Group Fitness is for Pretty Girls

Okay, don’t let the title fool you. I’m just as enraged and confused as you are.

This morning, I went to the gym to achieve what I like to call Jell-o Arm Status. It was achieved, but that’s besides the point.

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As I was totally shredding my biceps, this (older) douche bag dude kept giving shit to every other guy that came through the room.

Hey, Mark! Glad to see you got your lazy ass outta bed this morning!

What’s up, Steve, you sonofabitch?

I was slightly annoyed, but Adam Levine was on the TV screen, so I was able to tune out most of his obnoxious bull shit. But then, I saw Paul, an older gentleman who is normally in Body Pump with me.

I gave him the Familiar Stranger Smile, and not a second later, The Douche Bag Dude approaches Paul.

Paul! My man! I’m glad to see you’re here in the weight room with the BIG BOYS and not that silly girl’s class. 

I could hear Paul laugh uncomfortably as I was laying down on the bench doing my chest presses.

Douche Bag continued, Paul – you need me to give you some real motivation. What can those girls in that class do for you besides stand there and look pretty?

I so badly wanted to swing a kettle bell and hit that guy straight in the throat, but I refrained.

I was so ticked off for some reason. Mainly because I hate douche bags who think if they simply STAND amongst the weights for an hour and talk shit, they’ve accomplished something. And secondly, dude, shut the fuck up. I’m sure every “pretty little girl” who takes Body Pump could easily kick your ass.

– end rant –

My Mom, the Champion Sportswear Fan

All my life, my mom has been this little petite woman with a slight aversion to fitness.

When I first told her that I was planning to run a half marathon, her response was not filled with pride and encouragement; no, it was “Well that sounds awful. I wouldn’t even want to drive 13 miles.”

When we’re driving and see someone running she says things like, “I wonder who’s chasing that poor man.”

I spent years asking her to workout with me, and she every time, she would literally laugh in my face.

But then out of nowhere, my mom decided that she was going to change her ways. When she asked me if I could show her “how the gym works” I felt dazed an confused.

Is this a joke? Are you making fun of me? 

No, she insisted it was, in fact, real life.  Real life it was, my friends. My mom is now something of a gym rat. She walks on the treadmill and watches Ellen. She does “the weights.” Sometimes, both in the same day.

She’s basically doing the damn thing and I could not be more proud of her. So when Champion offered to send Kate some cute workout gear for Mother’s Day, I was stoked.

She received the (surprise) package and called me saying, I’ve got something here for The Lunchbox Diaries. Why the hell did they send it here?

No, sweet mother, it’s a gift for you.


She’s the cutest. My mom adores these clothes, mainly because she’s a diva and won’t go to the gym without looking cute. And cute she looks, folks!

Champion gear makes her feel confident about stepping into the gym, and for that I couldn’t be more thankful.

Kate says the clothes fit “just right” and she enjoys how she doesn’t feel bogged down by a “bulky workout clothes.” If you’re interested in copying Kate’s swag (ha) check out these shorts, shirts, and jackets.

They’re mom AND daughter approved 😉

PS – Don’t forget to join my Motivation to MOVE Challenge!!

Boho Cycle Studio

Hi, friends! I have something real exciting to talk to you about today. I am super impressed with my friend Shannon – whom you may recognize from the delicious blog, Thirsty Richmond.

She’s freakin’ gorgeous.

Basically, Shannon is amazing. Not only is she stunning, loves food, and is genuinely likable – she’s started her own business, Boho Cycle Studio. Yeah, you read that correctly – HER OWN BUSINESS.

Shannon tells me that:

Boho Cycle Studio is Richmond’s only fitness studio specializing in and dedicated to indoor cycling. We have taken elements and ideas from yoga, mixed them with what it feels like to dance all night at a nightclub, and put it on a bike!

Unlike big gyms that offer indoor cycling, we dedicate all of our energy to making every class an exceptional ride. We have created a format that is a full body conditioning experience, geared to riders at every fitness level. There are no contracts or commitments required as we operate on a pay per class model.

We are dedicated to giving back to our community by promoting a healthy lifestyle. We provide discounted rides to students, fundraising rides for local charities, and healthy resources to riders and neighbors. Riding at Boho is not just a work out. It is an experience. A party on a bike!

Clip in. Let go. Enjoy the ride.

Here’s the cool part: Boho Cycle Studio, has been entered in a Start-Up Competition through the Richmond Chamber of Commerce and needs votes to get to the finals.

