Seemed perfectly appropriate to update my numbers on Day 30 of my challenge.
To preface, I am still absolutely loving my nutrition plan with Herbalife.
My routine has remained the same these past five weeks. I have been drinking my shakes twice a day, consuming much more tea than coffee, and supplementing meals with two multivitamins.
My meals have become more protein enriched and enhanced, as I have scouted out lunches, snacks, and dinners that involve turkey, fish, lean meats, nuts, greek yogurt, vegetables, and complex carbs. My protein intake has dramatically increased, leading to a mindset alteration with what I had originally deemed "good" or "bad."
In the past, I would have chosen a bag of crackers over a snack of nuts due to caloric content. Now, I choose my foods based on the balance of calories, protein, and overall nutrition. The added factor of protein in my decision making has dramatically changed the choices I make and ends up leaving my body healthier, fuller, and more content. Calories are still relevant, but not nearly as much. This shift has been wonderful.
The amount I am eating each day has also increased, as I aim to eat every 2-3 hours, with a total of 6 meals per day. I try to never allow myself to go hungry, I eat within 30 minutes of rising, and I still snack up my favorite items, but with increased self control and moderation.
My overall review of this lifestyle change is simple. My changes did not occur overnight and the addition of new foods, a different timetable, and vitamins were tricky at times. With that said, practice makes perfect. Each week has gotten easier and I have gotten better at incorporating my 6 meals into my work and life schedule. It isn't difficult - the adjustment just takes time.
SO, WHAT HAS HAPPENED THESE PAST 5 WEEKS?
RESULTS ARE IN..... and pictures are on their way. Drumroll please.....
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 145
BMI: 18.4
Pounds of lean muscle: 114
This is exactly what I want and I am so thrilled the ball is rolling. My weight is exactly the same, my BMI dropped almost 2%, and my pounds of lean muscle increased.
Here's to celebrating that 2%.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
30 + some extra cred.
Day 30 of my 30 day challenge.
It's here. It happened. A small victory to celebrate.
My last day definitely ended with the bang it deserved. It was a long, drawn out day of sun, sweat, friends, and the santa monica canyon.
The 30 day trek ended just as it began - pummeling up and down the wooden steps at the SM stairs. The long loop up and down was a little sweeter than usual. Having two athletic, strong, and motivated guys with me (especially ones who love to take their shirts off) on the steps made the sweat much more fun. So glad Matt and Eugenio joined in - don't think I could have done 12 sets and a hill run without them.
After all, I do love being the only girl in a group of guys. Someone has to put in the points for the females and prove who's boss....
haha.
A few hours later, still salty, sweaty, and full from brunch, we moved on to phase two. Again, the workout got even juicier with the addition of Matt K., Clare, and Lucas.
With a packed car, we drove up to the Westridge trails in Mandeville Canyon. The hike is absurd. I'm reminded at how lucky I am to have this within a 10 minute drive. The trails dip up and down along the Santa Monica canyon, outlining the hills, and setting its hikers on top of the world. It's as if you're on a path above all others - with no trees, hills, or rocks barring the view from downtown Los Angeles to Catalina island. It's spectacular.
After a trek to the base of the mountains, we roller-coastered our way up and down the dirt roads with Lucas nipping out our heels. Only pictures will do these crazy hill runs justice.
And the extra credit? Got this crew down to beach bootcamp this morning.
Tomorrow? Time to relax.
Friday, May 25, 2012
28 + 29.
Day 28 and 29 of my 30 day challenge.
Day 28. Not going to lie. Kind of weaseled my way through the day. With a date night with Matt to look forward to post work, I didn't feel like sweating much when my shift ended.
Fortunately, I was on my feet all day and walked the neighborhood after leaving the store. I'm trying hard to push through to the finish, but lost a little steam today.
Day 29. Although I still woke up feeling a little sluggish today - I knew that I would disappoint myself if i didn't push through the tired and get my heart beating and body sweating. So, instead of waiting, I immediately rolled out of bed, put my crazy hair into a ponytail, grabbed my running shoes, and went for a run. Using the treadmill in house today was good compromise.
After only being awake for an hour, my workout was complete, I was thoroughly drenched, and my next mission was taking my hungry self to lunch. Not bad.
Tomorrow is already day 30. I have the day off of work, friends in town, and a clear schedule. Need to end this off with a bang.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
25 + 26 + 27.
Day 25, 26, and 27 of my 30 day challenge.
Got a little behind here. So close to the finish line!
Day 25. Switched things up and finally got into a class at The Bar Method in Brentwood. This place is seriously popular. I have tried to go multiple times, (only to show up sweating, of course, because I am running late) to a full and packed class. I finally felt like a VIP when the nice receptionist felt bad for me and let me sneak into the crowded room.
The wait was well worth it. I loved the instructor I had. As packed as the class was, she was still able to tweak my body, give me tips, and literally hold me in place during certain poses and movements. This goes miles with me. I am still a fish out of water with this type of workout and lack the poise and dancer-like grace that most people around me have. Any feedback is eagerly and appreciatively received on my end.
Last but not least, the spa-esque vibe and the free hair ties at the counter are a gigantic win. Good place.
Day 26. Began the day with an early morning walk with Matt and Lucas. While the sweat on these types of days is minimal, I love the simplicity of the routine. I build up a warmth in my body, wander Brentwood before it wakes up, and get my dog out moving. Four miles later, we're back home and ready to start the day.
Day 27. Let's just say that I am glad I ran today. I did a loop out on the Brentwood golf course at a quicker speed than usual. While I have only been in the mood for shorter runs, my compromise is simply trying to pick up the pace.
