While Elite Athletes Were Doing Their Thing At The Olympics, I Was Getting Fat

Hi there. Miss me?

Sorry for my absence but for the last 2 weeks I’ve been planted on my couch every night watching a lot of this:

A lot of this:
And a whole lot of this:
Er…sorry, he’s just so adorable. I meant a lot of this: It has been a wonderful 2 weeks with the USA winning a record number of medals for a Winter Olympic Games, but all that couch potato-ing has got me into a little bit of trouble. I have always considered myself fairly active and even though I tend to carry about 10 more pounds than I would like I never considered it an issue. Until now. My company has decided to start a fitness challenge starting today. To make it fair we are focusing on fat percentage instead of pounds lost. AOL has even received word of our little competition, which you can read about here.

I planned on participating from the start mainly to be a part of the office camaraderie, but after having my fat percentage officially tested in the Bod Pod I am much more of a contender that I would of thought. I think a lot of us in the office were surprised with the results, while a select few couldn’t stop bragging about the fact that they can eat whatever they want. To that I say, eat your cookies and your pizza, tempt me if you think it will make you feel better, but I plan on sticking this out for the full 3 months and taking a shiny new toy home with me when the final results come in. But if you see me curled up in the fetal position gnawing on a carrot, throw me an Oreo or two.

Flip Flop Challenge: Week 3…and Other Stuff

After 3 weeks of doing this little contest I am finally seeing some results. Lost a pound. The workouts were nothing to write home about, but I do think I did better as far as the amount of sweets I consumed. Also just found out that my old trainer is in town for a month and teaching a 3-day women’s bootcamp. He has graciously offered to let me come and take it, free of charge. The unfortunate thing is class starts at 5:45…a.m!

I also passed my motorcycle safety class this past weekend. Mr. S is very proud but I think that means he is excited we can start going on some rides together. I still have a long way to go before I feel completely comfortable, but that only comes with time. I named my bike Cherry Pie, and by doing so I know she will take better care of me as we travel the open road.

In puppy news we no longer need to choose between the adorable pups born just 3 weeks ago. Their mother made that decision for us when she rolled on top of one of her sons killing him. It is a sad turn of events but that must mean the brown one is meant for us. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the best son survived.

Flip Flop Challenge: Week 2- Even Steven

After a much better second week I am happy to report I am back to my starting weight after loosing the pound I gained during week 1. Not phenomenal success but an improvement.

I had a lot going on and missed my regular dance class on Wednesday, but made up for it by attending my kick boxing class the next day. I call it ‘mine’ but truth be told I haven’t been in months. I love this particular kick box class, but since getting married I have only attended a handful of times. The last one being months ago. As a result I was expecting an ass kicking. Luckily it was much like riding a bike. I was good to go once the music, the adrenaline and my need to get physical kicked in. Pun totally intended. Plus I get very competitive at the gym. Some of those ladies are much older than me and if they can do it so can I!  Others I don’t worry about. I know I could take them if we ended up in a bar fight

Flip Flop Challenge: Week 1

I am a day late posting this update, and I would like to say it was because I was so busy working out at the gym. Not the case. In fact the past week has been full of friends and family visiting for Mr. S’ graduation. Which in turn equaled more eating out than one person should do in a week. It all started with the drunken chicken from a new local favorite of mine, Bohemian Brewery, that I had the night of graduation. And damn them for bringing me an extra basket of bread! It was all very delicious going down, but when I weighed in yesterday I saw the results of so much celebratory dining. It wasn’t pretty. I gained a pound.

It could have been a lot worse. I was pretty sure the fruit crepes I ate Saturday morning would have added 3 lbs on their own. Not to mention the popcorn I had at the movie later than night. Not good! In my defense I didn’t eat dinner that night and I did share the buttery delight with my mom-in-law.

My coworker also had a rough first week, so we have decided that week one was the week we thought about the fitness challenge. I started week two on a much more promising note; an early morning workout. I have the aching muscles to prove it.

Flip Flop Challenge: The Kickoff!

My workmate, Sarah, mentioned yesterday that she was going to stop eating so much sugar and work on losing a couple pounds. I told her ‘good for you’ and took another bite of my mint brownie. Then somehow, within a matter of minutes, it became something we would do together. What!?

I suppose it’s good timing. Bikini season is almost upon us and I have been wanting to pick up my game at the gym. I do need to eat less sweets. And if a pretty prize is involved (we decided the loser buys the winner a cute new pair of flip flops) I could probably handle it. Fine. I’ll do it. I love a challenge and I can totally take her! Plus when I win I get new shoes.

Our first weigh-in was this morning and every Tuesday for the next 3 months. Having a blog is a great place to chart my progress and you can all hold me accountable. Sadly someone in the office ate the healthy Lean Cuisine I brought for lunch and I was forced to go for fast food. Week 1 is not starting off very well. But if you have suggestions on how to take the fat, calories and sugar out of ice cream and oreos I would be forever grateful.

The Real Housewife of SLC

I don’t watch many of those “Real Housewives” shows, I am too busy devoting my reality tv time to Bret Michaels and The Biggest Loser. On the rare occasion I have tuned in I haven’t stayed long. Who wants to watch a bunch of rich bi-otches spend all of their time shopping, eating out at fine restaurants, getting botox and cat-fighting with one another? Sigh…they are living the life I was always meant for. And according to Mr. S the life I will one day have.

On the way to the gym this morning, Mr. S said, “Won’t it be nice when you are a stay at home mom and can work out 3 times a day?” His idealism about certain things is really endearing.

I am very aware that this will not be the case. I know too many moms who have proven this to be correct. Even if I am able and choose to stay home full-time, working out 3 times a day will never happen. I don’t like going to the gym 3 times a week. But sign me up for the botox!