Voting starts TODAY and ends on THURSDAY. Here is what you have to do to vote.

1. Go to

2. Click to vote and select Boho Cycle Studio

3. Repeat once a day for three days

4. Imagine Shannon and me high fiving you in amazing gratitude and thanks!

I realize that you, dear reader, may not be all about indoor cycling or even from Richmond, but at the end of the day, it is about so much more than that! It is about supporting a woman owned business that spreads the message of health, wellness, and having a great time!

I’m also not above a little incentive.

If you go and vote for BOHO (you DO NOT have to be a Richmond dweller) leave a comment telling me you did. I’ll put you in the running to receive some Love Grown Granola from my own pantry.

Thanks, friends!! Voting ends Thursday, so I’ll announce the LFG winna on Friday! :)

Sometimes {I Don’t Make it to the Gym}

I go to the gym in the morning.

Let me rephrase: If I go to the gym, I go in the morning.

And lately, that’s a big fat if.

Sometimes, my bed is just too warm to leave.

Sometimes, I’d rather beat the breakfast rush than rush to the gym.

Sometimes, I make plans to go in the afternoon, but then I realize my pajama pants make more sense than my yoga pants.

Sometimes, I make myself believe that I have an ailment that prevents me from making it to the gym. You know, like a random knee pain an hour before I’m supposed to be at Body Pump.

Sometimes, I think: Oh, hell, what’s the point?

Sometimes, it feels like a chore. And I hate chores.

Sometimes, I’d rather watch Ellen and Dr. Phil.

Sometimes, I’d rather be at home than at the gym when Cory gets home from work.

Sometimes, I can’t say no to comfy clothes, pizza, and a glass (or two, or three) of wine.

 Sometimes, yes, sometimes – I do make it five days a week, but that’s not always the case. The reason I mention this is because I like to consider myself an advocate for the average person, you know?

And when it comes to physical fitness, I think most average people fall below the recommended daily amount – and you know what, that’s okay. Sometimes.

Do I condone laziness, overeating, or your letting spectator sports count as your physical activity? Heck no!

I simply condone giving fitness your honest to goodness best effort. We all have our own “sometimes.” The point is to not make them our “always.”

The Little Things (that Make me Happy)

Life is so wonderful, and so full of happy things, that sometimes words fail to describe it’s goodness. If you look for them, the little things add up quickly, and it’s difficult not to be overwhelmed by joy.

Here are some little things that have happened lately that reminded me how HAPPY life can be 😉

– My brother’s girlfriend sent me the most perfect keychain ever. #HungerGamesSuperFan

– Going out to dinner with Cory, and getting overly excited when my best friend and her parents (my “Richmond parents”) walked through the door and got seated right next to us!

– Getting a haircut and not hating it. (Alert the press: I took a selfie! I took it to send to my mom, if that makes it any less douche-y.) I’ve been known to cry after getting haircuts, so this is so not a little thing. I wish I was kidding.

– Ethiopian food. Richmond friends, you MUST check out Addis downtown! The food is incredible, and the entire experience is (what I imagine to be) super authentic. I mean, any time I eat dinner without silverware, but with injera (Ethiopian bread), I consider it to be authentic.

– Waiting all week for my beloved Friday cup of decaf coffee. It might be the crazy in me, or the fact that I have dwindled my 4 – 5 cups of coffee per week to one cup of decaf coffee per week, but man, 7-11 coffee is where it’s at.

– A Sunday morning breakfast date with my main squeeze, and breaking my one-coffee-per-week-jail sentence – rule. Watch out world, a decaffeinated rebel walks amongst you. Richmond friends, Brick House Diner in Midlothian is the perfect little breakfast place!

– Hosting a bridal shower at my house for my friend, Danielle!

– Having a doggy who just wuvs to be near me.

– Having a functioning garage door thanks to my a) my parents for buying it and b) my SUPER handy husband. Seriously, there’s nothing that this guy can’t make/fix/do.

– Being well, appreciating the gift of an able-body (working out is a gift, not a chore!), and having a job that I genuinely enjoy! (<— Not little things, but they are things that make me happy every day!)

Let’s chat – Tell me a “little thing” that makes YOUR life great!

The Couple that Namastes Together, Stays Together(?)

Today, Cory and I tried something new and took a yoga class together.

I hyped up this upcoming experience like nobody’s business because yoga at my old gym was totally perfect.

