Clothing · Diet · Fitness

Time to shop

Pretty, ain't it.
Pretty, ain’t it.

First off, good news, my ankle isn’t broken! Just a bad sprain. I have been wearing the brace for two days now and it is slowly starting to feel better. When I take the brace off I can feel my ankle start to wobble, so I am not going to take my chances.

More good news. It was about 85 degrees here today, to celebrate the (temporary) arrival of warm temps,  I had to wear capris. Most of my clothes are too big for me now, but I have a couple items that are too small I put on from time to time to measure my progress. One of the items of clothing is a pair of khaki colored capri pants. I put them on today, and they fit! No Denim Dance required.

After I move home and find a job, a trip to the mall is definitely going to be in order. Thank god my mom is a great seamstress, I am hoping she will be able to take in some of the clothes that are too big.

I’ll try to remember to take a picture and post it by the end of the week!

Tomorrow it is back to the gym to spend some quality time with the recumbent bike until my ankle is better and can hit the treadmill again!

Health · Humor · weight loss

Stairs 1, Lynn 0


My foot has been KILLING me since my less than graceful dismount (aka fall down the stairs) Saturday night.

I sucked it up and went to the doctor, who sent me for x-rays. I am still waiting to hear back about whether is it broken or just a sprain. She said at minimum it was a severe sprain.

As much as I have been concerned that this injury is going to really slow down my packing for the big move this week, it helps to know that my mom will be here Saturday to help me out. (Thanks mom, you’re the best!)

More concerning is how it is going to effect my weight loss progress. Most of the time in the past, it has been an illness or injury that threw me off and stopped my progress. I don’t want that to happen again.

The doc didn’t mention anything to me about my weight loss. When I asked her how much I would still be able to do, she looked in my chart at my progress. Her response: “Holy crap girl, that’s impressive!” Not gonna lie, that made me feel pretty good!

She said I could work out on the stationary bike and do weights, so that’s what I will do until I start feeling better.

Mom gave some good advice as well: “Let pain be your guide. As a wise man once said… ‘If it hurts when you do that – don’t do it.'”

If only she had given me that advice BEFORE I fell down the stairs…


5K · Goals · Health · weight loss

Color Run — Exercise in disguise

Post run color party.
Post run color party.

I see what you did there Color Run… You made a 5K so much fun, people couldn’t possibly know they were exercising. Bravo.

Looking back on the crowd. There were about this many people in front of us as well.
Looking back on the crowd. There were about this many people in front of us as well.

I work up Saturday morning to a chilly, rainy day outside. I checked the website for the st. Louis Color Run and was excited to see it was still on. There had to have been 20,000 people there to for the race. Despite the huge number of people, it was remarkably well organized (I had to wait in line for about 10 seconds to register and pick up my number ans shirt). I was impressed. downloada

If you’re not familiar with the way the Color Run (a.k.a. the Happiest 5K on the planet) this is how it works. You are given a packet of color (dyed cornstarch) at the beginning of the race to hold on to until you get to the end. You start out wearing as much white as you can. Costumes and tutus are encouraged. As you make your way through the course you come to four color zones where — for about 50 feet — volunteers douse you with colored powder. Yesterday’s colors were blue, yellow, orange and pink. Along the way you can stop, take pictures with signs, play in the color, etc. There is NO rush to finish. There were people in wheelchairs, strollers, even one girl on crutches (someone was following her with a wagon for when she got tired).

One color station down, three to go.
One color station down, three to go.

When you get to the end, there is a color party where all the runners get together and throw their packets of color up in the air. If you weren’t colorific before, you will be after this. The color throws go off about once every 10 minutes so everyone has the chance to participate, regardless of how slow or fast you are.

The race was really fun and went by very quickly. I wasn’t tired at all by the end and the rain really didn’t bother us. The rain combined with the color to make everything extra vibrant. I don’t think my white shirt and headband will ever be the same, I am going to try to wash the tutu so I can wear it again, and I have no idea what I am going to do with the shoes! I shouldn’t have stomped in all those puddles!