Dinner tonight, at The Tasting Kitchen, was thoroughly wonderful. With about a loaf of bread and a plate of pasta in my stomach, I'm thanking myself for the run earlier.
And... yes... I think I ate a loaf. Whoops.
Got a little behind here. So close to the finish line!
Day 25. Switched things up and finally got into a class at The Bar Method in Brentwood. This place is seriously popular. I have tried to go multiple times, (only to show up sweating, of course, because I am running late) to a full and packed class. I finally felt like a VIP when the nice receptionist felt bad for me and let me sneak into the crowded room.
The wait was well worth it. I loved the instructor I had. As packed as the class was, she was still able to tweak my body, give me tips, and literally hold me in place during certain poses and movements. This goes miles with me. I am still a fish out of water with this type of workout and lack the poise and dancer-like grace that most people around me have. Any feedback is eagerly and appreciatively received on my end.
Last but not least, the spa-esque vibe and the free hair ties at the counter are a gigantic win. Good place.
Day 26. Began the day with an early morning walk with Matt and Lucas. While the sweat on these types of days is minimal, I love the simplicity of the routine. I build up a warmth in my body, wander Brentwood before it wakes up, and get my dog out moving. Four miles later, we're back home and ready to start the day.
Day 27. Let's just say that I am glad I ran today. I did a loop out on the Brentwood golf course at a quicker speed than usual. While I have only been in the mood for shorter runs, my compromise is simply trying to pick up the pace.
Dinner tonight, at The Tasting Kitchen, was thoroughly wonderful. With about a loaf of bread and a plate of pasta in my stomach, I'm thanking myself for the run earlier.
And... yes... I think I ate a loaf. Whoops.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
23 + 24.
Day 23 and 24 of my 30 day challenge.
Day 23 was mellow - recovery day! While it may not truly count, I spent all day on my feet, strolled in the neighborhood, and walked to work. And, in typical Elane fashion, I showed up to Lulu pouring sweat with fro hair despite my attempt to arrive somewhat decent. Whoops.
Day 24. A day of cancellations and changes in plans has turned itself into one of the best sweats ever.
I started with an early morning drive to the beach with my cousin, Chloe. We pulled up to bootcamp and, instead of seeing 300+ people playing dodgeball in the sand, we witnessed barricades and hundreds of runners racing the Santa Monica classic. With the insane blocked off roads, crowded beach, and a cancelled bootcamp - and an impromptu workout was created instead.
Instead of turning around and heading home, we made our way to the shoreline and began walking. The beach was incredibly calm and quiet...reminding me that I need to hit the waves around 8am more often. We barely even noticed that we had made it all the way to muscle beach in Venice before turning around and heading back towards the pier.
Next - and in perfect timing, my best and oldest friend, Genny gave me a call. I had just enough time to put on my running shoes and join her at Power Yoga in Santa Monica for a 10:30am class.
This studio was completely different than anything I've experienced before. No boutique-y waiting room... no candles...no oil scented studio. It was legit. An old ballet studio converted into a bleak and no frills yoga space.
With all the windows closed, about 100 people practicing, and your neighbors toes about 10 inches away from your face - the class got intimate and sweaty fast. Something about the whole experience felt more raw and real than other places I have been. There was a very Berkeley-ish vibe to the entire scene.
With that said, the class was one of the hardest I've ever taken. I was, literally, drinking the sweat that was pouring down my face (and the room, I remind you, was not heated). I almost wish I had had a camera to capture the intensity in the room...I couldn't help but watch the others around me shake, tremble, stretch, sigh, and close their eyes as they tried to hold each pose. You could literally see the thousands of beads of sweat forming on everyone as the air thickened with moisture.
WIth that said, the intensity broke for a minute when the instructor came over to me. He adjusted my feet, gave me some pointers, and then bluntly asked if this was my first class.
Whoops.
I thought I did pretty damn well for a beginner.
Day 23 was mellow - recovery day! While it may not truly count, I spent all day on my feet, strolled in the neighborhood, and walked to work. And, in typical Elane fashion, I showed up to Lulu pouring sweat with fro hair despite my attempt to arrive somewhat decent. Whoops.
Day 24. A day of cancellations and changes in plans has turned itself into one of the best sweats ever.
I started with an early morning drive to the beach with my cousin, Chloe. We pulled up to bootcamp and, instead of seeing 300+ people playing dodgeball in the sand, we witnessed barricades and hundreds of runners racing the Santa Monica classic. With the insane blocked off roads, crowded beach, and a cancelled bootcamp - and an impromptu workout was created instead.
Instead of turning around and heading home, we made our way to the shoreline and began walking. The beach was incredibly calm and quiet...reminding me that I need to hit the waves around 8am more often. We barely even noticed that we had made it all the way to muscle beach in Venice before turning around and heading back towards the pier.
Next - and in perfect timing, my best and oldest friend, Genny gave me a call. I had just enough time to put on my running shoes and join her at Power Yoga in Santa Monica for a 10:30am class.
This studio was completely different than anything I've experienced before. No boutique-y waiting room... no candles...no oil scented studio. It was legit. An old ballet studio converted into a bleak and no frills yoga space.
With all the windows closed, about 100 people practicing, and your neighbors toes about 10 inches away from your face - the class got intimate and sweaty fast. Something about the whole experience felt more raw and real than other places I have been. There was a very Berkeley-ish vibe to the entire scene.
With that said, the class was one of the hardest I've ever taken. I was, literally, drinking the sweat that was pouring down my face (and the room, I remind you, was not heated). I almost wish I had had a camera to capture the intensity in the room...I couldn't help but watch the others around me shake, tremble, stretch, sigh, and close their eyes as they tried to hold each pose. You could literally see the thousands of beads of sweat forming on everyone as the air thickened with moisture.
