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No more allergies!

25 Mar

Friends! I have something I would like to share with you in that hopes that it might help someone suffering from a similar problem. This isn’t fitness related, but it does have to do with your health. If you have allergies, this might make a difference in your life as it did in mine.

So, to start with, I’ve had terrible allergies my whole life. With the exception of food, I’m allergic to just about everything you can be allergic to: ALL furry animals, dust, pollen, grass (not that kind, though), YOUR MOM, etc. I don’t think this is an allergy, but even the day before it rains I would get sinus pressure and pain and lots of congestion. How’s that for a weather forecast? The bottom line is that I have extremely sensitive sinuses.

Up until a few weeks ago, I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that my nose was a leaky faucet with no fix. I’m not exaggerating when I say I would have sneezing fits ALL DAY, at home and at work. Regular allergy medicine helped a little, but not much. And Allegra D or Claritin D always made me feel cracked out. Besides, I didn’t want to have to rely on pills to feel normal.

I needed a better solution. One that didn’t involve getting shots for the next 5 years either. (When I was 20 I did get allergy shots for about a year, but stopped because it was difficult to go every week. Plus I had to wait in the office for 30 minutes to see if I had a reaction.)

After Googling, I found a site of personal testimonies singing praises for apple cider vinegar. I’m somewhat familiar with it as it’s touted as a “fat-loss enhancement” in the fitness world. Never tried it though. But I decided to give it a shot for the sake of my allergies. (I use Bragg raw apple cider vinegar and would HIGHLY recommend it.)

I mixed 2 teaspoons with 8 ounces of water. (You can add baking soda if the acidity upsets your stomach. I didn’t have that issue though.) I swear, by the second day my allergies and sinus problems were GONE. Like, completely disappeared. I have never, ever had such an abrupt change in my health like that.

I’ve been drinking diluted ACV for about a month now and I have had no allergy attacks since. This is UNHEARD of for me. Before this, I was in a perpetual state of allergy-induced hell. My weather-related sinus problems haven’t bothered me at all either.

I have no idea what is in ACV that made it work for me, and I can’t make any guarantees that it’ll be the same kind of miracle tonic for anyone else. But speaking from my own experience, it has cleared up my allergies better than anything else I’ve ever tried.

I usually drink it Monday-Friday in the morning. I find that even if I skip a few days my allergies still don’t act up.

If anyone else out there suffers from allergies, give ACV a try and let me know if it works!

This was supposed to be cathartic. But it wasn’t. At all.

16 Mar

It’s been quite a while.

To be honest, I’ve been stuck in a rut. With blogging. With fitness. With the direction of my life. Inspiration is hard for me to come by these days.

I don’t mean to sound all “woe is me”, but I wanted to give some kind of explanation about the negligence of this blog.

Lately I have not been working out as frequently as I normally do. Although I am still leading a boot camp class, and I’m thankful for the people who make it out every Sunday. It’s pretty much the highlight of my week. I’m sure I’ll get back into the swing of things with my own workouts soon, but there needs to be a few changes before that can happen. I just need to stop being a pussy and do what needs to be done.

As far Fit Geek goes, I’m still unsure of the direction I want to take it. I read a lot of blogs and honestly, I feel like a lot of them are just a waste of my time. I don’t want this blog to turn into that. No offense to the others, but it’s really hard to make a compelling blog. The ones I enjoy are few and far between. I don’t know if I even care to achieve *interesting and informative blog* status anymore. Also, the longer I go without posting, the harder it gets to post.

If any of you out there are feeling as lost as I am, holler. Until the next time, keep hope alive, friends.

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Quickie

22 Dec

Just wanted to check in and let you who ever cares know that I’m alive!

I’ve been busy with the Christmas madness. New posts soon, promise!

I am competitive and crazy.

19 Nov

The other day I was doing squats at the gym. On the other side of the room a female trainer was also squatting. (Incidentally people have asked if we’re sisters because there is a slight resemblance, AND I saw her at the club I went to last night.)

