Yoga Challenge: Day 1

Today began my week long Yoga Challenge! I’ve been a bit anxious but mostly super excited: I’m finally strong enough mentally and physically, to do this thing I’ve been wanting to do for years. Wow.

Today was supposed to be an intermediate level class for me and my yogi partner in crime/friend I conned into participating. Supposed to be. We’ve both been practicing for a bit, so we’re familiar with yoga, but we’re no masters by any means.

Imagine our terror, then, when we discovered that our class was a) a more advanced class with an instructor who told us, “I teach this class at a more advanced level,” and b) heated. To 105°.


Oh, hello Panic. Nice to see ya.

But, friends, I loved it! I totally expected to puke, pass out, walk out, dissolve into a fit of giggles at how out of place I was, come out with a migraine, and/or die of heat stroke. But…none of that.


I struggled, yes. And the sweat! I didn’t know you could sweat like that! But my muscles felt so loose, and I just relished every second in that room. Unreal.

Throughout the class, I felt like the instructor was talking directly to me. She spoke about being grateful for the moment and the fact that we were able to even be in that space. She said you are stronger than you think. Love your body as is, don’t worry about expectations: how you’re supposed to move, how you’re supposed to look. You are strong.


I am strong.

Tomorrow: Spin Yoga!


The first thing I did when I started this blog was attempt to run. I wanted to be a runner. I’ve always envied those teeny girls just gracefully loping down the street in their cute outfits and colorful Nikes.

But running at 300+ pounds? Ah, yeah. No. More like shuffling my feet while wheezing, huffing and puffing, and generally jiggling about. It’s uncomfortable, to say the least.

And as I’ve lost weight, it hasn’t become any easier. Sometimes it just plain hurts my body, or I can’t get my mind to stop focusing on how hard it is to breath. But mostly, running for me is difficult (probably) because I don’t do it consistently. For a few weeks, I’ll be determined to tackle it and breakthrough that barrier…but then I don’t make progress. I can’t jog more than eight minutes at a time. And so I move on. I go to Boot Camp, I take up cycling. I don’t run.  This summer, I’ve been focusing on just moving my body more consistently and trying new things, like my Yoga Challenge.

But then I go and I sign up for not one but three 5K races. THREE! I had a goal to run five races this year, and apparently, I’m actually going to accomplish that goal. Imagine that.

The first race is in three weeks (holy geeze) and the second is the day after my birthday (wahoo!) in September. Thankfully the third is in January, so I have time, but…you guys! This sucks! I want to know: a) why can’t I just freakin’ run already? Plenty of heavier people do! Why can’t I? I used to be an athlete, I used to run all the time, and b) What was I thinking?!

I’ve done 5K’s before, this is true (see above). But I’m sick of being slow. I’m sick of watching my friends and family finish in, like, 26 minutes and then they have to wait around for my dragging butt to cross at least a good ten minutes later. It’s so obnoxious.

And I hate the pressure a race puts on you—or, really, the pressure you put on yourself because of a race. For me, the pressure cycle progresses as such:

  • I am determined to be a runner! I can do this!
  • I sign up for a race.
  • Said race starts to approach, so I start running.
  • I nearly pass out after a pathetic 3 minutes of “running” (I swear I walk faster than I run…is that possible?).
  • I get mad at myself for sucking so bad. Worst case scenario: I go on a classic two-week food binge and don’t move from in front of the TV.
  • Unconditioned, I hobble through the finish line: proud, but determined to do better next time.
  • I try to “do better,” fail, get frustrated…and the cycle repeats.

Seriously, I’m getting agitated and angry with myself just writing this…

I have nothing else to say on the topic other than I truly loathe running, I want to love it, and I’m going to keep trying to do just that. I’ll probably again get stuck in the above cycle at some point, but if it hasn’t defeated me over the past 18 months, it’s not gonna now. Eff that noise. I’ll beat it.

Crazy Person

This summer has been one of the best of my life. I’ve been conquering fears left and right and, for the first time since I can remember, I’ve actually been able to enjoy all this fleetingly short time of year brings: sleeveless tops and dresses, swimsuits and beach time, running, biking, swimming, moving (and being comfortable doing so) outdoors.
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IMG_2824Now that all this amazingness is slowly coming to a close, I want to go out with a bit of a bang, and bite off something I’ve wanted to do for awhile. There’s a high-end chain boutique-type yoga studio around here called CorePower Yoga that offers a free week of classes to new students. I’ve wanted to try this place for years, especially once they built a studio literally two blocks from my house.
IMG_20130804_160359So since I’ve fallen in love with yoga this summer (see above), and I feel more comfortable exposing my body in that way, I’m finally going to give it a go.

