Lessons from the Saddle

I’m back from my itch-induced hiatus. Still itchy, less bumpy. My doctor took a skin sample to biopsy and some blood samples to test for immune disorders, and in the meantime I’m on a steady diet of antihistamines and cortisone cream.

Basically, I’m like a stoner, minus the drugs. Well, illegal drugs.

If I start rocking dreadlocks and playing hacky sack it is your job, as people who read about my daily life, to come and rescue me from 1995. Interventions are a part of life. I’ll be mad at you at the time, but I’ll love you for it later.

In between naps I’ve done a wee bit of exercise.


Sorry for the picture quality. As it turns out, it’s really hard to take pictures while riding a bike…even a stationary one.

Last Thursday, right after my biopsy and against doctors’ orders, I went to a two-hour spin class hosted by Spinning ® Master Instructor Josh Taylor. The class was a part of the ECA conference being held in New York, and counted toward my recertification. Since I’d signed up for the class months in advance and knew I wouldn’t get my fee back, I took my chances with getting scar-in-the-making a bit sweaty, and I’m glad I did.

 

First of all, it’s really kind of cool to be in a class filled with 100 spin instructors. Talk about class participation and enthusiasm. There was a great energy in the room.

The class was video-based, meaning Josh guided us through a ride based around a story. This particular story was about Secretariat. Yeah, the race horse. I thought it might be super corny to pretend I was a horse for two hours, but I was an acting major so I’m used to animal-based public humiliation.

Turns out the ride wasn’t that corny, it was based on preparation, failure, experience, and going all out. You know, things that are a part of life—and a lot of the time, a part of instructing.

The video definitely kept the group engaged for two-hours—which is no small feat. Another thing I really appreciated about this class was the reminder that Spinning ® isn’t always about going all out. You can’t go at 100% all the time (a life lesson I’m only recently starting to accept). We spent a good 50% of the class going at a moderate recovery pace, maybe 40% doing hills and strength training measures, and only 10% going all out.

Now, I know this won’t really translate well to most gym-based spin classes. Most people don’t have the time to take 120 minutes out of their life a few times a week to do a gradual spin class. Gyms want their customers to feel like they’re getting their money’s worth from their membership, and since most of us measure that worth in sweat stains, high intensity interval based 45-minute classes are the norm. At the end, without fail, you will have a room full of sweaty exhausted people.

But feeling exhausted isn’t usually a feeling that keeps me coming back for more of something.

If I took anything from this experience it is that going all out usually wins the race, but not every day is race day. The rest of the time exercise is about training smart, not necessarily training hard. That’s a good reminder for the all-or-nothing voice inside my head.

Breakfast


Multi grain pancake with soygurt and sugar free syrup

Lunch


The Fella and I had company this weekend and I made a variety of Indian inspired dishes. We’ll be eating the leftovers for the next six or seven years.
Brown rice with Aloo Gobi, Lentils and Peas, and a side of spiced yogurt.

Dinner



I’m trying to cut down on my night time carbs, so we’ll be eating a lot of omelets and frittatas in the foreseeable future.
Tonight’s dinner was made with half whole eggs and half egg whites, tomatoes, carrot, spinach, and onion. I topped it off with a healthy dose of nutritional yeast for a cheesy flavor.

Exercise: 4-mile run focusing on hills.

Kim

Already Full of the Holiday Spirit

When I went to bed last night (after my third Thanksgiving dinner in four days) I swore to myself that I would never eat again, because I couldn’t imagine ever being hungry again.

Obviously when I woke up seven hours later the first thing I did was hit the kitchen and whip up some breakfast. Resolutions made in pajamas don’t count.

I know this feeling fairly well. Every year around this time I settle into that not-so-fit feeling. I simultaneously divide my time between loose fitting sweat pants and snugly fitting holiday cocktail dresses. The two are a match made in Spanx. I’m not going to delude myself into believing that I’m somehow going to skip the Latkes, Christmas parties, and eggnog in lieu of the gym this year. That’s a pep talk that has been tried and proven to fail. This year I’m just going to aim for not feeling gross, keeping between-festivity meals relatively healthy, and going to the gym when I can, and walking a few extra blocks when I can’t.

