Goodbye Body Media, Hello Fitbit

 

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My life was forever changed in 2010, that was the year I discovered the BodyMedia band (Here’s my initial review).  You may have seen it on the contestants of Biggest Loser.  It’s an armband that functions as a pedometer, while measuring your heart rate and doing something magical with your sweat (I don’t know what, but it seemed fancy at the time) and calculates your calories burned, level of intensity during exercise, sleep effectiveness, and distance walked each day.

Seriously, since that little bugger walked into my life I have been obsessed with knowing exactly how many calories I burn each day and how many hours I sleep at night.

As it turns out, I’m the world’s least efficient sleeper.

There was only one downside to my magical armband of awesome—it was really, really obvious.I cannot tell you how uncomfortable questions I dodged in the office, at the gym, on line at the grocery store, and just about everywhere else.  It got so annoying that I started wearing it only under the protection of a  bulky sweater—which means no calorie logging in the summer months.

I recently bit the bullet and bought a Fitbit.  The Fitbit is much smaller and hooks on to pockets, bra straps, or belts.  So much easier to hide!  It doesn’t measure anything having to do with my sweat which is kind of disappointing, but a lot easier to clean up.  Basically, the Fitbit tracks intensity of motion and uses some sort of mathematical genius to calculate your calories burned and sleep efficiency.  A feature I really like is that the Fitbit automatically updates to your iPhone or computer and you don’t have to take it off to sync your data.  Also, if you’re trying to lose weight, the site will automatically adjust the number of calories you can eat each day depending on your activity level. Unfortunately, the Fitbit does not tell you how hardcore your workouts are, which is something I really liked on the BodyMedia armband.

While these doohickeys are mostly comparable, there is one more feature that sets them apart: To see and adjust your BodyMedia data you need to pay a subscription fee in addition to your armband.  The Fitbit online dashboard is free.  A savings of $85 a year.

Honestly, I really like both calorie monitors.  Because the BodyMedia touches my skin I somehow imagine that it is more thorough in its data, but the Fitbit is far more convenient for everyday wardrobe choices. If you’re looking to add one of these to your life, you can’t go wrong with either—it just depends on whether or not you’re prepared to assure people that you are not, in fact, a cyborg.

 

Oh, right, and I ate stuff today…

Breakfast

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Whole wheat English muffin with peanut butter
Grapefruit

Lunch

No Lunch!  For shame!  I was really busy. Really, really busy.

Dinner

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I decided to test out Trader Joe’s Corn pasta.
Thoughts: if eaten without sauce you can actually taste the corniness (hehehe, corniness—I’m easily amused). The penne noodles were very delicate; they broke apart easily and stuck together.  But, if you’re aiming to cut back on gluten, or try something new they’re worth a go—they tasted fine topped with sauce.

To top I made a fake ragu using beefless-beef crumbles, zucchini and mushrooms in red sauce.

Kim

Never Ask a Woman if She is Pregnant

According to my super-de-duper nice yet non-confidence-inspiring physical therapist (he was the only guy I could get an appointment with this month—apparently there’s an insane need for physical therapists in NYC) I should be up and running in four weeks.

Gah, I was sort of hoping he’d be like, “You regenerate muscle and bone mass quicker than all other humans!”

But he wasn’t.

So yeah, I’m just gonna go ahead and keep doing what I’m doing which is hobble slowly around town.  He did, however, say that I can start using the spin bike conveniently located in my living room again.  Which is nice, because I’m pretty sure I grew another butt and today someone asked me if I was pregnant.

Let me be clear about something Internet and all people who read said Internet, asking a woman if she is pregnant is never a good thing.  If you have to ask, you run the risk of mortally embarrassing everyone in the immediate vicinity.

I’m a little bloated, and by bloated I mean probably not bloated but I’m going with “bloated” to make myself feel better.  Let’s just say healthy meals have been hard to come by for the last few weeks (Passover coupled with an impromptu visit from some of The Fella’s friends from Israel and all the eating out that entailed) has not left me anywhere near bathing suit ready.