WIth that said, the intensity broke for a minute when the instructor came over to me. He adjusted my feet, gave me some pointers, and then bluntly asked if this was my first class.
Whoops.
I thought I did pretty damn well for a beginner.
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| post yoga farmer's market. Very LA day :) |
Friday, May 18, 2012
21 + 22.
Day 21 and 22 of my 30 day challenge.
Day 21...My favorite night of the week. Thursday night run club.
Nothing makes me happier than seeing people come back each week. Turning unfamiliar faces into familiar smiles that are ready to sweat, work hard, and create a positive energy for that one, small hour.
Our workout was tough. We pushed harder last night, running from the store to 11th and San Vicente. Elongating our loop and adding on extra blocks felt great and truly amped up the intensity of the run. After the tougher, slightly uphill trek back, we concluded with my new favorite - running a bootcamp on the grass at my old stomping ground, Brentwood Science Magnet. Stations consisted of planks, sprints, bear crawls, crab walks, squats, and burpees.
With everyone thoroughly out of breath and wiped out, we headed back to the store for a special surprise from our veteran run clubbers....a HUGE bag of Diddy Reise cookies. Not a bad way to end the night.
Day 22. The simplicity of running three blocks and having a yoga space and a bar studio are amazing. Today consisted of a quick jog and a trip to Pure Barre. I finally caved and got my sticky socks. After an hour of legs shaking out of control, thighs burning, and sore abs... I ran home to watch the Laker game. Fingers crossed.
Day 21...My favorite night of the week. Thursday night run club.
Nothing makes me happier than seeing people come back each week. Turning unfamiliar faces into familiar smiles that are ready to sweat, work hard, and create a positive energy for that one, small hour.
Our workout was tough. We pushed harder last night, running from the store to 11th and San Vicente. Elongating our loop and adding on extra blocks felt great and truly amped up the intensity of the run. After the tougher, slightly uphill trek back, we concluded with my new favorite - running a bootcamp on the grass at my old stomping ground, Brentwood Science Magnet. Stations consisted of planks, sprints, bear crawls, crab walks, squats, and burpees.
With everyone thoroughly out of breath and wiped out, we headed back to the store for a special surprise from our veteran run clubbers....a HUGE bag of Diddy Reise cookies. Not a bad way to end the night.
Day 22. The simplicity of running three blocks and having a yoga space and a bar studio are amazing. Today consisted of a quick jog and a trip to Pure Barre. I finally caved and got my sticky socks. After an hour of legs shaking out of control, thighs burning, and sore abs... I ran home to watch the Laker game. Fingers crossed.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
20.
Day 20 of my 30 day challenge.
I'll start with being completely honest - almost missed my workout today. I definitely had a teeter tooter moment of debating whether I should squeeze in a sweat prior to work this afternoon. I am so glad I didn't break my challenge 2/3 of the way in...Writing this blog really keeps me motivated and helps keep me honest with my goals. Even if I were the only reader, I'd feel a great benefit in that I am keeping myself accountable.
Today was another beautiful, quick trip to the Santa Monica stairs. It was brutally hot today - or at least felt like it as I slowly ascended and descended the wooden steps. After only 7 loops, I was pouring sweat, heart pounding, and jumped in the car for the store.
On another note, I am getting excited for Pedal on the Pier - a big fundraising event hosted by Kinetic Cycling on June 3rd. Maddie Marcus, Matt Dubin, and I are going to be biking on spin bikes that are going to fill and swallow up the Santa Monica Pier. 100 miles. No big deal.
It's such a fun, unique idea - and sends impoverished kids to summer camp. This event hits home in a multitude of ways and I truly believe in the mission. Camp was a vital part of my growing up. I would love to help share the experience with kids that aren't as lucky as I was.
If you want to donate- anything would help! $1, $5, $10- anything. Seriously. My team would appreciate your support.
https://pedalonthepier.haroldrobinsonfoundation.org/member.asp?m=291
I'll start with being completely honest - almost missed my workout today. I definitely had a teeter tooter moment of debating whether I should squeeze in a sweat prior to work this afternoon. I am so glad I didn't break my challenge 2/3 of the way in...Writing this blog really keeps me motivated and helps keep me honest with my goals. Even if I were the only reader, I'd feel a great benefit in that I am keeping myself accountable.
Today was another beautiful, quick trip to the Santa Monica stairs. It was brutally hot today - or at least felt like it as I slowly ascended and descended the wooden steps. After only 7 loops, I was pouring sweat, heart pounding, and jumped in the car for the store.
On another note, I am getting excited for Pedal on the Pier - a big fundraising event hosted by Kinetic Cycling on June 3rd. Maddie Marcus, Matt Dubin, and I are going to be biking on spin bikes that are going to fill and swallow up the Santa Monica Pier. 100 miles. No big deal.
It's such a fun, unique idea - and sends impoverished kids to summer camp. This event hits home in a multitude of ways and I truly believe in the mission. Camp was a vital part of my growing up. I would love to help share the experience with kids that aren't as lucky as I was.
If you want to donate- anything would help! $1, $5, $10- anything. Seriously. My team would appreciate your support.
https://pedalonthepier.haroldrobinsonfoundation.org/member.asp?m=291
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
18 + 19.
Day 18 and 19 of my 30 day challenge.
Day 18 was calming and beautiful. Matt and I took Lucas on a warm early walk along the Palisades Bluffs. The weather brought out the fun in everyone around us. The sunny morning atmosphere was contagious. We ran into people we knew, I made friends with a new mom and her toddler, and everyone stops and babies Lucas - which he absolutely loves. Three miles up and down the bluffs at a fast pace really got us sweating.
