Sore Core

October 17, 2012

I am so sore this morning.

Yesterday was a lifting day. While I originally went in with the intention of just doing a basic circuit, I ended up swinging the good ‘ol kettlebell around.

The good news is, I can still swing the same weight bell as when I was taking KB classes.

The bad news is– owwwwww! I seriously need to get back on a regular lifting routine.

I make no bones about the fact that strength training isn’t my favorite thing in the world. I’d one billion times rather run a 10k than lift for 20 or 30 minutes.

One billion, you guys.

But, I also know it’s good for me, and being the good citizen that I am, I do my part two or three times a week. However, my strength routine is sporadic, unorganized, and, well, kind of half-assed if I’m being honest.

It’s time to step it up.

Yesterday’s Workout:

10 minute warm up on the stationary bike


15  swings: 24 kg kettlebell

Full Pushups (I maxed out at 7. I used to be able to do 12.)

Cleans: 16kg Kettlebell, 8x per arm

Kneeling overhead press: 15 lb dumbbells

Repeat 4x

Afterwards, I did some light ab work and tons of stretching. My IT band has been really tight lately, so I’ve been trying to be extra vigilant about stretching that baby out.

And by “light” ab work, I mean really light. And my abs are sore this morning.


In happier news, I had my Eating Club friends over for dinner last night. I had suggested a Mexican-themed dinner because, as I said in my email to them, I wanted to make pizza.

I’ll let that one sink in.

My friends brought sangria and taco salad. And despite my cultural faux pas, my caramelized onion, pear, and gorganzola cheese pizza was very tasty.

For dessert, we had Zaftig’s cupcakes.

Hoooooooooh Zaftig’s. So good. I snapped this picture after we’d pretty much decimated those puppies.

Chocolate, Red Velvet, and Boston Cream


Maura and Kristen wanted to say hi.

Kristen was mad we were out of sangria

Emily really wanted her picture taken, but the damn pillow kept hogging the camera.

Stupid Pillow

It was a good night, earthquake and all. (Nope, didn’t feel it.)

Happy Wednesday!

PS- It might be time I stop using my phone’s camera. My shots are getting worse and worse.


Note To Self

June 7, 2012

When all you’re craving is this:

Do not eat this:


I’ve learned my lesson.

I’ve also agreed to a weight loss competition with an identity-should-remain-a-secret person. It starts next week.

So, Monday, I eat this:

Today, I eat this:

PS- Somebody finally discovered paint! Somebody also doesn’t know how to make the text look bigger, so hooray for you guys– you get to look at giant pictures of my food!

…what I eat on a regular, day-to-day basis.

Oh, you guys. You’re making me blush. I actually have a fanbase!

My question is– do you want the truth? (pizza)

Or the ideal? (um, pizza with whole wheat crust?)

I kid.

Here’s the thing– While I do try to eat healthy on a consistent basis, my diet is far from perfect.

I love cheeseburgers. I would die for baked goods. And alcohol has a pretty regular spot on my beverage rotation.

Given my love for food, I try to take the “you can eat anything as long as it’s in moderation” approach.

Sometimes this works. Sometimes it doesn’t.

(Shameful truth– if I make a pizza at home, I can easily take down at least half of it. I try really hard not to do this, but, you know, sometimes I do. And I may or may not be watching Jerseylicious while doing it. Whatever. Go ahead and judge me.)

However, while I’m not one to be giving out nutrition advice (just yesterday I had 2 chocolate cookies after lunch. What? They were getting old. Someone had to eat them. I don’t bake cookies to throw them away. God.), I will be happy to share with you the healthier side of my diet.

My healthy eating tends to occur Monday-Friday between the hours of 8-4.

Eating right is so much easier when you’re on a schedule, am I right?

And, since today is Thursday and therefore falls into that time slot, I’ve eaten pretty well so far today.

So, let the meal tracking commence.

Breakfast today was my typical go-to Breakfast Sundae. (How is it that even for breakfast, I manage to make it sound like I’m eating sweets?)

I’m a sucker for Chobani Greek yogurt, but the flavored kinds are chock-full of sugar. This made me sad, since the peach kind if my fave.

Enter– chocolate protein powder. Yes, still sugary, but I can control how much I put in, and it adds a little extra protein to boot.

Throw in a few frozen blueberries, and voila! You’ve got yourself a very tasty, kind of frozen, sweet but not-too-sweet-for-breakfast Breakfast Sundae.

Nom nom nom

I also try to eat another piece of fruit along with this. Today it was an apple. A Fuji apple from the grocery store to be exact. I don’t usually like to eat fruit from the grocery store, but I haven’t been home to stock up in a while so Shaw’s apples it is.

And while I’m at it, I might as well start tracking my work outs too.

Wow– look at you guys keeping me on track!

