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Back to Normal

17 Jul
Howdy!

I say howdy a lot. I’m not from the south or anything. I just like making people feel uncomfortable.

Well, I hope you all are doing fantastic! Pretty sure the weekend is so close. My Friday is tomorrow and I’m going to the beach. Mandatory fun day for everyone in my unit. So, what that means for me is, I’m going to bring a book and go chill out in the sun away from everyone.

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I just want my peace and quiet… and my liquor.

Yes, I drink occasionally. Yes, I like it. Y’all should be proud of me. I use to drink daily and on days I didn’t work, drinking started at 7 AM. That is until I got help and went to AA. I really don’t like admitting that, but it’s what helped me realize that my drinking was a vice.

It’s incredible how months ago drinking daily, all day until I fell asleep was normal for me. Now, it’s normal for me to rarely even touch alcohol and I love that! I’m proud of myself. I came such a long way.

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It’s okay to be proud of yourself for how far you’ve came! 

My week has been going really well though. 

Let’s see… I last talked to you guys Saturday. My Saturday was spent alone. I got dinner alone and everything.

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It was so good! I haven’t had pasta or bread in awhile so I ate it right up!

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I stayed up super late on Saturday because I’m a night owl so I got bored and obviously that happened (see photo above). Major dork, I know.

Another realization I had! Several weeks ago it was normal for me to be partying it up all night with a group of people. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to be playing beer pong every night, yet it was normal for me. Now, normal for me is in bed by 10 PM on a Saturday and away from everyone else. I forgot how much I love being alone. 

Sunday: I ran 6.5 miles or so then spent the rest of my day in my room! Honestly, I don’t do much.

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I am seriously the most boring person ever. I don’t have many friends and I rarely leave my room anymore unless it’s for work or food.

Monday through Thursday just flew by. 

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I ran everyday as well as did spin class twice!

Wednesday was quite busy. I woke up to run (another 6+ miles), I did spin class at lunch, and yoga right afterwards. I was starving! By the end of the day, I realized I had nothing but a protein bar.

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Quest Bars are the bomb.com though. Just sayin’.

I know, I worked out hardcore on Wednesday and my body is still not use to it, but I was angry when I couldn’t work out today! I have been up since 4 AM working and now that it’s finally about 7 PM, I’m tired. I am exhausted! I wanted to run today. I hate that I was finally getting a routine going on of twice a day workouts, yet now my routine has to change due to work again. I just want a regular 9 – 5 job. I can’t wait to be out of the military and I can have freedom. A car would be nice as well. I feel like a child once again.

I won’t complain. I’ll save that for another post.

Anyway, tomorrow I have a super good HIIT workout planned for 5:30 AM before the beach so hopefully I feel normal again. It’s odd how my normal a few weeks ago was me sleeping all day and never exercising. Now, my normal is work my ass off (literally). Running has always been my passion. Its the love of my life. I gave it up for a long, extended amount of time. Nonetheless, running came back into my life so smoothly and non effortlessly. My legs may not agree, but my mind does.

I cannot wait to run tomorrow! My legs are ready… somewhat.

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Have a great rest of the week! 

And remember

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Photo Overload of Awesomeness

15 Aug

Konnichiwa!

That’s like the only thing I know in Japanese and I have been living here for three months now. Crazy, huh? Time flies.

I feel like I haven’t updated in forever! Oh my gosh. I have been super busy with life and work. My day starts at 4:30 AM and usually, if I’m lucky, ends at 9 PM. Last night, however, I was at work until 9:20. I was so dead tired. Then, my internet has sucked lately.  Well, by internet I mean the internet I steal from whose ever room is closest to mine that has wifi.

Fortunately for you guys, I have one hell of an update. 

Let’s begin with Saturday…

I started my morning off with a 13.22 mile run on the treadmill. I’m just a real trooper probably because I had my new shirt on.

It’s from the show The Office in case you didn’t know.

After my working out, I ate some waffles then chilled on my bed before I got some iced coffee and a little peanut butter muffin off base at some cute cafe.

Their ice coffee was the bomb too. Japanese make the best coffee.

After my little snack, I went crazy again…

Yeah, I got another tattoo. Cost me $200 bucks. I’m so happy. I love it to death.

I know everyone is like, “What is the meaning behind your tattoo?” Honestly, can’t I just get one to get one?

Well, I got a feather.

I actually got a feather because, to me personally, it symbolizes independence. Like, I see a feather just floating as freedom and being free. Wow, Christy. I just repeated myself in two different ways. You’re welcome.

I also found this feather in some art work I was looking at and I just thought it was beautiful.

Please excuse my huge thighs. I hate them too. It’s fine.

In my opinion, I really love tattoos. You hear a lot of people say, “Women shouldn’t get tattoos and women should not be muscular.” Such B.S. I think tattoos are beautiful and look so much better on women with muscles.