If you have never done one of these runs before, I really encourage you to try it. I plan on doing another one with my mom and sister in September in Albany, N.Y.

It was a great way to celebrate my 50 pound weight loss (51.1 pounds now).

After I got back from the run yesterday, I had one of my many less than graceful moments and fell down my stairs. In the process, I rolled my ankle, big time. The popping sounds my ankle made almost made me sick. I went to the doctor today and she is sending me for x-rays tomorrow. I hope it gets better soon, because I really don’t want my ankle to hold up my weight loss progress. Hopefully the doctor will at least give me the OK to ride the bike and do weights. Oh well, this too shall pass.

Here are some more pictures from the run Saturday.

before and after

I'm confident these clothes will never be the same.
I’m confident these clothes will never be the same.
All done! On to the color party.
All done! On to the color party.
Fitness · Humor · weight loss

The 10 story slide and other St. Louis adventures

Looking down after climbing 10 flights of stairs.
Looking down after climbing 10 flights of stairs.

Last Friday I took a personal day and spent a fun-filled day in St. Louis with a friend.

The outside of the City Museum.
The outside of the City Museum.

Our first stop was the City Museum — basically a HUGE warehouse that has been turned into a giant playground/skate park/aquarium for kids of all ages. On the outside of the building there is a web of climbing tubes and tunnels, slides and a giant ball pit. The inside features even more slides, an arts and crafts area, a skate park to run on, an aquarium tunnels to climb through (I’ll get to those later) and stairs. Lots and lots of stairs.

Quick picture before heading out to get lunch.

Like any other kid at heart, I’m a big fan of slides. The City Museum has a 10-story spiral slide I knew I just had to take a ride on. It never dawned on me that — in order to slide DOWN a 10 story slide, first you have to get to the top. I realized it was going to take climbing 10 flights of stairs to get to the top of the slide. In the past I would have just said “forget it, go without me.” Not anymore, up we went.

It was a lot easier than I expected (and than it ever would have been in the past). I stopped once to take a picture (and take a 30 second breather) but other than that we made it to the top no problem. The slide was something else, but I was definitely super dizzy by the time I FINALLY reached the bottom.

The tunnels were something else, You just start walking through and the openings keep getting smaller, and smaller, and smaller until it is difficult to even crawl through. I got really nervous a couple times because I kept having visions of getting stuck in one of the openings and having to call the fire department to get me out. THAT is the kind of thing that would happen to me. Before you laugh and think I am exaggerating, the friend I was with is probably all of a size four and she told me that she got seriously stuck in one of the openings during her last trip there.

If a twig couldn’t make it through, I could have been in serious trouble. I stayed as far away from the smaller caves as I could.

Got bacon? The BLT from Crown Candy
Got bacon? The BLT from Crown Candy

After a couple hours at the museum, we went to Crown Candy for Lunch. The teeny tiny diner is home of one of the best sandwiches in America (according to the Travel Channel). Their signature BLT has about a half pound of delicious bacon sandwiched between two slices of bread with lettuce and tomato. If you’re going to get the signature sandwich, they also recommend one of their world-famous milkshakes (which have been featured on the food channel).

My friend got both the BLT and the milkshake. After searching their menu, I determined there was NOTHING on it that was on my diet. Literally nothing. I tried to pick the healthiest option which ended up being a grilled cheese sandwich and a Diet Coke. My lunch was OK, not anything to write home about, but it got rid of my hunger. My friend’s lunch looked a lot better than mine. I had a sip of her shake and one piece of bacon — I worked off those calories and more on the stairs. I am glad I didn’t get the BLT, as good as it was, my friend (who is a very healthy eater) said she felt like crap later, even though she got rid of half the bacon. I felt fine. 🙂

Next up was the tour of the Budweiser brewery. We opted out of taking the entire tour and only went to see the Clydesdales and the Dalmatians — and of course the tasting room. I wanted to take a dog and horse home with me, but we couldn’t figure out how to get them past security.

