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20 DAYS!

Nichol is enjoying not having to do anything but run miles and work. Here she is to tell you about them.

Hi friends. I’m down to my last 20 days of mile-a-day. It is going to be such a relief to have this monster of a goal behind me. I think it may have been infinitely more awesome if I didn’t also have to go to class and intern for the last four months of the year. That was so rough.

I also made a goal to run one mile each day until the end of the year, with my last few class/interning days as walking exceptions. I got sick one day. And the two others? I was hanging with my family and relaxing.

This goal has become such a burden and I have really been struggling with getting to the end. People have pointed out that I could just be done. Which is true. But I’ve already come so far, I would be so mad at myself for stopping now. So mad.

It’s my own brain, you know? I put so much pressure on myself. I’m definitely taking a different approach next year. I already have goals for 2013, things I want to accomplish, but I will be saving those for the coming weeks.

Here’s a teaser though: I will remain on a regular exercise routine. I will still eat healthy. I will not beat myself up about things that I eat or things that I do or don’t do.

Right now, I’m busy catching up on sleep, cleaning my house, and making sure I get in that mile.

End of the Road! (for four weeks)

Nichol is pretty tired, but she’s going to throw down some words anyway. She does not guarantee they make sense.

Hi guys!

I am going to make this short and sweet. I’m on my last week of exhaustion, so you will be getting bright-eyed, bushy-tailed Nichol for the next four posts.

Today marks my last walking mile day of the year. I have been okay at completing one running mile from the first of December. I had an extra walking day, but I was having quality family time.

So I’ll be back next Wednesday, full of energy, well-rested, and oozing miles run. Hope you are having a fantastic week!

Side note: Congratulations to my sister Lisa and her girlfriend fiancée Amanda who got engaged this weekend. Love you both so much!

Lost My Focus

Wednesday is here again! And so is Nichol!

The original goal of this year long project was to run one mile everyday.

Somehow, that original goal morphed into something else and I abandoned it for different forms of exercise. That’s not a bad thing, but it’s not great.

I’m pretty sure it happened when I began to get bored and tired. And now I’m starting to become resentful, which I definitely don’t want to happen. So I’ve gone back to the basics.

By the time you read this, I will have 34 days of miles left. And that’s what I am going to do. Back to the original plan of running one mile every day. With four exceptions (my last four class nights of the semester), which makes it essentially 30 days of genuine mile a day.

I’m going to get bored again, but I’ll take bored of exercise over resentful of exercise any day.

I’m still definitely looking forward to not having an obligation to fulfill and start working out again for the pure joy of physical exertion.

That being said, I am also a person who likes to have goals to achieve and I’m already planning my attack for the next year. We can get into that the week before the new year, but as for right now? I’m going to eat some mozzarella balls that I bought at Sprouts because they are insane, in a totally good way.

Oops…. I did it again

This is Wednesday right? Nichol is scheduled to work…let’s see if she shows up.

I’m here! Which is opposite of last week but my excuse is totally valid. I was playing Xbox!

That was a joke.

I was crazy sick. Which is also not an excuse because I got sick around 2:30 Wednesday morning and I usually write this between Sunday and Tuesday, but let’s just go with it, okay?

This semester is winding down and I could not be happier. It has been so difficult to make sure I get a decent workout in everyday, but some days (like 12 hour intern days or 14 hour school days) it sucks. A lot.

I will be officially done by the 1st if December and then I can kill the rest of this year, which is exciting. I re-started Couch to 5K, but I just can’t commit and finish. I’m so tired!

The plan is to alternate one mile runs and strength training a la P90X until the 31st. Then January starts, pressure is off, and I can have a normal routine that fits into my schedule and is no longer an obligation or a chore. I am ready to start enjoying my workouts again.

Off to put the finishing touches on my last paper of the semester and enjoy four days of relaxation.

Have a great Thanksgiving!

Nichol’s Manifesto

Nichol is here and ready to say some stuff.

This is not so much a manifesto, but a rant. Plus, I’m not quite sure what a manifesto should consist of and I don’t really feel like figuring it out.

The bottom line is that I am going to write a book. I’m going to call it “DUH.”

It’s going to have 5 chapters and it’s all about getting skinny.

Chapter One: Eat a lot of Healthy Things.

