Friday, May 22, 2015

One day at a time

So I'm not sure exactly when I started this weight loss journey but I want to say that's it been a little over a month. I've lost 3.5 lbs which isn't that great but I've lost 1 1/2 inches off my waist, 1 inch off my chest and 1/2 inch off my hips. I'm happy about that. I can tell my body is changing. I can actually feel muscles in my abs. I might have a 2 pack. Lol! After 4 children, my skin has been stretched out and I finally am seeing some results.
   I'm still posting with #projecttub2tone. This has been keeping me accountable. If I see that my cousin-in-law Carol or sister-in-law Emi are seeing results or posting their progress then it only makes me want to dig deeper and do better. I know there's still a ton of improvement especially with my eating. I've been doing much better portion wise. I still have my moments of weakness where I've enjoyed a little chocolate and some buttery popcorn. I really can't deprive myself all the time. I have been improving my times and increasing weight lifting. 
   I'm using a new app which I have fallen in love with, Nike + Training Club. It's free which makes it even better. I don't think anyone should have to pay money to train themselves. I tried out cross fit at a gym in Kahuku. I really enjoyed it, I mean REALLY enjoyed it. It reminded me of when I was training for my powerlifting competition. It was a really good workout but it's really expensive. So I decided to just stick to my Nike app and do it myself. I can train myself and get in the right mindset. The great part about the app is that you can create your own workout based on what you want to focus on. I've been doing the "Get Strong" and "Get Toned" workouts and I can feel more muscle definition in my arms and legs. Today on the program was a 5 mile steady run. I haven't run 5 miles in maybe 2 years. I ran 4 miles last month but that's as close as I've got. I did it though. Note to self, next time I decide to run 5 miles I need to make sure I run earlier in the day. The heat from the sun was killing me. My feet were getting numb. I was sweating bullets but when I was done, it feel good to run that far.  I did it in 54:23 and my pace was 10:52 a mile. Not the greatest time but I'm just proud of myself for doing it. I might've looked silly doing it since I was getting pretty tired towards the end but so what?! My next goal is to run the bike path 3 times or run 7 miles. 5 miles is 2 times plus a little more. Hopefully I'll be able to do that by the same time next month. I also want to start using 20 lb dumbells with my exercise program. I'm using 10 and 15 lbs now. Any improvement is a step to a healthier me. So I'm taking this one day at a time. I'm making each day count. I know it's been a slow progression but any progression is better than nothing.
I've also been busy with other aspects of my life. I was just called as the 2nd counselor in our Ward Primary Presidency. It's almost been a month now. This is the first time that I'm serving on an auxiliary presidency. I'm still getting used to things but we've been working really well together as a presidency. I oversee the Cub Scouting program and I'm loving it. I can't wait for Kalei to join next month. Yes, he's turning 8 on June 7th. Still can't belive that he's getting baptized. He's going to have so much fun in Cub Scouts. Every time I go, I'm reminded of all the times I attended Scouts with my brothers. My mom was always the Den Leader or another position in Cub Scouting. I also went along because she didn't want me home by myself. My dad has always been with the Boy Scout program. I know that if I have any questions that I can just ask him.
So hopefully I don't put off posting again for another 3 weeks but I'll try my best to post again soon. One day at a time. One step in the right direction and we can all reach our goals. Peace out!

Tuesday, May 5, 2015


Here's the link to my sister-in-law's book trailer for Remake.  Check it out.

