Last one…but I feel this is the most important one.

Two photos taken not with the intention of being “before and after” pictures. The first picture…is what inspired me to kick my own ass into shape.

I had no idea how bad I had gotten, and seein’ my pale chubby cheeked self was enough to put me in tears.

I’m fine now, promise. ;)

http://sanspizza.tumblr.com/progress

This is what I look like somewhere on the side streets of Whothehellknowswhere, NY. I was lost, alone, recently crying, mildly afraid and almost panicked but luckily what I do have always at my side is a slightly sick sense of humor and an iPhone.

I lost my tri team and coach and had taken many an incorrect turn. I fear the next anyone would hear of me would be in headline news next to the words, “Body Never Found”.

Evidently, not the case. I telephoned the coach’s wife who gave me his cell phone number and he abandoned the rest of the team and off roaded his massive pick up truck to my rescue where I was spelling his name out in the sky with smoke signals and American Indian summoning dances and song.

Entirely true story.

Me! Post my first ever triathlon in Sandy Hook, NJ :)

Feeling mildly overwhelmed.

Sorry I’ve been rather postless this week.

Here’s an update:

I’ve spent the past two weeks traveling and dealing with during/post Irene disaster (involving no electricity and pleeenty of flooding). I have been from home to Pittsburgh, PA (where I was visiting my grandparents, running the local high school track/swimming daily!) and then I went from there to LA for interviews/portfolio reviews with two potential colleges. I came home from there on Monday night, Tuesday morning I started my internship in NYC. La la la it’s going great, next day I started my new hours at work, where I had to help and deal with new employees and students.

K, so that’s that. Now, I’m heading down the shore for the Danskin Sandy Hook Triathlon tomorrow. Where, immediately afterwards I have to go to a good friend of mine’s father’s funeral.

Life.

WHAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT1!?!?11/

On top of all this I have to write a short screenplay and shoot a 7 minute film before November ends.

Ready, set, go.

FRUSTRATED WITH MY BODY

Today, is, the last day before the rest of my life…and by that I mean, tomorrow, is the first day of the rest of my life.

Basically, I have switched up and changed my work out regimen. I have been re-feeling my muscles and been feeling soreness. There is a half-marathon in two weeks that I think I am going to do whether I feel I am ready for it or not. Fuck it! I just gotta keep going, my triathlon training is over and I am feeling rather reachy and at a loss as to what to do because I no longer have a 7 time Iron Man coaching me and giving me advice.

But, what really bothers me is that my weight has been sneaking up. I know, I know, I need to keep sane and whatever and not lose my mind over a number on a scale.

I stood on a special BMI calculating, body fat percentage measuring, extremely judgmental scale a week ago. My weight was up from 145 (which is whatever, weight is always fluctuating) but my body fat is at a whopping 27%. What the flying fuck. :( My coach was surprised, as was I. He said, to be at my height of fitness and to compete at my best I should ideally be at 19% body fat. He told me to lose 10 pounds.

The calculator told me my resting metabolic rate is 1533. That means, if I do absolutely nothing all day that’s how many calories I burn.

I have gotten into the habit of using my heart rate monitor every time I work out, and I’ve also gotten into pushing myself to not finish my work out until I read at least 500 excess calories burned. (Which takes longer and more effort than you think!!)

The thing is, I’ve changed my work out now I need to change my diet, I guess the problem is, I eat too much. I eat healthily, but I need to eat half as much of what I eat.

With the holidays coming up, I really need to kick my fucking ass because let’s admit it, yes, I will eat candy on Halloween. Yes, I will have a HUGE MEAL on Thanksgiving followed by TOO MUCH DESSERT. So, I can allow myself those “cheat” days, but no more than that.

Perfection perfection perfection perfection

My first ever triathlon results, I’m pleased. :)

1/2 mi swim, 13 mi bike, 3 mi run

Waiting for my wave start time, here’s my lil’ bike transition station.

Shouldn’t I be nervous or something?

Reasons I love Sundays:

I wake up early, usually sore, (after a day of boxing/biking), and get into my trisuit and head to upstate NY…where, I bike for an hour and half, wanting to cry/faint…then run for an hour like a champion then swim for an hour like a champion…appreciate a delicious protein shake, then barbecue…head home and, new True Blood episode just waiting for me.

Seriously, so good.