13 Week Program

 So I have decided to follow my own made up program of fitness from Jillian Michaels to tone up.  I had a program I followed with the Sugar detoxification that I did when I first started this blog, and that helped me get through it, so now I’m going to do it again, this time not only with the sugar, but with fitness. 

 I find that for me I see a fitness dvd, I do it, and then I take a few weeks off afterwards.  I have found that no results from that dvd will stay unless you continue on.  So I have 13 weeks of nonstop Jillian fun (*Cough not fun *Cough) planned out.  Not only will it will be the Jillian DVD’s but it will also be the cleaner eating and without artificial or processed sugar (mostly, except for a few days).

Week 1: 30 Day Shred, Part 2 – November 11 – 17 – COMPLETE!

Week 2: 30 Day Shred, Part 2, and beginning of Part 3 – November 18 – 24

Week 3: 30 Day Shred, Part 3 – November 25 – December 1

Week 4: Ripped in 30 – December 2 – 8

Week 5: Ripped in 30 – December 9 – 15

Week 6: Ripped in 30 – December 16 – 22

Week 7: Ripped in 30 – December 23 – 29

Week 8: 6 Week 6 Pack – December 30 – January 5

Week 9: 6 Week 6 Pack – January 6 – January 12

Week 10: 6 Week 6 Pack – January 13 – January 19

Week 11: 6 Week 6 Pack – January 20 – January 26

Week 12: 6 Week 6 Pack – January 27 – February 2

Week 13: 6 Week 6 Pack – February 3 – February 9

 There you have it…That is my plan for working out.  I will stick to this plan and take a minimum of 1 day to a maximum of 2 days off a week.  The 1 day off is because rest is just as important to your bodies overall health as working out is and 2 days off are just in case something comes up and I can’t fit in the work out (though my mantra is “There is someone busier then you working out right now” so there are no excuses.)

 I fully believe that this is something I can accomplish and something that will help keep me motivated to continue each week because I’ve set goals.  If I don’t have a challenge or goals in front of me, I get sidetracked pretty easily. 

 I started with 30 Day Shred, Part 2, because I had begun the program a few weeks prior to starting this challenge and Part 1 was really easy for me.  I got bored and quit for a while and then decided to start this challenge so I started on Part 2 which is more of a challenge then Part 1.

 With these workouts, they are all about 30 minutes a day, I will also be incorporating my own crunches, squats, and hand weight routine, with some extra cardio boosts each day.  These additions will help my overall calorie burn but also help with the toning process and health.

 I have done all of these workouts before, and I had the best results!  I am doing it in this particular order, because the 30 day shred is meant to help get some fat under control, Ripped in 30 is meant to tone you, and 6 week 6 pack is meant to help your core after you’ve toned that up a little. 

 I will keep you updated on this blog with pictures, ideas that happen while working out, new additions to the workouts, my thoughts about the workouts, etc…

After Week 1 Pictures

Core Picture

 

Side picture

 

Left Arm

 

Right Arm

An Apple is just an Apple…

An apple is just an apple is just an apple.  They all look similar, taste similar, and you find them all in the same place…a grocery store, or a tree.  But really those statements aren’t all true.  There are many different types of apples and they all have different tastes.  I recently found an apple that I can eat without caramel.  Apples to me are so bitter and the texture is all wrong.  At least, that’s what I thought until I discovered honey crisp apples! 

These little lovely fruits are super sweet and super good!  The texture is just right, not so crunchy but also not too mushy!   If you want an apple that is good on its own, choose the honey crisp apple.  It is in most grocery stores right now.  I got mine at $1.30 each, which seems expensive until you see what some other grocery stores have them priced at.  I was just informed by a friend that she bought two for over $5.00!  Make sure you look around at prices and find a good one that way you can enjoy more of this delicious fruit!

ARGO! A Review.

What does Argo stand for?  Not just a movie title, it’s an action…it means go and see it!  Greg and I went to the movies a few days ago, and decided to watch this film.  I wasn’t really looking forward to it, I would have rather went and seen a different movie, but we compromised on what we both wanted and settled on Argo. 

The first seen is of the people in the embassy and it’s when they are bombarded with the local people trying to get in to take captives.  You literally feel scared yourself.  I felt so scared for those people because they had nowhere to go and they had a job to do. 

 The sounds and the film mixed with real footage of the raid makes it even more real feeling. 

 I loved the creative angle that went behind them trying to go and get the hostages back.