Chapter Two: Exercise Regularly

Chapter Three: Don’t Eat (a lot) of Bad Things

Chapter Four: Drink a lot of Water, Drink Other Stuff Sparingly, Don’t Drink Soda

Chapter Five: Throw Away your Atkins/Mediterranean/Assorted Other Fad Ways to Eat Books and Follow My Rules

In conclusion: it now feels like common sense to me. Although for a long time I wasn’t using that common sense. But I feel like this is important for people to know. (Exceptions made for people who have to eat a certain diet for physical reasons.)

That being said. Now that I’m getting to the end of the semester, I am getting LAZY! I need some motivation. Does anyone have any I can borrow?

Or at least be willing to overlook my lazy walking and lack of running until November 29th-ish?

Happy Halloween!

Nichol is taking the easy way out today. It’s a holiday. And she has to work an overnight shift so she’s cranky and tired.

Happy Halloween peeps! I hope you had a good/scary night and you passed out all of your candy so there is none leftover.

I’m a little frazzled due to it being crunch time for class projects and trying to fit all my internship hours in so I’m just dropping by to say hi and tell you to come back next Wednesday when I rant and rave about eating habits and all the books people suggest we read. It’s my manifesto.

Fun 5K!

Nichol is here to share some more random thoughts.

I did the Neon Splash Dash 5K on Saturday night. It’s sort of similar to the Color Run I did last year but instead of powder, it’s liquid! Instead of running around Tempe Town Lake, we ran around Firebird Lake! Instead of daytime, it was nighttime!

It was so fun. We got all colored up and then drank beers (oops) and danced like crazy people until 10 p.m. Party animals!

I had a great time and got a lot of good exercise. Which hopefully offset the beer that I drank.

But most importantly, I realized when I got home that night that it’s important to get out and socialize more. Aside from exercise, hanging out with some girls that I really like spending time with was really good for my mood. I was exhausted the next day while interning for 12 hours, but it was worth it.

So friends, my new goal is to be more social. I have to make sure I’m taking time to leave the house and have fun. It’s hard, especially when I’m tired all the time and have papers to write, but I was so happy and I want to stay happy.

That’s been the point of this whole year is healthy living. Happiness and changed for the better.

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Play me the theme from Rocky… And find me some steps!

I am so freaking pumped guys! I remain an overworked, underpaid minion of my place of employment, my place of internship, and Arizona State University, but I am also a running (and walking and strength training) fool!

And I only have 83 more days!

Can you believe it?

I can/can’t.

Not really sure what I’m going to do with myself in January 1. Probably not run.

I firmly believe that I am walking, talking, skipping proof that in the exercise improving mood arena, CORRELATION DOES IN FACT EQUAL CAUSATION! (did that make a strong enough point?)

I am still working out the meal planning kinks, but on Sunday I baked a ton of Brussels sprouts meatballs and pasta. Plus I made about a half ton of quinoa for quinoa and black bean salad. (I overestimated how much I would eat this week, so my quinoa to black bean ratio is quite skewed. Hence the three cans of black beans I had to run and buy so black beans did not feel inferior or less loved than quinoa.) (And by Brussels sprouts meatballs, I mean Brussels sprouts that are made to function as meatballs in my spaghetti. It’s awesome and I want to patent it, but I’m not entirely sure I actually invented it. Are any of you patent lawyers? No? Good. I totally invented the recipe and it is delicious.)

I have also been good at avoiding treats. At some point this month I am going to get boo’ed at work and I will have to eat the offerings of the person who boo’ed me or I’ll be a party pooper. But I’ll ration my treats out and give away the gross treats, i.e. Snickers.

I am pretty much just rolling along, being my obnoxious, rambunctious self. Nothing else new to report.

And how was your week?

Um, hey guys.

Nichol is really really sorry about last week and she’s here to grovel and give you a sob story in the hopes that you still love her.

I hope you have some time. I have suddenly become a very prolific blog poster.

Are you mad? This is the second time I forgot about you! I’m in a shame spiral, but I have totally valid reasons excuses for my lack of thoughtfulness and planning. We will get to those in a minute. I have changed my ne’er do well ways and am utilizing my iCal! You have your own little spot and every Sunday my iPhone/iPad/iMac give me annoying little loud reminders that I have a responsibility to you and to Heather and to Second Chance. I’m really tempted to use a quote from Tombstone right now, but I don’t think my stepdad reads this and he’s usually the only one who appreciates them so… Moving on.