If I can get to January 1st without another “I’ll never eat again” moment I’ll consider this a successful holiday season. That and, you know peace and love and hot cocoa for my fellow man.

How do you keep things healthy during the holiday season?


Pumpkin oatmeal

Lunch


The Fella and I grabbed lunch at Chipotle. I munched on tacos with brown rice, black beans, peppers and guac.
I would eat pretty much anything if there was mashed up avocado on top.

Dinner



Veggie soup, made of the remnants of our produce bin (you’d never know those carrots were all dried out and chalky looking before the broth plumped them up)

I bought a “grain loaf” on my last grocery run. It looks fun, but tasted pretty craptacular. The Fella said it reminded him of army food or more specifically like “Veggie Spam.”

Kim

Fitspo: Is Strong the New Skinny?

Today I read an interesting opinion piece on Health.com about the increase in “Fitspo” pictures on Pinterest. You know, the pictures of super-duper buff ladies rocking six-packs and tough love slogans about hard work and ass-kicking in the gym.

Pictures like these…

Err…I’m infinity months away from that.

The article is interesting reading, but if you’re lazy and don’t want to click through I’ll sum it up here: While meant to be inspiring, perhaps this new “fitspo” phenomenon is just as damaging to our self-worth as the Kate Moss-y slogans like “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” that were so popular a fw years back. Is the pressure to be super fit just as bad for women as the pressure to be super thin? Is this the same unhealthy mindset, different body type to obsess over?

My thoughts are mixed. I feel like I am forever trying to find a middle ground between self-acceptance and self-improvement. Sometimes for self-improvement a little hard-truth-telling is necessary as is a little reach-for-the-stars motivation. On the other hand, I eat relatively clean, I work out hard, and I’m still a wee bit more “fleshy” than I’d like—but I don’t think a healthy lifestyle means never eating out, never indulging, or enjoying a glass of wine or two on special occasions. Defined abs are not the only part of a life that matters.

That doesn’t make me want them any less.

See the mixed feelings?

I do find many of these photos (not necessarily the ones I’ve posted above, but other pictures of strong women lifting heavy and pushing themselves hard) inspiring. I am always trying to improve my body, my mind, my habits, and my relationships. Life, at least to me, is about growing.

In regard to this fitness based phenomenon, there is a difference between inspiration and torture. Many of these “You could be hot if only you tried harder, lifted heavier, and wore more Lululemon” pictures can seem like unattainable standards of fitness that most of us won’t ever achieve. Having said that, I’m not sure images of someone like myself, huffing, puffing, and sweating like a pig in the gym would be quite as motivating.

I will say this, my body goals today are the same now as they were before Pinterest ever existed. I want to be strong and healthy and comfortable in my skin.

Where do you stand on “fitspo”? Are these pictures motivating or just one more unattainable standard women are expected to live up to?

Breakfast


Raisin bran with reduced fat milk
Hard-boiled eggs
Coffee

Post-Workout
I didn’t take a picture of this, but I ate half a chocolate protein muffin and drank half a protein shake post strength training, and had the other halves after I finished cardio.

Lunch

Vegetable soup and scrambled egg whites with salsa

Dinner


Our apartment is still in flux as we prepare to move stuff to the storage unit. We set up a free-for-all coffee table dinner of tofurky, low-carb whole wheat tortillas, tabouli salad, chick pea salad, and vegetable soup. We snacked as we cleaned the living room and watched the Presidential debate.

Exercise:

A-Day strength: Shoulders, Chest, Triceps, and Abs
Cardio: 45-minutes interval training on the elliptical machine

Kim

Fit for Fall

It’s a new month and I have a new fitness plan, which I’m going to share with ya’ll in case you need a new strategy for your gym going days. This go around I’m doing an AB schedule meant to be performed twice through each week. Additionally I have a minimum of 225 minutes of cardio per week requirement; that comes to 45 minutes of cardio, five days a week. This particular weight lifting routine should take approximately 45-minutes, including 60-second rests between each set and 90-second rests between exercises.

A Day

Exercise

Sets

Reps.

