First True Week of Kicking Fat’s Ass

Ahhhhhhh! I just got done with my bike ride and decided to sit down and start this post. My legs are all… weird. You know that feeling after you work out, and the muscles that were worked start pulsing and going spastic? Ya… it’s the weirdest feeling.

It’s time to share Kicking Fat’s Ass week 1. I had started a couple weeks ago, but schedules always got in the way. But I think I have a system down now. I’ll try to keep an update of my activities at the end of each week! :) But this week was excellent… exercise wise.

I wanted to inform you, I went biking every other morning at 5 am!!! I would go every morning, however, on my night/mornings with the babies, I was staying home incase they woke up. Beth and I are work out buddies and it has sure helped me getting my ass out of bed. We went Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings this past week. And by Friday… I was doing some serious struggling. And it was by far my worst day. Mostly because A) we went to the gym last night so I am super sore currently and B) Jason had to be in the office super early this morning and wanted to leave between 6:20 and 6:30. But I still got my ass up and went. Here are the numbers for this week.

Monday:

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Wednesday:

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And Friday (today)

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Beth also found a 14 day free trial pass to her gym. So we decided to start that… before Jason leaves me, with the kids, for a week in Minnesota, because I won’t be leaving the house much then, let alone going to the gym. And let me tell you, I was a hot mess. First of all, totally forgot to change before I left. I was wearing maternity ‘yoga pants’ which aren’t as tight as yoga pants… trust me. Plus a maternity pink tank, topped with spit up all over my chest, and a nursing sports bra. Which as you can imagine doesn’t have the greatest support. I’ll be making sure to give myself a good once over in the mirror before I leave next time for the gym.

Then I walk in and there are probably 8 beefy guys in there. That’s all. And by beefy, I mean huge muscles. I suddenly felt very… ridiculous. {Reason #1 why I hate the gym} We hopped on the elliptical first and whoa boy. It’s been awhile since I have been on that thing. But I felt my heart rate going crazy in our warm up which is always a good sign.

We then moved to the floor to do leg and ab workouts. I may or may not have looked ridiculous… but damn it! I did it all! And I am hurtin’ this morning! The most problem I had was the planks. Which are already hard… but then taking into account I just had my abs cut in half… made it slightly more difficult. And was actually kinda painful around the incision. But I toughed it out.

Let me tell you, if you want to look good exercising, you just come work out with me. I make anyone look like they know exactly what they are doing. Because I’m just struggling to keep going. I look like an estranged dog, pleading for someone to lift me up and carry me away, on my last breathe. Really. I’m just too glorious.

Then doing wall squats I felt like I was going to fall through the wall! I told Beth “I really don’t think this dry wall will hold me. And then I’m going to roll backwards into the work out room behind us and those boys are really going to see what all this can do.” Seriously. I’m so out of shape. But I suppose that’s why I’m doing this… to get back into shape.

In the room we did our floor exercises in, there were was all sorts of equipment. All stuff I see on Extreme Weight Loss and Biggest Loser shows. For example the row machine! And the ropes!! And the kettle bells!!! All stuff I would love to purchase to put in my home gym since I can’t afford a gym membership.

So I always thought the peeps looked sooooo cool working those damn ropes on the boob-tube! Making the giant wave that went all the way down the rope. Heck ya! So I stepped up, grabbed the handles, and immediately knew I wasn’t going to be as good as those people. Those bad boys were heavy!

So I decided to do them while Bethy looked for our workout on her pinterest page and I about died. First of all, they are so heavy duty that I was leaning clear back just trying to lift the damn things. Then trying to lift my arms high enough to make a wave… psh. It was hard!

So I decided next time.. I’ll try the kettle bells and row machine. And in the mean time, if anyone finds any of the above equipment for sale cheap, and/or an elliptical, please let me know!