 The acting was wonderful and the actors, all but one, really looked like the real people who went through this predicament. 

 At the end, you find out, that countries have looked to Argo as a way to work together when they need to do so.  It makes you wonder that if more people focused on humans as humans and didn’t worry about what country or background they are from, how much we could accomplish in this world for the better. 

 At the end of the film you feel excited, empowered, and if you are like us, we talked about it all the way home. 

 I’m not going to give you anymore feedback on the film because I want you to go out and watch it, I want you to feel the pain, fear, anxiety, joyfulness, sadness, and anger in the film when you watch it.  It feels like a rollercoaster of emotions when you watch it, but I think that’s what really brings the story to life.  Considering it’s also based off factual events, it’s even more of a reason to go and see it. 

Remember anyone can be a hero!

 I give this film an A-!

Totally Tuesdays Today

 

Home improvement is not something I look forward too.  We’ve had a room we built in the basement for an office space once it is finished.  The walls are up, and all it needed was to be sanded and painted.  We’ve been putting it off and putting it off, but finally this past weekend we went to it!  I was finally feeling better and was able to put some actual strength into doing things.  We sanded the whole room, and then we painted it.  Greg painted the parts near the ceiling in floor boards and the corners and I did the roller.  I have never painted a room before and I was really not looking forward to this at all, but I marched downstairs and gave it my all.  It actually was a lot of fun, once you got the hang of it.  We jammed out to music, and ended up having a mini paint fight.  Overall a productive and fun weekend!  So if you have a project that neesd to be completed and you’ve kept putting it off…just get it done!  You’ll feel better once it’s completed AND who knows, you might just have fun like we did! 🙂

Sanding away…the whole room got really dusty and it looked like fog in the room.

See…what did I tell you! I’m covered from all the sanding we did!

Greg, painting the more difficult areas by brush.

 

Me, behind a wall I just finished painting! It was great having completed this project 🙂

 

notice the paint on the face? Yeah, part of our paint war 🙂 ha!

Food Whoops!

 Sometimes eating healthy can cause some confusion if you don’t read the label completely. For example: sometimes it says healthy for you, good for your heart, etc…but really it’s none of the above. You’ve got to make wise consumer choices and actually read the ingredient list. It use to take me 15 minutes to make a trip to the grocery store. I didn’t look at anything, just grabbed what we needed. Now, when I go, it can take over an hour if I’m really looking for new things to add to our plates that are good and good for us.

Greg is starting to do this a little too, and has even enjoyed the new grocery store that I call home at least once a week for about an hour. When we go, just to pick up a few things, we end up with a cart full each time. The food is SO good, and we enjoy the samples, and the many new food option.

Sometimes eating healthy can cause things that you thought was one thing, to actually be something different all together. For example, Greg picked up some Chinese food for us to make for dinner one evening. He picked up orange chicken. When we pulled it out of the freeze and found out it was “chickenless vegan” orange morsels, I didn’t think he was going to go for it. We made them, no use in wasting food, and actually enjoyed our dinner.

Whoops! That doesn’t say Chicken, it says Chicken-less. At least we tried it and found out we actually enjoyed it! 🙂 It’s a good whoops!

I have become more adventurous in my eating habits too and I’m willing to try new foods that I never would have tried before. I happened to like the chickenless vegan morsels, and pomegranate seeds, and apple pears, and quite a few other things.

Sometimes when you try something new, you might be surprised what you will find that you like.

Weekend: Part 3

Monday I woke up feeling tired and weak, still, but I decided to head to work.  I got ready for the day and took some pain medicine.  I made my lunch and breakfast, kissed Greg goodbye, petted Bella and told her to be good, and I was out the door. 

On the way to work, my chest was feeling really tight.  I turned to check a blind spot on the interstate and a jabbing pain flew through my chest.  Alright, that wasn’t fun.  Since it was Monday morning I decided to sing one of my favorite songs that came on the radio to help make the morning a little brighter, and a stabbing pain flipped through my chest and it brought instant tears to my eyes.  I have never felt this type of pain in my chest before.

I called Greg and he said he would try and make a doctor’s appointment for me.  He asked me how I was, and I told him I was scared.  I have never had this type of pain in my chest before.  I spoke with my mom after getting off the phone with Greg and she told me that when this happened a few years ago it took me about a week or two to fully feel better after that allergic reaction; but that I never said I had this stabbing like pain before.  She told me to go to the doctors as well to make sure no permanent damage had happened to my heart. 