Incline DB Bench Press

3

10

Machine Chest Press

3

6

Cross-Cable Lateral Raises

3

10

Machine Shoulder Press

3

6

Behind the Head Tricep Extensions w/Rope

3

10

Tricep Pressdown Machine

3

6

6s (AKA Double Crunch)

3

30

Reverse Crunch

3

30

Crunches

3

30

 

B Day

Exercise

Sets

Reps.

Shoulder-Width Grip Lat Pulldowns

3

10

Machine Rows

3

6

Standing Low Pulley Bicep Curls

3

10

BB Static Lunges

3

10

BB Alternating Dynamic Lunges

3

10

Jumping Alternating Lunges

3

8

Roman Bench Hyperextensions

3-4

Max

 

Sets with a low rep count (6) are meant to be done at a high level of resistance—as high as you can go while still maintaining proper form. If you’re planning on giving this routine a go but are unsure of any particular move, feel free to leave questions in the comments section.

Do you go to the gym with a game plan or wing it once you’re there?

Breakfast

Trader Joe’s reduced carb whole wheat tortillas (I’m not doing a low carb thing, but I really like the consistency of these wraps, they maintain their elasticity well)
Scrambled Egg Beaters w/ ¼ avocado
Plum (I didn’t eat the kiwi, it was a wee bit too mushy)

Lunch


Trader Joe’s Egg White Salad (Can you guess where we do the bulk of our grocery shopping?) on multi-grain toast
Spicy seaweed snacks

Dinner


The Fella brought home dinner tonight. Leftovers from his favorite vegan restaurant.
We shared that plate–way too much fried food for one person. Who said vegan was healthy?!

Exercise: AM: 45-minute spin class, PM: A-Day Chest/Tricep/Shoulder/Abs

Kim

Out with the Old and In with the New

The first thing I did when I woke up at 4:30am yesterday was curse the fact that I am unequivocally a morning person. When the sun comes up (and sometimes before it dares to), I get up. No alarm clock necessary. The second thing I did was put on my heart rate monitor as I prepared for a busy day of moving!

What?

Obsessive?

Okay, maybe a little. But let me tell you, lugging all your stuff up three flights of stairs is quite the workout ;)

I started the day off with a whole wheat everything bagel with light cream cheese and coffee.
Bagel shops are the only places in walking distance that were open at 5am. Also, that bottle of Sprite Zero was filled with water. I’ve been using it for days, ever since I packed the glasses. Ah, moving!

After I finished carbing up, I finished packing up the stragglers that needed packing and waited patiently for my friends to arrive. Since the sun was barely up, I had quite a bit of waiting to do.

And that’s why Pinterest was created. Pretty, pretty time waster.

Around 9am The Fella and I met up with our friends Chris and Francesca, who were kind enough to volunteer their manual laboring services, and get ourselves a U-Haul.

I was amazed at how easy the move was. I was really afraid I’d have too much stuff and everyone would hate me for asking them to help lug it around (I even hired someone to help with the heavy loading—which The Fella will never stop making me fun of for, because I paid him for 2-hours and we were done unpacking and lugging upstairs in a half hour.

I said good-bye to my home of nine years, and hello to co-habiting

(The blurry lass in the photo is Francesca. She’s now considering a career as a freelance mover)

I’ll be spending the rest of today unpacking this mound of boxes, so The Fella and I can get down to getting cozy in our new home.

So what were those heart rate monitor results?

By the end of the day of moving I’d burned almost 3000 calories. But that burn consisted of normal daily activities too. Based on the calorie count during prime moving hours, the burn was about 1100. Not a bad form of exercise, but I think I’ll stick with spin class in the future.

Lunch

After all was said and done I treated everyone to lunch. Well, except for the guy I hired to help–that would have been awkward.

I started with a salad with lettuce, tomato, carrot, cucumber, roasted peppers, goat cheese, artichoke hearts, heart of palm, chick peas and beets

Egg white omelet with spinach, mushrooms, and onion
Fruit Salad

And because no moving day ever goes off without a hitch, around 8pm our lights went out. No electricity. Our super is on vacation so we’re still trying to figure out what to do about that, but we used it as an excuse to go out for dinner at one of our favorite Indian restaurants.

Dinner


This particular restaurant focuses on the Ayurveda principle. There are no menus, they just bring you what they cooked that day. The restaurant is vegetarian and they use very little oil in their cooking, so the food is generally low in fat.