I immediately start sizing her up, looking at her form, how much weight she’s moving and how many reps. I tend to do this with everyone who squats, but especially with women. Apparently I take squats very seriously.

At first it was no thang because she was only squatting 65 lbs (the bar plus two 10 lb plates). I warm up and do my first set of squats (110 lbs for 8 reps. I want to address this in the future, but my strength has gone down since starting a body part split and I’m working to get it back up.)

Then she takes the 10s off and replaces them with 25s. Now she’s squatting 95 and I’m staying at 110. Too close for comfort. I watch her intently. She does something like 15 reps and gets to about parallel with her depth.

Whatever, at least I go ass to grass, and I’m still doing 15 lbs more than her, I think to myself.

The whole time I’m anxious that she’s going to add weight to the bar and out-squat me. I realize that this is pretty ridiculous, but I am competitive. It’s strange to experience this inner rivalry and yet be completely aware of how unnecessary and petty it is.


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On one hand, competition can be a good motivator to push us beyond our boundaries. On the other hand, it can very easily turn into something negative. I think there’s a fine line between friendly competition and a pissing contest.

I’m always talking about how women should be more open to lifting weights, yet when I encounter one I feel threatened. I guess that’s the only child in me coming out. This is MY area. I am the official weight lifting girl here. Who are YOU? Silly, yes, I know.

I don’t really have a point to all of this, except that I’d like to change this behavior. If I see another girl lifting, and I decide to go heavier because of it, it should be because I’m inspired, not threatened. Also, I’m wondering if anyone else reading this is as competitive as I am?

And this is kind of, sort of related in the sense that it reveals how psycho I am….
The other day I was driving to my self defense class and the parking lot was full. I circled around it once then went back in. As I came in the second time, a lady was walking into the lot to leave so I stopped and waited. Her car was actually right next to mine and I needed to reverse to let her out.

Only, a girl was behind me and she didn’t want to reverse because she wanted the parking spot. Oh hell no. I knew I was about to be that chick…the one who gets out of the car and walks up to the other person’s window and asks them to roll it down. Yeah, I did that. The conversation went like this:

Me: Would you mind backing up?
Girl: I can’t. There’s a truck there.
Me: There’s like four feet between you and the truck. I just need a little space to reverse so the lady can get out.
Girl: But I was here first.
Me: How were you here first if I’m in front of you?
Girl: You cut me off.
Me: I did NOT cut you off. (Which I didn’t…AT ALL.)

At this point some people walked up and told us that they were leaving and the space was right there. Nice way to diffuse the situation. Not that I would have done anything violent, but I did feel my bitch meter starting to rise. The thing is, I’m a considerate driver in a city of assholes. If you don’t live in Miami, ASK ANYONE who does. The people drive like dicks here. If I were in that girl’s position, I would have reversed in the first place (which she eventually did.)

At least I didn't do this.

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Was getting out of my car a little extreme? I don’t give a shit. I think I was perfectly in the clear to ask her politely if she’d move. My cop friend told me that I was crazy because “everyone carries a gun here.” Whatever. I guess I live on the wild side then! My life is usually pretty boring. I need something to get my blood pumping, and that certainly did the trick. And I’m not sorry I did it at all.

Photos!

4 Nov

Is it better to publish informative posts less often, or personal fluff posts frequently?

I guess I’ll aim for somewhere in the middle.

I got my ass beat in my MMA self defense class today, and I was going to write about the things I’ve learned in that class during the past 8 months. But I started putzing around on Facebook and I totally lost my writing mojo. Well, at least I was really productive at work today. And I did a shoulder workout on my lunch break. I’d post the routine but after seeing Miss Sable kick some serious ass in the gym, I’m a little embarrassed of my 55 lb push press.

Anyway…here are some random photos to keep you entertained. Everyone likes photos, right? RIGHT?!

This is hanging in my cubicle.

Once upon a time I had red hair and actually bothered to wear make-up to work.