Day 19. One of my favorite workouts. I met Deanna, a fellow Lulu, at Velocity. I get so excited for these workouts because I basically get the sole attention of a professional trainer for an hour and a half.....for free.
By the end of the session, I'm dripping sweat to the point that I literally can't see straight. Today consisted of Jacob's ladder (a new favorite), pushing weights back and forth across the length of the gym, TRX bands, pushups, and a side stepping (for what seemed an eternity) with bands tied around my ankles. It feels so good to be done at 10:30am.
My energy throughout the workout, the strength I feel, and my endurance has definitely elevated itself within the last month. With a shake in hand, a day off ahead of me, and a sushi lunch in my near future- It's a happy tuesday.
And.....finished the day off scoping out the apartment scene in Brentwood with a long 5 mile walk with lucas and Matt. :)
Day 18 was calming and beautiful. Matt and I took Lucas on a warm early walk along the Palisades Bluffs. The weather brought out the fun in everyone around us. The sunny morning atmosphere was contagious. We ran into people we knew, I made friends with a new mom and her toddler, and everyone stops and babies Lucas - which he absolutely loves. Three miles up and down the bluffs at a fast pace really got us sweating.
Day 19. One of my favorite workouts. I met Deanna, a fellow Lulu, at Velocity. I get so excited for these workouts because I basically get the sole attention of a professional trainer for an hour and a half.....for free.
By the end of the session, I'm dripping sweat to the point that I literally can't see straight. Today consisted of Jacob's ladder (a new favorite), pushing weights back and forth across the length of the gym, TRX bands, pushups, and a side stepping (for what seemed an eternity) with bands tied around my ankles. It feels so good to be done at 10:30am.
My energy throughout the workout, the strength I feel, and my endurance has definitely elevated itself within the last month. With a shake in hand, a day off ahead of me, and a sushi lunch in my near future- It's a happy tuesday.
And.....finished the day off scoping out the apartment scene in Brentwood with a long 5 mile walk with lucas and Matt. :)
Sunday, May 13, 2012
17.
Day 17 of my 30 day challenge.
I can't believe that beach bootcamp happened this morning. Feels like 3 days ago.
When waking up at 7:30am and sweating all before 9:45am occurs- my days feel like lifetimes.
Today's beach bootcamp felt great. It's getting easier- in my head- each and every sunday. Completely perked me up and got me ready to go when my Lululemon Run Clubbers joined me this morning.
I can't believe that beach bootcamp happened this morning. Feels like 3 days ago.
When waking up at 7:30am and sweating all before 9:45am occurs- my days feel like lifetimes.
Today's beach bootcamp felt great. It's getting easier- in my head- each and every sunday. Completely perked me up and got me ready to go when my Lululemon Run Clubbers joined me this morning.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Party Room.
Day 16 of my 30 day challenge.
I couldn't help but smile when I showed up to work today. Madi, who endured the Velocity training session with me on thursday, could barely move. We made eye contact, pointed to our backs, and burst out laughing. We were like little old grannies hobbling around the store.
Glad I'm not the only one who woke up feeling like a 90 year old.
And, speaking of grannies, I attended a milestone birthday party tonight. My great aunt, who is truly like a grandmother to me, is 90 years old today. While she's fragile and more unaware of what's going on around her now, she still manages to entertain a spunk, tenacity, and vigor for life that's hard to come by............at any age.
It got me thinking about the overwhelming bigger picture.
When I am 90, sitting in a wheelchair, hair grey, mind possible foggy, and blowing out my birthday candles - what will my "party room" look like around me?
Who's there? How many people? Friends? Just Family? What do my guests signify?
It's a reality check to dive into the future and witness the aging of someone you love. We, twentysomethings, rarely go to this place. We, instead, feel invincible and protected against deterioration. Time is on our side and the ripples that stem from our actions only protrude so far. Winding up the clock, jumping forward, and imagining your "party room" just, simply, feel too soon.
Occasionally, I chose to feel uncomfortable and imagine this time.
A time that, honestly, feels like it will never come to fruition. I picture the life I want, which hearts I would choose to beat around mine, how my time would be spent, and what would truly matter at the close. Thinking about my "party room" helps me create priority in the present.
While most of my life as a twentysomething is a rambling, uncharted course - daily reminders of simple priorities help me pave my way.
I invest in certain people and handpick my closest confidants. I weed out the negative. Simple pleasures mean the most. I try, as hard as I can, to be in the moment. I remind myself that the people around me- not my job or things- are what brings greatest satisfaction....now and forever. I smile. I run. I take baby steps. I choose to be ok with where I am now.
These ideals that checker my twenysomething self and ebb and flow throughout my life will keep me on course. Pick what matters most and imagine where it will take you at your close.
Hopefully, I will have a pretty damn good "party room" at mine.
Lastly, day 16 consisted of a Pure Barre class.
I couldn't help but smile when I showed up to work today. Madi, who endured the Velocity training session with me on thursday, could barely move. We made eye contact, pointed to our backs, and burst out laughing. We were like little old grannies hobbling around the store.
Glad I'm not the only one who woke up feeling like a 90 year old.
And, speaking of grannies, I attended a milestone birthday party tonight. My great aunt, who is truly like a grandmother to me, is 90 years old today. While she's fragile and more unaware of what's going on around her now, she still manages to entertain a spunk, tenacity, and vigor for life that's hard to come by............at any age.
It got me thinking about the overwhelming bigger picture.
When I am 90, sitting in a wheelchair, hair grey, mind possible foggy, and blowing out my birthday candles - what will my "party room" look like around me?
