A Wedding of a Weekend

I’m so exhausted from this weekend I could just collapse right now… 10+ hours on plane rides across the country over one weekend is pretty taxing.

Plan-wise, Friday was great. I was able to bend everything to limited white starches and stuff like that but have everything I wanted at the same time (like the key lime pie dessert at the rehearsal dinner–so delicious!). As far as working out goes, I managed to squeeze in a little strength training in the terminal since I was freezing and it was the only way to warm up since I had no blankets. Then clubbing that night allowed me to dance my heart out for a bit! Tracking was good too! So triple check!

The wedding day (Saturday) started even better even if it didn’t end that way… Only two check marks for the day. Woke up bright and early to go do an interval walk/run workout in the hotel’s fitness facility. I broke an amazing sweat before popping over to breakfast with the bride where oatmeal and a hard-boiled egg were my saviors. After that, it was time for all the bridesmaids to gather to get ready in a mass of hairspray and bobby pins. Let me just say that I haven’t felt so chic in my life! The side bun I had in my hair seemed only fitting for the runway… but it was pretty. The problem with getting ready and such led me to not eating much during the day. I will get to why it was a problem in just a little bit.

The wedding… was absolutely stunning! It almost didn’t happen since it was pouring buckets at our hotel and my bestie said there was no way she was going to be married inside a room. It was only windy at the beach but still worrisome. But seriously, right as she walked out from getting bride-ready–the sun came out! So the ceremony was wonderful. It was exactly how I had ever imagined a beach wedding would be. The bride was absolutely breathtaking and the groom recited vows that I wish someone will say about me one day. I was trying so hard not to cry but he broke me…

After the wedding, we all curtailed our tushes inside for cocktail hour… which is where the no food became a problem apparently. I wanted at least one good drink so I told the bar tender to make me the best thing he had (that didn’t contain tequila, that is) and it was one of the most delicious drinks I’ve ever had. The problem? It had about 5 different kinds of alcohol in it so I was buzzed after the first drink. Then my gay buddy wanted me to get another since he tried mine and said he wanted to drink one with me. Yep. A very bad idea on an empty stomach but I was oh-so compliant because it was oh-so yummy (and I was oh-so-prematurely buzzed).

As soon as dinner started, I downed pasta, a salad, wheat rolls, half of my chicken and a slice of chocolate wedding cake. When I reflect back on it, I actually didn’t eat that much because I didn’t finish anything except for the pasta and salad. It balanced since I hadn’t eaten much that day anyway. But then there was champagne for the toasts. Oh yeah, I forgot that there was a Pinot Noir as well. In my defense, I only drank that because no one was refilling water and I couldn’t find a pitcher to refill it myself so it was my only option–I was parched!

Let’s just say my head was spinning quite fast as we went into the after-party dance. My best friend was pleased when I told her that I did get drunk even if it wasn’t completely intentional (“That means the party was good then!” was what she said.) Had a good time with friends, puked a little, then passed out as soon as I got back to the hotel.

My roomie and I went on a 30 minute walk yesterday morning to scout out the area for breakfast, where I only ate a fraction of it because my stomach wasn’t feeling so hot which wasn’t helped by the flights soon after. Once I had some grease from Wendy’s and pepto in my system I felt much better.

All that and I’m down. Success! Makes me glad that I had a great week leading up to the wedding. Now I’m back and ready to go again! Must get to bed early tonight though…

Extra Points for Me!

When I focus on mainly getting in fruits and veggies, it astounds me of how many P+’s that I don’t eat. Reminder: I’m going to Fort Lauderdale for my BFF’s wedding this weekend and I’m looking smoking hot in that dress and on the beach. I want my pole-fitness-carved muscles to be popping! Which means cardio, fruits and veggies, minimal starches/grains/carbs (and if so, whole grains only and limited portions), lots of water, green tea, and some good protein.

Let me fill you in on what today has looked like food wise:

Breakfast
2 Gummy Vitamins
Apple
Yoplait Light Strawberry Yogurt

Morning Snacks
Banana
1/2 cup blueberries
1/2 cup carrots
1 cup green tea

Lunch
3-4 cups romaine lettuce
1 small cucumber
2 oz sliced turkey
10 sprays of Wish Bone Balsamic Vinaigrette

Afternoon Snacks
1/2 cup carrots
1 cup green tea
3 whole-grain pita crackers
1 T of peanut butter

Dinner
1 cup cooked asparagus topped with 2 tsp olive oil
1 slice whole wheat bread
1.5 T of peanut butter
1 tsp of honey (me says natural sugars are ok! plus it satisfies my sweet tooth)
8 oz 1% milk
Fish oil/Vitamin C/Calcium, Magnesium, Zinc vitamins

Total P+ Used= 21
Total P+ Leftover= 8
(Total APs earned= 8)

Hmm… so let’s see here. I hit all of my GHG’s and I have points to spare. I ran into this yesterday as well when I only ended up using 22 P+ and feeling totally satisfied.

How can WW allow this to happen? I know their new program is meant to nudge you to make smarter choices, but are we really supposed to think we have to eat all those points in a day even if we are satisfied from making said better choices? 8 points leftover? And I’m not even considering eating another bite tonight. It blows my mind. My stomach actually almost feels extended from dinner! I think I read somewhere it’s not required like it used to be, but still… it almost makes me feel like I should be eating more even though, I’m totally satisfied.