Bruce, one of the Budweiser Clydesdales — the most spoiled horses on earth.
Bruce, one of the Budweiser Clydesdales — the most spoiled horses on earth.

Last, we went to the top of the St. Louis Arch. I have always wanted to go to the top, but never had the patience to stand in line. Friday there was no line, yay! You have to get in these tiny little pods to get to the top. Imagine trying to fit five people in a space only slightly bigger than a phone booth, but only 4 feet high, and that’s what it was like. It was a nice view from the top and definitely worth the trip. I would like to go up there when the sun was setting.

All around it was a great day. I can honestly say I did more and had more fun than I would have 50 pounds ago. It’s the small changes I have been noticing that have kept me going. I’m having fun doing all of the things I have wanted to do since I moved to Missouri, only about two weeks left!

Here’s some more pictures from the day.

Me in front of one of the Budweiser wagons.
Me in front of one of the Budweiser wagons.
Can we keep one?
Can we keep one?
Looking up at the arch. This thing is huge!
Looking up at the arch. This thing is huge!
We took a few minutes to lay under the arch looking up watching the clouds go by.
We took a few minutes to lay under the arch looking up watching the clouds go by.
Overlooking Busch Stadium from the top of the Arch.
Overlooking Busch Stadium from the top of the Arch.




5K · Fitness · Goals · weight loss

Busy, busy, busy!


When I first started this healthy lifestyle I told people that if they saw my blog posts get less frequent (or stop all together) that I had probably fallen off the wagon and they needed to come drag me out of the nearest McDonalds — ASAP.

I haven’t posted in a couple days and I got texts from two people asking me if I needed a McIntervention (thanks guys). I am happy to report that I am still doing well, I have just been INSANELY busy.

Between working like crazy, hitting the gym and packing to move halfway across the country in two weeks, I have been too busy to blog much. At least I am not slacking off (too much) at the gym.

Counting down till the Color Run Saturday. I’m pretty excited! The more positive stories I read from other bloggers and friends, the more excited I get.

I’ll admit, I am a little disappointed in myself that I am not to the point I wanted to be with my fitness. I wanted to be able to run the whole 5K by Saturday, but several weeks ago, I realize that wasn’t going to be even close to happening. I redid my goal to be to run the first mile of the Color Run. Unfortunately, that isn’t going to happen either.

I am trying not to get too down on myself. Even though I am not improving as fast as I would like, I am still improving. Look for the positive in life!


Almost halfway there!

My weigh-in this morning revealed I lost another four pounds this week (take that plateau!).

I’m down 48.5 pounds since mid-January. Clearly I’m shooting to pass the 50 pound mark this week. What better way to celebrate than with the Color Run next Saturday!

I am well ahead of the pace I need to hit to lose 100 pounds this year, I am getting more and more confident I will be able to accomplish my goal.

I’ll make a longer post tomorrow detailing my exciting day in St. Louis, bedtime for now though.

All smiles.


A war zone on Boylston Street


Even though I’m a military brat and have never really lived in one place for very long, I spent half of my high school years and all of my college career in Massachusetts before moving out of state. I consider Massachusetts to be my home.

Part of my job as the editor of a newspaper in Missouri is to write a column. Considering my love of my home state of Massachusetts, I knew this week I had to reflect on Monday’s tragedy at the Boston Marathon.

It took hours.

It was one of the hardest things I have ever written. I must have started, and deleted it, a dozen times. It’s hard to write when you can’t stop the tears from flowing.

I posted the link to the column I wrote, but the link didn’t work well for some people, so I have pasted the text below for those of you who wanted to read it.

A war zone on Boylston Street

Marathon Monday is a day unlike any other in Boston. You can feel the excitement and the electricity in the air.

Patriots Day (or Marathon Monday) isn’t celebrated outside the New England states, but in Boston, the holiday might as well be Fourth of July.

