Hi all,
It's over! And to make it an even better feeling of accomplishment -- today is Ramiro's birthday (and the Saturday of Halloween wknd) so we're living it up.
More to come, MUCH to process.
Mission Accomplished.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Day 87: I was a pretty lousy Scout.
I'm diggin the supersets. I like the speed and intensity. That being said, Good Lord. It takes a bunch of inner gumption just to get started. Like stu I collapse after every session, but its a good feeling. The finish line is in sight and its been a race well run. Lets knock these days out.
GO TEAM !
Ramiro
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Day 84, I'm bad at this talking thing
It's been awhile and I didn't want to go to sleep without posting. I've been pulling through, but barely. It's an everyday struggle to stay focussed on the tasks at hand. Mostly my body's telling me I need a brake, everyday I convince it that the brake is just a couple days away. The results of healthy living and exercise for three months are apparent to me in appearance and feeling. Think of where I'll be in a year! Thats what keeps me going. I'll write more tomorrow scouts honor.
Many eggs were viciously consumed to bring you this post.
Ramiro
Many eggs were viciously consumed to bring you this post.
Ramiro
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Day 78, Nathaly: Indulgence 3, Free Clothes, Commitments
Hi folks,
More than Ramiro does, I really count on indulgences. So, before he read the email describing our 3rd and final indulgence, I knew it was coming and had decided I was gonna be the bigger person and declare that I didn't deserved it (given my recent slacking from the 350 Global Work Party stuff). Surprisingly, Ramiro was also considering not taking an indulgence, that is until I read the email from Patrick and realized this was a full blowout meal and convinced him and myself against our prior thoughts. So I figured -- fuck it! Bring on the cheese & chocolate!! (which I've been missing big-time) and it didn't help that it was raining out, the fridge was empty of all protein sources and junk is never more than a phone call away soooo...
We ordered a pizza! There are no pictures of it b/c the snarfage was all-encompassing. I made the phone call around 8pm (after much debate weighing going to the store or ordering out while figuring out how to acquire a post-indulgence/PCP-compliant protein source for the following day's lunch) and we quickly noticed that the time of day would make working out after dinner ridiculous, so we got to banging out the workout only to be rudely interrupted by an early pizza delivery kid making it so that the pie sat there on the coffee table smelling of absolute deliciousness all through those fucking planks. URGH.
And here's the verdict: honestly, not that great.. Certainly not amazing enough to be worth HALF of my daily caloric intake. I mean, WTF?! Don't get me wrong, it was lovely and made by a locally-owned company that uses VT flour to make organic whole wheat crust with yummy sauce and a good balance of toppings to cheese. Frankly, it was a pretty good pizza, but somehow.. it didn't do it for me. It felt almost like an indulgence wasted because I had made it out to be so much more than it was. After the meal, I shared the thought with Ramiro and he thinks it's a matter of associating pizza with the greater satisfaction that comes with the pizza ordering phenomenon -- that quick burst of joy that comes from the ease of getting a warm, cheesy meal delivered right to your doorstep and then pushing the couches together for the ultimate in non-bedroom comfort and then cuddling up next to the hubster to watch a fun movie on the tube on a rainy weekend evening with little Tigger curled up at our feet. aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.
Dude, was he right!! I was COUNTING on that pizza to be all those things for me when, in fact, all it is is.. well, only a pizza. lol Hence, my issue with emotional eating and why Indulgence 3 was once again a lesson in my struggle to treat food like what it should be: nourishment!
OK -- that took a little longer to write than I was hoping, so on to item 2 of the title! Free clothes!! Here in crunchy/green VT there is a lovely thing called the Front Porch Forum -- it is truly made of awesome. It's a free neighborhood-based daily email ranging from offers for canning jars to reports of missing pets and debates on downtown-sidewalk-sitting. Oops -- sidetracking again. Anyways there was a free clothes event called "Attire for Hire" (which I learned about on the Front Porch Forum) hosted by an organization whose mission it is to help people get ready for the professional world. I scored a bunch of stuff! A couple pant suits, lots of button-down blouses & professional jackets, some skirts and even a leather jacket. I mean seriously -- two boxes of clothes for FREE!! OK -- i'm still reeling in joy, but that is also beside the point. lol. Here's what I want to talk to y'all about: I've been having some issues with my current PCP status (á la recent posts by Kim). I'm closer to where I want to be, but I'm still not really feeling great about my body image and the act of trying on a bunch of clothes in front of a mirror really brought that home for me. As it turns out, I'm only really a fan of the today-me that exists in the mirror for about a half-second at a time (while taking a top off over my head). At that moment, when my arms are reaching up and stretching my tummy fat across a temporarily longer torso, I feel a little sexy. So, here's the disappointing part: I started this program b/c I wanted to a) lose weight, b) deal with my stress eating (see above) and c) develop some life-long-fitness habits. And yet, what keeps me going is the way I look in the mirror?? I mean, I'm really not a vain person, but how superficial is that?!