As of right now I don’t plan on wearing a bathing suit ever again until August, when I head to Tel Aviv for some beach reading and visiting with The Fella’s family and friends.  But, I would like to once again fit into my pants, because pants are nice and so is self-esteem.

I believe in loving oneself regardless of weight, but I’m broke and can’t afford a new wardrobe.

So, no running, but I can spin.  And spin I shall.  I think I’ll go do that right now.  If you need me I’ll be sitting in the middle of my apartment peddling my beloved bike to nowhere for the next four months…and taking many, many birth control pills.

 

Breakfast

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Whole wheat English muffin with peanut butter
Strawberry yogurt

Lunch

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Grilled cheese and salad

Dinner

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Veggie burger and salad

Kim

Ellie Fitness Wear Review

 

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Let’s face it, when you hobble into the gym on crutches people are going to stare at you.  So, you may as well look good.

Truth be told, I probably have more spandex pants than anyone over the age of eight should legally be allowed to.  I let myself slide on this, because under normal circumstances I hit the gym for cardio in the morning and strength training in the afternoon.  That’s a lot of gym time to log, and no one wants to sit around in sweaty clothes all day.

Over the years I’ve realized that as cute as Lululemon is, paying $100 bucks for leggings is just ridiculous.  I still have a couple of pairs left from my less cost-conscious days, but my Lulu sprees are over.  I had, up until recently, resigned myself to the fact that trendy gym clothes were a thing of the past.

And then Ellie contacted me and asked if I’d like to try out their new line of fitness wear. Disclaimer, this is my second outfit from Ellie, both of which were given to me for free–having said that, I totally plan on subscribing now!

I chose an open back shirt and bright blue leggings (because I have 9,000 pairs of black leggings).  The Fella really liked the pants because “they look like super hero tights.”

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I took my new workout gear to the gym, because it’s silly to review fitness wear from the couch.

I didn’t do traditional cardio (I’m limited to the arm bike and rope pull for now, but the last pair I got from them went running with me and stayed up the whole time without me having to pull them up—this is my test for non-annoying spandex) so I can only review from a strength training perspective.

 

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I felt comfortable, no overheating, and I didn’t feel the need to constantly tug my pants up.  That’s a win!

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I really liked the embossed design on the pants.  Because, let’s face it, black pants are flattering but kind of boring  (they have black pants too, you don’t have to go all super hero if you don’t want to).

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I really liked the open-back tee, I felt like I could bend over without my tatas hanging out (sports bras create a lot of cleavage, but the gym is not necessarily the place I like to show the girls off), and still show a little skin and be a bit trendy.

I decided to choose an outfit outside my comfort zone this month, but here are some of the outfits I didn’t choose…

 

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Overall, I’m excited about Ellie.  The clothing is American made (I note this because I really try to support companies that create jobs in the US), and relatively affordable and trendy—take that LuLu!

I don’t know about you, but I tend to work harder at the gym when I feel good there.  When I look like I just rolled out of bed I tend to act like I just rolled out of bed.  But, that’s just me.  So, for someone who spends a lot of time at the gym and likes to look half-way decent—this is a nice addition to life.

By far the most affordable way to order from Ellie is via the subscription plan.  It’s kind of like stitchfix (of which I’m also a recent convert) for workout clothes, you take an online quiz and a styles that match your profile are presented, you can pick out two tops, two bottoms, or an entire outfit each month for $49.95—and it’s mailed to you in a pretty padded envelope.  You can also order each piece individually, but that’s more expensive, especially when you can cancel your subscription any time.

Ellie is giving TKC readers 20% off their first order.  Here’s the link to check out their new collection:

Ellie offers women a chic new line in women’s fitness apparel. Save 20% Now.

The March collection is called The Little Black collection, so I’m excited about getting some new chic gear—I’ll let you know how that turns out.

 

What’s your favorite brand of fitness wear?