What I really need to work on, is food. I need to eat more meals and healthier ones at that. And watch my portion control. So that’s my goal this week. Is to watch food like a hawk. Making a grocery list this afternoon after my hair appt and planning all my 35 meals for the next 7 days.

I’m also starting the couch to 5k workout… again. I started week one a couple weeks ago, and the following week none of my planned workout times worked out because of scheduling conflicts with either the hubsters, or the twins, or Kensli, or other things that of course popped up. I’m getting there. It’s just taking some time to really figure out a good schedule for me and leaving some flexibility in case that schedule doesn’t work out for whatever reason.

But regardless, I’m going to do this! Anyone else joining me on this work out journey? How are you doing with it?

Not sure if I’m Kicking Fat’s Ass….

Or if it’s kicking mine.

This is tough. I forgot how tough it is. My biggest challenge isn’t the actual working out. It’s the getting up early and getting dressed to start the work out. Yes, I can get up for the twinnies, but after an hour of sitting there and feeding them… I just want to crawl back into bed. And I have. And I do.

It’s getting into the workout clothes and actually starting… once I’ve started my work out, it’s great. Like I said, it’s just getting started.

I attempted the P90x 30 minute videos. Holy F buckets! Talk about incredibly hard! I think I jack up my form because every time I ‘attempt’ it and actually live through it, my back kills me for days on end. To the point I can’t lift my daycare kids. So I decided, I’m just going to slow down and do the form right. I’m not going to be able to go as fast as the buff-y pants they have on the TV. So I may start off extremely slow, but at least I’ll have good form. I can only get faster right? Then there is a move at the end of one of the videos called Donkey Kicks. I watched the demonstration on how to do it; politely said “Fuck you” and sat my sweat-drippin’ ass down. They are impossible for someone like me. And it was the last move of the half hour video. I MIGHT have had a chance if it were at the beginning and I wasn’t already barely breathing… barely alive… hanging onto my life by a thread. But at the end?! They are out of their damn minds.

We just got a tire pump for our bicycles so I just now can ride. And to be honest, I’m kinda nervous. I have one pair of bike pants that help cushy the tushy and they barely fit before I got pregnant with twins. Now two babies and 4+ gallons of fluid later… I am scared to put them on. I don’t know if they are going to fit. And if they do fit, I need a huge shirt to cover all that, that hangs over.

It’s so depressing to start this journey. Hell, your workout clothes don’t fit. Everything jiggles when you exercise. You feel like you just can’t physically do anything that happens in that gym. Not to mention time away from family or social events. Or just finding the time to squeeze in a workout amongst 4 children, a husband, 52.5 hr work weeks, and then miscellaneous stuff that comes out of the blue! Then don’t even get me started on trying to change your eating habits. What to buy at the grocery store? Holy hell. It’s so overwhelming. No wonder it’s difficult for people to jump into being healthy.

So I’m starting simple. Move and eat better. No out to eat except once in awhile. {Well let’s get serious… I don’t get ‘out to eat’ unless it has a drive through~ and I’m done with that shit!} And healthy meals with lots of veggies and greens. I know I need to eat 6 times a day… and I’m going to attempt to work on that…. But I have 3 children under the age of 1 that are at my daycare, two of which are 3 month old preemies. I don’t get a lot of time to just sit and eat all my meals and snacks. Hell, I don’t even get my lunch until at least 2:15-2:30, and that’s on a good day!

But at least I’m starting. Kicking Fat’s Ass is starting. Did you hear that Fat? You’re going down!!!!

I just calculated out my calories and to lose the 79 lbs I need gone, I must eat between 1500 and 1700 calories a day. That seems like a lot, especially if you’re eating a lot of veggies that have no calories!

But no excuses anymore. I’m starting and keeping with it. I’ll fall off the wagon here and there. It’s inevitable. But no more not getting back up and just watching the wagon roll away without me. I’ll chase that damn thing down. {Which may take awhile, I don’t run very fast. In fact, I hope my friends and I never get chased by a bear… because I’ll be the first bear meal!}

Now my question is, do you weigh yourself every week, or every other? Or once a month? I refuse to do it daily, so don’t even say that. But I need to weight in to see what direction I’m going. How often is too often? How often is not often enough?