 

I woke up this morning (at 5:45am, because, you know, I slept in) a Manhattanite!

Kim

One down, Fifty to go

Just to be completely honest with ya’ll, expect very little in the form of exercise in the next three weeks.  I plan to have my behind firmly planted in a chair for the brief but foreseeable future.  Writing this book is by far the hardest thing I have ever done, both emotionally and professionally.

I did allow myself one last night off, because The Fella  and I celebrated our one year anniversary last night.

So here’s a little background on our little love story.  The Fella and I met on an online dating site.  My profile said something along the lines of:

They say you’ll know what a woman will look like in 30 years by looking at her mother, unfortunately for you I look like my father which means in 30 years I’ll bear a striking resemblance to Santa Claus.

I got an email from a ridiculously attractive Israeli man informing me that “The original Santa Claus was Turkish.”

I told him I was too pasty white for the Mediterranean look so I planned to stick with the red crushed velvet pantsuit in my later years.

Email flirting was born.

After about a week of Internet bonding he asked if we could meet in person and I immediately freaked out.  I sent his picture to a bajillion of my friends with the question, “Is this guy too hot for me?”

To which I received many a lecture about what an ginormous idiot I was being and to never kick a supermodel in the mouth.

So I went on the date.

I swear when Roy saw me he looked disappointed.  He insists that this was not a look of disappointment, but one of confusion because my hair was lighter than in my online pictures.

Upon seeing his disapproving face I immediately told myself that this wasn’t going to work…at all, and to feel free to be my normal, sarcastic  self as opposed to the sweet tempered first-date Kim I had planned.

We had lunch, then we walked in the park, then we got ice cream, then we walked in the park again, then we went to a book store, then we walked in the park again, then we sat in a cafe for a while drinking water, and then six hours later, he had to leave for work.

Turns out he liked normal sarcastic Kim.

He tells everyone who will listen that he had one date with me and never wanted to date anyone else.  I think that’s sweet, but probably not true.  Still, it’s sweet.

Within a month, we’d had 9000 additional dates and he’d asked me to officially be his girlfriend by presenting me with a toothbrush to keep at his place.

One year later, we’re more disgustingly cuddly than ever, and if I could go back and tell the me that was completely disillusioned with dating to just hang in there and not settle on the first guy that seemed like he was nice enough (which is what I was starting to tell myself), I would.

Breakfast

Egg white omelet with spinach, onion, and mushrooms
Whole wheat English muffin with peach preserves

Lunch

Vegetable soup with a side of Trader Joe’s edamame nuggets

Romantic Dinner for Two

Since we’re spending the majority of our savings on our move, we decided to keep things low key for our anniversary.  There’s an Italian restaurant in his (soon to be my) neighborhood that we’ve been trying to get into for months, but whenever we go there’s a line waiting that circles around Manhattan, part of The Bronx, and the majority of Connecticut.

The stars must have been aligned in our favor because we got in without a wait.

I started with wine

 We shared a pizza appetizer

and two pasta entrees

Afterward we went home for a night of mad, passionate carb coma. We totally fell asleep with our clothes still on.  So romantic.

Kim

Dare to be Un-Pretty: What working out REALLY looks like

I’m about to go where no woman has gone before.

I’m putting a whole bunch of unflattering pictures of myself in spandex on the Internet.

Crazy, I know, but I’m doing it for a good reason.  Someone, and it may as well be me, has to look un-gorgeous when they exercise.  I read just about every fitness magazine, and I have a whole Pinterest board dedicated to inspiring fitness pictures.  In every single one of these pictures nary a droplet of sweat has broken through the skin.  Hair is still perfectly coifed, and no one, NO ONE ever makes silly grunty faces.  There are no rolls of fat, or weird bra line chub that gets pushed up from tight sports bras.

And don’t even get me started on exercise videos.  How do they not sweat?  No one ever sweats in exercise videos– I know, I’m watching them exercise.

I’m here to say it’s okay to look like a growly sweaty monster when you work out.  Hell, I think the worse you look while working out, the better you look when you’re not.

