Friday, March 30, 2012

One More Day

Of no running. My ankle needs to be in tip top shape.
I did, however, do thirty minutes of yoga and strength training in my dorm.
I think we are the only dorm on campus who have an exercise ball, jump rope, and an exercise trampoline. It's awesome. There are two exercise science majors in our suite, me being one of them, so it seems fitting, no? But I did this simple yoga flow workout from Teen Vogue's website. I was not expecting it to be as sweat-inducing as it was, but phew. It felt good. 
After doing a set on each side, I moved on to do 100 jumping jacks on the trampoline followed by squats, ballet lunges, tricep dips, push ups with my feet on the exercise ball, donkey kicks, frog crunches, crunches on the exercise ball, plank, and side planks. Then another set of everything. I was just drenched in sweat by the time I was done. 
Good thing too, because I don't know how much exercise I'll get this weekend with my dad visiting me! 
So beyond exciterated he's here!

Thursday, March 29, 2012


You know those people. Those people who make fitness junkies seem unhealthy. Those people who turn something healthy into an unhealthy obsession. 
But what about those who become addicted to the runner's high? To the feel of sore muscles? Is that too unhealthy?
Because of my ankle, I have decided to take a day or two off of running. However, I just caught myself looking up easy yoga workouts to do at home. I don't want to take even one day off from working out. Is that healthy?
I think...yes.
I am not addicted because I want to be the thinnest I can, I am addicted because I love the feeling of improving myself. My body has grown to crave that feeling of working itself. I never thought I would be one of those people who craved a workout, but, low and behold, here I am. 
This time trying to get into shape is different. This time, I don't want to fail. I don't want to start over. I want to keep pushing myself until I succeed. That's never happened before. Before, I used to go to the gym and dread it. Then I would not care about going again. This has become a great habit. I love the sweat rings that form on my shirt collars, the sweat pouring down my face, the way my legs feel like jelly after a run, the stretch I feel after yoga. Even eating junk food isn't as appealing. I just want to provide my body with what it craves: fruit and vegetables, protein and whole grains. Oh man, it's such a great feeling.
I'm addicted to fitness and I don't want to go to rehab.  

Oh me...

Played football last night, twisted my ankle.
This could only happen to me while I was talking about fitness funnies yesterday.
Oh the irony...
So I guess its rest for a few days whilst it heals.
But thats ok, because my dad, his girlfriend, and her daughter are coming to visit me today! 
So yay! 
and hopefully it will be all better by the time they leave. 
Shmeh injuries.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Fitness Funnies

Everyone's got 'em. 
I just get 'em a lot more than the run of the mill gym goer. 
Take February 7th for example:
I passed on while on a treadmill. Smacked my face and got slightly concussed.
This is what my chin looked like for a good two weeks.
It was great. 
But now that it's over and I'm not dead, I find it humorous. I mean, who else? This could happen to no one else. And I avoided the gym like the plague until that bruise was gone. 
Because no one will know that it's me without a bruise.
Then, today, I was running and managed to accidentally hit the stop button on the treadmill and go from 5.7 miles per hour to zero. I felt like a dumb dumb. But then laughed and kept running.
As well, I have tripped on the treadmill, almost fallen off an elliptical machine, and hit my head on a workout machine here and there. 
So basically, long story short, my gym adventures are a comedy of errors.
Shakespeare couldn't even write these shenanigans.
But hey, laughter extends life span, right?
I'm going to live forever.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012


Is so busy. And it's only one thirty!
I went to class at ten. Stayed until 12. go Molly. staying through class and all. cuz yous a classy chick. 
Then I came back to my room, started my laundry, made some oatmeal, ate some oatmeal duh, wrote a 500 word paper,  talked to my dad, and online shopped.
I'm such a productive person when I want to be, which is never
Next on the list, finish my laundry, go for a run, and then pass out from exhaustion.
I'm great. 
I start my job at Sports Authority next week. And I get a 25% discount. First thing I'm getting?
These sexy babes:
   get em here.
Beyond excited.

Monday, March 26, 2012


Successful break day on Friday.
Saturday, I didn't go to the gym exactly, but I did go play football with the guys. And I'm more sore from doing that on Saturday and yesterday than any workout I've done in a while.
As well, I did a home workout today.
Lots of crunches, lunges, squats, and push ups. And some lovely yoga.
There was a bit of overeating on Friday night, but I did something I've never done before. I accepted that I overate and I moved on. I didn't beat myself up over it and hate myself. But instead, I just said "oh well. You totes got the willpower to move on." 
And I did.
As well, I just ran two whole miles straight without stopping.
I hate to brag, but I'm ridiculously proud of myself.
my sweat ring brings all the boys to the yard... ;)

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Ima Do Me.

