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Body image

After being in Manila for almost a year, I can finally say I’m starting to feel more comfortable with my body.

Please do not confuse “more comfortable” with “comfortable” – I’m not there yet, but hopefully all the hard work I’ve been putting in will get me there.

After my marathon/wedding/move to Manila, I quickly put on 20 pounds.  (In less than a year!!!)  If you’ve been following along, you know I had a hard time getting back into a fitness routine.  I tried running again, but it didn’t stick due to lack of company (I really hate running alone), then tried weightlifting, and though I completed the whole stage one of the book, flew off to Cebu, and kind of never did it again – sadly, it seems like 5 days away relaxing by the beach and pool was enough to kill the little routine I had built.

I even went to the doctor and got a guided diet – but not only the diet made me eat too much (I still didn’t have a routine then, and was skipping meals more often than not), it was also very restrictive.  I eat healthy most days, but when you can never stray and you don’t want to completely kill your social life, it’s hard to stick with it.  And after trying it for 2 weeks and every day coming up short of the amount I was supposed to eat, I gave up.  My follow up appointment was then canceled by them at the last minute, and I just didn’t bother making a new one.

Excuses aside, it’s obvious that I also had a big problem since arriving in Manila:  lack of commitment.

It wasn’t long until those 20 extra pounds got new friends to hang out with them, and I was at my highest weight to date, carrying an extra 28 pounds then when I crossed the finish line at the Chicago Marathon.

The one thing that changed all of that and put a stop to the weight gain?  Having a new gym opening up half a block from me, and signing up in early December for the only class they had in the morning:  Muay Thai.

And aside from travel or sickness, I haven’t missed one day.  Three times a week, I’m there!

The one thing that kept me coming back (and still makes me go), was that at first, I was the only one in class.  I had the instructor’s number, he had mine.  If I wasn’t going to show up, I had to text him to let him know.  I need to have a pretty good reason to be missing, right? 

Now, the class has more people, but I still feel like I have to text him if I’m not coming.  Some days I’m tired and lazy and sooooo don’t feel like going, but I drag myself out there and do the class anyway (I can’t really text him and say “not coming because I’m lazy” can I?).  And you know what they say, save for actual injuries, you never regret a workout!

It kicks my ass, it’s not all punching and kicking, but squats, push ups, jump rope, abs…  I like how at the end of the class we do 250-400 sit ups of different types.  And that I had to take breaks at first, and now I can go trough each routine without pausing (unless a 9lbs medicine ball is involved, then I’m all weak again!).  I like that despite going there for 3 months (save for trips), it still kicks my ass every.single.time.  And sometimes, I even do a quick circuit training workout after I’m done with class, on days I’m feeling extra-ambitious.

The other thing that helped?  My parents spent a month with us, and we had breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday.  Remember how I was lacking a routine and had a hard time not skipping meals? 

Having them here made me eat all my meals.  And even though we traveled, and even though there were lots of unhealthy food on that mix, even though I missed working out because we were gone for 2 weeks, by the time they left I had already dropped 4 pounds.  Without even trying!  I was just eating all my meals, instead of skipping it.

So it was easy enough to just keep eating 3 meals a day, with the occasional snack, instead of skipping meals all of the time.  We also started eating more meals at home, and only going out for dinner once or twice a week (you can control your food intake a lot more when you know what the ingredients are!).

I also downloaded the MyFitnessPal app on my iPhone, and though I hate counting calories, this makes it so freaking easy that I have no problems inputting everything in (I’ll do a more in depth review of it).

Now, 11 months after arriving in Manila, I’m still weighing a ton more than I did 1.5 years ago, but I’m at 16 pounds above what I was when I crossed that marathon finish line.  Yep, I dropped 12 pounds in the last 2.5 months. 

But weight aside, my body is starting to look fit again – still fat, mind you, there are no miracles here – but all those 1.5 hours 3 times a week at the gym?  My legs have less cellulite, my arms have less jiggle, my “it looks like I’m carrying a small baby” stomach pooch is slowly shrinking…  And the body part that shows muscle definition for me first, my calves, are slowly starting to resemble their old self: when I move it, I see muscle lines.

And slowly, very slowly, I’m getting back to who I used to be…


Let’s hope I can post more encouraging pictures in a month or so, but here it is, for the record, what I look like now:  far from thin, far from perfect, but better than I did 3 months ago.  And right now?  That’s all that matters.


Filed under Diet, Fitness, Muay Thai, Weightlifting

Skirts! I miss them…

It’s no secret that I’ve put on over 20lbs in the last year.  And no secret I’m having a hard time getting rid of it, despite having a doctor’s diet to follow (it sounds silly, but I just can’t fit all the food she wants me to eat throughout the day).