I had my trainer (otherwise known as The Fella) snap photos of me today as I made my way through my current routine.  Here’s what it looks like:

Weighted Alternating Lunges

FYI: My foot is a little too far in, my ankle should be under my knee.
These pictures come in handy for me, too.

High Bench Step Up

 

 Push-Ups

Dumbbell Bench Press

May I Please Be Excused to Go Die Now?

Pull-Ups

Machine Rows

Straight Rows


Tricep Press Downs/Extensions

Bicep Curls

Double Crunch

Roman Bench

Finale


I burned more calories in my strength training workout than I did while doing cardio earlier in the day.  I don’t think I could have had that kind of burn if I was worried about what I looked like.

Go ahead and get sweaty.  Get grunty.  Do that weird contraction deep breathing face thing.  It’s all in a day’s workout.

If you’re proud to look like you’re working out, feel free to send me pictures of your sweaty fit self, I’d love to post them and a bit about your favorite workout.  You can email me at kim@thekimchallenge.com.

Oh, right, I ate a whole bunch of stuff too…

Breakfast

Weetabix with banana and almond milk
Scrambled egg whites

Lunch

 Salad with lettuce, tomato, cucumber, carrot, hard boiled egg, and avocado
Dressed with olive oil and apple cider vinegar

Post Workout Snacks

AM Cardio:  Smoothie with almond milk, frozen strawberries and vanilla protein powder

PM Weight Lifting: Cliff Builder’s Bar

Dinner

Vegetable soup, salad and multi-grain bread

 

Kim

My first Crossfit Class

I’m going to start this blog off by saying that what works for me may not necessarily work for other people, and vice versa.

Okay, so let’s get down to business. I’ve been curious about Crossfit for forever. Everyone I’ve talked to said it’s kind of like a fitness cult. If there would be any cult that I would join, it would probably be a fitness one. So, when a Groupon for a one month membership to Crossfit showed up in my inbox I jumped on that sucker like kids in a bouncy house.

I knew within the first five minutes that it was not my bag, mainly because the class instructor kept insisting that I could do something that I couldn’t. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this, but I have seriously jacked-up hips, I’m not sure if they came from my years of dancing or if they were just exacerbated by them, but my hips are kind of aligned wrong which really only bothers me when asked to do certain types of squats—my hips literally just don’t function like other people’s’ in this particular motion. We spent five minutes in one of those types of squats, and when I told the instructor my reason for not being able to do the squat correctly he said something along the lines of, “You have to do it.” I’m sure it sounded like an excuse to him, but I’m of the school of “People know their bodies a lot better than you do.” If years of physical therapy couldn’t get me to do it, I doubt an hour of lifting can. Needless to say I started off the class hating this guy.

Next came clean and press with barbells, which was fine by me, because I happen to have decent upper body strength. I was, however, partnered with someone who had to weigh forty pounds less than I do, was a head shorter, and of a much slighter build naturally.  I’m not saying I’m a huge muscle man here, but I would guess that in a normal gym type setting we would probably not be lifting the same weight.   There was no accounting for personal strength, build or fitness aptitude, women pressed one amount, men another.

After that we loaded up a barbell and carried it, one hand per person down the block and back—now this is the exercise that bugged me more than all the others, because it pretty much screamed out for bad form, rows of people leaning to one side and putting all the pressure of the barbell on their lower back and hip joint, not to mention disproportionate strain in the forearm muscles.

After that came push ups, sit ups, and pull-ups—standard fare. I will say that I saw a lot of people using momentum in their pull-ups, swinging their body to create the kind of force that naturally drives the body upwards. That’s less of a pull-up and more of a swing-up.

Is the class hard, there’s no doubt and I absolutely see why people get into it.

Is it for me, not so much. I really wanted to go to class and be a total convert, but mostly I just felt like I was in bad form boot camp. Of course, it’s very possible that other Crossfit classes and centers aren’t like this, but first impressions count and my first impression wasn’t all that great.

I have a month of classes left and now I’m wondering whether to let them go to waste or give this class another shot.

Have you tried Crossfit? What was your experience?

Kim

I am so excited about hiking, split sets, and finding out about my fat!

Things that are awesome:

I just finished reading Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed.

