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It’s damn hot!

In my neck of the world, 8 counties are under weather advisories. What does this mean? High temperatures from 90-95 degrees over the next two days. Heat index of 100-102 (that’s the “Feels Like” section on your weather app). Hottest times are from 2-7 pm each day. Possibility of heat exhaustion or heat stroke (or in the case of a friend of mine: sun poisoning), or heat related illnesses.

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If your plan over the next few days involves outdoor workouts, take the following steps to insure you’re safe in the heat:

  • Drink plenty of water. Drink 12 ounces of water two hours before your workout, and another 12 ounces 30 minutes before your workout. During your workout consume 4-8 ounces every 15 minutes.  Drink 12 ounces 30 minutes after your workout.
  • Drink more water in high heat/high humidity situations. Drink more water to lower your body temperature to avoid heat related illnesses, and to replace what you’ll lose while sweating.
  • Avoid caffeine. Caffeine is a diuretic, which can drain water from your body. Limit yourself to one or two caffeinated drinks per day, and drink one glass of water for each caffeinated beverage you drink. I’d suggest two in this type of weather.
  • Consider early morning or late evening workouts. If you enjoy outdoor workouts, consider getting out early in the morning – between 6:00a.m. and 8:00a.m., or late evening between 7:00p.m. and 9:00p.m. You’ll avoid the hotter temperatures of the day. Also, you could plan to be in the gym where it is air conditioned for the heat wave.
  • Other suggestions put out by the heat advisory: Stay indoors and in an air conditioned room/environment. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR ANIMALS OR CHILDREN UNATTENDED IN A VEHICLE!! I scoped several parking lots today while on a walk. I will smash car windows and happily endure being arrested for your stupidity.

    If you have any additional suggestions on being safe in the heat, post a reply below or send us an email at spdiaries@gmail.com.

    This is an excerpt from Jillian Michaels “Losing It with Jillian”. I thought this was really good considering the heat as of late:

    How Much Water Should I Drink?

    Q: How much water should I drink each day? I hear all kinds of answers, including 1 ounce of water for every pound of body weight, and six to eight 8-ounce glasses. Which is right?A: Water is a vital part of any diet and exercise program — not to mention life in general — because it aids every aspect of bodily function. Water is a huge component of muscle and is important for energy production, so if you want to make the most of your workout, make sure you’re well hydrated.

    There is no real one-size-fits-all approach to water consumption. As a general rule of thumb, men should consume 128 ounces of water daily, and women should consume 88 ounces, but this doesn’t mean you need to drinkthis amount of water every day. Other beverages, as well as the moisture content of foods, also count toward your water intake. The following factors affect how much water you should consume:

    Exercise: If you exercise or engage in any activity that makes you sweat, you need to drink extra water to compensate for that fluid loss. Drink 12 ounces of water two hours before a workout, and another 12 ounces 30 minutes before you begin. While you are exercising, you should drink 4 to 8 ounces every 15 minutes. You should consume an additional 12 ounces within 30 minutes of the end of your workout. During intense exercise involving significant sweating — say, during a marathon — you may need a sports drink or coconut water rather than plain water, to replace the sodium lost in sweat.

    Environment: In hot or humid weather, you need to drink additional water to help lower your body temperature and to replace what you lose through sweating. You also need additional water in cold weather if you sweat while wearing insulated clothing. Heated indoor air can cause your skin to lose moisture, increasing your daily fluid requirement. Additionally, altitudes higher than 2,500 meters (8,200 feet) can affect how much water your body needs — higher altitudes may trigger increased urination and more rapid breathing, which use up more of your fluid reserves.

