Capitol Hill Dreaming
This a compilation of everything ME. From weight loss, to food, inspiration, life, love, and the pursuit of happiness, cute boys, and some good food.
This blog has no theme... people are cluttered, minds are never in order... this is not supposd to be either.
Welcome to my side of the fence... the grass is way greener :)
Oh
And I haven’t been to the gym in since the beginning of July.
Because I just don’t have the energy.
And like I said…
Moving is a bitch.
Also… I kinda like putting separate thoughts in different lines.
Lol
I really need to get back on Tumblr. Start posting more.
But this whole moving my life to DC thing has got me so flustered, and preoccupied, and annoyed, and worried, just a ball of nerves.
Housing is so hard!
But as they say…
Everything works out at the end, and if it hasn’t worked out then it’s not the end.
If only I had the patience to make the sound easy…
Oh Monday, let me count the ways why you are a roller coaster of emotions:
- I just quit my job, it sucked… I’ve only been here a month
- that also means that I am officially moving to DC in August… yay to changes
- where the fuck am I going to live in DC??!?!
- My mom got here this weekend from the DR, so glad to see her face :)
- She got here at 4am so I haven’t slept…
- Vegas on Friday!
- Holy crap, Vegas on Friday… I need to work out
- It’s rainy in NYC
- I just got my period… which I hate
I do not have the emotional energy to deal with all of this today… blah
I’ve been doing High Intensity Interval Training lately, the first time I sucked so bad I could only phase from high intensity to normal one or twice. I’ve worked up to 5 phases. Walking at 4 mph pace for one minute, then sprint for 8.5mph or 8.8 mph for a minute and phase back to walking. At this point I can’t hold the 4mph pace so I walk in a range of 3.5mph – 2.7mph for one minute and then sprint again. 5 phases takes about 12 minutes. And it kills me. By the end I am sweating like I’ve never done so in my life and I literally have to stop with my head between my legs to catch my breath. I love every minute of it. Because at the end I feel like a total badass and could not be prouder for pushing myself when my head kept on saying “you can’t do this anymore, you’re so tired. Just stop, you’ve done enough, it’s better than nothing” Well… one thing is to start; the other is to finish what you started. Do it all or none at all
My Challenge:
For seven days, from June 18th to June 20th I will do a HIIT workout everyday. I’ll start with 5 phases and hopefully work my way to 10 by the end of the week.
I’m going to hate myself so much for this, but I will be so proud on June 20th. I’m putting this up here to hold myself accountable more than anything, can’t pretend I never made this challenge if it’s online and public. HIIT is also supposed to burn a shit load of fat, let’s see. If I like it enough I might even do a second week, right before Vegas J
I start a new job tomorrow. It kinda sucks because I know I’m not going to stay there very long, it’s like I already don’t care enough…
I know that’s just my lazy Sunday night self talking. Tomorrow morn when I wake up and put on a shirt with a pencil skirt I’ll be all business, the. Loathes sometimes do make the woman.
I’ve officially moved from my weight loss phase to my maintenance phase :) 33 lbs from my highest weight and I feel good. Really good. Time to tone up and loose fat and inches, if the number on the scale goes down in that process then that’s ok, but that’s not my goal anymore.
I feel like I’m beginning to obsess over my weight and food. No bueno, I really want to avoid unhealthy tendencies so tomorrow I’m going to put away my scales. All of them (well maybe not the food scale, I really need that one). And focus on eating well, stopping when I’m full, avoiding emotional eating and kicking ass at the gym.
That’s what I need to do. Because if anything, Tumblr has taught me that there is a very fine line between wanting to eat clean and loose weight in a healthy way and becoming utterly obsessed with the number on the scale.
And this ladies and gentlemen, is the beginning of my very own thigh gap. I never even really wanted one, and it comes before the flat tummy I’m working so hard for…
I wanna go work out.
Head to the gym and run and lift.
But I can’t because I got my hair done yesterday and I don’t want to sweat it out and It’s one of my best friend’s birthday tomorrow and I won’t have time to wash it again if I do and since I got a haircut if I just air dry it or do it on my own its going to look like crap.
And now I’m awake.. with nothing to do. I wanna go work out.
Size 4 jeans yesterday and this number on my scale this morning. What a good week! Have only been lifting for a week and I’ve already lost an inch and dropped pounds. Now to gain it back in muscle!
Today, I bought size 4 jeans. And they weren’t tight, I didn’t have a a gross muffin top. They fit. Just as well as my size 10 did 3 months ago. Words cannot describe how proud I am. I’m not done, my tummy does not look how I’d like it to. But I’m on my way. This proves it.
Bikini waxes are fucking painful.
That is all.
I’ve had such a day that I totally forgot to post my daily dose of lifting excitement today, haha. Woke up super early to go to the gym and SQUAT it.was.amazing. I love so much. I don;t think its normal. I did deadlifts yesterday and I wanted to do them again tomorrow byt I need a break.. so I’m going to run instead, and work on my upper body, post on that to follow.