My editor suggested I read it. I’m trying not to think of it as a “Hey, you kind of suck at this whole writing thing–try writing a book like this” and more like “Writing a memoir is a beautiful, emotionally exhausting journey…see.”

However it was intended, the suggestion was appreciated because it’s a really beautiful book, about dealing with your sh_t and accepting yourself past and all, losing yourself, testing yourself, and being super duper bad ass while being simultaneously really klutzy.

 

New workout.  I prefer routines that are machine light and free weight heavy–which this one is.  Sometimes I do an A, B, C day rotation or an A and B day rotation. This is go around I’m doing a single full-body rotation 3-days a week. The plus signs (+) indicate that these are drop sets.  Start off with the heaviest weight you can handle while still using correct form and then switch to slightly lighter weights for the second half of the set.  Feel free to drop me a line with any questions about particular exercises if you’re interested in using this program.
I’m excited to have an ass kicking program because…

 

I’m getting Bod Pod’ed! The Fella pulled a few strings and  arranged for us to get our body mass compositions tested while we’re in Israel in September. Obviously, if I’m going to get my percentages of fat, muscle, and bone mass measured I want to be in super-de-duper the best shape ever.

You know, so it’s a totally accurate reading of what I’m always like.

I’m not sure I can accurately convey how excited I am about this.  The Bod Pod is one of the most accurate forms of body composition testing there currently is and it usually comes at a steep price tag.  I’ve always wanted to do it, but not enough to fork over the big bundles of my hard-earned and rent-paying cash.

Bring on the lunges!

 

Breakfast


Scrambled egg whites
Weetabix with strawberries and almond milk

Post workout


Smoothie: Almond milk, chocolate protein powder and frozen berries

Lunch


Unbearably spicy vegetarian chili over brown rice
Note to self: when the chili powder says “XXX-Hot” it does not mean sexy

I packaged up the leftovers to bring to Roy’s.
Homemade frozen dinners, anyone?

Dinner


Egg white omelet with broccoli and lite Swiss cheese

Exercise: 45-min spin class, 15-am class

Kim

June Resolutions


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Oh. My. God. It’s June.

Excuse me while I hyperventilate into this paper bag.

[heeeeeee, hooooooo, heeeeee, hooooo, heeeeee, hooooooo]

Okay, that’s better.

This June I am resolving to work really, really, really hard, and be kind, and maybe do my best about not eating junk food and getting to the gym regularly. But mostly, I’m just going to focus on working really, really, really hard.

I have two months to finish the first draft of my manuscript, a task that has been much harder than I originally anticipated.

Uh, next time I decide I want to write a book, someone remind me to not write one about myself!

I do apologize that my blog has become somewhat sporadic in posting lately and mostly consists of me having a nervous breakdown, but that’ll be over soon enough, and I can go on about my daily business figuring out how to be healthy and happy and not a maniac.

So, here are my resolutions for June:

  • Write at least 1500 words a day. My manuscript is about half done, which sounds cool, except for the fact that I only have two months to spew out the other half. I spent a good portion of the past four months writing and re-writing the same sections. I totally spiraled down a rabbit hole of rewriting and now I have get out and get finished.
  • Keep getting up at 6am. Operation morning exercise has been going well, and it has definitely added a feeling of accomplishment to my days. I may not be able to go as hardcore at the gym as I like, but if I can get there four days a week I’ll be happy.
  • Balanced eating. I’m not putting any crazy restrictions on my diet. Gluten, sugar, dairy, meat, etc will come and go, but right now all I care about is fueling my body and mind efficiently, without over fueling so I feel all bloated and gross while sitting at my computer ALL DAY.
  • FINALLY PAY OFF MY CREDIT CARDS! Contract signed and my signing bonus is on its way, which means after months and months of serious budgeting and lamenting about my credit card balance I can pay off my debt and live within my means again. Yay means. Count that New Year’s Resolution accomplished.
  • Blog more. The reason I haven’t been blogging much lately is twofold: for starters I’m insanely boring. There is literally nothing going on in my life that is not staring endlessly at my computer. Secondly, I keep running out of words by the end of the day. I’m going to try, really try, to not spew boring things out into the Internet, but to blog more nonetheless.

That’s about all I can handle. What are you resolving for June?

Kim