Enter The Yoga Challenge.

I somehow convinced my good friend to attempt this feat with me, so at the very least I’ll have someone to giggle with as we attempt to turn out bodies into pretzels.  Starting next week, we’ll be trying a new class every day. There’s a spin-yoga combo class, sculpting weight-based classes…and for our final class, we’ll be attempting the infamous hot yoga, where studio temps are 105°. Side note: I may very well be crazy. And in case you need further proof of that, I’m also planning to continue my 5K training for my upcoming race on September 7.


As always, I urge you to follow me on Twitter and Instagram for what will inevitably be a good chuckle at my expense (you’re welcome, dear readers). I’m MandaKayMakesIt on both. I will be posting (hopefully daily) on here, but there will undoubtedly be some extra goodies popping up on social media.

I’m really excited to see how I handle this. I’ve really been digging yoga lately, but I feel like this is a whole other ballgame. Should be an interesting week, to say the least…

Hooray for new challenges! 

Magic In Ordinary Times

This past weekend was one of those rare collections of days where everything seems to be happening for a very specific reason, like the Universe is telling you to pay attention.

The message this weekend? Well, there were plenty of them, just read on. But number one with a bullet? You are stronger than you think.
We’re all aware of what happened on Saturday…conquering fears, pushing past limits, breaking down boundaries. Well, my Sunday played out in a similar, though less dramatic, way.

The morning started with yoga in the park with one of my dearest friends. And this was no sluff of a class, either. With the Minneapolis skyline in front of me, and a soft, summer breeze blowing across my face…man, I was blissed in. It felt so amazing to just be, stretch, breathe, and connect with everything around me—especially after the frenetic pace of Saturday! After class, my friend and I were chatting when she suddenly stopped and said, “Look how big we’re both smiling right now! I love it!” That comment stuck with me throughout the day. Do more of what makes you happy.

20130804_09475620130804_09474720130804_110742After yoga, we grabbed a coffee and headed to the Animal Humane Society to play with the little cuties. Old Manda Kay would have had to go home, shower, do my hair and makeup, change, etc. New Manda Kay just changed shirts and went. Makeup-free, sweaty matted down yoga hair. Out the door. You are good enough as is. Don’t waste life worrying on the opinions of others.

We spent a few hours over lunch enjoying a healthy meal, discussing the future, and doing a little house hunting (we’re both looking to move to a new place in the city). Decide what and who to be, then go be it.

After lunch, we headed back to our garden. We weeded, watered, and thinned out. We also got to harvest lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, turnips, and zucchini.
20130804_15480120130804_15182220130804_151325 20130804_204159Later that evening, I did a little experimenting with the carrots and turnips (neither of which I’ve ever enjoyed eating) and created a simple new recipe: pan roasted honey glazed carrots and turnips (recipe coming tomorrow!). Nothing feels better than living a clean, healthy lifestyle.

It was a truly transformative weekend, one that has inspired and motivated me to push harder and keep moving forward. Your journey may be long, but it is always worth it.



There are certain experiences in life where the phrase ‘once is enough’ is more than apt. You know, like having your wisdom teeth pulled. Or high school. The marathon-length bike race I participated in on Saturday? That’s another.

Don’t get me wrong—I loved the experience. I’m so proud of myself for doing it (alone), and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. But after I finished, the first thing I said to my friend was, “I never thought I’d say this, but I’d rather run than bike.” So, there’s that 🙂

The day started at 4:15am. Woof. I fumbled sleepily into my gear—including the size XL spandex, tapered-waist legit cycling jersey. Which, I mean, fitting into that was accomplishment enough for me!
IMG_20130802_163914After struggling in the pitch black dark for a good 20 minutes trying to secure my bike to the rack on my car, I stopped at Starbucks (naturally), then proceeded to a nearby gas station to top off the air in my front tire, which had seemed a little low the night before.

The second I tried to fill the tire, the entire thing went flat. There I was, mere hours away from a more-than-daunting bike ride, alone, in the dark, with a flat bike tire. The option to forget the race and go back to bed was extremely appealing.