Who's there? How many people? Friends? Just Family? What do my guests signify?
It's a reality check to dive into the future and witness the aging of someone you love. We, twentysomethings, rarely go to this place. We, instead, feel invincible and protected against deterioration. Time is on our side and the ripples that stem from our actions only protrude so far. Winding up the clock, jumping forward, and imagining your "party room" just, simply, feel too soon.
Occasionally, I chose to feel uncomfortable and imagine this time.
A time that, honestly, feels like it will never come to fruition. I picture the life I want, which hearts I would choose to beat around mine, how my time would be spent, and what would truly matter at the close. Thinking about my "party room" helps me create priority in the present.
While most of my life as a twentysomething is a rambling, uncharted course - daily reminders of simple priorities help me pave my way.
I invest in certain people and handpick my closest confidants. I weed out the negative. Simple pleasures mean the most. I try, as hard as I can, to be in the moment. I remind myself that the people around me- not my job or things- are what brings greatest satisfaction....now and forever. I smile. I run. I take baby steps. I choose to be ok with where I am now.
These ideals that checker my twenysomething self and ebb and flow throughout my life will keep me on course. Pick what matters most and imagine where it will take you at your close.
Hopefully, I will have a pretty damn good "party room" at mine.
Lastly, day 16 consisted of a Pure Barre class.
Friday, May 11, 2012
15.
Day 15 of my 30 day challenge.
So.....
Today I can barely move. I am so wiped out and my body is aching! I can pretty much feel every single workout in every area of my body. My abs are sore, my legs are tired, my arms feel like lead, and my back aches in places that I didn't realize I had.
Today was definitely a day for stretching, lounging, and recovery. While my sweat was minimal, I got out on a neighborhood walk with Lucas.
Hoping I feel ready to go by tomorrow!
So.....
Today I can barely move. I am so wiped out and my body is aching! I can pretty much feel every single workout in every area of my body. My abs are sore, my legs are tired, my arms feel like lead, and my back aches in places that I didn't realize I had.
Today was definitely a day for stretching, lounging, and recovery. While my sweat was minimal, I got out on a neighborhood walk with Lucas.
Hoping I feel ready to go by tomorrow!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
14. Part 2.
And.... the day of sweating was over.. and then it wasn't!
I got to fill in last minute and lead the Lululemon run club again tonight. We did a breezy run around the dirt path that surrounds the Brentwood golf course. This time of year is perfect for a run like this...the sun is low on the horizon, the air is warm, and there is a certain serenity to running past cars pilled up along and stopped along San Vicente.
The second half of run club was extremely unique today. Lesley Logan, our new spunky, vivacious, and extremely knowledgable ambassador, lead a post run pilates session. We did 30 minutes of intense core work, stretching, arms and legs.
Taking over part of the parking lot with yoga mats and happy, sweaty runners was great. I loved getting the confused stares from people going about their business on the street...knowing that they wanted to join in on whatever it was that we were doing. Anything that breaks the norm of the day, like our parking lot pilates session, brings an energy and enthusiasm that can't be beat.
Pictures to come :)
14.
Day 14 of my 30 day challenge.
Early morning wakeup. Jelly legs from Brick. Excited for Velocity.
Today's sweat was at another one of my new favorites- Velocity Sports Performance in Brentwood.
This gym is intense. It was founded by one of the most famous track and field coaches in the world. He has trained about 120 olympians and recently gave our Lululemon run club the pleasure of showing us basic drills and technique during one of our workouts. We probably measured up to the olympians, no doubt.
This facility is another athlete's playground, as I like to say, and is all about strength training, stations, and individualized workouts. Our trainer was amazing and gave us one on one feedback and help. I always feel so incredibly lucky to have a professional eye guiding me through anything fitness related.
While I definitely have cut back on my running, my body is responding extremely well to the large amount of endurance, strength, and core building I've incorporated into my past few weeks. I feel good. I honestly feel leaner, due to my shakes, and I am definitely stronger.
Loving where this all is going.
Early morning wakeup. Jelly legs from Brick. Excited for Velocity.
Today's sweat was at another one of my new favorites- Velocity Sports Performance in Brentwood.
This gym is intense. It was founded by one of the most famous track and field coaches in the world. He has trained about 120 olympians and recently gave our Lululemon run club the pleasure of showing us basic drills and technique during one of our workouts. We probably measured up to the olympians, no doubt.
This facility is another athlete's playground, as I like to say, and is all about strength training, stations, and individualized workouts. Our trainer was amazing and gave us one on one feedback and help. I always feel so incredibly lucky to have a professional eye guiding me through anything fitness related.
While I definitely have cut back on my running, my body is responding extremely well to the large amount of endurance, strength, and core building I've incorporated into my past few weeks. I feel good. I honestly feel leaner, due to my shakes, and I am definitely stronger.
Loving where this all is going.
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| The Lu team |
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
13.
Day 13 of my 30 day challenge.
BRICK.
Wow. I am wiped out.
After my fellow Lulu's wandered into work the last few days drenched in sweat, barely able to lift their arms above their heads, and raving at how the crossfit-like workout was like a normal class on speed... I knew I had to try whatever it was that they had found.
Today was my day. The studio, Brick, is a sports performance training facility. It reminded me of the workouts I somehow managed to get access to at Berkeley. It doesn't involve machines and it's very one on one and intensive.
We moved from station to station, using TRX bands, weights, kettle bells- and my favorite- sprints that involved a man that looked like an NFL linebacker pulling me back with a giant rubberband tied around my waist.
Definitely not your average workout... Felt like a playground for athletes and not just a stereotypical gym.