Kim

Yoga, hold the Profundity

There are people in this world who look amazing contorting their bodies while donning skin-tight leggings and tank tops, and for whom remembering to breathe in through ones nose while stretching is not an epic feat worthy of the highest accolades. I’m not one of those people. I don’t aspire to be. I show up to yoga class well aware that I am not bendy. I am not graceful. Bow pose is akin to waterboarding on my list of things I love doing. But, in the end, I show up, tuck myself into the most corneriest of corners, and fight with my muscles to get them to unfurl themselves.

I’ve found that yoga has become more important than ever to my fitness regime since starting my half-marathon training. There’s something about the combination of cold and running that tightens my body up in a way that only a yoga class, as spastic and pained as I look doing it, can help me loosen to functional levels again.

There was a time when I went to a regular Monday night yoga class at a super-duper pricy yoga studio. In those days I clad myself in head-to-toe Lululemon, listened for nuggets of meaning in the stories my instructor would tell about the meaning of each pose, and practiced the lengthy chant recited at the beginning and end of class while I was at home so I looked like I had been a yogi for years when new people popped into class. These days I’m going to yoga classes at my gym, because $20 a class is a wee bit inexcusable for my budget. I’m still wearing my Lululemon pants, but they’re pilled from years of washing (I can’t believe I thought it was a good idea to spend $90 on spandex!). The yoga studio at my gym is separated from the baby-sitting area by a thin glass wall, and a shabby curtain. In a strange way, this makeshift style yoga kind of fits where my life is right now. I now see yoga as a functional practice to keep me on track in other endeavors. I’ve stopped trying to impress anyone, or pretend I’m anyone I’m not. I’m not bendy. I’m not graceful. And, oh lord do I hate bow pose…but it really does stretch out my quads after my long run days. Plus, I kinda think it’s funny hearing kids screaming during Savasana.

Breakfast


Whole wheat English muffin with tofu cream cheese and strawberry preserves
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Lunch

The Fella and I met up with my cousins who were in town to see a show. We ate at Junior’s Cheesecake, where everything is super-sized.

When Roy and I ordered the potato pancakes we thought they would be normal sized potato pancakes—you know, like the size of a palm. These guys were the size of the plate. Not that I’m complaining. I do love me some carbs.


Followed by a salad chaser

Dinner


Trader Joe’s has a pretty tasty tofurky in a box with stuffing and mushroom gravy.

Exercise: Obviously tonight was a yoga night.


Kim

Guest Post: How to Choose a Good Personal Trainer

A Few Tips to Help You Find That Special Someone….

By Roy the “Fitness Fella”Photo Credit: http://firthfitness.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Personal-Training.jpg

Hello again, friends, fans and followers of Kim. It’s been a year now since I last blogged on The Kim Challenge, and the lady asked that I contribute again. To those who are new to the blog, just stopping by, or don’t remember me, I’m Roy, her “fella.”

My previous blog post was “Instead of a New Year’s Resolution—a New RESOLVE,” in which I explained the basic principles for efficient and sustainable weight loss, muscle addition, or body fat reduction. My professional background in health and fitness is detailed there, so I won’t bore you with it here. But I do encourage you to read (or re-read) it and leave comments, questions, or catcalls, if you have any.

For those of us who’ve been following Kim’s blog (or living with her, which is way cooler) the past few weeks have been a Rocky-like montage of light meals, protein shakes, gym workouts, runs, spin classes, and more runs (Kim has signed up for a half marathon through Team In Training, raising money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. Please sponsor her by donating whatever you can here). As part of her serious commitment to get back in shape Kim wanted my opinion on hiring a personal trainer a couple of times a week. She thought my answer was worth sharing with you, her loyal readers, which (finally) brings us to the actual topic of my post; how to choose a good personal trainer.

WHY have a personal trainer?

Not everyone needs a personal fitness trainer, of course. It’s a safe bet that spending an exorbitant amount of money on someone to show you how to use the machines at your gym is mighty low on your disposable income list. But allow me to make the case for hiring a personal trainer nonetheless: first of all, if you’re not exercising with some regularity—at home, at the gym, in a class, at the beach, whatever and wherever—it’s a good time to start. Simple truth is that you can’t be healthy and look good without it. And if you do exercise regularly, chances are that you’re spending a decent amount of time and money on it already. A gym membership is a nice chunk of change, and investing a few hours a week working out comes at the expense of a million other things you could be doing. But here is exactly where a personal trainer comes in.

