Happy 2nd Fitaversary to me!
Well, Monday was what I call my “Fitaversary”! You can read about my First Fitaversary HERE, and read about what spawned the quest for fitness here, if you’re new around these parts.
I was a bit nervous about this year’s results because simply, my life habits have changed a bit in the past few months… As you may remember, I got plantar fasciitis last year while training for my first half marathon, and was told that I needed to stay off my feet for several months.
Then, I was cast in my first musical, which resulted in stress-induced weight loss, and had me working SUPER long hours and being on my feet for an additional 3-5 hours a day. During that time, I wasn’t really “working out” but I was active, and that’s what really mattered to me. My feet were still a problem, and being in the show was hard on my tootsies for sure.
Summer came, and I decided to try out an intense strength training routine! I did New Rules of Lifting for Women, which lasted something like 8 weeks, and which I completed successfully. During that time, as expected I put on a couple of pounds, and certainly lost a bit of the lean-ness because I was building muscle, and doing less cardio… The last of my “runner’s body” pretty much fell away at that point.
Then, this fall, I was cast in my second musical, one that required less of me in many ways, but that had some pretty intense dancing (for me as a non-dancer) including a big tap number, which was MURDEROUS on my plantar fasciitis, I had flare ups regularly, and plenty of pain. Through this show, however, I did slim down from my summer strength training bulk up, and was pretty much where I’d been during the first show in the spring.
Through out this time, (and for the past year and a half or so??) I’ve weighed within 3-4 lbs of a certain number. I’d say that’s a pretty great success.
Ups and downs, varying levels of fitness, but the number didn’t swing, which is important to me. That being said, I’m certainly “softer” now than I was at the peak of my running, which is to say that I’m less fit than I was at that time. So, I was nervous about the health assessments, because I didn’t know if it would reflect that running was the only way that I’d be able to maintain… if that makes sense.
It was a blessing, therefore, and a curse that the collection of tests offered this year did NOT include the body composition component… HA! I am confident that my muscle mass must certainly be lower than last November when I was running regularly. Again, I’ve not been sedentary, and tap dancing certainly required muscles, but just TRUST me, I’m softer than I was. So, I was unable to compare my comp from last year to this year.
I can happily report that my BMI went down, my weight stayed the same, my cholesterol, blood pressures, and sugar levels were all GREAT and improved in most cases from last year!
When I had my first assessment 2 years ago, my health risk number was a 76! Last year, I had raised it to a 91, and this year it was a 97!! I think that’s plenty to be proud of.

The summer before my Day of Change in November '08

Last year on my 1st Fitaversary
Just another note about my weight that’s been on my mind… The number has stayed the same, my pant size has stayed the same, all my clothes fit great, but I miss feeling… I dunno… more pulled together in the middle… a tighter tummy and leaner legs made me pretty happy, I’ll admit. I hope that I can find something that my feet can handle that I can pick back up on. And I still LOVE yoga of course, but, well, running is free… that is if I can stay out of the podiatrist’s office.
Anyway, so that’s the scoop about this, my 2nd anniversary! I can’t believe I’ve maintained over 30 lbs of weight loss for something like 1.5 years! That’s pretty dang exciting, and I’m certainly proud of those changes.
Thanks for sharing the journey with me!
that one time… when I passed out…
Helloooooooo bloggy friends!
interestingly enough, I’m in a REALLY good mood.
I mean, really good.
If you knew how yesterday panned out, however, you might wonder how a good mood was POSSIBLE.
Remember that time, years ago, when I barfed in front of my students? (it was my first year of teaching… sometime in 07… blogging wasn’t nearly as candid, trust me)
Well, this may have been even a bit worse.
If you know me, you know that I have horrendous periods. I mean… it is normal for me to lose consciousness, barf, scream bloody murder…
Well, my plantar fasciitis is being treated with a topical patch, that happens to be the same anti-inflammatory medicine that I use to manage that “special time pain”. I didn’t double up on it, and so yesterday, Aunt Flizzo hit me like a ton of bricks…
I was at work, and trying to start my morning… started to feel nauseated, walked towards the bathroom, in hopes to make excellent barfs, when I started to feel it all going fuzzy. Instead of locking myself in a bathroom (where I would have passed out unattended-WINNING decision, kels!) I turned around and headed back into the grouping of coworkers including my principal and vice principal.
I stated, as clearly as possible, “I need help getting to the nurse! I NEED HELP GETTING TO THE NURSE!”
My principal, clear headed and calm as always grabbed me, tried to help me walk, but I was already melting to the floor.
I thank him for the fact that I didn’t lose any additional brain cells by cracking skull on the tiled hallway.
I blacked out for a minute, came to with a juicebox already propped in my hands, was hoisted into the wheelchair, lead into the nurses office, where my blood pressure and pulse eventually returned to normal. WOOT WOOT!
After, they sent me home, and I slept for about a billion hours, curled up with sweet dala and darkside tinni:
Seriously, ladies, if you have a tame time of the month, please don’t take it for granted!!
So embarrassing, haha.
Anyway, I’m totally fine, and its all in a day’s work for us at kelseyville.
Good times.
xo.