Here's to hoping that I can walk up and down stairs tomorrow.
BRICK.
Wow. I am wiped out.
After my fellow Lulu's wandered into work the last few days drenched in sweat, barely able to lift their arms above their heads, and raving at how the crossfit-like workout was like a normal class on speed... I knew I had to try whatever it was that they had found.
Today was my day. The studio, Brick, is a sports performance training facility. It reminded me of the workouts I somehow managed to get access to at Berkeley. It doesn't involve machines and it's very one on one and intensive.
We moved from station to station, using TRX bands, weights, kettle bells- and my favorite- sprints that involved a man that looked like an NFL linebacker pulling me back with a giant rubberband tied around my waist.
Definitely not your average workout... Felt like a playground for athletes and not just a stereotypical gym.
Here's to hoping that I can walk up and down stairs tomorrow.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
12.
Day 12 of my 30 day challenge.
Fish out of water.
That's how I felt the first time I went to a Pure Barre class - and not just because of the pointed toes and ballet bar, but due to the fact that I felt big and clumsy like Shaq while everyone around me moved throughout the room like dancers.
I still felt out of my element today but loved that I had a slight grasp on the workout. The movements are crazy. The entire class leaves your legs shaking- and I mean uncontrollably- and your arms and lower body burning. Each tweak of your legs, tuck of your stomach, and lift on your toes makes every single nook and cranny of your body feel like it's on fire.
I never knew such an intense workout could be had with such tiny, minuscule movements.
Fish out of water.
That's how I felt the first time I went to a Pure Barre class - and not just because of the pointed toes and ballet bar, but due to the fact that I felt big and clumsy like Shaq while everyone around me moved throughout the room like dancers.
I still felt out of my element today but loved that I had a slight grasp on the workout. The movements are crazy. The entire class leaves your legs shaking- and I mean uncontrollably- and your arms and lower body burning. Each tweak of your legs, tuck of your stomach, and lift on your toes makes every single nook and cranny of your body feel like it's on fire.
I never knew such an intense workout could be had with such tiny, minuscule movements.
Monday, May 7, 2012
The Big 3.
I am truly envious and in awe of people that love what they are doing these days.
People that know what they want. People that have gone after their deep-seeded dreams. People that have thrown their passion and heart into the entity that also, fortunately, mails them a paycheck.
But, at the end of the day, I am most in awe of those that have been able to find this fulfillment and happiness in the most unconventional and non-stereotypical means for our generation. Jobs that do not involve a desk. Jobs that do not involve a stethoscope or an LSAT score. Jobs that do not require business causal.
I am talking about the people that get the most judgement, the worried glances, the dreaded- "oh, but it's temporary, right?" at family functions. I am truly proud of those twentysomethings who go against the grain, take a risk, and jump into a career and group of people completely unexpected and seemingly off the beaten path.
While numerous family members, friends, and even my own sister have gone down the doctor and lawyer route- I want to make it clear that I am astounded by their drive, hard work, and intense perseverance. It takes guts to fill those roles.
I am simply acknowledging the twentysomethings around us that have chosen a different path and have come to an understanding that it is ok not to be one of the "big three."
That takes guts too.
People that know what they want. People that have gone after their deep-seeded dreams. People that have thrown their passion and heart into the entity that also, fortunately, mails them a paycheck.
But, at the end of the day, I am most in awe of those that have been able to find this fulfillment and happiness in the most unconventional and non-stereotypical means for our generation. Jobs that do not involve a desk. Jobs that do not involve a stethoscope or an LSAT score. Jobs that do not require business causal.
I am talking about the people that get the most judgement, the worried glances, the dreaded- "oh, but it's temporary, right?" at family functions. I am truly proud of those twentysomethings who go against the grain, take a risk, and jump into a career and group of people completely unexpected and seemingly off the beaten path.
While numerous family members, friends, and even my own sister have gone down the doctor and lawyer route- I want to make it clear that I am astounded by their drive, hard work, and intense perseverance. It takes guts to fill those roles.
I am simply acknowledging the twentysomethings around us that have chosen a different path and have come to an understanding that it is ok not to be one of the "big three."
That takes guts too.
11.
Day 11 of my 30 day challenge.
And...day 11 can be summed up in one photo. Pretty self explanatory.
I took lucas to the Palisades bluffs today. We hiked a gorgeous 3 mile loop that parallels the coast. This walk is definitely one of my favorites - the air was warm, the sun was setting, dogs were being walked left and right, and the shiny waves crashed along the beach below.
What made the walk even better?
Teaching lucas how to drink out of a water fountain. Pretty hilarious.
Lastly, it was nice to come home to this. That race, my time, and the experience make me want to push for some other running goal. I am just not quite certain what it is yet.
**special shoutout to Joss for continuing her 30 day challenge with me! I love hearing from all of you- how you sweat, what pushes you, what you're working on, and if i can be of help. I am so pumped up about my nutrition program and how it has sparked change in me...With almost 2,000 views since starting my blog - I seriously cannot wait to hear more from all of you and to keep sharing my progress and growth.
And...day 11 can be summed up in one photo. Pretty self explanatory.
What made the walk even better?
Teaching lucas how to drink out of a water fountain. Pretty hilarious.
Lastly, it was nice to come home to this. That race, my time, and the experience make me want to push for some other running goal. I am just not quite certain what it is yet.
**special shoutout to Joss for continuing her 30 day challenge with me! I love hearing from all of you- how you sweat, what pushes you, what you're working on, and if i can be of help. I am so pumped up about my nutrition program and how it has sparked change in me...With almost 2,000 views since starting my blog - I seriously cannot wait to hear more from all of you and to keep sharing my progress and growth.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
9+10.