It might come as a surprise to some that even though I’m that much bigger, I haven’t actually gone up a clothing size.  It just means that I can’t fit into everything in my closet or I’ll look too hoochy-mama, but half of my closet still fits, just doesn’t look as flattering!

But one thing I can no longer wear, because though it fits it just looks ridiculously with my humongous thighs, is my favorite running bottoms…


Ah, my running skirts…  I miss their incredible comfort, I miss the convenient pockets on the inside shorts, I miss how great they looked.  Yes, Skirts Sports is still my favorite running gear.  And no, they don’t pay me to say that (though I would gladly accept cash, kthanksbye).

So much so, that save for 4 skirts of different brands, I have quite a collection…  All these skirts gone to waste until I can wear them again!  (And before you think it’s nuts I spent so much on running skirts, about half of them were purchased during awesome sales.)


And since I’m busy showing you inside my drawers, might as well show the RIDICULOUS amount of workout clothes I own:  it fills up a whole chest.  Granted, lots of these shirts are race shirts, but still…

From top to bottom…  Sleeveless shirts…  (yes, I organize all my clothes by color, so what?)



Short sleeved shirts…



And lastly, shorts.


Lets not mention how there are no long-sleeved running shirts or capris in this mix (I only packed one of each for our move here), as everything is in storage in DC. 

The good news is that since moving to Manila I haven’t bought many new things (maybe just a couple here and there).  The bad news is that I haven’t used them nearly enough. 

In DC, it made sense to own so much workout gear – I ran 3-4 times a week, I played volleyball, I biked, I did bootcamp, I did bikram…  And I took care of my laundry every 3 weeks or so.  Here? I  wear it one day, 2 days later it’s clean and folded!

I can’t be the only one that owns so much workout gear, right?  RIGHT?  Please tell me I’m not alone!

Fingers crossed that I’ll fit into my running skirts again very soon…


Filed under Random

20 Pounds

Along with our car, our kitchen stuff, and all the other good things one gets when their move finally arrives, I also received something I knew would be bearer of bad news:  my scale.

Sure, I have weighed myself here and there since arriving in Manila, but it was not my usual scale and I know calibration varies, so I was taking it with a grain of salt.

Did I know I gained weight?  Heck yeah!  I just didn’t know how much, since I was afraid to face the scale even before leaving DC.

Turns out, since my marathon and wedding I put on 20 pounds.

20 POUNDS!!!  Lily weighs 9 lbs now, so it’s like I tackled one Lily to each thigh, with a bit more to spare.

Some of this was right after our wedding – we gorged ourselves on our honeymoon and subsequent week in Rio.  I wasn’t worried as I knew everything would go back to normal when I arrived in DC and was back at long-distance running.  Then I had the MRI on my foot and was told “no running for a month” then when I ventured back out, I had the mysterious hip pain that got me limping, and it was another month away until I was back at it.

By then, we already knew we were moving to Manila and our whole routine was out of the window, and who wants to diet when they’re saying goodbye to a country?  It was dinners out, and “we won’t have Tex-Mex for two years” excuses.  Then traveling and moving, and though I was back running when I left DC (I did run two half-marathons and one ten miler during my last month there), I haven’t run anything over 4 miles since landing in Manila.

Heck, I can’t even say I’ve run 3 miles a week since I’ve been there (which is a far cry from my 20-30 miles this time last year).  And we’ve been eating out a LOT.

I don’t think I put on much weight since arriving in Manila, at most 5lbs, if that much.  All of the weight was put on during those 5 months right after the wedding.

20 lbs!!!  I’m at my fattest EVER.  I can’t wear half of my dresses, because though they still fit, they just look too hoochy-mama with all the extra curves tugging at the seams.

And it’s no wonder running is now so tough.  I am carrying a lot more weight!  My legs, which have always been jiggly, are now worse than ever.  Even wearing my beloved running skirts is offensive since there’s just so much wobbliness in full view.  Half of my sleeveless running shirts are too tight to be decent, and forget about me in a bikini, it looks like everything is about to pop out. 

(Talking of bikinis, true story from this week:  I put on my bikini bottom and saw how small it was on the back “Oh, crap, I put on backwards!”  Took it off, turned it around, and then realized, nope, the back was correct the first time around… *sad face*)

Now how does one get back into the swing of things, when you pretty much have that sinking “why bother?” feeling after you gained more weight than you even thought possible?  We all know that losing 20lbs is WAY harder and take WAY longer than gaining 20lbs does.

I’m not looking for sympathy, and “poor you” attitude here – it sucks, I know it, I know you agree.  What I’m looking for is motivation, tips, ideas, and anything that can help and motivate me to get back to the same shape I was last year.  Was that body perfect?  Far from it.  But it was enough that I could pose for pictures in a bikini and not even untag myself when they got posted on Facebook…

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