So, yesterday was the big day I decided to officially start training for another half. I’ll be running 4 days a week, which leaves me two days a week to strength train, with one day rest.

Thursdays are a strength training day. Today’s workout was:

Warm Up:
Ankle/Knee/Hip/Shoulder Rolls
Random Stretching
Alternating Back Lunges
Side-to-Side Squats
More Random Stretching
(I have an actual warm up routine I should follow, but that doesn’t always happen. Today was one of those days.)

Main Set:
12x (per arm) 8kg Kettlebell Snatches
15x Bosu Ball sit ups
(Repeat 3 times)

Alternating 3 sets Incline Dumbbell Press/Lat Pulldown
Set 1– 10x @ 30 lbs Press
12x @ 80lbs Pulldown

Set 2– 8x @ 35lbs Press
6x @ 100 lbs Pulldown

Set 3– 6x @ 35lbs Press (meh)
5x @ 100 lbs Pulldown

Cardio Boost:
12x 28 kg Kettlebell Swings
15x 15 lb. Medicine Ball Slams
(Alternate 3x’s through)

Alternating 3 sets Chest Fly Machine/Bent-Over Row
Set 1– 10x @ 70lbs Flies
12x @ 65lbs Row

Set 2–
8x @ 80lbs Flies
8x @ 75 lbs Row

Set 3– 6x @ 80lbs Flies
6x @ 75lbs Row

Final Set– Ropes
100 Alternating
25 Rope Slams/25 Alternating
Repeat 25/25
Finish with 100 Alternating

Took me about 45 minutes, kicked my butt, and I feel good.

So, tell me loyal readers. Do you want to read about what I eat and what I do in the gym? Or should I stay away from the fitness/nutrition stuff and leave that to the pros?

Eat Spuds, Gain Pudge

July 7, 2011

What the hell, Denise Austin!

All this time you’ve been selling me the idea that Idaho potatoes are good for me:

And then I had to find out from Harvard University that all you’ve been selling me are lies.


I haven’t done a health post in a while, but I thought this new study was worth mentioning.

Tell me– Do you love your spuds?

That’s a silly question. Of course you love potatoes. What’s not to love?

However, I (along with almost every other human being I know) know that potatoes that have been fried, mashed with butter, or turned into a chip aren’t good for me.

And I do a (pretty) good job of only eating these foods on occasion, as a treat.

Or at least only on the weekends.

At the very least, not every day.


Oh who am I kidding. I freaking love potatoes in every form and eat them all the time.

But, french fries and buttery mashed potatoes aside, I have always been under the assumption that a potato, a plain, unaltered potato, was a healthy addition to a well-rounded diet.

I mean, it’s from the earth. Mother Nature created it. Not to mention, the good ‘ol spud is a certified “heart healthy” food by the American Heart Association.

Seems to me like this should be one hell of a super food, eh?

Alas, all tasty, seemingly good-for-you foods usually crash and burn. (That is, depending how much “weight” you want to put into this study.)

According to a new study published by the New England Journal of Medicine has found that an individual who eats an extra serving of potatoes each day will gain more weight than if they consumed an extra 12-ounce sugary drink or extra helping of red or processed meats.

Say it isn’t so!

Here’s the breakdown: In general, the participants in the study gained an average of 0.8 pounds per year. However, those who regularly ate potatoes gained more.

Those who ate an extra serving of french fries every day added an average of 3.4 pounds to their total weight over 4 years.

Potato chips added 1.7 pounds.

And any potato in non-chip form contributed 1.3 pounds.

Now, I know this doesn’t seem like a lot, and to many, it isn’t worth giving up the starchy goodness of this diet staple.

But when you add up the weight gain over 20 years, even the seemingly innocent 0.8 pounds balloon to a whopping 16 extra pounds you have to carry around.

Add the extra weight you’ll gain from your potato-laden diet and you’ll be heaving around much more than you are today.

OK. I got that.

Extra potatoes = more fat on your bones year over year.

Not exactly mind-blowing, if you ask me.

Potatoes are starchy, fairly high in calories for a veggie, and are almost never eaten in their natural state. And you mean to tell me that they are going to make me gain weight?

No offense Harvard, but even I, with my unassuming 4-year degree from a liberal arts college, could have told you that.

So, do we need to give up potatoes in an effort to reach healthy diet nirvana?


I mean, in all honesty, who eats an extra serving of french fries, potato chips, or any form of potato for that matter, every single day?

If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say probably not too many people.

And if you are, chances are your diet isn’t all that healthy anyway, potato-gorging habits aside.

So, in all honesty, I’m not sold on this study. To me, it seems kind of like common sense.

But, hey, maybe after reading this, it will help deter you the next time you’re eyeing the all-you-can-eat baked potato bar at your favorite restaurant.