Day 9 and 10 of my 30 day challenge.
Day 9, cinco de mayo, ended up being really fun in the neighborhood. Went to grab a drink with some Lulu friends post work and then proceeded to my hot and steamy yoga class- literally- right next door at Core Power yoga. Felt good to incorporate two such different activities into a two block radius.
There's something special about yoga for me. It has turned into this delicate- almost project like- way of sweating. The movements are so different for me, so calculated, so intricate. It's like my body is a piece of clay, and I am slowing sculpting and working on it. It has definitely given me a different high than heading out each day and pounding the pavement.
Day 10, Sunday, was an all-time favorite at the beach. Some of my Lululemon run clubbers joined the sweaty, sandy bootcamp. After almost an hour and a half of sand sprints, crab walks, bear crawling, and core work, I let me toes dip into the ice cold water and enjoy the post workout endorphins.
There's nothing like being done with a workout that involves friends, being outside, and a heavy sweat all before 10am.
Lastly, it has been eye opening to realize how easy a lifestyle change can be once you've simply made up your mind.
Each day, I'd go back and forth, back and forth, over whether to exercise, knowing it would feel good, getting draggy, and guilt tripping myself if i didn't. Now, the decision has already been made for me. I know I'm sweating. It has just become a matter of how.
Having this one, small issue paired with a clean answer is freeing. It's been easy to incorporate the change. That lingering, naggy feeling in my head is gone. While this all may seem small, it just takes one thing off of my plate that comes paired with multiple answers and myriad decisions.
There is such beauty and freedom in the simplicity of simply making up your mind.
Day 9, cinco de mayo, ended up being really fun in the neighborhood. Went to grab a drink with some Lulu friends post work and then proceeded to my hot and steamy yoga class- literally- right next door at Core Power yoga. Felt good to incorporate two such different activities into a two block radius.
There's something special about yoga for me. It has turned into this delicate- almost project like- way of sweating. The movements are so different for me, so calculated, so intricate. It's like my body is a piece of clay, and I am slowing sculpting and working on it. It has definitely given me a different high than heading out each day and pounding the pavement.
Day 10, Sunday, was an all-time favorite at the beach. Some of my Lululemon run clubbers joined the sweaty, sandy bootcamp. After almost an hour and a half of sand sprints, crab walks, bear crawling, and core work, I let me toes dip into the ice cold water and enjoy the post workout endorphins.
There's nothing like being done with a workout that involves friends, being outside, and a heavy sweat all before 10am.
Lastly, it has been eye opening to realize how easy a lifestyle change can be once you've simply made up your mind.
Each day, I'd go back and forth, back and forth, over whether to exercise, knowing it would feel good, getting draggy, and guilt tripping myself if i didn't. Now, the decision has already been made for me. I know I'm sweating. It has just become a matter of how.
Having this one, small issue paired with a clean answer is freeing. It's been easy to incorporate the change. That lingering, naggy feeling in my head is gone. While this all may seem small, it just takes one thing off of my plate that comes paired with multiple answers and myriad decisions.
There is such beauty and freedom in the simplicity of simply making up your mind.
Friday, May 4, 2012
8.
Day 8 of my 30 day challenge.
Most satisfying way to sweat ever? Taking Lucas with me.
The workout today, while more relaxing than most, was great. I worked up a sweat by taking Lucas along the Palisades bluffs, down the California incline, and on the bike path that winds up the coast.
The beach was beautiful today. Warm, peaceful and quiet.
Quiet....that is, until we watched dolphins swim by and Lucas decided to freak out because we were simply sitting still for too long.
Oh, and he hates sand.
Typical. :)
Most satisfying way to sweat ever? Taking Lucas with me.
The workout today, while more relaxing than most, was great. I worked up a sweat by taking Lucas along the Palisades bluffs, down the California incline, and on the bike path that winds up the coast.
The beach was beautiful today. Warm, peaceful and quiet.
Quiet....that is, until we watched dolphins swim by and Lucas decided to freak out because we were simply sitting still for too long.
Oh, and he hates sand.
Typical. :)
the cutest.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
7.
Day 7 of my 30 day challenge.
Thursday nights are my favorite.
At 6:15pm, specifically.
I get the chance to lead the Lululemon running club each week and It's been one of the biggest runner's highs that I've gotten.
I get to chart out our course, meet the best people from the neighborhood, share my enthusiasm for health and wellness, and partake in the runner endorphins that seem to triple in size because we pummel down San Vicente in a big pack instead of by ourselves.
Everyone's smiliing. A certain camaraderie is shared. Goals for the night are set higher. The push to beat your last time to the finish is stronger. The sweat is simply more intense.
No matter how my day is going- I leave run club with a surge of enthusiasm and a smile on my face each and every time.
It's a special thing.
Thursday nights are my favorite.
At 6:15pm, specifically.
I get the chance to lead the Lululemon running club each week and It's been one of the biggest runner's highs that I've gotten.
I get to chart out our course, meet the best people from the neighborhood, share my enthusiasm for health and wellness, and partake in the runner endorphins that seem to triple in size because we pummel down San Vicente in a big pack instead of by ourselves.
Everyone's smiliing. A certain camaraderie is shared. Goals for the night are set higher. The push to beat your last time to the finish is stronger. The sweat is simply more intense.
No matter how my day is going- I leave run club with a surge of enthusiasm and a smile on my face each and every time.
It's a special thing.
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| bunny hops during my "bootcamp" |
squats... go jen!
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Out of Education.
It's may.
The beginning of this month seems to culminate a period of time for me that has been more different than any other in my life.