Firstly, with a standing appointment that costs you money you’ll actually show up. You’ll actually go to the gym, instead of just having a membership. You’ll actually use the equipment you have laying around the house.

Secondly, when you do show up you’ll have someone to make you work hard. None of the discounts you give yourself when you just don’t feel like it, no lip service going-through-the-motions workouts. A trainer will work you harder than you would (or could) work yourself.

But making sure you show up and work hard you can do with a training partner, or possibly a lot of discipline, neither of which cost you money. The best reason to hire a personal trainer is that they’ll not only work you harder, but also smarter. They’ll make sure you do the right exercises for your goals and limitations and that you perform each exercise properly. So your workouts will be more efficient and less hazardous—getting you better, quicker and safer results. It’s a lot more bang for relatively little more buck.

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Mr. Personality over Mr. Universe

The thing to bear in mind when choosing a personal trainer is that your relationship with your trainer is no different than any other type of relationship; its success has mostly to do with subjective factors, not the least of which is chemistry, a compatibility of personalities. This is not someone who services your car; they service your body. And, as often as not, your mind, too. Half to two-thirds of your workout pass in rest, so not having anything to talk about makes for awkward sessions. And working out is about letting loose and pushing hard, not adding more pent-up stress to your day. You’re not hiring a new best friend, but if you’re not hitting it off with your trainer, as nice and professional as they may be, they may not be the right trainer for you.

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Intellect

You’d be surprised, but even at the gym that’s important. Intelligent people tend to do things intelligently, whereas unintelligent people tend to do things, well…. If your prospective trainer seems to have a harder time constructing a sentence than squatting 500 lbs., that’s a red flag. Granted, you’re not necessarily looking for an exercise Einstein, but a fully evolved primate is a pretty good benchmark to start with.

 

Education

A trainer’s educational background is, in my opinion, the most important objective parameter to go by. You’ll find plenty of trainers who’ll boast about how long they’ve been training or how many people they’ve trained over the years, but experience without schooling is blind. Not that it’s not important, but things like physiology, anatomy, biomechanics or nutrition aren’t some esoteric, mystic disciplines; they’re sciences, researched by countless experts in innumerable studies and tests and distilled into knowledge taught at schools. A trainer who’s “schooled by experience” just isn’t enough. Think of it this way; a personal trainer is responsible for your health, not unlike a doctor (In truth, a bad trainer can cause damage that the best doctor can’t fix, and a good trainer can prevent damage that the best doctor couldn’t fix). Would you allow a doctor who never went to med school to treat you? Why not? But what if they had lots of experience? Same goes for your trainer.

A trainer can be an autodidact, of course, and no less knowledgeable than a schooled trainer, but a diploma or certification from an accredited institution is an objective yardstick. Sadly, there’s no law in any of the 50 states that governs fitness qualification, so the whole field is a bit laissez-fair. If not a degree, look for certification from a prominent institution and, ideally, in more than one field.

 

Experience

Now that I’ve made a big to-do out of a trainer’s education, I’d like to give proper credence to the importance of training experience. All the education in the world, without practice, is just theory. Would you want an inexperienced doctor, fresh out of med school, to operate on you? What if they graduated first in their class? The same rationale extends to your trainer—you want someone who knows what they’re doing but has also done it successfully many times before. Don’t be shy about asking for references; a good trainer will have plenty of gratitude letters and before & after pics of their clients.

What also helps is your trainer’s personal experience as a practitioner of what they preach. A background in competitive sports or military service is a big plus. And while they don’t necessarily have to look like Greek statuary, being in good shape certainly helps.

