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a little squishier rn from PMS but still taking progress pics. and at least i don’t have to pose or flex or angle or stick out anything to show off glute gains—just gotta stand there and get my arm out the way. so that’s something.

also i deadlifted 270lb yesterday for a PR, no belt, no sumo, cramps galore, and after not having deadlifted in well over a month.

btw i always take my progress pics BEFORE the gym, so i have never once had a single pump in any of my photos lmao

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Day 3: 8/15

Breakdown:

Breakfast: 83

1/2 Cup Mashed Sweet Potato - 83

Lunch: 485

1 GF Mission Tortilla - 150

3 Slices Primo Taglio Turkey - 50

2 Slices Good Planet DF garlic and herb cheese - 110

6 Mt. Olive Bread and Butter Pickles - 25

1 Serving Bowl & Basket Potato chips - 150

Dinner: 547

7 oz Butterball Ground Turkey - 262

1/2 Cup Homemade Mashed Potatoes - 105

2 Cups Hanover Peas - 180

Snacks: 240

12 GF Chocolate Kinni Kritters - 140

1 DF Vanilla Coconut IceCream Sandwich - 100

Beverage:

144 Oz Water

3 Cups Black Coffee

Exercise: 6494 Steps // 5 Floors Climbed // 2.52 Miles // 38 Active Min

Rain rain please stop I’ve had enough. Seriously the weather has been absolutely bonkers since last week and I’m sick of it. I want summer back, it’s only August it should not be this cold and dark and windy.

However a light drizzle did not stop me from walking around the neighborhood delivering some of our massive garden harvest to all of the neighbors and then going for a quick walk. It only rained on me a little bit so I was okay. Despite the fairly cold breeze it was nice to begin to experience the outside world again.

And now that brings me to well, now actually, where I am writing this post (spider free tonight thank goodness) and feeling my face mask begin to burn as it continues to dry out on my cheeks. Self-care am i right?

Anyways that’s all I have for you today.

Let me know whatcha doin and I’ll cheer you on!

F~G~S

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Back on my swim again

So Monday I wanted to end the year on a strong note. I got up early, packed up my gear, and drove the 45 minutes to my gym to get in my swim. Once I got there, I was greeted by an empty parking lot & a sign that said they would be closed all day on New Year’s Day.

Sigh... but at least I tried, right?

So Tuesday I ate a bunch of junk food & didn’t work out because.... you know... holiday calories don’t count.... :D

On Thursday, me and 3/4th of the American population hit the gym. Again, I got up early, drove the 45 minutes to my gym to get in a swim. Once I got there, I was greeted by an incredibly packed parking lot, and I made my way to the swimming pool. The manager was outside and informed me that their lifeguard had called in sick, and so she couldn’t open the pool. I was wearing my flip-flops, and the only other shoes I had with me were my dress shoes for work. Sigh.

There is another gym that’s much closer to my house, but I had an annual membership at the other one from before we moved. But twice in one week is just too much of a time sink. So yesterday afternoon, I went & signed up for an annual membership at a gym that’s two blocks from my house.

This morning I got in & got my swim on, although I did have to cut it a bit short once I realized I forgot my water bottle and I felt the chlorine churning in my stomach. But since exercise is more about self-discipline than anything else, I’m calling this week a success, even if it took my 3 tries to finally got the New Year started “right.”