Maybe just knowing these facts will help you clean up your diet a little, and maybe next time you order a Friday night burger, you’ll order a side salad instead of steak fries.


Or maybe not. Maybe, if you’re like me, you’ll find room in your diet for a little spud-goodness.

But anyway, that’s all I have to say about that.

Check in next time for my firsthand account on the trials and tribulations of wearing pocket-less pants.

Until then 🙂

Why is it that most of my work stories revolve around the kitchen, and what I do there?

Back story: I decided to start Weight Watchers about two weeks ago. For me, it was less about losing weight and more about being a little more aware of what I’m actually putting in my mouth. I had gotten to the point where dessert was no longer a treat, and more of an everyday staple.

And if I have any intention of putting on a bathing suit this summer, I’d rather not get horrified glances from other beach-goers. So alas, Weight Watchers and point counting it is.

I get 29 points a day. I’m quickly learning how to divvy up those points in a way that won’t leave me starving/gnawing on my hand for sustenance by the time I go to bed.

And, that includes my new and improved 7 point Egg/American Cheese/English Muffin sandwich.

We all know my adoration for all things English muffins. Adding an egg and cheese just heightens my adoration by, ohhhh, 500%.

However, while the sandwich is delicious, it involves me cooking an egg in the microwave at work.

And this, apparently, is quite a spectacle for anyone who happens to be in the kitchen at the same time.

(That, or they’re just really bored at 9 am and have nothing better to do than grill me on how, exactly, to cook an egg in the microwave.)

This morning, there were no less than 5 people crowded around the microwave, watching my poor egg spin and fry under the rays of said microwave.

I’m telling you, you would have thought I was inventing a cure for AIDS. They actually “ooh-ed” and “aah-ed” when it came out.

They then watched me assemble my breakfast, hovering a little too close over my shoulder as I sprinkled on a little pepper.

When my mind-blowing creation was complete, I held a question and answer session by the fridge in order to answer any lingering questions, such as “How long does it take to fry an egg in the microwave??”

“Oh, I don’t know. 30 seconds? I just kind of guess and then add more time if I need to.”

“How many eggs can you cook at a time?”

“I only eat one. But I’d hazard to guess you can cook several, with the same results.”

“Tell me Lindsay, does it taste the same as it does at home?”

“Well, I don’t know how your microwave at home works, but to me, it tastes the same.”

“Can you show me how to do it?”

“Crack an egg in the a bowl, put it in the microwave, set it for 30 seconds, and hit ‘Start’.”

“Wow. That really is just so cool.”

(As they all trickle out of the kitchen, muttering about the egg and cheese sandwiches that will no doubt fill their mornings with glory now that they know how to fry an egg in the microwave.)

That, combined with toasting an English muffin, left me feeling kind of stressed out.

However, according to my last night’s weigh-in, I have lost 1.4 pounds. If my current weight loss keeps up, I’ll be at my target weight…by the end of swimsuit season.


The thought of eating breakfast is what gets me out of bed in the morning.

I always wait until I get into work before eating, kind of as a pat on the back for actually making it into work for yet another day.

Sometimes I’ll have a yogurt with fruit, other times a bowl of cereal. If I’m feeling really randy, I’ll have a 100 calorie bagel thin with 1/3 less fat cream cheese.

And sometimes, like today, I’ll have an English muffin.

I love English muffins. Random, I know, but the mere thought of being able to eat an English muffin with peanut butter gets me so excited that I can’t wait to get to work to toast that sucker up, which is why I only have them occasionally, so as to still think of them as a treat.

But, although my strong love of English muffins is hard to outshine, my strong hatred for the kitchen at my office is a very close second.

I hate the kitchen at my office. So much so that the thought of walking in there just to fill up my water cup sometimes gives me so much anxiety, I’d rather stay parched than make the trek.

My idea of the perfect kitchen visit is to get in and get out quickly, preferably in 30 seconds or less, with as little inane chit chat as possible.

Usually, if I keep my head down and eyes averted, this works.

However, if it’s English Muffin Day, my kitchen visit usually turns into an agonizing 10 minute conversation with some nameless co-worker, talking about Boy Scouts, last night’s dinner, or, if we’re really struggling, the weather.

See, the problem is, an English muffin’s toast time is tricky. Not so long that I can go back to my cube for a few minutes, but just long enough that I have to stand in the kitchen, exposed, uncomfortable, and at the mercy of whoever walks in.

The result is usually something like this:

Me: standing in front of the toaster staring at it intently and hoping and praying that whoever walks in doesn’t look at me, recognize me, or say something.

Co-worker: strolls in, coffee cup in hand and stupid conversation-starter at the ready.