I love Gone with the Wind. I was amazed to find this huge portrait of Scarlett O'Hara hanging in one of David's friend's house.

No caption necessary.

Is it bad that when I see this I think "I bone my cocker spaniel"?

Let's play find the Chilean.

I do chin-ups in weird places.

Greasy hair and no make-up. Hot.

Sumo says "Sup?"

A cool guy at the beach.

Preeettyyyy.

Fairchild Gardens. I just like this photo.

Aaaand that was way more time consuming than I anticipated. Hope you enjoyed!

The downside of being a professional appreciator…

1 Oct

Sometimes I have issues reconciling with the fact that I am not a scientist, doctor, dietician, kinesiologist or a personal trainer. There are no prestigious acronyms that follow my name.

I can't tell if I want him or I want to BE him!

I am just a girl who has a passion for working out and eating healthy. I try to learn as much I can about these topics, but there is only so much you can understand without formal education. For the most part I could not explain the complex biological processes that happen when you eat a certain food or perform a certain exercise. I may have a general understanding of what happens–for instance, when insulin is released into the body when your blood sugar is high and the storage of glucose–but the scientific intricacies involved with it are not currently within my scope of knowledge.

It is for those reasons that I occasionally feel guilty passing along information to people who read my blog. Who am I to give advice? Certainly not a professional. The only thing I am a professional in is the appreciation of health, nutritious food and exercise. Please keep this in mind when you read my blog.

To make up for the fact that I have no formal education in nutrition, science or exercise, I try to reference people who do. Consider me a conduit of information rather than someone making conclusions.

I dare say that I am more informed than the average person on topics of health and fitness, but in the grand scheme of things my understanding is still rudimentary.

More than anything I would love to go to graduate school to study dietetics or exercise science. Almost every day my heart tells me to follow what I think is my true calling, and to disregard obstacles like money and the fear of failure. I think that one day, hopefully soon, I will go back to school. I desperately want to be legit in the topics that I am most passionate about.

But until then, just remember that I am not technically an expert. I am pretty well-read on the things I write about here, and I really do practice the things I preach. I would never discuss something I have no personal experience with. While I completely acknowledge that there is so much I don’t know, here I am simply trying to share what I do know in hopes that it inspires you somehow. I am writing about these things because I genuinely care about and believe in them. If anything I say is misleading or uninformed or misinterpreted, I apologize in advance.

I realize this is pretty much an extended disclaimer, but it’s something that I wanted to get off my chest.

Accountability.

28 Sep

I am posting this because I need more accountability. I didn’t make it to the gym today and it is IMPERATIVE that I wake up early tomorrow and go before work. So I’m putting it out there in the blogosphere. If I fail, I give you permission to kick my ass. Also, I had cereal and Brussels sprouts for dinner. Going to the gym in the morning will make me feel better about eating freakin’ frosted mini wheats and whatever other sugary granola crap I had.

I think it’s funny that most people are disgusted by Brussesls sprouts, but I am actually grossed out by the fact that I had cereal for dinner. Not that cereal tastes nasty or anything. Quite the opposite. It tastes TOO good. I can never have just one bowl. But it’s garbage I’d rather not eat. I’ve been considering SEVERELY cutting down my sugar intake…but that’s a post for another time.

On the agenda for tomorrow’s back workout:

Wide grip chin-ups 3×10 (a majority of these are going to be completed on the assisted pull-up because I cannot do that many chin-ups, let alone WIDE GRIP chin-ups.)

Superset:
Bent over barbell row 3×8
Seated cable row 3×8

Wide grip lat pulldown 3×10
One arm dumbbell row 3×8
Machine lat pull 3×10
Back extension 3×8

Cardio: 30 mins

I’ll post the weight I use tomorrow.

And in other news, I did go to the gym on my lunch break, but it was just to walk. Looking down at the cardio machines below the track, I noticed this lady using the stepmill backwards. She had her back facing the control panel so she could look at herself in the mirror. A true blue cardio bunny. I thought it was kind of funny.