Just feeling average…
Well, after the big “REVEAL” last week, wherein I told all of you, my closest bloggie friends that I wouldn’t be running in the half marathon, I’ve been feeling pretty okay.
You have been nothing if not super supportive, which I really appreciate.
I am fighting a bit with body image for the past few weeks, because I know that I’m the same weight… (I’ve weighed like, 144 for four months) but I’m absolutely, and undeniably losing muscle, which I hate.
I’m combating those softening feelings by going to yoga 2-4 times a week, as my doctor forbid me to do any weight bearing activities including walking, running, strength training, and pretty much all calisthenics. I can ride my bike though, so I had daron air up my tires yesterday. (THANKS, love!)
Anyway, I’m just feeling sluggish and less than my best. I’m not surprised to learn that I’m craving cardio… actually, yea. I am.
Anyway, I guess that’s all I have to report tonight…
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keeping it real (no, really.)
Okay… here’s the deal.
This is hard. Blogging is DIFFICULT for me sometimes… not because I don’t like writing, not because I don’t enjoy expressing myself, but because I get scared.
I get scared of being honest.
I get scared of putting my feelings out for the world to see.
I get scared of being thought foolish, or lazy, or false.
I get scared of what you’ll think of me…
I get scared that you’ll have no opinion at all.
One of my goals for 2010 is to care a whole lot less about what everyone thinks of me. To not measure myself against anyone else… to not measure my value in blog comments or @replies, or emails.
But I find myself sensoring myself, and leaving out details and information… experiences I’m going through, for fear of your reaction (or lack of reaction).
So, I’m going to take a page from heather and mish, (two girls who are so refreshingly candid that it makes me write posts like this) and work on being more honest with you, because, let’s face it. You’re my friends… my family… my accountability. If I can’t be honest with you, then I’m almost certainly not being honest with myself.
That being said, I need to come clean about something (probably several somethings, but one day at a time!
)
I’ve been pretty quiet about my participation in the Dallas Rock n Roll half marathon.

In December, I went for an amazing 4 mile run. I felt strong and steady… like I could run for days. The following morning, I could barely walk. I brushed it off, rested for a few weeks, got on our dtreadmill and blundered through about half a mile before quitting due to pain. Two mondays ago, I got on again, and managed to run 30 seconds before literally falling off in tears.
I vistited the podiatrist, who confirmed that I have a case of plantar fasciitis and peroneal tendonitis. She’s told me that I won’t be running for a couple of weeks for sure, until my follow up appointment next week where we’ll “see where things are”. I still experience pain daily (hourly?) and I’ve got to keep it real. Even if she decides that the PF is better by March, I will CERTAINLY not be running 13 miles comfortably, not to mention that as someone recovering from PF, the idea of running/walking for 3 hours is, at this point, NOT recommended by my doctor.