Instead, I sucked it up and headed out to Minnetonka, where the race was happening. Thankfully, the Universe was on my side, and the rather handsome gentleman who parked next to me offered me his bike pump. Tire filled with air, I solved crisis
#1.20130803_074155IMG_20130803_064250I met up with some of my co-workers before the race (which was a fundraiser for our organization), and then headed to my corral. The nerves were working overtime.
IMG_054820130803_072253 20130803_070825And then, just like that, me and 3,000 other riders were off! The first five miles wove around Lake Minnetonka—a gorgeous spot. At the mile 5 rest stop, I stopped to grab a drink of water and kept right on pedaling. This wasn’t so bad!

IMG_20130803_071836And then the hills started. Followed by my mental and out loud swearing.

Those hills didn’t stop, either, my friends. They were literally non-stop for the next 11 freaking miles. Up and up we climbed, with very little downhill relief. Plain and simple, it sucked. I made it up most of them, though, only partially walking up four total. Yes, I counted. Thank you, spin class!

Right at the base of one of those giant mothers, right around mile 8, my handlebars decided it was a good time to go ahead and give up. Normally, when holding your handlebars, you fingernails are parallel to the ground, right? Well, because of the way the handlebars shifted, mine were literally pointed towards the sky. The pressure on my palms was ridiculous—in fact, my palms are the only part of me that really aches now, two days later.

After much frustration, and a few futile attempts by me to fix the problem with my limited tool kit and even more limited bike knowledge, I finally made it to the mile 16 rest stop. I had the option to quit here. But no. Forget that. I grabbed an apple and filled my water bottle, listened to the polka band playing the Beer Barrel Polka, then pulled up to the service station they had set-up. I tell you, this was the most organized race, filled with the most helpful, kind people. Not two minutes later, my handlebars were fixed, I felt the sugar from my snack kick-in, and I set out to conquer the last ten miles.
20130803_095132Thankfully, the majority of those last few miles were on a beautiful dirt trail. I was singing to myself (yes, aloud), doing a little dance, and then I suddenly felt myself just completely overcome. And I was crying. Typical. But I was suddenly just so proud of myself. I was completely alone, attempting this crazy ride with no prior experience, no idea where I was going, still weighing over 300 lbs, still struggling with all the baggage of all that. But there I was. Still pedaling.

The tears were replaced by pure exhaustion and anger, though, as I reached the final two miles and saw the crazy bastard of an ascent that was in front of me: three giant hills up to the finish line. I now understand what athletes mean when they say they hit a wall. I stopped to catch my breath and collect myself, wondering how in the world I was going to finish this. My legs felt like they couldn’t go another foot, let alone two miles uphill.
IMG_20130803_094543When moments like that happen, you have to shut off your mind and just go. Just do it.

Those last miles were the worst. But I literally and consciously turned off all my negative internal chatter and just focused on getting my body through it. Up the hills, across the finish line.

Three hours, 2,600 calories, and 26 miles later…I was done. I finished!
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In situations like this, I’m always looking for the lessons. What did this experience teach me about myself and the world around me? Here are my takeaways from this race:

1. First and foremost, I don’t push myself hard enough. 26 miles on a bike with little conditioning? I can accomplish so much if I just go out and do it.

2. People are, in their heart of hearts, truly kind and good. Everyone involved with this race—before, during, and after—was so helpful, so encouraging, so supportive. I was continually blown away by this. I returned the sentiment, as well, cheering on individuals I saw struggling on the route, saying ‘thank you’ to every volunteer I passed.

3. No matter where you are in life, what struggles you face, what you’ve yet to accomplish…take time to appreciate and be proud of you: where you are, who you are, right now. Driving home post-race, with the sun pouring in my windows, sweaty hair blowing in the wind, my favorite song on the radio…I’ve never smiled so big. I was so proud, so in the moment, so insanely, big-time in love with me and what I had just achieved.

4. Keep going. Always keep going. You are stronger than you think.

Thank you all for your love, support, and encouragement throughout this whole ordeal. It was quite the adventure and, frankly, quite fun!


Hi y’all! Just popping in to remind you that I have my first ever bike…cycling…whatever race tomorrow! 26 miles, baby! Let’s do it!

The alarm is set:


The tapered spandex size XL jersey actually fits:


And I am ready! Don’t forget: I’ll be live tweeting and Instgramming this thang, so follow me at both spots if you’re…interested/super bored/needing cheap amusement/hungover. @MandaKayMakesIt. And, of course, I’ll be back around these parts later this weekend for a full recap!

Thanks for the support, guys! I’m excited and nervous–it’s going to be great!

