fit by 27: weeks five and six

 

The week of 7/12-7/18 was week four and 7/19-25 was week five of Fit By 27.


 


WORKOUTS THIS WEEK:

  • Sunday, 7/12:  Tone It Up Bikini Arms 2014
  • Monday, 7/13: session of Couch to 5K (working on number 8 on my fitness bucket list).
  • Tuesday, 7/14: Went to a Pilates class at my gym! Working on number 1 on my fitness bucket list of attending all the group fitness classes at my gym.
  • Wednesday, 7/15: session of Couch to 5K
  • Thursday, 7/16: Walk with the dog.
  • Friday, 7/17: 13. 4 mile bike ride with Dan in the metroparks near our house, bringing my total miles to  miles so far for my goal of biking 100 miles outside by the end of my fall break (number 9 on my fitness bucket list).
  • Saturday, 7/18 and Sunday, 7/19: No workout
  • Monday, 7/20: Walk with the dog.
  • Tuesday, 7/21: I hit balls at the driving range!
  • Wednesday, 7/22: No workout
  • Thursday, 7/23 and Friday, 7/24: Was putting my classroom together, and walked over 10,000 steps (according to my Fitbit)
  • Saturday, 7/25: No workout
  • Sunday, 7/26: session of Couch to 5K

 

 

NUTRITION THIS WEEK:
My mission is to eat for health!

I was really struggling with food the last week. I indulged in oversized portions of “treat” foods and then felt terribly guilty about it. It sent me in a spiral of crying on my floor and trying to figure out how to move forward. In high school, after I had my 1st knee surgery and was restricted from sports, I became borderline anorexic. I felt overwhelmed with everything and just didn’t eat. I got to my lowest weight ever then. I probably would have kept going except I started swimming again and my perfectionist desire to be the best swimmer ever took precedent and went back to eating “normal” (well, normal for a swimmer).

In college I would get stressed out and eat junk foods even though I knew they would make me sick (what I thought was IBS, but turns out was celiac) b/c the whole binge eating and sick process made me feel better emotionally. Then I tried Weight Watchers and while it worked for losing the freshmen 15 I became OCD and super hard on myself about meeting points exactly. I remembered what happened in high school and I panicked and didn’t want to try to lose weight anymore out of fear I would develop an eating disorder, despite the fact my eating was already pretty disordered. I put the weight I lost back on, plus more.

I continuously struggle between wanting to hold myself accountable and wanting to be kind to myself. I know I can easily go down an unhealthy perfectionist path of OCD, guilt, and restriction, but instead I’m stuck on the unhealthy path of eating whatever I want because it’s easier to not try to be balanced and healthy than to try and fail. Of course this is all complicated by what I now know is celiac disease and the effects it has had on my body. I don’t know the answer. I know I deserve to lose weight, so I can be at a healthy BMI and not risk diabetes. I know my body deserves love while it heals from celiac damage and knee surgery, and it also deserves to be challenged and grow strong. I know my mental health deserves to be a priority and protected. I know I will keep doing my best to give myself those things. I decided to give myself a mantra: “I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”

 

 

WEIGHT AND MEASUREMENTS THIS WEEK:
No progress.

 

If you’d like to follow my Fit By 27 journey more closely, follow me on Instagram under the username @kcd_fit.

 

*First image created with the Rhonna Designs app.

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Blue Jackets Game…and Speaking Up

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At the beginning of the year, I created a 101 in 1001 list. On my list was attending a Blue Jackets game. I had never been to an NHL game before, and the Blue Jackets are the NHL team in Columbus, OH, my husband’s hometown. So for Christmas, I bought three tickets for a game (for him, his best friend, and me) to attend while visiting Columbus for a weekend.

We went to the game a couple weekends ago. It was fun! The atmosphere at the game wasn’t quite as exciting as I hoped it would be, except when a shot was close to being a goal scored, a goal was scored, or a fight broke out. I’m used to college hockey games in a much smaller setting, so that might be why. The first period of the game was really fun, though! Hockey is definitely a sport, like football, that I prefer watching in person.

In between the first and second period Dan and his best friend, Tristan, said they were going to go to the bathroom and asked I wanted to walk around. I said no, I’d stay there. After a couple minutes by myself an older gentlemen came and sat next to me. He was friendly and was made small talk, and by all signs was harmless. But he kept touching my knee and my back, which made me uncomfortable. Then he asked me to blow my nose into a tissue and then give it to him so he could keep it in his special collection of tissues so the Blue Jackets would maintain their winning streak. I declined, feeling even more uncomfortable.

But I didn’t get up and walk away. I didn’t ask him to leave. I just kept making polite small talk. I don’t know why I didn’t pursue either of those totally logical and legitimate options when I was in a situation that, though extremely weird was most likely harmless, made me feel uncomfortable. I guess because I didn’t want to be rude or hurt someone’s feelings. I didn’t want to make “a mountain out of a molehill.” But I felt uncomfortable, so even if it wasn’t a situation in which I was in harm’s way, I shouldn’t have felt like I was being rude or dramatic if I spoke up or walked away. I am sharing this experience because I think a lot of people get into situations where someone is overstepping limits and nothing is said or done about because they fear being impolite or dramatic, or they just hope by ignoring what’s happening it will go away. I have no problem encouraging my students, family, and friends to stick up for themselves or defending them if I feel their well-being is threatened in the slightest manner, but for some reason, when it was just me, by myself, with no one else I knew around me, I shut down. I hope I’m never in an awkward and uncomfortable situation like that again, but if I am, I know I owe it to myself – and the person who is pushing boundaries – to speak up and make it clear what is happening is not okay.

Eventually the man got up and left, and I immediately texted Dan and Tristan what happened and to hurry back (why hadn’t I done that earlier? Because there was no way I could text without the man seeing what I was typing…and again, I was afraid of being rude). When they returned, we left our seats and spend the rest of the game walking around the arena and watching the game from another spot. We still had fun, but I hope I can go to another game sometime in the future so I can hopefully have a more overall positive experience.

Have you ever been in an awkward and uncomfortable situation where you didn’t speak up? Or that you did?