I walk into my office, put down my things, try and wipe my eyes clear of any new tears that had popped in my eyes and told my supervisor what was happening.  I waited for Greg to tell me about a doctors appointment.  He finally tells me that they can’t see me until Tuesday morning.  At this point my pain has really gotten worse and I’m ready to see a doctor.  I call my doctors office and see if they can get me in, rudely they tell me that there are no appointments available for the day.  I call my mom to see what she thinks, and she told me to go to urgent care.  I go back into my office and tell my supervisor I need to go to urgent care and I will leave during my lunch hour (because I don’t like to be a problem), and she told me to leave now. 

I leave and head to urgent care, the whole way my chest is tightening up and the stabbing pain comes and goes.  I get to urgent care, fill out the paper work, tell the nurses what I am feeling and then sit in the waiting room for about 2 hours.  Finally I get called back.  I go back with the nurse and she takes my vitals.  She looks at me, blinks, and says calmly, “Well that’s not good.”  She takes me into a different room and tells me the doctor will be in very soon.  2 minutes later the doctor rushes in, takes my vitals again, and tells me the bad news, you need to go to the E.R. right now and we are calling an ambulance.  I told them I didn’t want an ambulance, which after I said that the doctor wanted to call them anyway and kept pushing it. I told her no, once more and asked to sign the wavier to drive myself!  At this point I’m thinking, why did they let me sit here for almost 2 hours just to tell me to leave!

I drove to the hospital where Greg works and he met me in the lobby and took me to the E.R..  Apparently anyone who says they are having chest pains gets pounced on in the E.R., and I was rushed back.  I was hooked up to all these machines and I got different x-rays and tons of blood tests were done.  This was not a fun time.  I had to explain the story over and over, about how I think it’s just an allergic reaction, that I’m just scared because I’ve never felt that stabbing pain before (it was much different than the pains over the weekend), and how I think the guy in the stretcher needed them all more than me.  I just needed to be checked out to make sure the pain wasn’t anything else and that there wasn’t any permanent damage.  They weren’t really listening to my pleas of any kind.

I had so many wires connected to me and they took so much blood. Not a happy camper at this point.

After the took all my tests I sat in the room waiting for the results.  I kept thinking, I should have gone to the E.R. Saturday morning with Greg when he offered, I probably had a heart attack and don’t even know it, the doctors are going to come back in here and tell me that they have to do something horrible STAT or something…

After about 45 minutes the doctor came in and told me the test results came back fine and that they have concluded that the pain and fast heart beat was probably from the allergic reaction to antihistamines.  I asked them if they could give me anything or if I needed to have specific instructions. 

So here they are:  No caffeine for a while. Don’t put yourself in any situations where your heart will start to race for a week or two.  Rest often.  Drink a lot of fluids.  Don’t work out for one to two weeks.  And if you start feeling more heart palpitations and chest pain to come back to the E.R. right away. 

One thing that I did find out from all of this, that I was really excited about what that my heart, considering all of my family history – on both sides! – which is really bad with heart attacks starting as early as 45 years old for some people, my heart looks really healthy, they were quite impressed and when I told them how I work out and I’m trying to eat healthier and organic foods more now, they told me to keep that up.  The difference can be seen on the machines and the x-rays.  Apparently my heart and lungs are top notch and they were pretty amazed. 

The other GREAT news was, again, I have no permanent damage from lack of oxygen due to my racing heart that lasted over the whole weekend. 

 I went home after they discharged me and I had to remove myself from watching the Cardinals game so I wouldn’t get my heart racing…GO CARDS GO! 12 in ’12!! And the Cardiac Cards, how true is that name if you think about when this all started on Friday!

 And I took off Tuesday from work, as well, so I could get even more rest to my chest.  It was a boring day of just sitting around and not doing much.  But I had some company with Bella at my side the whole day! 

Bella kept me company throughout the whole thing. She knew something was wrong.

It’s Thursday and I’m still having some chest tightness, but most of the stabbing pains have gone away.  I’m hoping that by this weekend driving won’t be so uncomfortable and early next week I will feel up to exercising again.  The rule about no working out is making my evenings pretty boring, especially since I can’t get too excited about anything to try and keep my heart rate steady.  I can’t wait to be able to work out again! 

 

Anyway that is my horrifying weekend/week.  It’s getting better and I’m sorry I kept many of you in the dark, but I slept most of these days away or just didn’t feel up to doing much other than on the couch snuggled up with my dog and resting.