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The best trainer

Looking for the best personal trainer is like looking for a unicorn or an NYC taxi driver willing to drive to Brooklyn; they don’t exist. Don’t get me wrong—it’s important that you distinguish between a bad trainer and a good trainer. It’s just that there’s no point comparing two good trainers. Like any other profession—including yours, I’d wager—professionalism goes along a bell curve; in the middle are the 80% who are average at what they do. On one end of the curve are the 10% who are dilettantes and on the opposite end are the 10% who are brilliant (that would be you, naturally). Personal trainers are no different. If they’re bad or mediocre they’re all pretty much the same, but if they’re good they each bring something else to the table. Each qualified, competent trainer usually has a field of specialty or two, and their own style and method of training. You’d be hard-pressed to find a trainer who’s good at both rehabilitation, bodybuilding, and dance. Comparing trainers to doctors again—you have your general practitioners, but by definition they don’t specialize in anything. Find a good trainer who’s also a good fit for your goals.

 

I Hope you found this interesting and helpful. Looking forward to your thoughts, and wishing you a happy and healthy New Year!

“The Doctor of the future will give no medicine, but will interest her or his patients in the care of the human frame, in a proper diet, and in the cause and prevention of disease.”

–Thomas Edison

 Roy

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

How Many Perfectionist Analogies Can I Put in One Blog?

Stop me if you’ve heard this one:

There was a little girl,

And she had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good

She was very, very good,

And when she was bad she was horrid.

When I was a little girl I had curly blond hair (those were the days), and my mom would recite this poem to me nightly at bedtime. I thought it was about me, and may have taken a wee bit of offense to being referred to as ‘horrid’ on a daily basis. The older I get, the more sure I am that it is about me.

I’m guessing that I’m not alone in the feeling that life is  about juggling a whole bunch of plates, and the thing about juggling is that you kind of have to do it perfectly or the whole system comes crashing down. If that happens you’ve got a whole mess to clean up…and a new set of plates to get up in the air.

When I am good, I’m very, very good. In those moments that I’m on I somehow magically balance work, hobbies, healthy eating, gym-going, friends, and family with the greatest of ease.

When I’m bad, seriously I’m a total effing disaster! Drop one plate and the others seem destined to burn bridges, eat Chinese food, miss deadlines and have dusty sneakers. Lately I’ve been feeling like try as I may, all my plates are destined to end up in heaping piles of debris.

I’ve always envied people with that “I do what I can do” attitude.

Seriously, where can I get me one of those?

I like to tell myself that I’m not a perfectionist, that it’s okay to do some things well and some things less-than-well—but who am I kidding. They wrote a poem about me (about a hundred+ years before I was born)! My only options are to be very, very good; or very, very bad. There’s not a lot of room there for negotiation.

When it comes to things like diet or exercise, I truly believe that the only viable option for lasting change is by accepting who you are, what you like, and acting within those confines.

Instead of trying to turn myself into someone I’m not (normal), I’m going to just accept that I’m an all-or-nothing personality and do the best I can with that. My all just happens to have far too many plates up in the air right now to be very, very good—therefore it’s time to cut some weight and juggle what I can–perfectly.

As the late, great Abraham Lincoln once said:

You can be a total friggin’ rock star some of the time, but you can’t rock out to big houses all of the time.

That’s not what he said.

For now, I’m working on my priorities, paring them down and letting my natural disposition take its course. I’ll let you know if I stop feeling like I’m sucking at life.

Breakfast


I’m visiting my family this week. Bad lighting, good cereal.
Cheerios with banana, skim milk

Lunch


Smoothie with almond milk, frozen strawberries and banana, vanilla whey protein

Dinner


Salad with homemade blue cheese dressing

Chicken soup

 

Kim

Win a Box O’Fitness


One of my personal resolutions this year, one that I didn’t post in my New Year’s Resolutions post, is to get back to reviewing DVDs regularly.  My life has been all sorts of hectic lately, but I really do have a passion for home fitness.  I think exercise DVDs are the bomb-diggity, and a great option for people who don’t have a gym at their disposal.

Having said that: I have hundreds of DVDs, and I need to weed down my collection a wee bit.  I want to give someone a whole box of exercise swag. Yay for free stuff!!!!

Be forewarned, some of these DVDs I can’t vouch for because I haven’t done them, and some I have done, but probably only a few times.  I’m also throwing in DD Fitness yoga wedges for a less painful practice (if you’re like me and always end up with bruised knees and hip bones after a yoga class), and some resistance bands.