I’ve cried, trust me.
But can you believe that my tears were because I would have to tell YOU? Cause I don’t want you, (many of you, strangers) to think that I’m weak, or quitting, or making excuses.
Girls like caitlin, for example, just seem to LAUGH in the face of injury… (Is she tougher than me? Is she made of stronger stuff than I?)
So, with a heavy heart, I have to be honest with you, and with myself. The 2010 Rock n Roll half is just NOT a healthy endeavor for me.
UGGHHHHHHHHHH.
I just have to be smart, and I have to stay healthy, and I have to get well so that I can run until I’m 90 years old, and part of that is making good decisions. There are a bajillion of other halfs, and when I’m well, I know that I’ll take one on. I know that it will happen, but I have to listen to my body and my doctor.
I’ve worried that I’m letting you all down. I’ve worried that you’ll feel like I haven’t earned your respect… that I’m not hardcore enough.
(I’m sure you won’t believe this, but there are girls, more than I ever expected, who have told me that I have inspired them. That I’ve encouraged them to be better, reach higher, work harder. And I’ve worried that I don’t deserve that admiration. That I don’t deserve to be in a position of influence, of guidance, of leadership.)
But, this is a passing of a torch. A closing of a chapter.
I just can’t care so much what you think, and I can’t wait on baited breath for your approval, and I can’t cry over your disappointment.
I’ve got to stop being so hard on myself, and start loving and nurturing my efforts and progress instead…
So, there it is. Time to click “publish”
xo
Happy Fitaversary To ME!!!
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Wow, Wow, WOW!!!
A year ago today, I took a fitness assessment that was provided for free at my job. At that assessment, things like my weight, bmi, body composition, blood sugar, cholesterol levels, etc. were measured. While most of my numbers were “normal” I was NOT happy. I weight over 170 lbs, and was not looking cute…
(check out my health page at the top of my site, or click here to see more before photographs)
Before:
The number that threw my jaw to the floor was my % Body Fat. I had 38.1% body fat.
The now almost famous conversation that I had in my head went something like this, “Woa. 38%. That is almost 40%… THATS ALMOST 50%!!! I’m almost HALF FAT!!!”
That night, I went to the store and bought the 30 day shred DVD… and the rest was history!
I’m proud of the accomplishments that I’ve had this year:
- I worked out 30 days straight when I thought it’d kill me
- I went from running 30 seconds, to running up to 5 miles
- I graduated from the couch to 5k program
- I’ve completed 4 5k races
- I’ve completed 1 4 mile race
- I’ve lost and maintained around 25 lbs to date
- I’ve become more balanced and flexible
- I’ve gone from a size 16 to a size 8
- I’ve CHANGED my diet significantly, adding healthy and wholesome food to most of my meals.
- I’ve become a moderator or a national board related to health and fitness.
- I’ve got a blog reach of over 100 (usually quiet, but wonderful) readers who help keep me accountable.
That is a pretty damn good year, if you ask me.
So, to the FITAVERSARY PART…
Today, the fitness wagon came by again, one year after driving through and changing my world.
I bounded into the room, ready and excited to see my numbers…
Here are some highlights:
| Last Year | This Year | |
| Weight | 168 | 146 |
| BMI* | 28.8 | 25.1 |
| Body Fat % | 38.1 | 25.8 |
| Overall Wellness | 72/100 | 91/100 |
Check out last year’s sad diagnosis…
Check out this year’s BEAUTY!!!!
THAT is meaningful change, people!
I was LITERALLY glowing all day… My Jess-i-poo took some pictures of my happiness, so I could share my excitement with you fine people…
I posed with both of my reports, last year’s and today’s…
I think this one says, “Hollerrr! I’m making myself the best me I can be and I have an abnormally huge smile!”
I’ll close this incredible meaningful post (to me, anyway) with an excerpt from last year… the day after my 38.1% epiphany…
One of the most prevalent messages of the story [kung fu panda] was that, there is no “trick” to becoming who you are destined/meant/hoping to be… No self help book, no 30 day shred workout video, and no special website that will make that change happen. In the end, we have to decide to make that change ourselves.
Anyone who has known me for any length of time has undoubtedly heard one of the dozens of “I’mma change! I’m gonna get fit! I’m gonna finish an album! I’m gonna eat only organic! I’m gonna blog every day!”
But… maybe, just maybe… a day will come and those changes that I want to see in myself will be my day-to-day… moment to moment priorities.
Love you guys…
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