Narcissus in the house.

Now it’s time for me to wash my face and go to sleep. Goodnight, world.

Mint Julep, deliver me from my blackheads!

To the night…

27 Sep

I’m prone to bouts of upper-end-of-young-adult blues. Some people call it a quarter life crisis, and it is usually a period of time in your twenties when you feel stuck in a rut, directionless, like your life has no meaning or purpose…basically like you’re trapped in a Kevin Smith movie.

I guess that’s where I’m kind of at sometimes, and tonight was no exception. As much as I sing the virtues of having a routine, sometimes too much routine (especially when it involves obligations I’m not too crazy about) can make you feel stagnant. Groundhog Day syndrome.

Tonight, I set out to do something different. I needed to shrug the cloak of negativity weighing down my shoulders, so I…went for a walk. Yes, I remedy my sadness over having a mundane life by doing one of the most ordinary things you can do: go for a stroll.

But you never know where the road is going to take to you. To paraphrase about a million cliches, sometimes you have to step out of your comfort zone. Well I didn’t just step out of it tonight, I leapt like a delusional cat and did a cartwheel then crapped my pants.

One freaky ass road.

(Yes, I am a card-carrying member of the hyperbolic licensing club.)

On this walk, I became very reacquainted with my fear of heights. There is a busy overpass by David’s house that overlooks the turnpike. We walked over it. My stomach dropped. There was just so much potential for things to go terribly wrong, and I couldn’t get the death train of thought out of my mind. Anxiety ensued. Crossing the street to the other side provided a bit more stress. But finally we made it to our destination: this park nestled between the overpass and a neighborhood.

I feel my vertigo kicking in.

Nothing like a little danger to make you feel alive. Even if it is like, old lady danger.

Staying alive, staying alive, ah ah ah ah...

Shooting lasers Cyclops style.

We walked around the park, admired the lights. Talked. It was nice. Neither momentous or momentary–maybe something in the middle, like noteworthy. Anyway, I’m babbling. As I turned on the radio for the drive home, the perfect soundtrack was provided by wvum. It was the Psycho Candy show which features new and old songs of the shoegaze genre. I was so into it that I actually pulled over to text the station to tell them that they’re awesome.

Odonis Odonis – Ledged Up by Fat Cat Records

Caged Animals – Girls On Medication from Lucky Number Music on Vimeo.

Speaking of which, I’m a girl on medication.

It's called red wine.

And in case you are wondering what any of this has to do with fitness…I went for a walk, okay! And red wine is good for you. And I needed to do this for my MENTAL fitness. That’s important. I want to start taking more quick walk breaks while I’m at work as well. I think they’ll help me feel less like a mine canary.

Now I have dirt-mouth from the vino, and I’m up far too late for what was supposed to be my 4:30 a.m. waking. It was worth it.

My trip to Orlando.

26 Sep

Ahhh…vacations. A time to enjoy yourself, leave all your stress and worries at home and immerse yourself in the moment. That was my plan during my trip, but I didn’t want to completely throw caution to the wind when it came to eating. Initially I had told myself that I’d eat whatever I wanted, but within reason. But I was pretty much lying to myself because I overate just about every day. I guess that’s how vacations tend to go, huh? Intuitive eating is really hard for me when I’m not in my normal element.

I might be exposing myself as weirdo by admitting this, but I have a tendency to get home-sick during vacations. Something about being in a different environment without my routine can make me feel off. I start missing cooking for myself and sleeping in my own bed. I think I just need to learn to relax!

But anyway, I don’t want to sound too negative. Despite my own little hang-ups, I still had a great time. I haven’t been to Disney/Epcot in a little more than 10 years, but I actually enjoyed this visit more than any previous ones. I know Epcot is usually considered the boring, educational theme park, but I really liked it, haha. I think now that I’m older I can appreciate all the effort and details that go into making each attraction.