Which brings me to the commitments aspect of this post. I decided yesterday that it would be a waste of my time and energy up to this point to NOT keep going with the program until I got to the point I want to be at. And that point isn't some pie-in-the-sky super model ideal (my goal person is Ugly Betty, for heaven's sake!). So then I stopped to think about what the ultimate me-look really is and realized that my actual goal person is me at 17, except with my current boob size & my adult woman fuller hips. And to take it a step further, it was me that summer in that two-piece halter top.. Wow -- do I sound sad to you? Cuz I'm depressing myself with my cliché-ness.
Anyways, there it is. It's not a great reason to want to continue the PCP, but as long as it keeps me on this good thing, I'm going with it and will have to deal with the psychology of all this at some later time. lol
Thanks again for listening!
heart hugs,
Nathaly
More than Ramiro does, I really count on indulgences. So, before he read the email describing our 3rd and final indulgence, I knew it was coming and had decided I was gonna be the bigger person and declare that I didn't deserved it (given my recent slacking from the 350 Global Work Party stuff). Surprisingly, Ramiro was also considering not taking an indulgence, that is until I read the email from Patrick and realized this was a full blowout meal and convinced him and myself against our prior thoughts. So I figured -- fuck it! Bring on the cheese & chocolate!! (which I've been missing big-time) and it didn't help that it was raining out, the fridge was empty of all protein sources and junk is never more than a phone call away soooo...
We ordered a pizza! There are no pictures of it b/c the snarfage was all-encompassing. I made the phone call around 8pm (after much debate weighing going to the store or ordering out while figuring out how to acquire a post-indulgence/PCP-compliant protein source for the following day's lunch) and we quickly noticed that the time of day would make working out after dinner ridiculous, so we got to banging out the workout only to be rudely interrupted by an early pizza delivery kid making it so that the pie sat there on the coffee table smelling of absolute deliciousness all through those fucking planks. URGH.
And here's the verdict: honestly, not that great.. Certainly not amazing enough to be worth HALF of my daily caloric intake. I mean, WTF?! Don't get me wrong, it was lovely and made by a locally-owned company that uses VT flour to make organic whole wheat crust with yummy sauce and a good balance of toppings to cheese. Frankly, it was a pretty good pizza, but somehow.. it didn't do it for me. It felt almost like an indulgence wasted because I had made it out to be so much more than it was. After the meal, I shared the thought with Ramiro and he thinks it's a matter of associating pizza with the greater satisfaction that comes with the pizza ordering phenomenon -- that quick burst of joy that comes from the ease of getting a warm, cheesy meal delivered right to your doorstep and then pushing the couches together for the ultimate in non-bedroom comfort and then cuddling up next to the hubster to watch a fun movie on the tube on a rainy weekend evening with little Tigger curled up at our feet. aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.
Dude, was he right!! I was COUNTING on that pizza to be all those things for me when, in fact, all it is is.. well, only a pizza. lol Hence, my issue with emotional eating and why Indulgence 3 was once again a lesson in my struggle to treat food like what it should be: nourishment!