And just because I can… I’m leaving you with my future me picture. Memorize it. You’ll see it often.

 

Isn’t she gorgeous? Ahhh… can’t wait! Shall we name her? Let’s name her Mila. That’s her name going forward. Hello Mila. I’m Marissa. I will be you………………………….

Love and Toodle’os!

Kicking Fat’s Ass is Back

Hey folks! How was your weekend? Mine was awesome. Full of family. Seriously.. I feel bad for all of you who don’t get to experience my family. They are amazing and all of them know how to have a good time. I come by my party’in skills honestly :)

We had my Grandma Heaberlin’s birthday party at my house on Friday, and my entire mom’s side came. Saturday, my cousins, Jess and Brett came over with their boyfriend/girlfriend, Nate and Emily. Seriously… that was the most fun I had in a looong time. I can always count on them to have a good time. We all laughed and laughed… told jokes, played games, bullshitted, it was awesome. And just what I needed. I don’t get to see them often enough. {Maybe that’s a good thing~ I tend to be worthless the day following hanging out with them} We got some good pictures of Jess, but I’m highly doubting she wants them on here :) But I laughed for a good 5 minutes while browsing them.

Sunday was a lot of recovering from Saturday and then my Grandpa Campbell’s birthday party at their house. {Seriously.. I think I can hang with the youngsters until I have to recover… then I realize I am definitely closer to age 30 than 21. Definitely.} So we got to see most everyone from my dad’s side Sunday.

Kensli and I had fun in the sprinkler. And by we, I mean she, and I sat on a lawn chair and watched. Like I said, there wasn’t much action for me on Sunday… But I had a lot of fun watching her! I love how she entertains herself and can use her imagination when she’s playing alone. Especially outside. She can really get creative!

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Anyways.

Well, I am excited to announce that Kicking Fat’s Ass is back! Time to lose my excess baggage that I received from being pregnant with the twins. How a woman’s body can stretch and stretch to accommodate a tiny human, or humans, is amazing… but damaging. Especially in my case. I had two human beings and 4 gallons of fluid in there… let me tell you. That can F a mama’s body up!

Last day before the Twinners arrive!

Seriously.. look at that!!! I look at that now and I’m in shock. It was normal for me at the time and I didn’t think much of it. But now… now, looking at this picture, I just shake my head in disbelief.

And all of that had to go somewhere… and it just hangs out. Seriously it’s gross. So it’s time. It’s time to kick some fat’s ass!!

I literally have been waiting for this for awhile! I am so excited to start fitting into my clothes again. I have a bridesmaid dress to also fit into {which I’m soooo close, but just not quite there} Brett, my cuz I mentioned earlier, is this giant workout buff dude, so he’s helping me with my goals and workouts.

My first goal… my first goal is…. drumroll please…

19 lbs by the end of this month.  I wanted it a short enough period that I would have to work hard to get to my goal, but long enough to still be possible.

How am I going to get there? Well. That’s a good question.

First plan of attack, I will be riding my bike in the morning, 3 or 4 days a week. The twins get up about 5 or so, and it takes about an hour to feed them. So, I thought, after they are done eating, I could go for a 45 minute bike ride {childless} before the  day & daycare starts. Jason and I alternate nights on who gets up to feed them, so literally, every other day, I will be out in the morning.

I also got P90x from Brett that I’m going to do during nap time on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. I’m starting with the 30 minute video. I don’t know if you know this, but my life is filled with kids, 24/7… squeezing in a half hour will be hard enough, let alone the hour version of P90x! But give me time folks, give me time.