    JILLIAN’S TIP OF THE DAY 

    Don’t Count on Caffeine
    Some experts say that caffeinated beverages can count toward your daily water intake, but I disagree. Caffeine is a diuretic, draining precious water from your body at the very moment you’re trying to flush out the toxins. Limit yourself to one or two caffeinated beverages a day, and drink one extra glass of water for every caffeinated beverage you drink. Try an all-natural EBOOST to give you a lift or, if it’s the fizz that you crave, grab a flavored seltzer water (no sugar added) or a club soda to give your water a little kick.

    huuuuuhI love to share my unexpected moments of shame with the world. Like the day my pants fell down at the gym; or the day I slid seven feet to the floor off a Stair Master (twice); or the day my water bottle fell off the spin bike and exploded on the floor (that was my first spin class…my second was seven months later); or the day I had an all out brawl at Kohl’s in the lingerie (long-er-ay) section with Spanx (you know those were meant to be stepped into, not pulled over like a super big compression wrap?).

    So I thought to invite you- the readers of Sneaker Porn Diaries, those who follow, and those who would never admit to following but they do – what’s your silly weight loss story?

    The deadline for the Silliest Story…Like…Ever contest is July 15th, 2013. Submit your stories to sneakerporndiaries@yahoo.com using the following format:

    Please put “SNP Silly Story Contest” in the subject line of your email.
    Please keep your stories to no more than 700 words, check spelling and punctuation.
    Be sure to include your before & after picture, and a picture of your favorite pair of sneakers.
    Share your starting & current weight, age, city & state where you live.
    First names and the first letter of your last name will be shared on the blog if your story is chosen.
    If you have a blog, please include the blog address so your journey can be viewed by other readers!

    Deadline for submissions is July 15th, 2013. The Silliest Story winners will be announced on July 20th, 2013. And yes, there will be a PRIZE!

    Somewhere across the country there’s a secret collective of post-op dairy farmers. They haven’t been clear on their target market, or the cost of their product to consumers when it officially hits store shelves. One thing is clear: confidential sources have revealed they’re milking it for all it is worth.

    Ugh.

    Piece of advice: if you fell off the post-op salad truck, STOP posting, ‘What do I DO???” all over the internet. If you are a weight loss surgery post op for any length of time (two seconds, two months, two years, two decades), you know what you are supposed to do…unless of course you were hit on the head with fried Twinkies. Then you could be suffering from WLSPOA (weight loss surgery post op amnesia).

    To avoid becoming a POW, try the following steps:

    1. Talk to someone. You have a primary care doctor, you have a surgeon, you have a nutritionist. If any of these professionals have mysteriously vanished out of your life (alien abduction?)…FIND SOMEONE NEW. If you’re unable to do so then my assumption would be you reside on an island in total solitude, which means you have no access to communications and will not read this anyway.

    2. If you know you’re eating habits are bad, and you know you have consumed that which you probably are not supposed to (like a container of crispy oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from Trader Joe’s), get over it. It’s summer. You can grow stuff. Even better, you can pay someone who grew it already.

    3. If you have the phrase “I can’t afford to” flashing behind your eyelids in reference to item #2, hold your tongue. Chances are incredulously high you have, oh let’s see: all the cable channels, all the movie channels, a smart phone and a big ol’ plan.

    I whine to a select few of my friends, none of whom give me one ounce of slack because they’ve been privy to my weight loss changes. I don’t complain online all that often. Usually I will talk to someone who puts me in my place. I also yell at people. Ask my friend Anne. I chased her bum back across the football field at boot camp a few weeks ago for short-cutting the track, later I made her do half leap frogs. My trainer gives me no slack at all-and it has nothing to do my picture he put on his car advertisement. It’s because he remembers when I was the fattest woman in the gym, how my stomach drug the ground during push ups, or how 40lbs made a world of difference in climbing 17 steps.

    God, you have so much to celebrate. Don’t be a POW. Don’t focus on the prison and the chains…neither hold you anymore.

    If that doesn’t encourage you, get stuck somewhere. I got wedged in that little space there between the bed and nightstand over the weekend to fix the carpet. I hadn’t laughed that hard at myself in a long, long time.

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    A dear and close friend of mine replied to a text I sent her this morning with the following:

    I am very proud of your tenacity…

    ‘Tis a rare occasion when I become at a loss for words, today was one of those occasions.