OK -- that took a little longer to write than I was hoping, so on to item 2 of the title! Free clothes!! Here in crunchy/green VT there is a lovely thing called the Front Porch Forum -- it is truly made of awesome. It's a free neighborhood-based daily email ranging from offers for canning jars to reports of missing pets and debates on downtown-sidewalk-sitting. Oops -- sidetracking again. Anyways there was a free clothes event called "Attire for Hire" (which I learned about on the Front Porch Forum) hosted by an organization whose mission it is to help people get ready for the professional world. I scored a bunch of stuff! A couple pant suits, lots of button-down blouses & professional jackets, some skirts and even a leather jacket. I mean seriously -- two boxes of clothes for FREE!! OK -- i'm still reeling in joy, but that is also beside the point. lol. Here's what I want to talk to y'all about: I've been having some issues with my current PCP status (á la recent posts by Kim). I'm closer to where I want to be, but I'm still not really feeling great about my body image and the act of trying on a bunch of clothes in front of a mirror really brought that home for me. As it turns out, I'm only really a fan of the today-me that exists in the mirror for about a half-second at a time (while taking a top off over my head). At that moment, when my arms are reaching up and stretching my tummy fat across a temporarily longer torso, I feel a little sexy. So, here's the disappointing part: I started this program b/c I wanted to a) lose weight, b) deal with my stress eating (see above) and c) develop some life-long-fitness habits. And yet, what keeps me going is the way I look in the mirror?? I mean, I'm really not a vain person, but how superficial is that?!
Which brings me to the commitments aspect of this post. I decided yesterday that it would be a waste of my time and energy up to this point to NOT keep going with the program until I got to the point I want to be at. And that point isn't some pie-in-the-sky super model ideal (my goal person is Ugly Betty, for heaven's sake!). So then I stopped to think about what the ultimate me-look really is and realized that my actual goal person is me at 17, except with my current boob size & my adult woman fuller hips. And to take it a step further, it was me that summer in that two-piece halter top.. Wow -- do I sound sad to you? Cuz I'm depressing myself with my cliché-ness.
Anyways, there it is. It's not a great reason to want to continue the PCP, but as long as it keeps me on this good thing, I'm going with it and will have to deal with the psychology of all this at some later time. lol
Thanks again for listening!
heart hugs,
Nathaly
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Day 74, Going strong
I'm reminded of Kilgore in Apocalypse Now. He's there on the beach and he's saying his famous Napalm in the morning line. At the very end of that line, as an after thought, he says in a sad voice "some day this wars going to end".. Robert Duvall is the man. Thats how I'm feeling now while entering the last stretch of the program. Anxious about whats next, kinda don't want this to end. I know some things for certain, Pints of ice cream will last allot longer than a day and alcohol consumption will be a fraction of what it was before. Don't miss it. my mind needs to know whats next though, gotta keep goin!!!
Ramiro
Ramiro
Monday, October 11, 2010
Day 72, Nathaly: Here we go again!
Hey all!
Hope you haven't missed me too much. I've been doing the crazy climate organizing thing and have had so much fun and such a re-invigoration of energy and momentum to fight this crisis. Thanks for your understanding my absences lately.
All the great organizing unfortunately meant that I took a bit of a step back on the PCP. I kept generally PCP-compliant as far as the food rules are concerned (except for yesterday, 10/10/10, when I was stationed in Burlington's Battery park from 6:30am to 7:30pm and had to eat what was around), but definitely not in terms of gramage/allotments. It meant that I vastly under-ate, usually getting in two quick meals a day (grossly lacking in vegetable content) and I wasn't exercising at all.
So I got back into the jumping this morning and thought I would fall apart after just a couple minutes. I was glad to find that the worst of it was the boredom. The workout was also fairly do-able, but definitely resulted in some painful moments, especially the breakage of a friggin' resistance band, slapping my thigh on the way to the kitchen floor. That's gonna be a pretty welt..
What else to share? I guess I just hope I can keep it up. I have a dangerous love of convenience and a penchant for loading too much on my (rhetorical) plate, which can very easily lead me back down the path of easy cheese and greasy carbs. So, have I thrown all that effort from day 1 to day 60 away? I really don't think so, but I also acknowledge that the likelihood of me reaching a "peak condition" -- even if I kept up with the regime beyond Day 90-- is pretty low.
In all honesty, what's the real danger in feeling like I've done pretty good thus far? I've lost 20 lbs and I like how I look. I wouldn't mind having more definition in my arms and mid-section, but I also like that I feel like I can sustain where I'm at, versus reaching some chiseled look and then losing it... Am I again letting a fear of failure get in the way of me giving this my all? Am I being realistic here or just plain lazy? These questions are more for me than for you all, but I appreciate you being an audience out there to read my words.
I'm tired. It's late. I'm going to bed.
Hope you haven't missed me too much. I've been doing the crazy climate organizing thing and have had so much fun and such a re-invigoration of energy and momentum to fight this crisis. Thanks for your understanding my absences lately.