My second goal & exercise is the dreaded treadmill. I honestly hate it, but, I thought if I had a goal for running, it would help me get somewhere. I really want to run a 5k in my life. Actually run, ya know, like, not walk any of it?! And then move up from there.  I want to enjoy running, and I think I just need to feel some sort of accomplishment with it. So on my off days with the bike, I’ll be doing the Couch to 5k training. It may sound like a really novice exercise… but this is for someone who has never been able to run the mile! I know… I know. It’s sad. I wasn’t lying when I said I was never a runner. But maybe this will change that. I have to start somewhere.

{Anyone else watch NFL highlights on ESPN while running and pretend you’re the star in the clip to gain adrenaline and intensity? No… just me… okay.}

Brett also gave me a shoulder, legs, chest, and arm workout a few years ago that I will need to squeeze in some how. I am probably going to have to do it just after daycare ends. Once Jason is home to help with our kids that is. I need to fit the weights in. That’s my favorite anyway! I feel so tough lifting my 20 lb weight… haha! {I see you macho men rolling your eyeballs}

I also have a punching bag and a giant tire I plan on flipping. I need to come up with an actual schedule. Not sure how I’m going to fit all that in, but it is going to happen.

I know that’s an extreme amount of gear and exercise listed… but extreme situations call for extreme measures.

Seriously.. I’m an extreme situation. I’m done with this excess weight once and for all. Now that we are done having babies, I don’t have to worry about doing this all over again. Everyone keeps telling me “you just had twins and 4 gallons of extra fluid, you have an excuse” Which maybe the case, but do you know how hard it is to look in the mirror? That excuse doesn’t make it any easier to fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes {even though I was extremely over weight before I got preggo}. I just need to change.

The other part I struggle with is food. I am not one who can eat the same thing over and over. Which I know many can… I cannot. I literally get to a point I can’t even chew the food up. It’s weird. So, if you have any great, SIMPLE, healthy meals, fill me in! Especially crock pot meals; those are easy to throw everything in during daycare and forget about.

If you think you have a great recipe, please leave it in the comments below! I would love to try it out!!  Just remember, I do not have hours to spend on a meal. I get off at 5:30, and usually have to feed the twins about that time, so by the time that’s done, it’s 6:30, and then I can start supper, unless Jason got home earlier and can get it started. But he’s been getting home later and later. So, as you can see, time is not on our side.

I’m going to need support. This is going to be so difficult. I’m going to have hard times, and plateaus, and not-so-proud moments. But I’m done throwing in the towel and giving up. This is the beginning of a new me. The start of something awesome! I just have to keep at it.

Anyone else have weight loss goals for this summer? Or any at all? Come on and join me from looking like this:

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To This:

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Haha! :)totally got this.

Toodle-o’s and Loves!

29 Weeks Preggo Picture!

Are you ready for this bad mamma jamma?!? I know I am over a week late on posting this, but better late than never… seriously, that IS my motto.

29 Weeks Preggo With Twins

29 Weeks Preggo With Twins

I mean really… I block doorways. Not cool twinnies. Not cool.

I feel like a bloated cow all of a sudden. A bloated cow with back aches. A bloated cow with back aches that can’t sleep at night. Ya… that about sums it up.

How does one’s body come back from this? Have you ever watched Click? With Adam Sandler? Maybe this will refresh your memory:

The tummy flap... Wanna tummy flap fight?

The tummy flap… Wanna tummy flap fight?

This is what I’m going to have. A tummy flap. Or do you call it a giant tongue? We could have tongue wars! Haha! {That sounds kinda bad… but hilarious!}

If this is what my body is destined to look like, I’m going to be the first mom in line at the plastic surgeon when he opens, with a margarita {heavy on the tequila} in both hands.

This Mama is NOT going to have a tummy tongue.

Instead, I have a better image in mind. My neighbor man is going to to be my ‘personal trainer’. {He may or may not really know how dead serious I am about this}

We’re going to use things I have around the house because this mama of 4 can’t afford a gym membership. I have some pre-tty cool things ya know. Like a semi tire. I can flip that baby a couple dozen hundred times.

