Thursday, December 29, 2011

A Year in Pictures...

I just finished a 38-hour fast. I had never fasted that long before, and I don't plan on making it a habit but, after a 5-day fun and food fest in New Orleans with my family for Christmas, I felt the need to do something drastic to get back on track.

Going a day and a half without food was actually much easier than I thought it would be. Perhaps this is because I've grown accustomed to going 16-18 hours without food daily anyway - of all the things that taking on intermittent fasting, a la Leangains, has taught me is that I can control what I eat and when I eat it.

I was traveling home yesterday and have to admit that the airport was the hardest for me. We had nearly a 2-hour delay in which I watched the folks around me scoff ice cream, cinnamon rolls, po-boys and all manner of chips and pretzels while I was inundated by amazingly delicious smells all around me. Then, when I finally boarded the plane, the man next to me pulled out an industrial size bag of trail mix - one of my favorites, but currently not on my menu. I hunkered down, drank a ton of water, and read.

When I got home and went to bed, I wasn't even hungry. In fact, I wasn't hungry when I woke up either. At hour 36, I stopped for coffee since it was 22 degrees outside, but I didn't like how it tasted with half & half, so I threw it out. I LOVE half & half...what is happening to me?

Is this because of the past month where I've gone somewhat primal and gave up dairy? I don't like the taste of it now - or the way it coats my mouth. Yuck.

Anyway, I digress...for lunch I got a rotisserie chicken - which I barely ate any of because it was ungodly overcooked and dry as the bones within the poor, darkened bird. Instead, I enjoyed a heaping salad with EVOO and Balsamic vinegar and a pint of strawberries.

When I get home and look in the mirror, I'm somewhat dismayed to see that while I have new lines in my legs and the front of my thighs, my pooch of a belly looks BIGGER. UGH! According to a dear friend, this happens when everything else is getting smaller before the belly shrinks. Let's hope the belly is next to go.

So, I took some photos and wasn't really happy - that is until I looked back at the past year's worth of photos I've taken. When I look back from January to this week, I can clearly see my progress. It hasn't been as rapid as I would have liked, nor as drastic - nonetheless it's there. So, for all the rest of you out there who are working toward fat loss and finding it's taking longer than you had hoped, check out the photos below and have faith that, if you stick with your plan, you will see dramatic changes in your body.

Happy New Year everyone and cheers! Remember, this is a marathon, not a sprint!

January 15 - When my IF Journey began...

February 15th


April - bathing suit shopping...and I thought I looked good



Mid-November in Costa Rica

December 27th - After a weekend pig-fest in New Orleans...still looking ok...

Me in January 2011 vs. January 2012....

I wasn't diligent in taking pics of my back...but here's Jan v. December. They are mirror images because the one with the sportsbra was taken by someone and the other was taken by me in a mirror a few days ago. The lighting is also totally different in each, so it doesn't look like much has changed.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Back from the Brink...How IF Changed One Woman's Life

New blog and first FFF profile has been posted on Fierce. Fit. Fearless.

Introducing Lisa C., one of the founding members and the instigator behind starting an IF group for women. Thank you, Lisa, for opening up about your life-long battle over your body image.

How few there are who have courage enough to own their faults, or resolution enough to mend them.

~ Benjamin Franklin

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Pura Vida!

I recently returned from a 6-day surf trip I took to Costa Rica with my 13-year old daughter, Brenna. I heart Tamarindo and just knew it would be the best place for my teen's first surfari. While we didn't travel the country at all, we surfed every day in near 80-degree water. We met some wonderful people and even made a few friends along the way.

What's more is that, by day four, Brenna was paddling into and riding her own waves! No more pushes needed from me or her instructor. She took the bull by the horns and handled it. I would love to share video of her tremendous feat, but the battery door of the crapola Fuji waterproof camera I bought for the trip opened in the pocket of my boardshorts, trashing the camera. :( Oh, well. Her accomplishment - and our entire first surf trip together - will forever remain burned in my memory.

As a side note, I received numerous compliments from others at the camp - including instructors - on my paddling strength. Considering I haven't surfed in months, I'd have to say my training in the gym is reaping dividends throughout my life and not just when I'm lifting things up and putting them down.

So, if you're passionate about any sport or physical activity, don't be afraid that lifting heavy will slow you down. You may be surprised at just how much better you perform!