All the great organizing unfortunately meant that I took a bit of a step back on the PCP. I kept generally PCP-compliant as far as the food rules are concerned (except for yesterday, 10/10/10, when I was stationed in Burlington's Battery park from 6:30am to 7:30pm and had to eat what was around), but definitely not in terms of gramage/allotments. It meant that I vastly under-ate, usually getting in two quick meals a day (grossly lacking in vegetable content) and I wasn't exercising at all.
So I got back into the jumping this morning and thought I would fall apart after just a couple minutes. I was glad to find that the worst of it was the boredom. The workout was also fairly do-able, but definitely resulted in some painful moments, especially the breakage of a friggin' resistance band, slapping my thigh on the way to the kitchen floor. That's gonna be a pretty welt..
What else to share? I guess I just hope I can keep it up. I have a dangerous love of convenience and a penchant for loading too much on my (rhetorical) plate, which can very easily lead me back down the path of easy cheese and greasy carbs. So, have I thrown all that effort from day 1 to day 60 away? I really don't think so, but I also acknowledge that the likelihood of me reaching a "peak condition" -- even if I kept up with the regime beyond Day 90-- is pretty low.
In all honesty, what's the real danger in feeling like I've done pretty good thus far? I've lost 20 lbs and I like how I look. I wouldn't mind having more definition in my arms and mid-section, but I also like that I feel like I can sustain where I'm at, versus reaching some chiseled look and then losing it... Am I again letting a fear of failure get in the way of me giving this my all? Am I being realistic here or just plain lazy? These questions are more for me than for you all, but I appreciate you being an audience out there to read my words.
I'm tired. It's late. I'm going to bed.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Day 68, Back in the saddle again
Though not fully recovered, I am back in in full P.C.P mode. This week has been the hardest thus far. Morale is at an all time low at the Agosto house, too many plates spinnin. That being said, I'm enthusiastic about our last month. Taken it one day at a time and enjoying the results. Sleep is my biggest hurdle. Can't get enough of it. The exercises are tough but thats the point. Hope all is going well out there for my fantastic carrot cohorts!!!
Keep going!!
Ramiro
Keep going!!
Ramiro
Monday, October 4, 2010
Day 65, Nathaly: Quick Update
Hi all,
apologies for not being more present on the blogs here. By way of a quick update:
Nathaly's baby neice was born. I was home all weekend, waking up in the middle of the night to be there for my sister who's still recovering from this lovely little 8lb, 6oz baby girl, Chloe. I followed PCP food rules, but didn't bring my scale, so it was guesswork -- except for some apple spread and crackers I bought on the 6-hr drive. Jumping happened, work outs didn't.
Ramiro is back to work today for the first time from the horrible sinus infection -- out of work for 4 days plus the weekend, fever for about as many day. On a 10-day antibiotic cycle. He also didn't do exercises due to this and ate little because of associated nausea and plain old fatigue. He lost 2.5 lbs this week. Poor baby..
We both want to jump back on the bandwagon, and with the new diets (and the increased consumption, especially for Ramiro!) this isn't gonna be the easiest task. I had a full breakfast this morning and couldn't get lunch in til 2pm. Had some catch-up sleep this afternoon and still feeling the food floating around in there.
Tigger is well -- a little smelly.
Cheers all!
Nathaly
apologies for not being more present on the blogs here. By way of a quick update:
Nathaly's baby neice was born. I was home all weekend, waking up in the middle of the night to be there for my sister who's still recovering from this lovely little 8lb, 6oz baby girl, Chloe. I followed PCP food rules, but didn't bring my scale, so it was guesswork -- except for some apple spread and crackers I bought on the 6-hr drive. Jumping happened, work outs didn't.
Ramiro is back to work today for the first time from the horrible sinus infection -- out of work for 4 days plus the weekend, fever for about as many day. On a 10-day antibiotic cycle. He also didn't do exercises due to this and ate little because of associated nausea and plain old fatigue. He lost 2.5 lbs this week. Poor baby..
We both want to jump back on the bandwagon, and with the new diets (and the increased consumption, especially for Ramiro!) this isn't gonna be the easiest task. I had a full breakfast this morning and couldn't get lunch in til 2pm. Had some catch-up sleep this afternoon and still feeling the food floating around in there.
Tigger is well -- a little smelly.
Cheers all!
Nathaly
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