And even though I totally indulged, I went to the gym in the resort we stayed in and walked a ton. (Note to self: Chucks aren’t really the greatest kicks to get you through a 9-hour day on your feet.) So I was pretty proud of myself for that. I was a little disappointed that the gym didn’t have a squat rack, but I made the most out of the available equipment.

And now…pictures!

I was way too excited that there were wild rabbits inside Magic Kingdom.

The haunted house.

One of the cast members at the haunted house gets an A for effort. He totally succeeded at being creepy. David and I were distracted as we walked up to the entrance, and the guy slammed the trap door of a metal garbage can which startled the crap out of me. Then when we were in the stretching parlor room, he crept up RIGHT behind me when the lights went out, so when I turned around he was THISCLOSE to my face. I guess it’s good to see someone who really enjoys their job!

Jellyfish in the Nemo ride at Epcot.

More weirdo facts about me: I'm not the biggest fan of ice cream.

I was so disappointed with this ice cream. In a laughable attempt to be healthy I ordered a scoop of no-sugar added butter pecan ice cream in a cone. I figured that even though it was no-sugar added that didn’t mean it was sugar-FREE, and it would probably still be pretty sweet. Egh. Didn’t taste very good. I’m kind of weird about ice cream anyway. I can’t eat too much of it unless there’s something crunchy in it. I’m big on texture. The scoop was huge, and since the ice cream wasn’t that tasty I dumped half of it in a cup so I’d be that much closer to the cone. David’s cookie dough ice cream was waaaaay better.

Derpasaurus Rex.

A strawberry margarita in Downtown Disney. Yes, we went there with the cheesy sipping-from-the-same-cup photo.

The gym! Yes, I still workout on vacation. I did a leg routine if you're curious.

Looking back on these pictures reminded me of how good a time I really did have. I’m feeling all mushy gushy now. Yay :)

So, does anyone else ever feel a little off on vacation, or am I just a tight-ass?

Brain Farts

22 Sep

Just a warning, this is totally a fluff post. I promise I’ll have something more substantial when I get back from my trip to Disney World…and probably some more pictures of me enjoying foods I probably shouldn’t be eating. But until then…

…A combination of things reminded me of something I wanted to share, those things being my recent gym post and something that happened to me while I was at work the other day.

So last Wednesday toward the end of the day I stepped outside to take a quick walk around the building for a little energy boost. Any time an employee wants to get into the building they have to enter their code. So I finish my quick walk and get back to the entrance. As soon as I lift my finger to the keypad…nothing. My mind went totally blank. I completely forgot my code, and mind you, I’ve been working at this place for almost four years. I’ve never forgotten my code there! It was weird. I had to be buzzed in by the front desk.

The girl who has that information was already gone for the day, so I tried really hard to remember the code and I wrote down the possibilities of what it could be. Turns out none of them were right.

I had another incident like this once before. I had finished my walk at the gym during my lunch break and was heading back to the locker room. I was on the phone at the time and started to mess with my lock. I could NOT remember the combination, so I hung up, figuring that I was just distracted from being on the phone. But after several tries I realized that I forgot the combo…for reals.

I was pretty embarrassed because I’d had that lock for more than a year. How do you just forget your combination from one day to the next like that? I had no idea, and I was freaking out because I had to be back at work in a few minutes. Eventually I came to my senses and got one of the employees to cut my lock off.


Have you ever heard the term “feeling crunchy?” Back in the middle school days it meant feeling embarrassed. I picture it like someone getting caught doing something dumb and there being a super-loud crunch noise in the background that makes you cringe. But yeah, I felt crunchy as hell.

A few people told me I’d probably remember the combination the next day, but it never came back to me.

Sup with that?!

Fortunately I wised up and came up with a trick to help me remember my current locker code. I have a saying that helps me remember the numbers. Each number represents something. So let’s say my code was 12-24-7, I’d remember “a dozen all day every day.” I think giving the number a meaning helps you remember them.

Now I just need to come up with one for work. Someone please tell me that this has happened to them too!

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