Co-worker: (eyes light up) “Hey there Lindsay! Boy oh boy some weather we’re having today, isn’t it? Whew-wee it’s cold out there! I mean, I know it’s February and I say this every day, but geez Louise I couldn’t feel my nose walking to the train this morning!”

Me: (silently hating my beloved English muffin for the moment, because I just know it’s taking an hour to toast on purpose) “…..yes, yes it’s cold.”

Co-worker: “I mean, I told my wife this morning, I said ‘Marta, I just don’t know how it can be so cold for so long’, but you know, I suppose that’s what we hearty New Englanders get for sticking out the winter up here. I’m just so glad I bought myself a real Russian-style burka and hat to keep myself warm! Do you wanna see my real Russian-style hat and burka?”

Me: “Uh, no, no that’s ok.” (c’mon you stupid f’ing muffin.)

Co-worker: “Well, that’s a-ok there Lindsay, I’ll show you another time. But you know, the one thing that keeps me going is knowing I can come on into the office and get myself a nice steaming cup of coffee. Whew-wee, boy do I love my coffee. I stayed up late last night watching Star Wars, so this cup is much needed, yessiree, it sure is! Do you like Star Wars, Lindsay?”

Me: “I’ve never seen it so, um, no?” (Crap. Wrong thing to say. PS- Note to self, I’m buying a new f’ing toaster for this damn kitchen.)

Co-worker: “WHAT? NO? Oh lordy Lord, let me give you every conceivable reason I can think of why you should watch Star Wars. 1.) It’s awesome! 2.) Sometimes it’s fun to dress up as Yoda 3.) Space is so cool! 4.) I think I really AM Luke’s father 5.) The plot of the movie…..(trails off into a description of the movie plot that is way beyond my understanding this early in the morning.)

Me: (staring dumbly at toaster, slowly giving up my will to live and my love of English muffins dying a slow, painful death.)

At long last, my English muffin pops up, toasty brown and waiting for immediate consumption, and I always make a hasty retreat back to my cube, silently vowing that I will never, never eat another English muffin because no matter how good they taste, they’ll never be worth the price of having to deal with mind-numbingly stupid conversations in the kitchen at 9 in the morning.

But then I take a bite and all my inhibitions melt away.

Oh English muffins, how I love you.

So, the cycle begins again.

And this, my friends, is the problem with English muffins.

Are You Hangry?

October 27, 2010

You know the feeling, right? The feeling you get when it’s well after breakfast but nowhere near lunch. You’re starving and you feel like you could eat a horse, and your extreme hunger is making you a little shaky and light-headed and all you can really think about is food and that pisses you off to no end, therefore resulting in extreme displaced anger towards any little thing that happens to you at that particular moment.

Insignificant annoyances are suddenly so catastrophically hindering to your every day existence that you feel as though you just can’t go on. Such instances can be, but certainly are not limited to:

The guy in the cube next to you, breathing = Why is he BREATHING so loud?? He sounds like a f*cking DYSON VACUUM CLEANER! (as you glare angrily at the partition between you and him for a solid 5 minutes)

It’s a tad breezy outside = STOP BLOWING ON ME. I HATE YOU WIND. I HATE YOU!! (as you hysterically shake your fist at the imaginary Wind Gods that are no doubt looking down at you and laughing.)

You have to stop at a red light = Ho-ly CHRIST, the world is conspiring against me to NEVER GET TO MY DESTINATION! I’m NEVER driving again. NEVER!

You can sorta kinda hear your upstairs neighbor walking around above you = TAKE OFF THE GOD DAMN STILETTOS, PRINCESS MARY, SO I CAN HAVE A LITTLE PEACE AND QUIET DOWN HERE! (coupled with a few angry bangs on the ceiling because, you know, that’ll really get your point across.)

Your boyfriend/girlfriend sends you a nice little ‘thinking of you’ text telling you to “Have nice day! (Smiley face, kissy smooch, muah)” = LEAVE ME ALONE YOU CLINGY TODDLER-MAN-HYBRID! (as you throw your phone across the room in a fit of rage.)

Your roommate/significant other comes home and politely asks the obligatory “How was your day?” = WHAT? You think I don’t WORK? YOU think your job is BETTER THAN MINE? Don’t use that condescending tone with ME, ASSH*LE!

There’s a slight drizzle outside, not even enough to warrant an umbrella or cause any frizzing to your hair = Hey, F*cking Weatherman! Thanks for doing your job! Maybe if you were RIGHT once in a WHILE, I wouldn’t be caught in this God Damn F*cking (bleep)(bleeeeeeep) TSUNAMI!!!!!!!!

Ever felt like this? Oh, yes. I’m sure you have. We’ve all been there. It’s a horrible feeling really. You’re hungry. And you’re angry.

You’re hangry.

Go eat something, you big jerk, and stop blaming the rest of the world for your low blood sugar.