That is the day the history-rich city celebrates the anniversary of the first battles of the Revolutionary War.

It’s the day tens of thousands of people descend on the Town of Hopkinton, lace up their sneakers and run the 26.2 miles to Boylston Street in Boston — the finish line of the Boston Marathon.

Adding to the excitement is the annual 11 a.m. home game played by the Red Sox.

When I lived in Massachusetts, my friends and I would head to a Boston bar near the end of the route to watch the Red Sox play their morning game. Toward the end of the game the bar would empty out onto the street, joining hundreds of thousands of others along the marathon route, and we would cheer, scream and chant for the runners as they passed. We didn’t know any of the runners. It didn’t matter.

We were proud of them.

We were proud of the first groups of runners that passed for their ability to finish the race quickly, outrunning their peers, finishing the 26.2 miles in blazing fast time.

I was always more proud of the slower runners, those who came one, two, three, sometimes four hours after the first group of runners passed by. These aren’t the runners that were fast enough to earn the right to run the marathon based on their times. Instead they raised thousands of dollars for various charities to earn the privilege of participating in one of the most prestigious marathons in the world. TWEET

Many of these athletes don’t care how fast they finish the race, they just want to finish. They wear shirts with the names of the charities prominently displayed. Others had their own names on the front of their shirts, allowing us to pick them out of the crowd and cheer for them individually.

It’s a unique experience to be a part of. We stood, cheering, about a mile from the finish line. By that point the runners are drained — their legs are exhausted, bodies screaming for them to stop. We could tell by the looks on their faces and the increased pace of their strides, that our cheers were helping them make their way to the finish line.

I wanted to be in Boston Monday to cheer on three friends who ran for their respective charities. Instead, I tracked them by their bib numbers from my office as they made their way along the race route, getting text messages at the 10K, half-marathon, and 30K marks. Each time my phone went off with an update, I became more and more proud of these three people running toward their goal. But the text messages stopped.

At 2:15 p.m., I learned of an explosion in at the marathon’s finish line. My heart sank.

I instantly looked at my phone to try to pinpoint where my friends were on the route. They had all passed the 30km mark, but none of them had crossed the finish line. Looking at the times, I did the math. At least one of them had to be close — very close — to the finish line when the bombs went off.

My mind was instantly filled with worst-case scenarios as I watched the live coverage unfold at the finish line. I was afraid not only for the runners, but for friends I knew would be out there, cheering them along. How many bombs were there? How many more explosions will there be?

It was heartbreaking to watch the aftermath of a truly cowardly act. The finish line of the Boston Marathon is supposed to be a place of celebration where athletes from across the globe can celebrate their monumental accomplishment. Monday it was a war zone.

Slowly over the course of the next few hours, text messages came and Facebook statuses were updated from Boston friends saying they were OK. Everyone was shaken up, but they were all OK.

The friend I was most worried about because of her proximity to the blasts later updated her status to read:

“I was a 1/4 mile from the finish. The cops acted fast and had us run back under the bridge where there was grass. I am so grateful that I wasn’t a minute faster. It was horrific but Boston is resilient. There were so many acts of generosity and kindness. There was no mass hysteria. We were scared but didn’t know the full magnitude of the situation. People were coming from their homes to give us water and sweatshirts and trash bags, anything to keep us warm. People were passing around their cell phones, though not working well, we could reach out to our families. In this great tragedy I saw such acts of heroism and goodness.”

She’s right. Boston is a resilient city. I am confident Bostonians along with the rest of the country will band together to support the victims of this terrible tragedy.

I am confident the person who did this act of terrorism will be found and brought to justice.

Most of all, I am confident the city will rebound from this. The 2014 marathon will be better and bigger than ever. Crowds won’t be scared off. They will multiply. They will line the marathon route cheering louder than ever before — not only for that year’s runners, for the 2013 runners who never got to finish, and for those who were injured or lost their lives.