Saturday night I hung out with my two best guy friends and just went around town off base. Hit up the beach, a bar or two, got  tacos, made some friends…

 

Yes, that is a lion on my shirt. My spirit animal is a lion.

And I’m a hippie. ‘Sup?

Sunday was another day for me to run ten miles or so and to chill out. I can’t remember what I did besides go to the grocery store to buy goodies for my foodie pen pal. First legit foodie pen pal and I’m so excited! Legit, my friends.

As for Monday and Tuesday, those days are just a blur. Work is work.  Exercise is good for my soul and keeps me sane.

By the way, that reminds me…

I MADE IT THROUGH MY NO FRIED FOOD CHALLENGE.

I can buy the shoes I want now. Holla.

Well, I hope the rest of you are having a good week. Tell me about it the comments below. 

Motto

13 Aug

It’s that time of the week again…

 

 

 

I want those tattoos so badly.

 

Style motivation!

 

 

Happy Monday!

Aren’t you disappointed that the Olympics are now over? What am I going to do with my life now?

No Crying in Running

11 Aug

I wanted to give a quick update as I drink my chai flaxseed smoothie because apparently when I tried to write a post last while eating   a veggie burger and spinach at 11:25 PM, it didn’t work out to well. Besides, wordpress has been acting strange on my computer. I don’t know. It’s probably just me.

The above paragraph only proves that I eat all the time.

Let’s go.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday I ran 10 miles. Monday and Thursday I stuck to the stair climber because I was beyond tired. Thursday was suppose to be an easy day at work because I had 24 hour duty the day/night before. It was awful. I didn’t get off of work until 2:30 PM. I took a thirty minute nap, worked out, and went to be at like 9:30 PM. I was exhausted.

Of course it felt amazing to sleep in on Saturday morning. I set an alarm for 7 AM and didn’t wake up until 8:30. I’m sorry, but that is sleeping in for me. I hate sleeping in that late. I feel like it messes up my whole day.

At least I got to watch the Olympics while running on the treadmill (13.22 miles) Saturday morning. I was practically shouting at the TV.

The women’s 4 X 400 relay broke a record! If you watched it in slow motion as she cross the finished line, it was incredible. Her face was serious then lit up because she knew she broke a record. So amazing. 

In the women’s 15oo meters, Morgan Uceny tripped! I saw it happened and went, “OH MY GOD!”

The only thing that pisses me off about her tripping is she just started crying. Wouldn’t you get up and just continue running? It’s not like she tore a muscle. She only tripped. I would have gotten angry, got my happy ass up, and continue running. What would you do in that situation? I feel like crying in front of of everyone like that is ridiculous. Get up and run. I have had my spikes come untied before in races. Do I stop and tie them? No. I keep going and come in first.

I guess it just bothers me she didn’t get up. It’s not like she had a Lolo Jones incident. There was not a tore muscle or a cramp. I believe crying like that over something that can be made up for is silly. I don’t know. I don’t want to sound harsh.

Either way, I give her a lot of credit. She’s in the Olympics for goodness sake. She is still an amazing athlete. 

Did anyone of you read this article on this columnist who wrote about women in the Olympics being ‘flat-chested’ and ‘man-like’? 

Here is what he said verbatim:

Turkish columnist Yüksel Aytuğ caused an online firestorm on Aug. 8 after penning an article that criticized the Olympic Games for “killing womanhood.”

Aytuğ’s piece, titled “Womanhood is dying at the Olympics,” was published in daily Sabah and the paper’s website but quickly spread after angering readers by saying the Olympic Games were destroying the female figure by distorting women’s bodies and that points should be added to female Olympians based on how feminine they looked.

Aytuğ said women’s associations should protest the Games and added that it was enough for him to “take a look at female swimmers” to reach that opinion.
“Broad-shouldered, flat-chested women with small hips; [they are] totally indistinguishable from men. Their breasts – the symbol of womanhood, motherhood – flattened into stubs as they were seen as mere hindrances to speed,” Aytuğ said.

“I am not even talking about female javelin throwers, shot-put athletes, weightlifters, wrestlers and boxers,” Aytuğ said. “Their appearance is just pathetic.”

Aytuğ said the Olympics forced women to “look more like men” in order to be successful and wrote about an ongoing “sporting violence against women,” while criticizing what he called an understanding of “the manlier you look the more successful you are.”

The columnist concluded by saying that female Olympians should be rewarded with additional bonus points based on how “feminine” they looked. “Otherwise we will destroy the grace and naïveté of women through the Olympics,” he concluded.

Is he joking right now? First of all, women become flat chested because sports like running and what not decrease our boob size. Am I right? I barely have boobs. I don’t care. I love running. Ever ran with huge boobs bouncing up and down? No thank you. Breasts are also fat tissue so women with a high metabolism and women who work out will lose that fat. 