Musings of a Bridesmaid

My BFF’s wedding is this coming weekend so I’ll be hightailing my tush to Fort Lauderdale on Friday for it. Yes, I’m stoked to be able to go and be there for my girl in her line. There are no doubts that it will be an eventful and hopefully fun weekend. But…

As much as I love her, she’s asking me to do some… pretty interesting things.

Like the hour-long open bar. She wants her money’s worth and only half of the wedding attendees drink alcohol–so she’s asked me to drink as much as I can. She has even expressed that she wants me drunk but I really don’t want to. I’ll enjoy one or two, no more than that.

And then she said because I’m her only single friend, I have to have a “hot hook up”. Because what would a beach wedding be without one of those. When I asked how on earth that would happen, she said, “Oh, we already have a guy for you.” Supposedly he’s one of her Hubby-To-Be’s friends. An arranged hook up? I don’t even know this guy… I’m not so sure if I’m looking forward to this set up. Then when I ran this past my mom, she’s said, “Yeah, they want you to have sex.” At that point, I threw both hands up! NO WAY! I mean… that’s pretty personal. And so not me.

It’s almost like my BFF has forgotten the core of who I am in her excitement over this weekend. Then again, she hasn’t been around for all the changes I have gone through these past several months. I know what is fun to me but she wants a different kind of fun so I may have to disappoint her. Hopefully, she’ll be so wrapped up in the festivities that she won’t notice.

Until then though, I am prepping my body for some beach time (hello, bikini!). A few things I’m doing:

  • Sticking with fruits/veggies for more than half of my daily food intake.
  • Limit my whole grains (no white carbs or anything like that) to only 1 or 2 servings a day.
  • Lean protein only, once or twice a day. Same with non-fat dairy.
  • Green tea and loads of water.
  • Doing cardio for at least 30 minutes a day (even on Pole Fitness days).
  • Getting to bed by 10:30 at latest.

Then since I’ll be doing this for the week, it will be easier to stay on track while I’m there. Once started, it’s easier to stay on.

Hope you all had a lovely weekend!

Hide Them Away!

The main person who loves Reese’s peanut butter cups (aside from myself) is my step dad. Oh, and he did it again! He bought another bag! And where does he leave it? Right on the counter. In my vision. Where all I can think about whenever I go downstairs is, “Should I have one? No… ok, maybe just one.”

So I finally said, I’ve had enough! I shoved the bag into one of our cabinets so it’s out of sight and out of mind. My step dad actually approved because I hid them from my brother in the process (who pigs out on anything). Surprisingly, it’s a win-win situation that I wasn’t expecting. It’s not constantly tempting me from the counter and my step dad can have them for himself.

Out of sight, out of mind. Perfect solution. =)

I’d Like to Chop Off My Legs

… right at the knees, if you don’t mind.

No, I won’t be needing my calves or my feet. I could stand to lose some of my height and then my “guy pool” would be larger. And who needs those extra pounds anyway?

Seriously, these past two days have been AGONY! At Pole Fitness on Thursday, to end the class, the instructor ordered calf raises. 20 with toes pointed inward, 20 with toes pointed outward, then 10 with straight feet and a kick back of one leg. Oh, and then do another set of them. I knew while I was doing them, by the burning in my calves that I knew would hurt later. Which is to be expected! This wouldn’t be one of my favorite fitness classes if it didn’t hurt me at least a little the days following.

What I wasn’t expecting was losing my ability to walk like a normal human being. Well, that and losing a good night’s sleep because every move I make doesn’t feel good so the last two nights have been awful.

Yesterday wasn’t too bad. I woke up, stood up, and barely made it to the shower because of my sore calves. Put on heels for the day (I had a job interview–went well, by the way) and the pain wasn’t that bad! But when I put on my flats around lunch time–GODALLMIGHTY! Yep, that’s when the first major pain hit. I guess high heels contract the calf muscles and flats extend them… thus accounting for the pain. So after my interview (where the heels were promptly returned to my feet so as to not scare the media coordinator with a wicked limp/hunchback), I went to a friends house to have Greek food, watch Tangled, and play Wii. I felt bad for whining so much because of the pain in my calves. Mostly people have been laughing at how much pain I’m in. Not sure I like that either.

And today… was WORSE. It was a Pole day again–which I went to. In heels. She said I had to take them off and stretch my calves as often and as lightly as I could. Which makes total sense. But GODALLMIGHTY yet again! Any stretch I attempted to do had tears bursting through the dams in my eyes. Luckily, she had us do upper body this morning so my calves weren’t so involved. But still…

So by the time I finished lunch and got home around 3, my legs were killing to the point where the dams were free flowing. Driving made them cramp up even more. I had to persuade my mom to take me to my nail appointment. Where I was in tears as well. I’m such a boob…

After that, I immediately hopped into a hot bath where I massaged and stretched my legs. Ahhhhhhhh… felt amazing and I could actually walk normally for a few minutes. Before I sat down again. There was one point where I was afraid to sit down because I knew the pain would come back quickly so I stayed up cleaned my room instead. Helped for a little bit then they cramped again since I stayed on my feet so long (my room was messy). So today has been a lot about massaging, heating pads, and stretches.

And my calves still kill! I just want to stay in bed! Dear GodAllMighty, chop them off! I beg of you! Just be sure to replace them by Monday, wholesome and pain-free, so I can go to school without such pain.