I’d also like to take a minute to share this with everyone.

My mom works in Hopkinton, Mass. Every day, twice a day she drives over the marathon’s starting line. Wednesday while driving through town she saw a memorial was taking place near the starting line.

She is an excellent bagpipe player and never leaves home without her pipes. She pulled over, took out the pipes and led the group in song. The moment was captured by a Boston Globe photographer. It has since made national news. I am very proud of any small part she has had in the healing process of those who are grieving.

Here is the link to the video.

At Marathon starting point, Hopkinton holds a vigil



5K · Fitness · Goals · Health · Self confidence · weight loss

Laziness is not an option


I’m feeling pretty proud of myself today.

My only pair of jeans that fit me drove me nuts falling down all day. As obnoxious as it was, it was a good obnoxious (is that possible?)

I made it to the gym after not going for a couple days thanks to a killer headache. Even though my last try at Week 2, Day 3 of Couch25K was a disaster (an asthma attack kept me from jogging half the running segments) I decided it was the day to move on to Week 3.

It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t as hard as I prepared myself for. Today’s cycle consisted of a 5 minute warmup, 90 seconds of jogging, 90 seconds of walking, three minutes of jogging, 3 minutes of walking, 90 seconds of jogging, 90 seconds of walking, three minutes of jogging, 3 minutes of walking, and a 5 minute cool down for a total of 28 minutes

It might sound cheesy, but every time I thought I would have to stop running and walk, I would start thinking of some of the people injured in Monday’s bombings. Those people CAN’T run even if they wanted to. I can run, quitting would have been nothing but laziness.

I’m not going to allow laziness to be an option anymore.

I jogged very slowly, but I jogged. When I stepped off that treadmill, I was proud of what I had done, even though it was a very, very small accomplishment.

While at work today reading a story about Monday’s bombings I came across this quote in an Associated Press story:

“We find peace and perspective in our running,” said Rick Nealis, director of the Marine Corps Marathon. “A marathon runner goes out in all kinds of weather. People say, ‘You’re going in the rain? In the snow? In the morning? At night?’ And that’s right. It’s ‘me’ time. And you do feel safe, because you’re in control of your route and your destiny when you’re training.”

Clearly I am not a marathon runner, but this quote struck me. It made me realize I need to approach my workouts from a different perspective. Instead of viewing it as a chore, something I HAVE to do, I need to teach myself to look forward to it. That needs to be my “me time.” When I can think things over in my head — or not think at all if I don’t feel like it. I may not have control over other aspects of my life, but when I am walking, running, biking, or working out, I am in complete control.

It’s up to me to decide if I am going to take advantage of those moments, or waste them.

5K · Fitness · Goals · Health · weight loss

A terrifying new goal


The events at Monday’s Boston Marathon have shaken me to my core. More than that though, they have inspired me.

I have been working on losing weight, getting in shape, and running.

I set a goal at the beginning of the year to run an entire 5K next weekend. My progress is going slower than I was hoping, and I’m not going to make that goal. I’m going to run what I can and walk the rest. Regardless of how it turns out, I will be proud of how far I have come in the last few months.

Running a marathon has never crossed my mind. I have always been so overweight, it wasn’t a possibility. The Boston Marathon bombings have me seriously thinking about setting a goal of running it someday. Honestly, that scares me to death.

I am going to keep working toward running a 5K, then a 10K, then a half marathon. Hopefully someday I will be strong enough mentally and physically to run the Holy Grail of marathons. I think that’s when I will know I have arrived.

I am so proud of my friends who ran the race yesterday, even though they were stopped at the 25th mile, they are such inspirations. I would love to be able to run along side them one day.I have cheered the Boston marathoners on a couple times. I would love to know what it feels like to cross that finish line, having hundreds of thousands of people cheering for me, to feel that medal put around my neck. This is an unrealistic goal at the moment, but hopefully, someday — even if it takes me 10 years — it will become a reality.