675 Yards in 00:23:00, GOLF score 88.

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If you’ve been following my journey for the last year, you know how downhill everything has gone since August 2017. After I moved into my apartment and started a serious relationship all my lifestyle changes went out the window. I practically stopped working out for seven months, doing sporadic workouts every few weeks just to attempt to convince myself that everything was fine. And I was eating absolute garbage, my carb intake was way too high for all the sitting around I was doing. Then when New Years Eve came and the relationship ended and the depression spiked, there was no looking back. I put on 47 lbs from 8/5/17 - 3/7/18. It wasn’t until I stepped on the scale a few weeks ago that I realized how bad everything had gotten. In the span of seven months, I had gone from 199.8 lbs to 246 like it was nothing. I had just waisted the 14 months of hard work and dedication I put in to lose the god awful 71 lbs. On the seventh I made a vow to myself: no matter what happens or how shitty life gets, I will not ever let myself near 250 lbs again. I first started this journey in March of 2015. Back then I was 17 years old and 254 lbs. I had had it with being fat and I wanted something to change. I didn’t have the resources or the support I needed then and I had no idea what I was doing, but I still tried. By March of 2016, I was 18, 273 lbs, and only getting heavier. That May, at graduation, I was 280 lbs - the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life and the most determined I could ever be for a change. 280 was my stresser and for the next year, I worked harder than I ever had before. I got a job unloading trucks: I was on my feet all the time, lifting boxes, doing squats, sorting and stocking merchandise for 8-12 hours almost every day. I walked everywhere I went and my relationship with food was nothing special. I stopped eating when I was bored - I only ate what I needed to and it was always balanced, pre-portioned, healthy foods. I had a complete different lifestyle. In March of 2017, when I began my blog, I was 19, 215.2 lbs, and the smallest I had been since sophomore year. I was active, proud to be in my body for the first time since the eighth grade, and ready to take on new types of responsibilities. My low point was my happiest point and once I hit it, my mindset began to change. I slowly began to digress into juices, French fries, sodas, pizza, and all the other foods that once brought me comfort because I was comfortable with myself. I had lost 55 pounds by then, I could afford to eat something bad every once in a while. Then my life changed some more, I got a promotion out of the back room and lost my main source of exercise. I started school, lost most of my remaining free time, and began to eat when I was stressed. Then came the boyfriend; proof that comfort with myself had paid off and another change in my priorities. Not long after, I moved into an apartment, stopped walking everywhere and started to take lyft because of a time crunch... And then the weight began to trickle back on, my relationship with myself began to go dark, and I tried desperately to find something to hold onto - something to keep me afloat. Then came the end of 2017, the loss of the boyfriend, and the heightened descent back into comfort food and staying within the cocoon of my bed. Seven months went by in the blink of an eye and I was 24 lbs from being exactly where I started. Now, three years into my journey, I’m 20 and 236 lbs. In three years I’ve only managed to actually lose 18 lbs. That’s not very impressive and kind of disheartening after the time I’ve put in to be a healthier version of myself. However, after three years of ups and downs, I’ve come to the realization that the only person responsible for every backslide and misstep is myself. I am my biggest obstacle when it comes to weight loss... but someday I won’t be. I’m not giving up just yet. I’ve still got far too much to lose. Three years in and I’m still redefining my relationship with food and exercise. I’m taking it a day at a time, taking the time to make sizable changes, and doing what’s right for my body. I’m cooking, running, taking the long way instead of taking shortcuts, and, most importantly, reminding myself of why I started doing this in the first place. Hope, health, and happiness are my reasons for continuing to want to change. I hope to be healthy so that I may live a long and happy life, whether that’s by myself or with others. I hope to live long enough to reach my personal and career goals, find love, and make a living doing what I love. And most of all, I hope that everyone out there who’s struggling with their weight, body image, or themselves can look to this as a sign of hope. The battles we fight on our own are the hardest and sometimes you just need a little faith. It may not be today, a few months from now, or a few years but one day you’ll win. And when you do, there won’t be anything to stand in your way. // 25 Mar 2018

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Day 101 Exercise Journal, 3 April 2018: No Sleep 'Till Brooklyn Half Marathon training is done.

Walking, moderate sweating, 70 minutes.

Today is the first day of a comeback from a setback. I had a wake up call that to finish The Brooklyn Half Marathon before a milestone birthday, I need to change my exercise schedule.

If I don't exercise before work, then I have to change right into exercise clothing and go out immediately after coming home. A light snack and water is enough to give me a boost. Tomorrow about an hour before work ends, I can snack on a banana so there is no stopping.

The immediate goal this month is to meet the adult exercise guidelines of The American Heart Association, 150 minutes per week and avoid injury. The habit is exercise every day, even if just a leisurely stroll for 15 minutes.

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Exercise Journal: June 13th

Can I just say shoutout to these fitblrs out here looking after small children while trying to exercise?? Because it’s hard AS FUCK.

Not gonna post my usual format for exercise journal entries since I barely met my previous maxes, because my niece decided to be a whirling dervish of danger every second I wasn’t looking right at her. Shout out to the beautiful caretakers out there tryna get yourselves tight while keeping small reckless things in one piece, MAD RESPECT. 🌻🌻🌻