Also, all these female athletes are beautiful! You see them in regular clothes and it’s like, woah. Actually, they aren’t even really that flat chested. It’s called a sports bra. A sports bra holds down those puppies.

I am positive that these women in the Olympics are more of a man than this guy who wrote the article. The Olympics are not a beauty contest. 

And why talk about the women? We could easily talk about the men with their bird legs. Should I even go there? 

I don’t know what I’m going to do when the Olympics are over. I don’t remember what I did before.

By the way, three more days left of my ‘no fried food’ challenge. I have had no onion rings, fries, or any other junk food like that. I’m so happy! Go me.

Here is what I have been eating instead:

Overdue WIAW

8 Aug

Hi!

I haven’t done one of these in forever. I might I as well though. I have about three and half hours left of my duty job (out of 24 hours). I have gotten 3.5 hours of sleep too.

So. Exhausted. So. Smelly. Need. Shower.

But I’m still going to knock one of of these out…

If I was back home in the states, my summer staples would include ice cream, fro yo, roasted veggies, fish, tofu, and lots of meals eaten out.

Sadly, I’m here. In Japan.

If I want to eat out, my options are wait until the weekend or order Pizza Hut, Popeye’s, Taco Bell, Subway, Burger King, or Baskin Robbins. I already eat enough pizza as it is and I don’t really care for the rest.

I get salads daily, which is the positive aspect of living here and working in the chow hall. However, whatever the chow hall is serving that day, I don’t eat it unless it’s vegetables. I just eat my own snacks. It makes me laugh actually. No one thinks I eat, but I do so here it goes



As you can see, I eat a lot of snacky foods. I like eating a lot of little things throughout the day and just eating a big breakfast then later on a big dinner. My dinner is usually breakfast again. Funny how that is.

On a new note…

I only revisited some of my goals. I was thinking about this:

  • Limit pizza intake because I love pizza too much.
  • Only sweets on weekend, not during the week, and they must be ‘worth’ it. Then, I can buy myself some clothes that I want.
  • Go to sleep by 9 PM. I normally do for the most part. My problem is that I sleep with my phone by my ear and every time I receive a text message, I text back, delaying my sleep.
  • Continue eating no fried foods even after August 15th

I’m sure I have more, but it’s 4 Am and I’m so tired. I can also smell myself, which is nasty. On top of that, I can hear someone snoring from their room. Must be nice to sleep.

Well, enjoy your Wednesday. Tell everyone what you ate  verbatim so no one is disappointed. 

Randomness

7 Aug

I blog currently from the entrance of my barracks, where I reside on 24 hour duty. I’m on hour five I believe. Nineteen more hours to go.

I have no idea if the above sentence makes sense, but let’s just say with all these free hours I have, I will be posting a lot.

So I started my morning off at 4:30 AM to go on a run on the treadmill at the gym. It was tough waking up. I didn’t get home last night until ten PM. Next time I read someone having to work early/over time, wake up earlier than seven, or write a paper for school, I’m going to be pissed. Try working from 7:30 AM to 10 PM. Yeah, complain to me then.

Anyway, my run went well. I ran 10 miles on the treadmill and then hopped on the stair climber for about twenty minutes. I did the same thing Tuesday as well. 

Ten miles seems reasonable for me to do. I actually don’t mind running on the treadmill any more. As long as I got a TV in front of me, some good tunes, people to watch, and a fan, I can run for a long time.

The Olympics keep me entertained forever!

Oh my gosh. I am that girl at the gym who watches the Olympics and gets too excited. I start yelling at the TV. “GO, LOLO, GO!”

 

I recently just read an article Time Magazine about Lolo Jones. She’s so incredible. 

 

Growing up in Des Moines, Iowa, jones was a five-star prospect — as a thief. Jones pilfered food for survival. She was fast, which helped during getaways. And she didn’t have a larcenous profile. “My dad would always say they’re never going to suspect me because they never look at a cute young girl,” says Jones. Her father shuttled in out of prison but tutored her in the fine art of snatching TV dinners. “There was definitely shame for sure, but looking back, I was able to eat,” she says. “There’s a Hungry-Man — steak and potatoes and a little brownie — you’re like, I’m all over that.”

Jones’ mother worked low-paying clerical and housekeeping jobs to support Lolo and her four siblings. The family bounced around apartments, and Jones went to eight schools in eight years. Given such upheaval, she struggled to keep friends. “The hardest thing was not having those conversations with a girl pal, like when you’re talking hours on the phone,” she says. “I don’t remember those moments.”

When Lolo was in third grade, the family became homeless and bunked in the basement of a Salvation Army church. “That was the dark place where the kids just would not go,” Jones says. “And all of a sudden, we’re living there. I just remember the open showers and coldness to it.” To hide her dismal plight from other kids, she would wake up early to play in the church gym before children arrived for camp. That way, it appeared that someone had dropped her off.

