Progress Update!

As promised earlier this week, here’s another progress update in all its gore and glory!

First of, my stats:

Numbers speak for themselves!

Numbers speak for themselves!

The “Difference” column only reflects the changes since December (just before I started the FMD) and I’m pretty happy with the results! A total loss of 7.25″ of fat all over my body in just a little over 2 months, I’ll take it! If you want the numbers since I first started my Crossfit journey, here they are: a total weight loss of  11.6 lbs and 14.75″ loss overall! I am pretty happy with those!

Now, to see all this progress in pictures:

The day before I started FMD

The day before I started FMD

From Day 1 to 2.5 months into FMD

From Day 1 to 2.5 months into FMD

I am so happy with who I have become in the past 2 years. It hasn’t always been easy or pleasant and I probably could have done better at times, but overall, I’m very happy with my journey so far. I’m in a much better place mentally and physically and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for me. Will I ever be a top Crossfit athlete? Nope. But you can bet your little heart out that it won’t be for lack of giving it my all!

I had to take a picture of where I stand after 15.2.

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That puts me at 60% worldwide. It will probably be my best standing ever and I want to celebrate it! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a P2 breakfast of champion to go wolf down!

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A Special Hoodie

I think pretty much all overweight women do this. We keep certain article(s) of clothing that are too small for us with the hopes that, one day, we’ll lose the weight and fit in them once again. I am guilty of doing that. I have a few pieces (sweaters, tanks, jeans and workout clothes) that I hang onto. One of them is a plum coloured hoodie that has a lot of meaning to me. It is, by far, my favourite hoodie of all times. I love the color (goes well with my complexion and the color of my eyes) and I was wearing it the first time I met my husband. I know, I know, not very classy to go on a date wearing a hoodie, but hear me out…

It was a Sunday in late spring 2007, May 20th to be exact. Ben and I met online and we had been chatting for a bit when we arranged to go on a date. I had just come off night shift that very morning and had planned to nap before meeting him, but life got in the way and I ended up getting groceries, doing laundry and just as I was about ready for a quick nap before heading out to meet him, the phone kept ringing and therefore I ended up going to meet him going on 30hrs without sleep. At that point, I didn’t really care about what I looked like and figured, if he doesn’t like me in my favorite comfy hoodie, he’s not the one for me. We had agreed to meet on the Plateau (in Montreal) and because parking can be a bitch difficult, I parked my car to the closest subway station and took the métro to go meet him. As I waited on the previously agreed street corner for him to show up, I kept thinking: “I’ve never even heard his voice… What if he laughs like a hyena?… If he doesn’t look like his picture, he’s gonna get it from me and I’m going straight home to bed.”

Ben showed up and I was pleasantly surprised. He smelt clean and fresh and was easy on the eyes with his rugged look and his deep brown eyes. I had a rule of not going for a meal when I went on a blind date (too long if the date is horrible), but I was starving and we ended up having pizza on a restaurant patio. We talked for a few hours and I finally excused myself to go home to bed. He walked me back to the métro station, gave me a huge bear hug and asked if we could do this again. I said yes and the rest is history. We’ve been together ever since and I’ve kept the hoodie throughout the years. It fit me until I got pregnant with Rina and I haven’t worn it since, but I kept it in my closet because I really liked it and because it has such memories associated with it.

I had tried it on a few months ago, but it didn’t fit well. It was too snug around my belly and I didn’t feel comfortable wearing it. Today, I was sorting out the girls’ clothes to see what fit them and didn’t fit them anymore and as I was putting away more laundry, my eyes fell upon THE hoodie. I tried it on and, voilà! It fits and I’m comfortable in it. I showed it to Ben and he said: “That’s the hoodie you wore when we first met”. He remembered. My husband can barely remember my birthday, but he remembered the hoodie. I told you it was special!

It took me a long time to get where I am today, and I’m still not done working on myself and getting to the fitness level I’d like to be, but I’m on the right path. I have made long-lasting changes to my exercise habits, my eating habits and my outlook on life and who I want to be. I’m not always perfect, I fall off the wagon every now and then, but the important part is that I don’t beat myself over it and always get back on track. It’s good to be back to a better place both physically and mentally. After all, life isn’t about the destination, but about the journey. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go snuggle up to my husband in my favorite hoodie! 😉

Her Mama’s Girl!

As I’m putting the girls to bed, I asked Rina if she had a good day. “Yes!!!” was her resounding answer. “What was your favorite part of the day honey?”
“Poutine!!!”

We went to Costco and I got her a pouting for lunch. I guess I know the way to her heart!