Weekend: Part 2

About an hour after trying to fall asleep I woke up, freaking out.  I felt like my body was running a marathon and my heart was beating SO fast and I wanted to start breathing quickly. 

I realized what was happening after I fully assessed the situation.  I was having that allergic reaction that I had a few years ago due to the medicine.  I called out to Greg and asked him to come to bed so I could hold his hand to remind myself that I was still alive and I was going to be alright. 

He kept asking me if I wanted to go to the E.R. because I was short of breath, I was in pain, and my heart was beating so fast (he could feel it in my pulse).  I told him no each time because I figured it would stop after a few hours.  I had a family reunion to go to the next morning and I wanted to go so badly to see my Great Great Great Great Aunts and my many cousins on my moms side.  If I went to the E.R. they were just going to tell me what I already know that is going on, and it will cause me to not get much sleep and we wouldn’t be able to go to the family reunion.  So he laid down. 

 

This is me, wide awake around 4a.m….I am tired, in pain, and grumpy…not a good night…

After about an hour and a half, Greg started to fall asleep.  I didn’t let go of his hand though until around 5a.m..  I know this had to be uncomfortable for him, but I needed to feel someone elses hand in mine to remind myself I was going to be alright. 

 I started to fall asleep around 2a.m., but then once I closed my eyes all I could feel was my heart beating super fast.  I had to concentrate on Gregs hand to remember to breath normally and not to hyperventilate.    I kept telling myself, I’m going to be ok, this is just an allergic reaction, don’t freak out, this will pass, you’ll feel better tomorrow, just try and relax, don’t think about it, remember to breathe…and other things of the sort.   I ended up praying to help calm myself down, that seemed to help the most…

 Around 4:45a.m., I started my status on my blog page: October 13 “Yes, it is 4:46 in the morning…yes, I have been awake all night…yes, I’m not happy about it…and yes, you will read about why in my next blog post…today will be filled with naps.” 

 

Do you see that time? Who is up at that time…not me…well usually…this night was horribly long and painful 😦

Around 5a.m. I let myself start to drift to sleep.  It wasn’t a restful sleep, but at this point I just needed sleep.  Again with a beating heart that is racing super fast you feel like your body is exerting its self while you aren’t doing anything.  I felt like I had ran 26.2 miles nonstop all night over and over. 

 When my alarm went off it was 9:40a.m., I had to start getting up to go to the reunion.  Greg took my pulse again, and it was still racing.  I called my mom and told her what happened and she told me not to go to the reunion and just to rest that day.  I was so upset that I would have to stay home but honestly glad I was able to stay in bed.  I went back to sleep around 11 and didn’t wake up until around 5p.m. that evening. 

 My heart rate, at this point, had slowed down, but it was still faster than usual.   Saturday went by in kind of a blur of drowsiness for me.  Late that evening I was feeling better, I felt like my heart beat was closer to normal, still a little high but more normal then it had been in almost 24 hours.  My sister in law came over and we all watched TV and talked about her wedding set for 2014.  It was a good evening.  I wasn’t scared to fall asleep that evening and I rested comfortably. 

 Sunday morning I got up, and decided I wanted to break out of this joint and go to church.  I didn’t want my stupid heart to stop me from going to something I love again.  Greg took my pulse and said it felt normal.  That was good. 

In the shower, though, my breathing started to pick up, all my energy was being zapped by my heart beating faster and faster.  I slowed down and made myself calm down and got my heartbeat back to normal again.  How scary is that?!?! 

 When we got to church I didn’t sing, I just stood there, and I grasped Gregs arm a lot for balance.  I felt weak, but I was glad I was there.  Later that afternoon Greg, my father in law, and I went to a fall festival in town.  They walked slowly for me, since walking fast hurt my chest, and we took a few breaks along the way.  I got my blood pressure done for free and it was higher than usual, but after what I had been through, I expected that.

We went to Gregs grandpas churchs picnic which is near the fall fest and both Greg and his dad made me sit down.  They said I was looking pale and so they called my mother in law to come and get me.  She is a wonderful nurse, and took me home and helped me rest and relax until Greg got home.  I felt like an invalid.  I went to bed around 9p.m. that evening, which is very abnormal and early for me. 

 Sunday the whole day my chest was feeling tight and I’d sometimes get a stabbing pain or two if I moved a certain way or breathed too deeply…the next day was a really scary day for my chest…

 

Stay tuned for part three of my weekend series tomorrow…