Jones was always running: when the family car broke down, she would jump out and sprint to the store. The practice paid off. She picked up the hurdles in high school and showed so much promise that in her junior year, when her mother moved to Forest City, Iowa — about 125 miles (200 km) north of Des Moines — Lolo stayed behind to pursue a college scholarship. She lived with three different families before leaving for college, still struggling to fit in. “Think about her situation,” says former Des Moines Register editor Randy Essex, who took Jones in for 16 months. “Her dad is in and out of her life, her family moved a lot, and all of a sudden she moves in with these people who are pretty much strangers.”

Read more: http://olympics.time.com/2012/07/19/lolo-jones-olympic-hurdler/#ixzz22vDkkhWd

 

She’s definitely one of my favorites this year.

I’m so angry that I couldn’t watch the marathon due to the typhoon! Ah, it was so traumatic that I missed it. I can’t find any videos of it either. Youtube? I don’t know.

It still gives me the chills. 

 

I don’t even know the full story of the marathon, but seeing photos makes me so incredibly happy. It makes me want to run. It makes me want to a run a marathon.

 

As soon as I get out of the Marines, I’m going to college and running. Running all the time. I know it’s so far fetched to be like, “Hey, I want to be in the Olympics and run marathons and be pro and blah blah blah”, but that’s how I feel. So what? A girl can dream, right?

I think it’s okay to dream big and to have enormous goals. It doesn’t hurt anyone really.

I have a lot of goals. They change daily. As of now, my goal is to go 21 days (and longer) without fried foods such as onion rings and French fries. I’m doing great.

My next goal is to make it without sweets. Not going too well actually. I need to re-think that goal and add rules or something.

My other goals include:

  • Run a marathon
  • Run an ultras for a living
  • Run a 24 hour race
  • Go to Finland
  • Run international races
  • Run professional
  • Write for fitness magazines
  • Coach

What are your goals?

Typhoon Party

6 Aug

I’ll just start off by saying Monday was a terrible day for me. I woke up so motivated to run, but the day before (Sunday, in case you forgot) was so stormy. Apparently, there was a typhoon comping our way.

 

I woke up Monday morning at 4:30 AM to just to get to the gym by 5 AM. I went downstairs in my barracks and I couldn’t go. It was so windy, rainy, and whatever else could take away Dorthy’s house in the Wizard of Oz.

I died inside. I was so ready for a run.

The rest of the day was just down hill from there. Let’s just say my new sweets challenge is extended another day. Or two…

Let me rewind to the weekend because I really don’t want to be a Debbie Downer here.

Saturday

I ran 10.90 miles on the treadmill. Imagine that!

 

Thanks to the Olympics, good music, and my love for running, I can handle the treadmill. I can’t handle when guys tell me the other guys have been talking about me. Apparently, I dress to provocatively and wear short-shorts. Umm, it’s called running clothes. How come females always get hit on what they wear and they put themselves ‘out there’? There are guys at the gym who wear shorter shorts than me! I’m not kidding. Screw them. I dress to be comfortable when I run and to not drown in my own sweat. I don’t dress to look cute. My motto is that by the end of my workout, I should look ugly as hell. By the way, I am literally the only female at the gym the majority of the time so of course I’m going to look damn good.

Did you know they try to regulate women grunting while playing tennis? I guess it’s offensive and freaks out the men. Get over it.

Anyway, I spent the rest of my day grocery shopping with my roommate.

It’s crazy how we get along so well. She’s more of a lifter and I’m more a cardio queen. We both love bananas and have like three tubs of protein powder. We even went to bootcamp together!

I bought the usual of Greek yogurt, Puffins cereal, Kashi waffles, nuts, baby food, and Naked drinks.

In addition, I got my eyebrows waxed. I took a mirror photo just to prove it so none of you would think I’m a liar.

 

You all know I got my tattoo later that night and I scheduled an appointment for next week to get another.

Saturday night I went out with my two best guy friends. I may or may not have consumed an alcoholic beverage. Just one. I don’t see the appeal of drinking so I don’t really do it. It’s pointless to me.

Random transition, but here it goes. I hang out with guys. My roommate is my only girl friend and we don’t even hang out that much. The problem with hanging out with guys is they get use to you and begin talking to you like you are one of their guy friends. I was “fat” and a “butterface” all in one night. Way to hit a girl’s self esteem.

Moving on.

Sunday

I ran another ten miles and didn’t really do anything else.

It was raining out all day and at night it began to storm badly. Lightning, wind, and all that good stuff. That was my hint to order pizza.

 

Well, that was my weekend, but I have some more honorable eats to share!

Can it be Friday already?