I also really want a tattoo. {Sorry mom} But I really do. I really want a half sleeve with something relative to my 4 children. Still working on what I want… but I think that would be so cool. But that’s one of my rewards once I drop so much weight. :)

So essentially, I want to look like this:IMG_2661

Totally doable… totally doable… totally doable… don’t mind me while I try to mentally stay positive about this massive transformation.

My husband is certainly happy about my huge goals. Especially since he has a pretty clear image of where I want to be…

This isn’t impossible………….. is it?

Loves & Toodle-o!

Kicking Fat’s Ass ~ A new Technique Including More Goals and Phases.

Good afternoon everyone. I know it’s been awhile since I blogged before today. Life just got in the way. I’m still trying to balance out everything. Between the daycare, Jason’s work, family events, being gone every and all weekend, projects around here, and of course the social get togethers.. it leaves little time for blogging and naps. Which are both equally important.

I have thought a lot about Kicking Fat’s Ass and the series lately… and it just didn’t seem right. But I couldn’t put my finger on it. Until now. I felt like I was rushing everything and too focused on a number. Which, obsessing over a number that doesn’t tell you anything about how far your coming inside seems silly now. I’ve been told numerous times that weighing in once a week is too often. And it’s too easy to get discouraged. {Isn’t that the truth!}

With all that said, let me fill you in on the back story of where this post is going. A few years ago, or maybe even last year, I DVR’d a show called Extreme Makeover. {Coincidence? I think not.} It follows a Trainer who specializes in body transformations. Literally. And recently, I was going thru my DVR list of recorded shows, and an Extreme Weight Loss show had recorded 9 shows. What? I was so confused! I didn’t remember recording that, and Jason said he hadn’t. So.. what the hay, I watched it. A-MAZING. And sooo inspiring! Apparently, my DVR recognized the show had changed names and recorded it automatically when the new season started. {Yet.. it can’t remember to not delete shows before I watch them. I’m not bitter at all.}

Turns out, there are lot of things I like about this show versus Biggest Loser. For one… it’s much more realistic. The Biggest Loser I believe, is 20 weeks long. We’re talking 200 some lbs, in a lot of cases, lost in 20 weeks! That should not be possible! Scott Powell and the EWL is an entire year. With 4 phases, each being 90 days. At the end of the 90 days, is the weigh in. How much more do-able!

And I enjoy that he makes a plan for each client, specifically for them. With that, each client ends completely different. Most succeed, a couple fail, and some don’t get quite as far as they should have. But that’s the reality of most people on this earth! It shows all the up’s and down’s. How they do fall off the wagon sometimes, but how they can still be successful when they dust themselves off and get back up again. No one is perfect. No one. And this show proves that.

One of the biggest things I enjoy I get out of this show, is everyone is a winner as long as their weight dropped. The Biggest Loser? Everyone knows, there’s one winner that wins a quarter of a million dollars. But that’s what the show becomes about! Every contestant talks of wanting the prize! They want to win the money. They want to be the one who’s standing up there when the confetti and balloons drop. Hardly does anyone mention how they just want their lives to change for the better. You don’t hear near as often how they are excited they can play with their kids… or even live to see their grand children.

Which really disappoints me. I want to lose weight to be healthy. I want to run around with my kids and not get tired as soon as I start, or feel completely embarrassed when I run because I know people are watching me thinking “Whoa… she shouldn’t be running.” I watch my husband at the playground and get jealous because he plays tag and football and runs around as if he’s Broden’s age! And I just follow Kensli on the ground for some reason… she is old enough to play on the playground without a trailing mother.