This last year, the one that never actually felt like it was going to materialize, has already ended. The year of transition, the year out of lifelong routine, out of education, and out of my comfort zone.
Sometimes I wonder why I feel so surprised with situations and emotional moments like people coming and going from work or school, life changes, drama, and my new nostalgia while looking at Berkeley graduation photos tonight. I am well aware of what's going on around me and what time of year it is. I stay tuned in. I can almost forecast how I am going to feel when each of these events will happen. So why do I still feel blindsided?
I think I choose to occasionally leave myself in the dark. To blank out all of the minutia. To gloss over the details. While this doesn't make me naive and oblivious, it instead, gives me the freedom to have the attitude and essential optimism I've come to defend myself with.
I defend myself with my attitude. I protect myself in allowing for change, failure, and risk. I accept the uncertain amount of time needed to figure out my next steps. I trust myself in knowing that things will work out the way they should.
I allow myself to be blindsided because- sometimes- carrying the burden of every single detail and life change is just too much. Wrapping my mind around my Berkeley self, the life course I am foggy on taking, and the countless steps from point A to B is too tiresome and stressful.
Instead, I can deal with things as they ebb and flow.
I can choose to believe that my next steps will unveil themselves as time passes.
I can allow myself to be thrown into new projects and adventures, like my nutrition program and my blog, without over thinking the end result.
I can let myself be ok with where I am now.
It's a tough time to be a recent college grad. This way of being will, hopefully, allow me the peace of mind and the ability to be present in the moment that can be so rare for us twentysomethings these days.
The beginning of this month seems to culminate a period of time for me that has been more different than any other in my life.
This last year, the one that never actually felt like it was going to materialize, has already ended. The year of transition, the year out of lifelong routine, out of education, and out of my comfort zone.
Sometimes I wonder why I feel so surprised with situations and emotional moments like people coming and going from work or school, life changes, drama, and my new nostalgia while looking at Berkeley graduation photos tonight. I am well aware of what's going on around me and what time of year it is. I stay tuned in. I can almost forecast how I am going to feel when each of these events will happen. So why do I still feel blindsided?
I think I choose to occasionally leave myself in the dark. To blank out all of the minutia. To gloss over the details. While this doesn't make me naive and oblivious, it instead, gives me the freedom to have the attitude and essential optimism I've come to defend myself with.
I defend myself with my attitude. I protect myself in allowing for change, failure, and risk. I accept the uncertain amount of time needed to figure out my next steps. I trust myself in knowing that things will work out the way they should.
I allow myself to be blindsided because- sometimes- carrying the burden of every single detail and life change is just too much. Wrapping my mind around my Berkeley self, the life course I am foggy on taking, and the countless steps from point A to B is too tiresome and stressful.
Instead, I can deal with things as they ebb and flow.
I can choose to believe that my next steps will unveil themselves as time passes.
I can allow myself to be thrown into new projects and adventures, like my nutrition program and my blog, without over thinking the end result.
I can let myself be ok with where I am now.
It's a tough time to be a recent college grad. This way of being will, hopefully, allow me the peace of mind and the ability to be present in the moment that can be so rare for us twentysomethings these days.
6.
day 6 of my 30 day challenge.
Today will be short and sweet.
Long bike ride to- but, of course- the Santa Monica Stairs. 10 flights up and down.
Ran the first flight each time. Left me heaving at the summit.
Then, a sprint up the brutal hill that connects the top and bottom with my new Active Nutrition friend that coincidentally bumps into me every workout.
Concluded with the - much more difficult- ride back to Brentwood, a trip to $5 salad bar wednesdays at Whole Foods with Maddie, and a shake.
Sun burned shoulders. Lots of freckles. Tired legs.
How did you sweat today!?
Today will be short and sweet.
Long bike ride to- but, of course- the Santa Monica Stairs. 10 flights up and down.
Ran the first flight each time. Left me heaving at the summit.
Then, a sprint up the brutal hill that connects the top and bottom with my new Active Nutrition friend that coincidentally bumps into me every workout.
Concluded with the - much more difficult- ride back to Brentwood, a trip to $5 salad bar wednesdays at Whole Foods with Maddie, and a shake.
Sun burned shoulders. Lots of freckles. Tired legs.
How did you sweat today!?
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
5.
Day 5 of my 30 day challenge.
Today's bike rides was one of my favorites.
I biked from my house all the way to the Santa Monica stairs.
The weather was in rare Los Angeles form. The fog grew thicker through each descending street down San Vicente. The air was chilly and light rain drops pounded against my face. The roads were clear and the area was unusually quiet. I loved everything about the ride, despite knowing that I would look like a fro-out hair disaster at work.
And smelly.
And, of course- right on time, as usual- I had an encounter on my loop up and down the wooden steps and met someone new. The stairs are seriously a haven for new connections to form. After bumping into another member of the Herbalife team - who proceeded to high five me and yell words of encouragement up and down the stairs within minutes after meeting- I biked to work.
Today's bike rides was one of my favorites.
I biked from my house all the way to the Santa Monica stairs.
The weather was in rare Los Angeles form. The fog grew thicker through each descending street down San Vicente. The air was chilly and light rain drops pounded against my face. The roads were clear and the area was unusually quiet. I loved everything about the ride, despite knowing that I would look like a fro-out hair disaster at work.
And smelly.
And, of course- right on time, as usual- I had an encounter on my loop up and down the wooden steps and met someone new. The stairs are seriously a haven for new connections to form. After bumping into another member of the Herbalife team - who proceeded to high five me and yell words of encouragement up and down the stairs within minutes after meeting- I biked to work.
How did you sweat today!?
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