It’s Literally A Marathon, Not A Sprint

Welp, I’m terrified.Capture

Remember that cycling race I signed up for awhile back? The one on my summer bucket list? Well, if you need me this Saturday, I’ll be somewhere along the above 26 mile route. I mean, I hope I stay on course. I don’t want to end up in Wisconsin. Or (shudder) Iowa!

I’m nervous, I’m anxious, I have no idea what to expect. And I’m doing it all alone since my planned buddy couldn’t make it and the crew I roll with would be more inclined to participate if the ride looked like this:
pedal pub 2Since this is a ride vs. a race, I plan to share the whole butt-numbing adventure on Instagram and Twitter–so be sure to follow me! And if you’re really bored, you can watch my little dot move LIVE! on Map My Ride. You know, to make sure I don’t actually end up in Iowa. I’m MandaKayMakesIt on all three platforms.

As I mentioned before, this whole thing is a fundraiser for an autism organization I’m involved with. I have done zero fundraising, thanks to a busy, busy schedule, but if you’re so inclined, you can click here to make a donation. And I thank you in advance for your kind generosity 🙂

Finally, be sure to pop back over here Sundayish for a full recap of what I’m sure will be a day full of teary breakthroughs (drama queen) and more embarrassing little moments than I can imagine. Yay!

Color Me…Happy!

20130714_101237This weekend, a giant group of my loud, crazy, fun extended family descended on my town to join me in The Color Run. If you haven’t heard of this run, the self-proclaimed “happiest 5K on the planet”, do yourself a favor and sign up for a race. You will love it!

I truly believe that in order for any sort of long-term exercise plan to be effective, you need to: 1. find fun ways to be active, and 2. find fun people to have that active fun with. This Color Run was exactly that.

So, to extend all that happy and fun, the night before the race, the whole gang met up at Sea Salt–an amazing restaurant at Minnehaha Falls. We enjoyed some libations, delish sea food, and a beautiful Minnesota summer night.


Broasted salmon with dill yogurt sauce, fennel orange salad, and melon

Instagramming while drinking. It should be a punishable offense.



During the actual race, I kept pace with my brother. He was so great about pushing me to go further, go faster. I ended up actually running the majority of the course (which surprised me), and I finished strong by joining my cousin and her friends (who are much speedier than I) to cross the finish line. It’s safe to say my love-hate relationship with running is officially back on the “love” side of things.

And then post-race…obviously more drinking and eating must happen. Obviously. And it should probably be on a patio somewhere where you can enjoy the sunshine and really bake that color powder into your pores.

Oh, and blowing my nose more than 24 hours later? Like a rainbow 🙂 Thanks for a fantastic weekend, Family and Color Run!

We’re On The Move…

In case you haven’t noticed, that little ticker over there, the one that tracks the pounds I’ve lost, has been moving steadily down for the past few weeks. After, what, 9 freaking months stuck in the 320’s, I’m officially and finally back down to 313–67lbs down, what I weighed on my birthday in September, my lowest weight since starting this journey.
15612389.weight-lost-mdI don’t know what’s changed, really. Maybe it’s the lower, healthier-carb, gluten-limiting diet I’ve been trying my damnedest to stick to, or the fact that I’ve been working out consistently, or the fact that I’ve really been working through my share of emotional baggage. Divulging my starting weight, struggling to find balance across all aspects of life, reminding myself of the why’s and what’s of what I’m doing, remembering each day that I’m worth it…you know, little things like that 🙂

Me and my new best gal: Lou, the bicycle

Me and my new best gal: Lou, the bicycle


My plans for the summer, taped to the fridge for motivation: get into the 200’s!

When I bought my Polar HRM, I could barely close it on the third notch. Now?  The fifth notch.

When I bought my Polar HRM last summer, I could barely close it on the third notch. Now? The fifth.

It may also be due to the fact that I’ve been working myself of the Metformin I was taking for my PCOS. I’ve been getting horrendous hives all over my body and couldn’t take it anymore. That, coupled with the fact that I wasn’t noticing any difference in my weight and my energy levels plummeted, convinced me that I was better off without it. I’ve lost 60-some pounds without that medication. I can lose more.

I’m sure it’s some combination of all these things, but the important point here is that I’m once again making real, before-my-eyes-progress. And while I know progress lies beyond the scale, when you don’t see that number budge for months on end, it becomes quite the de-motivator.

But now? Just try and stop me, baby!