The more I feel comfortable enough to discuss fitness and nutrition with people, the more I get discouraged. I am constantly hit with "Why? You're so skinny!" Well that's fine and dandy that you feel that way. Though in no way do I think I'm fat, I am not where I would like to be. 
I would really enjoy not being deceptively weak. I would really enjoy not having to worry "is my shirt loose enough to hide my huge hips?" I would really enjoy having people say "Whoa."
Now with that being said, it may seem like I am doing this whole "get my big caboose in shape" nonsense for everyone else. 
I am, without a doubt, embarking on this journey for only one person, me.
I want to look at myself and say "I did it." I want to look at myself and realize I never gave up. Realize that I finally accomplished a goal. 
No one should ever change the way they look for anyone else. It isn't worth it because you can never please everyone. The only way to go about this horrid journey is to want to do it for yourself. Now, the help and support of loved ones is important, but unnecessary. 
The drive, the motivation, the strength for this comes from within.
So Ima do this. And Ima do this for me.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Day Off

I'm giving myself one. I feel like after 10,000 four days of running over a mile each, I kinda, just kinda, deserve it. I've taken days off before, but I'm determined to make this one different. For my many years of yo-yo dieting and exercise, I have taken many a "break days" which turn into months of laziness. All it takes for me is one day to completely derail my efforts. 
"Day Off" has always meant "eat whatever you want and be lazy" to me. And once I do that for one day, I want to do it everyday. And before you know it, there went my drive, my motivation, and my willpower. But this time is different. I'm rewarding myself for hard work. I am still going to treat my body with respect aka not shoveling handful after handful of chocolate and grease into my mouth and just take a breather. 
Then it's right back to hitting the pavement tomorrow. 
But my break entails:
multiple thousands of cups of tea
peanut butter oatmeal
lots of House
and lots of Tumblr.
Happy Break Day to all. 
if it is yours, of course.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


Should we do a post on yummy foods?
I say yes.
First off, because it's easiest because I make it, is breakfast.
Most important meal of the dayyy.
However, I don't eat my breakfast until either 11:10 or 12, depending on when I get out of class.
But my breakfast is yummy, so it's all good.
First, we have Chobani Champions Greek Yogurt.
Because anything made for kids is automatically 10,000 times better.
om nom nom.
Next, we have plain oatmeal. sounds great, no?
Kinda bleh. But not when you add...
    Peanut butter honey time, peanut butter honey time!
And my last trusty breakfast food is the least healthy, but damn it's good.
Krave cereal, which is little captain crunch like pieces filled with chocolate awesomeness, and some almond milk. 
Still working on that whole "eat healthy while still eating school food because I'm a broke and lazy college kid" thing.

Ima Beast

The past three days have been beyond amazing in terms of working out.
I have run every day, for at least one mile straight through.
My legs are dying. My butt is dying.
But me? I feel great.
I'm so beyond proud of myself.
Don't I look smexy post workout? 
And yes, it is beyond ridiculous how red my face gets when I run. This picture tones it down so much. But I look cray cray.
But on a side note, I got a job at Sports Authority! So hopefully there will be a post soon on the awesome new workout gear I'm going to get myself. Including new sneaks. Mine suck currently.
So all in all,
It's been a baller few days.
Yes. I'm bringing baller back. 

Sunday, March 18, 2012

One Step Back

Actually, multiple steps back.
I haven't worked out in about two weeks and I've been eating like a pig.
But no giving up.
Giving up is for lame-os.
Tomorrow, I'm going to lace up my sneakers and head to the gym.
It's never too late to start moving forward again.

Saturday, March 3, 2012


about working out.
Shall we do this in a fun little pros and cons list? That would be totally rad, no?
Cons first. So we can end on a good note. 
-it sucks. hardcore.
-it makes me feel even more out of shape.
-I would much rather be doing nothing.

-afterwards, I feel amazing.
-one step closer to my goal.
-every little bit helps.
-I can eat more.
-it's worth it. for my weight. for my health.
I think it's more than clear as to which side to take. 
Though exercise sucks massively, it's definitely the right thing to do.
I need to remember this. 
but I never do. so whomp whomp. 


Hi there.
My name's Molly.
and this is the love of my life, Pups!
I am a chocoholic with a knack for being lazy.
By January of next year, I want to participate in the Disney Princess Half Marathon.
Which is thirteen point one miles more than I'm running now.
I know, terrible.
But my habits of being a lazy chocoholic have slightly caught up with me as well, causing my body to quietly scream out for some exercise. 
Sooooo why not put a goal in mind?
My goal: be able to run 13.1 miles by next January.
Wish me luck!