After I finished Whole30, my nutrition remained paleo for the most part. I had frozen yogurt one day and emergency tortilla chips after a lab appointment to avoid passing out. Truth be told, I’m absolutely terrified of eating noncompliant foods. Not so much natural ones like full fat dairy and legumes, but anything processed, and definitely bread, rice and pasta. So, I’m being really good, but have sorta slacked on the vegetables. The other day I made carrot fries using Can You Stay For Dinner’s recipe and they were delicious. Tasted just like sweet potato fries.

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I don’t know what I weigh, but I am currently in the “drastic loss” week of my menstrual cycle. I’m going to guess I’m about 144-145. My workouts have been pretty solid. By the end of every New Rules of Lifting workout, I’m dripping in sweat and out of breath. That doesn’t usually happen on resistance only days, but I’ve been using pretty heavy weights.

In between lifting, I loosely follow T25. Last night I did Cardio, and nearly quit because of my skin flopping around everywhere. I made the mistake of wearing regular shorts, not my compression pants. Jumping jacks were being a total asshole and my stomach skin felt like it was going to rip right off. I hate you, stomach skin. So fucking much. Your lease is up in a week though, bitch.

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Speaking of bitch, Breaking Bad returns Sunday. This is going to be so bittersweet. I’ve loved many TV shows, but never did I kinda wish they’d delay the final episodes so that it wouldn’t ever end. At least I know Game of Thrones has like another 80 seasons before they finish out the books.

lashesIn girly news, I got myself a pair of semi-permanent fake eyelashes to go along with my semi-permanent fake boobs. I’ve mentioned before that I hate putting on make up, doing my hair, or anything beauty related that takes longer than 10 minutes. Hell, I don’t even comb my hair before going out anymore.

Eyelash extensions are all the rage, and there are deals popping up for them left and right. A salon that specializes in them opened up down the street from me, so I finally tried them out.

I. LOVE. THEM.

In this picture, I’m not wearing ANY eye makeup and there are no filters used. I told her I wanted a natural look, and that’s what she gave me. I literally shaved 10 minutes off my morning routine, which is priceless to me.

Why do I have runners envy when there’s nothing stopping me from lacing up and hitting the pavement? I had to unsubscribe from some blogs because I was jealous of their races and training recaps. So unnecessarily dramatic, I am. Once I’m recovered, I’ll pick it back up. It’ll probably be a much more enjoyable experience without my stomach skin getting in the way.

At least I got this pretty thing in the mail today from a virtual 10K I did last month.

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Now if only it came with my very own Eric Northman.