Bubble Days

Sweet Rina and Béatrice,

Ever had one of those days? You know the ones…

You wake up and it’s a gloomy dark morning outside and yet, you feel like a 100$. You’ve had a decent amount of blissfully uninterrupted sleep (for once) and you feel like no matter what, you can take on the world? Yeah, today is one of those days. Rina had her first hissy fit at 0630, yet I didn’t care. I was gonna let her calm down on her own. I got up, made myself a delicious coffee (first things first!) and made everyone breakfast. I went on to the lovely weekend routine of cleaning up breakfast and then LOUNGING! Well, as much as one can lounge with a toddler and an infant, but at least, I didn’t have to go to Crossfit, clean, do laundry, cook or go run some errands. I could just sit, read blogs, watch the girls play and RELAX for once!

Ben left for his tournament and Béatrice went for a nap and I decided to watch a kids movie (Air Buddies) with Rina. When Béatrice woke up, I loaded her up in the stroller and we left for a short stroll to Starbucks (we needed coffee grounds for our espresso machine). It is, by all means, a short stroll (900m according to Google), yet it took us 1h30. I didn’t care, Rina was happy just walking beside (or behind) us, and Béatrice seemed content in the stroller. By the time we came back home, I knew it was going to be close to lunch so I bought us a treat: NoodleBox! As per usual, when one kid loves my menu choices, the other doesn’t. Rina wasn’t a fan, Béa couldn’t get enough. Rina ended up having crackers, cheese and a cookie for lunch. It’s Saturday, give me a break!

Then, Rina came out of nowhere and was all lovey-dovey and hugging me. This child is the most independent person I know, so cuddles are precious. Days like today, my heart is over-inflated with love for my family. On days like today, I like to tell Ben “I’m in the bubble”. He knows me well enough to know that I mean the love bubble.

Love,

Maman Xxo

P.S. Today is definitely a Bubble day! I took some snapshots for posterity:

W38D3: Your daddy

My sweet Monkey!

I have to say that I’ve had a hard time sleeping over the past couple of nights. I find myself waking up often, having a hard time falling back asleep and therefore, I read and think a lot during my waking hours. Every time I wake up, I go through the same silly routine of asking myself 2 questions: “Did my water break?” quickly followed by “Am I cramping/contracting?” When I answer no to both, I usually get up to go to the washroom and come back to bed to cuddle your dad while I stay awake and catch up on my blog-reading. Repeat the scenario 4-5 times a night and you have a pretty good idea of what my sleeping pattern is.

Sometimes, I just lay in the dark and think about how great my life is. I don’t mean to brag, but you and I are pretty lucky, my little one. I’ve had a very healthy and uneventful pregnancy and I thank the angels that granted me such good fortune. Last night, while I was lying in the dark, listening to your daddy’s steady breathing while he was asleep, I was also thinking about how much I love this man of mine!

As you grow older, we will surely fill you in on how we met over the Internet, how easy it is to just be together, and that, it was from the beginning. Your dad has this uncanny ability to make my heart melt at the most inconvenient times. For example: Last night, while I was having a bout of cramping while lying in bed, your dad thought it would be a good idea to poke and probe at you. Not so much. It just added to the discomfort of the cramping. I just had to give him “the look” to make him understand that it wasn’t the idea of the century and to please leave my belly alone for half a second. He gave me this sheepish/adorable look and I just couldn’t be mad at him and I told him he wasn’t allowed to play tricks on me like that. He also makes me laugh a lot. So much so that our landlord has mentioned it in the past (she lives right above us in the house we live in). She said that we seemed pretty happy as she can hear us laugh a lot and she was happy to hear those burst of laughter coming from our basement suite! I think it’s pure luck that we are great friends on top of being good to one another in our relationship.

Add to this that your dad is quite the hot stud-muffin and I feel very lucky that he loves me the way he does. We might not have the perfect relationship (who does, really?), but we have the perfect relationship that works for us. I am so very proud of him in all his accomplishments. He is currently ranked #118 (out of 1147) in Canadian Squash rankings and he is #36 in the province (out of 1727). I think he thinks he could do better, but as a true groupie, I am very proud of him.

Last night, we took the opportunity of your dad getting off work early because of Remembrance Day to go out for a dinner-date (probably the last one in a little while) and your dad was insisting on picking up the tab. We usually split things equally or I’ll pick up once and he’ll pick up the next time around, but lately, he won’t let me pay for anything. I guess that’s his way of providing for this pregnancy and your imminent arrival! Such a proud papa-bear!

You see, you got very lucky. Your dad is an amazing person and he loves you so very much already. I just thought I’d let you know how lucky you are to have him as a dad. I sure feel like the luckiest on the planet to have him as my husband!

Love,
Mom & Dad Xxo
P.S. Don’t be shy to come out anytime now!