Why the scale means nothing.

Last week, I weighed myself for the first time since January. I wished the number would have been lower, but it was still an improvement and I did not feel discouraged. The next time I weighed myself, two days later, the number was lower, and I was excited.

And the two days after that consisted of not-so-healthy eating (s’mores cake is so good though) and skipping the gym.

So today when I weighed myself after a great workout, the number was higher than I had hoped (A pound heavier than the original weight last week) and instantly felt upset that I had let myself fall off track.

R E M I N D E R 

Do not fret! Body weight can fluctuate up to five pounds within a day! According to Women’s Health, “Your hydration level, exercise, bathroom habits, and exactly what you’ve had to eat that day” can affect weight gain throughout the day. In fact, after doing some research I learned that it’s actually quite difficult to truly “gain weight” overnight. Check out this article to learn more.

So even though I like keeping track of the number on the scale, I think I’m going to do a weekly weigh-in to see my progress. I’ve learned that weighing yourself every day or every other day can be inaccurate and more importantly, demoralizing and detrimental to your mentality. However, now I’m motivated to eat clean, get my workouts in, and drink tons of water (even though it will add water weight) for the next few weeks! At the end of the day, all that matters is that YOU feel confident, happy, and healthy!

Keep your head up, babes.

What’s your definition of progress?

Last summer, I shared this picture with you all on my blog and other social media outlets. It wasn’t easy, but I was proud of the significant progress I had made with my body.

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After that, I went abroad. I lived in the land of pasta, bread, and cheese, and in addition to the nonexistent exercise (unless you consider the walk to and from the bar every night…), the progress I felt like I had made disappeared.

Fast forward to January. I returned to San Diego, eager to get back in shape, eat right, and feel as good as I did pre-study abroad. And I did- for about three weeks. Then school started, I got a job, and suddenly I was either on campus all day, or running to work at the mall, eating whatever unhealthy snacks I could find. Finally, I started to convince myself to actually go grocery shopping, and find time for the gym as often as I could (and not beat myself up for not going everyday).

Though I haven’t been perfect, I’m on track to be in a good place. Since March 2014 (a little over two years ago), I’ve lost over 30 pounds. Since coming back from abroad, I fit into my clothes better and feel more confident everyday. I’m insanely proud of this accomplishment and know that I can continue to improve my body and ultimately feel better about myself. An important factor is not putting myself down if I have a not so healthy day. Today, for example, I did pretty well, but ate half a bag of chips (quinoa tortilla chips aren’t horrible though, right??) and skipped the gym. Remind yourself it’s okay to treat yo-self, just to always be aware of what you’re putting in your body and take note the next day at the gym.

Here are some progress pictures from early March into this week. The changes are small, but progress and improvement won’t happen over night (bottom left is the most recent).

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Each day I am feeling better about myself and I’m excited to see what I can accomplish before my birthday and in my 21st year (weeeee!). This is my definition of progress. What’s yours?

Follow me for the journey.

xoxo, Kass

 

Toes in the sand.

It’s been about 4 months since my bare feet have touched sand.

But last weekend I had my first day off from work, on a weekend, when the weather was beautiful. There isn’t a better feeling than driving down to the beach in shorts, playing in the water, getting tan, throwing the football around, and enjoying beautiful San Diego.

I feel like all I’ve been saying recently is how busy I am. Hell, I haven’t updated this blog in a month. But in reality, you have to work hard to play hard. And all the days I’ve missed out at the beach were made up for by one beautiful and memorable Sunday afternoon. Hopefully it won’t be another 4 months until I can return to the water (trust me, it won’t).

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How lucky am I? 4/17/16

 

Baseball’s back!

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Any San Franciscan will tell you how important the Giants are to our city. So after years of talking about going to Spring Training in Scottsdale, Arizona, I made it happen. It was so awesome to see the boys back in action getting ready for the 2016 season! Scottsdale was flocking with baseball fans from across the country. Everyone was excited to enjoy the ballgame, a beer, and make new friends- just what baseball is about.  Already excited for next year! You can take fans out of the city, but they’ll never be too far away. Go Giants!

Celebrate Progress

My workout routine has been a little off recently, with school and work piling up. And the days that I have gotten a workout in, I have greatly avoided the one and only- cardio.

But tonight, I decided to look that demon in the eyes when I was deciding on a warmup. So I ran a mile.

To many, a mile is measly. But looking back at where I started a year ago, running a mile without taking a breather shows how far I’ve come. I used to be proud of myself for making it to .5 miles with my heart pounding, nearly falling to the floor.

It’s okay to take a few steps back. We’ve all been there, but confidence at the gym is so important and fundamental to success. Though I haven’t been taking the gym and dieting as seriously as I should have for the last few weeks, that 1 mile reminder tonight was the push I needed to kickstart what I’ve been wanting to do for so long. Don’t punish yourself over what you could have done- celebrate where you have gotten so far.

A Letter to My 21 Year Old Best Friend

Happy golden birthday, babe. It seems like the last few years have seemingly prepared us for this (drinking beers around the fire in Montana comes to mind), yet it baffles me that you’re 21. And doing it without me? How dare you.

16 years of friendship, memories, laughs, and sometimes tears. So on this day, it breaks my heart I can’t be with you on your birthday. I always pictured this day being a little different.. something along the lines of me watching as you rip shot after shot until you can no longer stand.

For the record, I still fully expect you to do that.

Years ago, it seemed nearly impossible that we could survive without being together almost everyday. When we went to different high schools, I felt like a part of me was being relocated much too far away. And when we split off for college, I was terrified. But I think the greatest characteristic of our friendship is that we can go weeks or even months without talking, and it doesn’t tear us apart. Every time we’re reunited, it’s like we never left each other’s side. I think we have a special trust in each other that the other is doing just fine.

As we get older, it dawns on me just how opposite we are. I think anyone that knows us well- our parents or our friends from home- knows that to be true. Whether it’s personal style, or our preference in art, or our hobbies, I’m not too sure if someone would put us together as being best friends for almost 20 years. And yet, every time I run into someone from Sts. Peter & Paul or someone who knows us from years ago, they always ask how you’re doing. They know we stuck together, because we always did.

I love you to the moon and back, and I hope this day is one you remember (or can’t)!

You’re always in my heart, Darbs. Even though you left me for Idaho and Alabama. COME BACK TO ME, you glorious soul.

xoxo Kassandra