Cory, you’ll feel so relaxed and centered.


Cory, the couple that namastes together, STAYS together. 

Cory. Get ready for your life to be changed. Forever. 

At this point Cory looked through the windows to my soul and told me to namastopit.

So, 5:30 AM came and I was ready and excited to calm the hell down and find my center.

Unfortunately, the instructor was a snobby substitute for the normal instructor. I was hoping for a nice Vinyasa flow, but she was more of a bougie show off than anything else. At one point, she asked the class “Do you guys do (insert random body-twisting pose here)?” And everyone shrugged, as best as the could while in bow pose.


She replied in a snarky tone, “It really helps if you learn the lingo.”

At this point, I look to Cory, who looks just as hilariously as uncomfortable as I do, and I laugh out loud.

It felt worse than laughing in church during Station of the Cross.

Needless to say, Cory hated it and my words currently hold no weight in this household. I’m hoping to redeem myself soon.

Let’s chat – Do you and your partner workout together? If you’re single, do you have a workout buddy?

Fitness Friday: A Laid Back Approach

I was doing pretty good with Fitness Fridays for about about six weeks, but I totally dropped the ball. The last one was back in August!

In case you’re interested, the other topics I covered were as follows:

I’ll be honest with you, I haven’t worked out all week. Then why bring back the Fitness Friday now, Colleen?

Well, I take that back. I went to Body Pump on Monday morning, but I ducked out early, as a migraine from the previous night hadn’t fully subsided. *Note: Weight lifting does NOT help a head ache.

 The thing is, it’s been great. I’ve slept in until 6:45 (!!) all week, and I haven’t felt one bit of remorse or guilt. Like, none. (If you’ve been reading for a while, you know how huge that is for me.)

Actually, over the past few weeks, my approach to fitness has been pretty laid back. I’ll go to about four classes a week, and on weekend mornings, my workout consists of an hour long walk with Cory and Campbell. Those walks are fantastic, and I truly look forward to them.

Brown’s Island is our favorite #rva :)

I applaud the bloggers who I follow who go balls to the wall all day, every day. I appreciate the lovely ladies who are constantly tweaking their diet to be as clean and paleo/vegan/vegetarian/no carbs as possible. In a way, I feel that they’re better than me. More dedicated, if you will.

Because, let’s be honest: I eat meat, cheese, sugar (real and fake), carbs, and foods that come out of boxes and bags.


If a fall into the comparison trap, those people make me feel a little bad about myself. How stupid, right?!

But then I remember, that as long as what I’m doing works for me, that’s all that really matters. And that’s the message I want you to remember for yourself, too. :)

Who knows, maybe next week I’ll be tweeting pictures of a treadmill after I crush a 5 mile run (highly unlikely) or maybe I’ll make it to the gym 6 days out of the week (again – unlikely),


but all I know is that I’ll be doing what feels good and right. I’m not forcing or guilting myself into doing anything.

That’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it! 😉 Have a wonderful weekend, my friends! We’re off to do the final walk through of the house!

I’m Hooked: Why I’m Lovin’ Yoga

When I injured my ankle last month (which is doing much better by the way), my fitness routine inevitably changed. I had to take a chill pill, get creative, and step outside my fitness box.

Running and any sort of plyometrics were out of the question. Body Pump remained constant, but everything else had to fall to the wayside.

I needed something new. Enter: Yoga

Yoga was something I had never done before. When I was married to P90X, I tried the yoga DVD for five minutes before I rendered it useless.

This doesn’t make me sweat! I need to burn one million calories! Who cares if I can’t touch my toes!?

Needless to say, my tone has changed. Determined not to turn into a mushy mound of flesh, I gave yoga a try last week. I told Emily that I wouldn’t be trying the class alone, so she had to go with me. Neither of us were particularly excited, as we were both convinced we’d hate it.

Um. Wrong.

Guys, I don’t have one snarky or sarcastic thing to say about my yoga experience – other than the fact that “happy baby pose” nearly made Emily and I lose it.

Our class was at 6AM, and I left feeling absolutely energized, calm, and accomplished. Not ten minutes into the workout, I looked over at Emily and mouthed Oh my God, I’m actually sweating! 

Additionally, I had been a nervous wreck all week – just anxious about anything and everything (does anyone else ever get like that?) and I was blown away by how practicing yoga one time had such a positive effect of my state of mind.

