Janae Says...

I started counting macros (i.e. flexible dieting, iifym) on February 23 when I started training for my race. I wrote a blog about that before. At that time, I had lost six pounds. My experiment worked. I've now been tracking macros for 17 weeks and two days. I am down about 18 pounds. I've kind of stalled the past couple of weeks because I haven't been very disciplined about my food--not out of control, but not awesome either. I have been disappointed at my lack of progress recently. But knowing it's been 17 weeks and I'm down 18 pounds makes me feel better. It shows me I'm right on track for a healthy pace of weight loss--one pound per week. I still want to drop another 10 pounds but am not rushing it. I will get there. I'm also trying to focus on clothes, sizes, and measurements. Maybe I haven't lost weight, but I very well could just be losing fat and turning it into muscle with all the weights I've been doing. After my race, I had Dallas r

I like to consider myself a consistent blogger. Then I see one post per month or less, and I feel like I'm a failure. Oh well. Here is a recap of some things that have happened. In April, we went to California. And Disneyland. And took our first trip to the temple together as a couple to do my mimi's (paternal grandmother) baptism. And we went to a Bees game. In May, we celebrated Patrick's birthday Avengers style, my parents sent me an edible arrangement, Patrick's nephew was born, we got engaged, we house shopped, I picked a wedding dress (no picture here!), I ran a half marathon, I moved to my roommate's townhome, we went to another Bees game, and I ran a 5K with an awesome third grader. He put the balloons on the ceiling. Bees game with friends Girls on the Run event with Reagan Roses at my roommate's townhome And so far in June... We tried The Chocolate (OMG why didn't anyone tell me abo

Well, I committed to a race in February, and I blogged a little about the training. It was a 12 week schedule. And I accidentally started a week early. So I ended up repeating week 8 (or was it 9?). Anyway, I drove down to Alpine and had my stuff all ready to go. I was pretty disappointed that there were only THREE outhouses. Granted, there were not that many runners, but still. You know that everyone  is going to pee before they run 13.1 miles. I was grateful that the weather, which was predicted as rain, was actually clear and lovely. I enjoyed my run. I stopped for water several times. I even slowed to take pictures when I was close to the mountain. One major hiccup was at mile 10. With only 5K left to go, my Bluetooth headphones died. They straight up died. They didn't beep due to low battery. Nothing. Just suddenly the music stopped. I am probably much too dependent on music for my runs. I ended up holding my phone in my hand with the music on speaker so I could finish

So many people who don’t know Patrick, haven’t met him, or haven’t heard me talk much about him always ask me, “So who is this guy?” How am I supposed to answer that? He’s certainly a guy. And he’s the guy I’m marrying. But here are some facts about him you may not have known. Hopefully he won't be too mad at me for any of this because he is a super private person. But here we go! 1. He loves baths. That’s right. My man who can tear down walls, build, sand, and refinish cabinets, and smoke some yummy pork loves bubble baths. We aren’t just talking about the in and out kind either. We are talking about the kind that involves lavender and menthol bath salts. The kind that involves a bath pillow. That’s right, a bath pillow. 2. He has a very clean car. In fact, clean cars are so important to him that it stresses him out when my car gets dirty. He has cleaned my car inside and out on more than one occasion, bringing his microfiber cloth out and wiping down my dashboard, usin