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Saturday, April 25, 2015

My personal best

So 2 weeks has gone by and I think the reason why I've put off writing is because I fear that what I'm writing isn't important enough or intriguing to anyone but me.  Then I realized that I'm not writing this for people's approval or compliments.  I'm writing so I can get it out of my system and put my words into action.  If what I write can help someone then that makes me happy and it's an extra bonus.
2lbs in 2 weeks are not good stats but those are my stats as of today.  Not the best but it's something.  I've been working my butt off but I've been sabotaging myself with the weekends.  Last weekend I ate out with friends and had chicken wings and fries.  Then had some dessert the next day.  Self sabotage!  All that hard work so the scale can go down and then back up again.  This week I did much better and it's the weekend again.  Ah!  I ate an early dinner (small bites of dessert included) but I resisted to eat anything afterwards.  Yay me!  I'm proud of myself for not giving into the cravings and hunger pains.  One small step forward.
I decided that a small step forward is better than stumbling backwards.  I tend to trip myself up by my own self doubt and petty excuses.  "I walked the kids to school and back so that's enough exercise."  "It's the weekend so I can cheat a little."  "A couple bites won't make a difference (then a couple bites turns into eating the whole thing)."  "I've worked so hard and I'm not losing enough weight.  Maybe I should give up."  I could go on and on but then this whole post would be a list of my excuses.  After thinking all those things I decided that I needed to tell myself to shut up and work.  I'm pretty mean to myself but it's so true.  I need to banish all those negative thoughts and get to work.  Stop making excuses and stop giving up before I even really tried.  Yeah, I might not have lost the weight that I wanted to but I've been more active and lifting more.  I feel like I have more definition in my arms and legs.  My shorts are fitting a little looser, which reminds me that I need to get a measuring tape and take measurements. 
I've been thinking of my glory days (not that I really had any).  I've been thinking of when I was 20 years old and training.  I trained for only 3 months and entered my first powerlifting competition.  I was the only girl in my weight class and division.  I lifted "raw" which means I lifted without assistance from other equipment or gear.  Just me and my leather belt that my coach made just for me.  I was the shortest person there.  I had doubts and figured I wouldn't place because I had injured my hamstring the week before.  It hurt like crazy but I slapped on some icy hot and did my best.  I gave it my all.  I weighed 130.  I ended up benching 115, my personal best.  I dead lifted 241, another personal best.  I was in agony by the time the squat event started.  I went back to the bathroom and used almost the rest of the tube of icy hot on my leg and said a prayer.  I remember my short prayer.  "Heavenly Father, I've worked so hard.  Please just help me to do my best."  That's pretty much all I could ask for.  He couldn't make me stronger than I already was.  That would've taken more months of training.  He could only help me to use the strength I had that day to perform the best that I could.  
I was terrified.  Squat was my best event and my favorite.  I wanted to lift as much as I could but I didn't want to injure myself more.  I stepped out of the bathroom looking down at myself in my unitard.  Boy, did I look ridiculous but I felt good about myself.  I worked hard, put in my months of training.   I saw all these other athletes with their special equipment and special shoes.  I looked down at my regular shoes that I used for cross training and weightlifting.  Just basic shoes.  Everyone else looked like they had been doing this for a while and I was the newbie. 
My number was called and I stepped up to the bar.  I don't even remember what weight I started at but I think it was 230.  That was my personal best at the gym.  I placed my shoulders exactly where they needed to go and I squatted the weight.  Not that it was easy but it felt easier than I remembered.  Okay so that was done.  I had two more attempts to go.  I increased the weight by 5 lbs.  Boom!  I squatted it.  I surprised myself.  I beat my personal best.  I felt good.  Then my coach started yelling at me to come by him.  He told me to ask the judges what the record was for my weight class and see if I had beat it.  I was thinking that there was no way I broke a record.  I only trained for 3 months and I was totally inexperienced.  Then my jaw dropped when they told me that I had beat the record with my last attempt.  I remember telling my coach and seeing how proud he was of me.  Coach Evan Nakachi was the happiest go lucky coach I know but he was tough.  He told me that because I had beat the record I had an extra attempt to raise the record.  I was excited.  I felt even better than I did when I had started the event.  So I added 5 more pounds.  Boom!  I felt like I exploded up as I lift the bar.  What?!  How did that just happen?  My coach's face was gleaming and he told me to add 5 more if I wanted to.  I pretty much was lifting to beat my own record that I had just set.  He told me that if I didn't have to lift more if I didn't want to.  I just thought to myself, "What the heck?  What have I got to lose?"  I added 5 more pounds.  245.  Almost twice my weight.  I gripped the bar and took my stance.  I lifted it off the racks and that 5 lbs. felt so much heavier.  I squatted down and felt the strength in my legs push me back up.  Boom!  I did it!  I couldn't believe it.  Thank you Heavenly Father.  I knew I couldn't have done any of it without Him.  I worked super hard the past several months so I could feel what I was feeling at that moment.  Success. Accomplishment.  Pride.  I had put my mind and body into something and I succeeded.  I surpassed my own expectations.  I still couldn't believe that I had done it even when they presented me with my 1st place trophy (which was more than half my height).  I was on cloud 9. 
So how is it that I have forgotten that feeling.  Not that I've really forgotten but I've forgotten what drove me to get there.  I've gotten busy over the years.  Serving a mission, getting married in the temple, raising 4 children.  Those are all great accomplishments and have I given my personal best to all of them?  If I could give my personal best to lifting some lousy weights then shouldn't I be giving my personal best to the greatest blessing I could receive in this life, my family?  Sad to say but I haven't.  There's so many things I could've done better and time wasted on unimportant things.  I look back and wish that I was a better wife and better mother.  As I'm sitting here typing this, I'm committing to myself and to my Heavenly Father that I will give my personal best to my family and everything that I do.  I know that is the only way I can accomplish any goal.  Do the best I can do. 
Wow!  This went from my weight loss results to a personal epiphany.  I didn't think I would've written this much.  I'll check back here in a week with better results.  Much love to anyone that's still reading.

Friday, April 10, 2015

Back at it again!

Yikes! It's been way to long since my last post.  It's been about 3 years.  So here I go trying to blog again.  So this week is about improving myself physically.
My cousin-in-law Carol started working out again and I wanted to join her.  We're trying to keep ourselves on track. So if you want to join us just hashtag your post #ProjectTub2Tone. If you want to post your accomplishments or advice, just post it on facebook and we'll see it. No judgments, just encouragement. Cause sometimes it's nice to hear someone say, "Good job!" or "You can do it!"
My goals are to run 2.5-3 miles 4 to 5 times a week and lift weights 4 to 5 times a week. I started running more consistently last week. This week I added the weights again. I would love to lose weight but it's more about getting toned and dropping down a size. I know my problem is my eating. I'm not gonna lie, I love food and I love cooking it.  I just need to start loving healthier food more and loving junk food less. That's the challenge.
I'm hoping to get down to my power lifting weight class by next month. I have a long ways to go but I know if I keep at it, I'll get there.
I want to give a shout out to my sister-in-law Emi for making me realize that I've been putting this off for far too long and that I can choose to be happier by improving myself. Emi, you're the and I hope I can be more like you.  I admit that I've been wasting a lot of time since I've become a stay-at-home again. I need to get off my butt and make better use of my time. Here's just one part of that.
I'm grateful that Kili is cooperative most of the time.  She is patient with me and stays in her stroller while I run.  We run together after I've finished and I love when we high five after we're done.  She lift weights with me and doesn't complain.
I'm also grateful to Kainoa for his support.  He loves me for me even if I'm not as skinny as I used to be.  I want to be healthier for him and for our kiddos.
So that's it for this week. Hopefully I'll have some results by the next post.  Thanks to anyone that's reading. Hope I didn't bore you too much. Until next time...