I have had a rough two weeks. A depressed, back aching, dog dying, paper writing, no sleeping, self-loathing two weeks. This is all true.

As you read a couple of weeks ago, I strained a nice long row of muscles and was out of commission. Three days of no activity really hit me hard, as you previously read. It kind of went from bad to worse. I was in a lot of pain even after the three days and I didn’t finish P90X. I had a lot of friends have some amazing relationship-y things happen to them (babies, marriage proposals, etc). As happy as I am for them, it always makes me a little jealous and sad. (I’m not in the habit of lying about anything, so I won’t lie about how sometimes being single sucks, a lot. But this is not about my lack of confidence with boys, it’s about making me hot so I can be more confident around boys. Insert a half serious, half joking haha here.)

I had negative thoughts and negative eating (still no soda or fast food! The former sad Nichol go-tos) and was just hating life. I was definitely not choosing happiness.

Then last Friday, my family and I had to put our dog to sleep. She had been with us for 12 years and she was the sweetest, most loving, three legged garbage disposal of a dog in the world. See below.

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That did not help.

This past Sunday, I woke up feeling pretty decent. Physically good, a little less tired, and mentally okay. I rolled around in bed for awhile, did some homework, and then walked my mile to Circle K. An interesting thing happened while I was there. Like I said, I’ve been feeling low and I thought I would get a Peace Tea and some peanut butter cups. Make me feel good, before the sugar high went away. But a funny thing happened once I was there. I didn’t want anything. Not one little thing. I didn’t want Peace Tea or Hostess anything, I didn’t look at the Poptarts or the M&M’s.

You know what I bought? VitaminWater. Gum. That’s it.

And as I walked back home, I felt insanely proud of myself. Shocked, but proud. And I realized that I really had changed. I realized that I needed to not let one little back injury and crappy week take away 9 months of blood, sweat, and tears.

So here it is, October 3rd and I am buckled down. I am determined. And I am going to finish this year like an exhausted maniac. You know most of my goals: exercise, eat healthy, blah blah blah.

But here’s the good stuff. Where my mojo comes back.

I am going to complete the entire 10 weeks of C25K. I scheduled all three days of running for the next 13 weeks (I added extra weeks for 1, 2, and 3).

I am going to do my best to get rid of the extra crap I consume that is holding my back. This is relegated solely to Circle K and vending machine trips during work.

Better meal planning and preparation!

Finally?

I am ready to quit smoking. It’s gross, it’s expensive, and it just doesn’t make any damn sense anymore. I’m back on the step down method. My hope is to be smoke free after the first of the year. I’m not guaranteeing that piece. We shall see how the reduction in certain foods is going to go. I don’t want to get arrested for manslaughter, which could happen when I’m giving up the nicotine. I should probably go live in a cave for awhile…

So this was a crazy long, rambling post. Sorry about that. I’m just so pumped. Hopefully next week I’ll be a little more succinct and a little less tired.

Beyond A Year

it’s Wednesday and thankfully, Nichol looked at her calendar.

My year is slowly (very slowly) coming to an end. I’ve really been thinking about what life is going to look like when I’m no longer beholden to this crazy idea of mine.

I have decided that I would like to do another round of P90X. I’ll probably do it on my own schedule. I will still be interning so won’t really be into the whole 7 days a week bit.

Daily exercise has become increasingly inconvenient in light of my new schedule. It’s still happening, but it’s definitely more of a burden now. Especially Tuesday and Wednesday. I work at 8 in the morning and have class until 9 at night. And this semester, I am unlucky enough to have two professors that like to take class right up to the bitter end. Saturday’s have also sucked because I intern from 6am to 6pm. I get out early enough, but 12 hours of internship does not make me want to go home and spend time with Tony Horton.

I have finally come up with a workable schedule, which is nice but I can’t lie. I’m really, really ready for this year to be over.

I do need you all to make me a promise though. Don’t let me stop. If you see me get complacent, call me on it. I may punch you in the throat but I’ll thank you later…and maybe apologize.

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