    Never in a million years would I have said I was tenacious. It’s not been a word I have used when I’m asked to share bits and pieces of my story along the road of life. But I learned something today…I am every word that is found in the definition of tenacious.

    Are you?

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    I went with Bestie last night with L-Act and D-Tek to the castle of the Pastry King. They needed to check on a garden, Pastry King was visiting another realm, I needed to pick Bestie’s brain.

    Any amount of time spent in the vicinity of teenagers who get along like brother and sister and not like dueling squires, definitely bound to be interesting. As the chariot rattled down the road of death (seriously…I bet an entire family was swallowed alive in their chariot by the craters chiseled in that road!), L-Act ended a sentence with: “…I can act gay.”

    I promptly informed him he was in error. He replied, “I can too act gay.” Bestie and I both said, “You SO cannot act gay.”

    The next few comments left us a in massive fit of laughter and Bestie overshot the entrance to the castle by a good 200 feet.

    IMG_1077After we got wet and dirty dug holes and planted stuff, L-Act and D-Tek took care of a few chores in the castle. I was overwhelmed by MOC syndrome (Mud on Car)…”OMG Muddy” appeared out of nowhere on the rear door. I admitted to the deed…sort of…

    Best part of the night was after we left the castle of the Pastry King. Bestie asked D-Tek about a place in town and if they had deserts. The next five minutes were filled with D-Tek’s tale of sugary sweetness, she had the same glee in her voice when the Pastry King speaks such wonders. She is her fathers daughter.

    After a chai frappuccino, a mocha frappuccino with no coffee, a lemon pop, triple venti carmel frappuccino and a decaf (really???), L-Act popped out the playlist. We spent the next 30 minutes singing badly and laughing loudly (with tears). Bestie overshot the turn to take D-Tek to her palace because we were laughing so hard. Closer we got to D-Tek’s palace, the harder we laughed. Then the snorting. Then the laughter turned to squeals (that was me)….then Bestie shut us down for fear of what D-Tek’s mom would think (you know, that we were all nuts).

    This has nothing to do with exercise (unless you want to count the 40lb bags of potting soil I helped drag around and four holes I dug). I’m disgustingly happy, and having so much fun just being alive.

    shoeLast June I decided I was going to try out the StairMaster at the candy store gym.

    With determination driven by sheer purpose (I think I can, I think I can, I think I can) I strode across the gym. Tucked at the end of the last row of cardio paraphernalia were a handful of StairMaster machines. A lady was on the end unit, the second was empty, a gentleman was on the third one.

    Second thought…the use of “gentleman” is premature.

    I stuck my water bottle in the water bottle hole. Draped the smelly towel my membership entitled me to use for free over the hand rail (which smelled like it had been buried in a garbage can); got my playlist together (that’s code for I un-knotted my earphones), and finally with a cocky sense of purpose (know-it all-ness) I climbed upon the machine. Seven feet in the air I pushed the settings through to the program I wanted and pressed start (quick tip: what you set the elliptical to does not apply to the StairMaster. You might want to write that down.).

    I made a mental note that the heart rate figures I inputted were most likely wrong because the stairs started to move very rapidly, simulating – oh, I don’t know – how one might run up a flight of stairs! I made a go of it and attempted to get my footing while I desperately searched for a warning label that would have given some detail as to why my feet weren’t fitted to the steps. I also made another mental note: write Nautilus a letter which would state a warning label that shared the bottom step disappears would be vital…and lifesaving.

    I knew I needed to stop the machine and start over. I grabbed the top of the rail to pull myself up. My foot slipped off a step and as I slid down the length of the machine I uttered loudly, “You have GOT to be kidding me.”

    The lady to the right and the gentleman to the left never moved. They continued to stare ahead and climb to their destinations.

    I managed to get myself together and got the machine to cooperate. 30 minutes later I had logged 95 floors. I’m not entirely certain how floors are determined, but I don’t care. I did it.

    Afterward I hit the elliptical, and got grossed out when the little skinny chick next to me left the machine and didn’t clean it.

    Eew.