My head. Is sore.

So. Last week when I was trying to be sporty spice at Hexagon Wake park I dinged my head so hard that a couple of days later I developed signs of a concussion. So I took my happy ass to the doctor and turned out indeed...concussion. The good news, the CT scan showed no brain bleeding. The bad news...I was told no activity for 5-7 days-- no working out, no computers, no TV. I've been in so much pain and miserable for the past few days and Sunday night I hit rock bottom...so rock bottom that I got on the scale. It couldn't get much worse I thought so I jumped on...and I was shocked. It was about the same as the last time I had weighed (1 month ago)...that's right...1 whole month no weight loss. BUT....you can look at it and think 1 whole month...no weight gain :). 

Bottom line-- I didn't eat and/or drink very well in the past month-- pretty miserably actually. But...I kept working out like a champ. Gooo me. 

Now...the hard part...I can't workout for another few days so I have to be so careful about the food. And I've gone 4 days no wine...or booze of any kind so that will certainly help with the caloric intake. 

Wish me luck...

Chance of a Lifetime

Holy balls. I'M GOING TO PLAY SOCCER AT RED BULL ARENA! The arena is one of the only arena's in the world that was specifically built for soccer and considering I spent the first 18 years of my life playing soccer I'm beyond excited. 

I stopped playing soccer competitively when I shattered my ankle sliding into home when I was 20...8 screws and a plate later my soccer career ended. I played intramurally a few more years after then but would sprain my ankle every few games and at some point I just threw in the towel. BUT NOW....I've got to get back in the game. My ankle has been pretty steady for the past few years (only 3-4 sprains/knock on wood) and I think if I tape it then I should get back on the field in a rec league to prepare. 

The other thing is that I'm a goalie-- always have been--but being a goalie against women is way different than playing goal with guys behind the ball. There's no way our team can be competitive with me in goal...so I've got to re-learn how to play in the field. The last time I played the field I got slide tackled and tore every single ligament and tendon in my ankle...but that was a dirty play. And, it was 15 years ago.

So, here I go...back into the world of soccer. For a chance of a lifetime. Thank you Red Bull.

Mind Games....

I can't get over how hard it is to lose weight. It would be one thing if I didn't love food...but I do. When we were in West Palm re-charging ourselves I was on the right track. Then I came back to a week of meetings that had their ups and downs and I fell off the food wagon so to speak. Bagels, cream cheese, over eating...what was I thinking? Then it continued with some unexpected news from a friend that got in my head even more...and more bad eating. I snapped out of it relatively speaking on Wednesday of last week-- and the good part about this time of horrible food intake was that I never stopped working out hard.

The worst part? I'm scared to get on the scale. I mean, really scared. I can't do it. I won't do it. I can't bare to see it over 200 again and I just know that I'm back there. I know I'm being ridiculous-- but the mind games of this whole process are evil. The worst part...I'm lacking a good plan to get back on track. It's something I'm going to work on this week while I'm in Nashville. There's a good place where I hike pretty much every day in Nashville that is very therapeutic.

Wish me luck. Again.

#FFFRecharge

Last Thursday and Friday we hosted a Fit For Flight event focused on giving a few employees the ability to re-charge their fitness and nutrition routines-- and it was pretty amazing. It was hosted at Britta Llewellyn's house-- along with her amazing family-- husband Jaret and son Dorien and their friend Joseph. Britta, Jaret and Dorien are all World Champion Waterskiers and are able to teach just about anyone how to ski or wakeboard-- EVEN ME!

I was nervous for this trip because I was going to be challenged physically and mentally to both keep up with everyone and try to lead them at the same time-- and it was tough.

Day 1 involved a 2 mile run, a bootcamp of sorts and a skiing/water session.
Day 2 involved a 1 miles run, an interval session and nutritionist visit and a water/skiing session.

Then I worked out with my trainer yesterday and finally gave myself a day off today. It felt a little odd to have a day off but I know my body needed it. This week will be tough as we have meetings all day-every day for business planning but I've got bootcamp sessions planned every morning so I'll get a work out in at the very least. I'm also going to try to juice during the day, eat with the group every night and limit my alcohol which is so important.

Pictures and video to come from the recharge.

It Happened.

I got up this morning and today I don't weigh 200lbs. You know, oddly it doesn't feel as good as I thought it would. Britta is right. Numbers aren't as important. BUT DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS? Last night I was cleaning out my closet and I went to try on my 3 pair of ski pants. The ones I was wearing this past winter don't fit--- they won't even stay up-- now THAT felt good. Then I went to try on these amazing Oakley pants that I bought in November of 2011 to wear to Killington-- and they didn't fit then (bought online) and it broke my heart. But I didn't return those suckers...no way-- they're too rad. Last night-- they do. Now, THAT felt good. I can't wait to go somewhere cold and wear normal sized clothes. In good news, my original pair of ski pants that I bought in 2010 also fit again. BOOM.

Pics to prove it.

I couldn't make this up if I wanted to.

I weigh 200.00 lbs. Not 199.9, not 200.1, 200.00 lbs.

I knew when I got on the scale this morning it was going to be close. I traveled all week and ate about as well as I possibly could have while on the road. I did drink beer (damn music festivals) but I was on point. I worked out hard this past week-- 3 sessions with the trainer before leaving town (mon, tues, wed), walked about 45 miles at Bonnaroo and then hiked both Saturday and Sunday.

Last night when I went to bed I said a little prayer that I would wake up less than 200lbs. Didn't happen.

But...I do weigh less than I have in probably 2 years and I'm starting to see the resemblance of a quad muscle in my leg. I'm strong. I'm planking. I'm running. I'm hiking. Life is good. I got this.

Oh, do you remember my post about jeans that zip but don't fit? Here's a classic example from Bonnaroo. At least she's staying hydrated.

Oh injuries.

On Tuesday when I was running to warm up for my PT session everything was going swimmingly until I felt this odd pain in my inner thigh. It was a quick sharp pain and then it sort of went away. At the time I thought it felt like a muscle pull but I kept running. When I was working out with Brandy it reared its ugly little head again.

I've worked out again since then and it hurt. Not during everything, but its certainly noticeable. Brandy thinks its fine for me to keep working out but to be mindful of lateral movements. But I wasn't moving laterally when it happened, I think. Hmmmm.

The point of this is that the body is very odd. And every injury is different. For example when I stretch this injury it feels good but my hip flexor was very bothered by stretching. I suppose you have to give everything a try.

I'm heading to Bonnaroo Music Festival today and its going to be hot as fuck. Highs in the 90's, on a farm, in the middle of Tennessee in the summer--I'm sure someone thought this was a good idea. I'm going to try to tell myself-- the more I walk & sweat the more calories I'm burning.