I’ll pick a winner via random number generator next Tuesday (January 10th), so to enter all you have to do is leave a comment telling me what your 2012 fitness goals are.

Kim

Guilt is Good?

I woke up this morning with a sweet food hangover.

I’ve been so diligent lately about what I eat, but I absolutely do not believe in dieting (I hate that word) on holidays.  Having said that, I’ve spent the last couple of nights celebrating Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year.

If you’re not familiar with Jewish holidays, they’re all either feast or fast.  This week I feasted, next week I fast.  I haven’t blogged because I’ve been busy eating with folks that don’t necessarily know about my food blog (AKA: The fellas friends and family).

There’s nothing quite as weird as sitting down to a meal at a strangers home and whipping out your giant camera.  Perhaps not the best way to make friends and influence people.  I think I’ll wait a few months before letting them in on my photography habits.

Trust me when I say I ate A LOT.

So much so that I was still full when I woke up this morning, but I still woke up thinking about chocolate and pizza.  I was wondering if they would be an appropriate breakfast. That’s what I call a food hangover.  You indulge so much that your body is left kind of drunk feeling, way bloated, and craving more.

I decided to compromise with myself and have my favorite milkshake-esque smoothie for breakfast.  It’s almost 500 calories, so it’s definitely on par with a milkshake, but has a wee bit more going for it on the nutrition front.

Anyway, instead of sitting around the house eating cookies, like I wanted to do, I went to the gym for a sesh with my personal trainer.  When he asked how I was doing, I sheepishly replied,

“I ate more in the last few days than I’ve eaten in months.”

He laughed and responded, “Good.  It keeps you feeling guilty.  You need that to make progress.”

I smiled, relieved for a little enabling, but truth be told I don’t like to associate food with guilt…but come on, I’m human, it’s going to happen once and a while.

Then he continued, “You can’t be perfect all the time, you’ll go crazy.”

Have I mentioned how much I like my trainer?  Not only does he make me lift heavy things, far heavier than I think I can lift, but he’s pretty fun to talk to.  Too bad I can’t really afford to keep hanging out with him.

If only I were a rich blogger.  Do they make bloggers in rich flavored?

Mmmmm, flavor.

 

Breakfast

Milk shake smoothie: almond milk, frozen banana, chocolate protein powder, peanut butter, and ground flax seed

Post workout snack

Carrot cake protein muffin (Ohmygoodness, this recipe is sooooo good.  I’ll post it next week!)

Lunch

After the gym I hit up Starbucks for a little lunch and writing time.
Chicken and hummus bistro box
Grande soy cafe misto

Dinner

Egg white omelet with goat cheese, spinach, mushrooms, onions
Whole grain toast
Fruit salad

Kim

Wicking Fail

I probably spend more money on spandex than I do on any other material. To me gym clothes always seem like a worthy investment. You can lounge in them, you can exercise in them, they’re totally multi-functional!

Earlier this week, I saw a sale on “wicking” tops at Gap. I’ve heard good things about their new line of fitness gear and decided to try them out. I was soooooo unimpressed. Not only did my capri leggings (I was told they were similar to Lululemon, they are not) keep riding down while I ran, but the wicking top was completely soaked within 20-minutes.

Can you see the sweat stain that is my shirt? Maybe not. Just trust me, it was like working out in a wet towel. Lesson learned: not all wicking wear is created equal.

Breakfast


Jamba juice oatmeal with banana and brown sugar (actually I asked for it sans sugar, but I guess they didn’t hear me)

Post Workout


I’m not usually into recover drinks, but I had errands to run after the gym and knew a meal was a couple of hours off. Verdict: gross. I prefer real food to this sort of thing. Ick!

Lunch


Whole grain wrap with tofurky and arugula
Hummus, carrots and cucumber

Dinner
Who knows, I’ll be out and about tonight. Hopefully eating yummy things.

Exercise: 35-minute run, 30-minute stairmill, 35-min elliptical

Kim