I wish you guys knew how excited I am to be a different Marissa. Actually… I don’t know if I would say different. I want the old Marissa back. I remember being confident in everything I did, and everywhere I went. And according to my husband… I used to light up a room the second I walked in because of how happy I was. And I wasn’t even at my smallest when I met him. Are you ready for this… I used to LOVE shopping. And new clothes. And trying to look cute all the time. Anyone who knows me now… knows none of that is true anymore. It’s odd to see me in jeans. Or with my make up and hair done. I wear the same outfits over and over because I refuse to shop for myself. I have honestly had the same ‘going out’ tops for the last 3-4 years. Really.

I graduated high school at 150. I want to get back to that.. but maybe even a little more. And I want to do it similar to Extreme Weight Loss. A year to transform. Not too fast, nor too slow.

I reached out to one of my old trainers {who’s name is also Marissa… this could get confusing} to ask her what a good weight goal is for each of the phases and if 140-145-ish would be too low. And she actually asked me to meet up and discuss a good plan. She said that is completely doable with my height and wouldn’t be too skinny at all. So we’re meeting at her place this Sunday!  Whoop Whoop!

I’m excited to get skinny once and for all. And be done with this fat shit. Talk with you soon!!

Toodles!

 

Week One of Kicking Fat’s Ass

Hello my peeps! How was your week last week? Mine went okay. For some reason, my daycare kids were in all sorts of moods, so it felt like the week was never ending.  But I had a great weekend which will be a totally separate post!

Well, I wanted to fill you in on my weight loss week. I thought I did pretty well with my meals. We didn’t go out to eat all week and I had our meals planned for the grocery store trip. But that was about the extent of it. I failed with grazing on the daycare foods (not eating all of it, but bites here and there) and we did have some drinks during the week. And I certainly didn’t exercise. So all in all, bad week one.

My phone died for the first week’s weigh in on Saturday, so once again, I don’t have pictures of myself or my number on the scale. {I promise to have my phone charging all night Friday night} But I will say, I gained .6. :( I was bummed, but I can’t say that I worked incredibly hard to lose anything. So, I have decided, it is what it is, and time to move on.

The two goals I will follow this week is absolutely NO snacking and to get plenty of exercise in. I have no problem with breakfast or dinners. It’s my lunches that are a test of my will power. Feeding my daycare kids all the ‘kiddy’ food makes it easy for snacking. Grazing. Taste testing. Mac and Cheese and chicken nuggets, or frozen pizza, and chips are just an idea. Heaven forbid I snack on all the fruits and veggies I give them with their meals. So my plan of attack is to eat before I feed them. Then I will not be cooking the kiddos’ food on an empty stomach.

And starting tomorrow, one of my best friends, Kelley, and I will begin a 30 day challenge. It’s actually a few different 30 day challenges we’ve found combined into one. Most of the challenges were found at FitTastic Mom and I think Kelley found one elsewhere. But we decided to combine and tweek them and this is what we came up with:

30 Day Challenge

Along with that, I would love to get back on my treadmill now that my broken foot is healed. Before I broke my foot on Cinco De Mayo {Do not judge… I had a lot of fun with my friends and Margaritas…}, I was training to run my very first 5k. Which if you know me at all… I. Do. Not. Run. I couldn’t even run a mile in high school back when I was in great shape! Which is sad… but, I just couldn’t. I did always force myself to run the straight aways and walk the curves. But I have always wanted to be able to run a mile here and there. So once I get back on the treadmill, I wouldn’t mind jumping back into my 5k training. But I can’t use the treadmill during nap at this point in time.

My daughter takes her nap on the main floor so the baby I watch can sleep in Kensli’s crib during nap times. And my treadmill is next to the couch that she sleeps on. So I can’t use the dang thing until I finish her big girl bed, which then I can move the crib from her room to the spare bedroom. (That post is for another time)

So until her big girl bed is done being re-finished, I’m stuck with only the challenge during the day. Biking and/or treadmill before and after daycare hours. But I’m going to make the best of it. And in the meantime, I’m certainly going to be busting booty to get her bed done.

I’m really excited about this week. I’m more focused already this weekend then I was last week. I just need to stick with it!