With the little research I’ve done so far, I’m convinced that yoga needs to be a part of my regular routine. And I don’t even need to Google how great the effects are – look at my Aunt Janet! She is my fitness inspiration, for sure. If she does yoga, I do too! :)

Listen – I can’t touch my toes (yet), I don’t know the names of any poses besides Downward Dog, Child’s, and Happy Baby (yet), and I don’t move in a fluid motion (yet) – but I have a feeling I’ll be sticking around long enough to get there eventually.

If you’re a yoga pro or just starting out – make sure to link up with my friend Courtney – she has a great Yoga Challenge going on now!

Let’s chat – What’s your take on yoga? If you have a success story (i.e. you couldn’t touch your toes, but now you can) please share! 

Weekend in Review

Hello, my friends! I hope you had a spectacular weekend. I was absolutely swamped with work and school last week, so it was absolutely necessary to step away from all things interweb related.

I think I utilized Twitter/Instagram/Facebook a total of five times in three days.

But believe it or not, just because I wasn’t living via social media, I was in fact actually living.

Crazy – right?! 😉

I had a ca-razy week between work and school, so to start things off, I felt the need to self-medicate in the best way I know how.

Nothing like eating your feelings, am I right?!

Come Saturday, Cory and I had the pleasure of attending a couple’s shower for our friends Cush and Rachel. I thought the theme was so cute – before they share the same last name, let’s stock them up to entertain! 

Rachel’s aunt and uncle hosted the party and it was absolutely perfect. Everyone agreed it was the most gorgeous home any of us had ever visited, and we had an absolute blast. Even the dads joined in our fun!

I hate shots, by the way. This is my nervous laugh face.

Sunday was much more low key. Our awesome dog woke us up at 6:45, so we begrudgingly started our day before the sun rose. Per the usual, we got rid of some of Campbell’s energy by taking him on a 3 mile walk.

Although I wasn’t thrilled to wake up super early, I adore our morning weekend walks. I truly value that uninterrupted hour of conversation and quality time with Cory. Although I’m ready to move out of the city, I will miss this little loop of ours.

Speaking of leaving the city – we drove out to check on the progress of our house, which is always exciting. Things really seem to be coming along! Come onnn, December!

And lastly, inspired by my friend Hollie’s recent post, I wanted to highlight my Sunday dinner (after our pizza order didn’t pan out – ugh, online ordering.)

And with that, it’s officially time to kick off my birthday week! 😉 Have a great day, friends!

Let’s chat:

  • When is your birthday? Mine is on Friday!  

Injurys + Irrational Thoughts (and Staying Positive)

What a title, huh? 😉

As some of you know, three weeks ago I took a nasty spill in a Body Step class and really jacked up my pride ankle. When it happened, I thought a sprain was no big deal and that I’d be back to normal business in a few days.

Um, that didn’t happen.

For some reason I felt phony writing about a sprained ankle injury because I know so many of you athletes out there are dealing with much more serious situations, but I reminded myself that this blog is about my experiences – not someone else’s (and I don’t mean to sound snarky saying that)

In case you didn’t know, dealing with an ankle sprain is no joke. For the first week following my drama-queen fall, I didn’t work out at all. The thought didn’t depress me then, mainly because I could barely walk.

The following week, I added Body Pump back into my routine, but I was shaky when it came to lunges. At this point, the mild frustration started to set in – as did the irrational thoughts.

This past Thursday, I had reached a boiling point. I felt myself getting flabby (most likely an irrational belief) and I felt myself slipping into the all-consuming feeling of self-consciousness – a slip I hadn’t made in quite some time.

So, I decided to say fuck it to my ankle and I went back to Body Step.

My instructor said that she was surprised to see me back, and I had to agree with her. I was so nervous. As class went on, I couldn’t help but hear the wet cracking sound that my ankle made when I fell, and in turn, I did the grandma version of each modified version.

It was bad.

I’m sure I only broke a sweat because I was thinking so hard.

And, to my utter disappointment, my ankle was not having it.

I’m mad at myself for going to class and irritating my ankle, I’m becoming impatient to the fact that my ankle hasn’t healed yet, and I’m frustrated that my physical activity has essentially been cut in half.

I’m trying to maintain a positive attitude and not slip into fat-freak-out-mode, which is hard. But, it’s Monday – a Body Pump day – so for now, I’ll be happy with that :)

Let’s chat – Have you ever dealt with an injury – big or small – that impeded on your fitness routine?