Thursday, October 28, 2010
...another pound of fat, that is! That's how I like to think of my workouts sometimes - me, blasting away those calories, calling my muscles into battle against those lazy little fat cells that do little more than take up space in my body. A big workout, like my SIBCCT last night, is full on war against fat!
Okay, okay. So I know you all are wondering just what exactly I did last night at the gym. Right? ...RIGHT? You see, I have a little secret to tell you...everyone pull in a little closer to the screen...can't have this getting out! PTs would KILL me if they knew I told you! ;)
...You can be your OWN personal trainer!
Yep, I said it. PTs of the world -- please don't kill the messenger! Last night, after a little online research and a firm plan of action in my head, I challenged myself to another round of Self-Induced Boot Camp Circuit Training. And the big secret is...you can too!
How It Works
Boot Camp - Think military drills. Even if you aren't in the military, one viewing of G.I. Jane, or one of the countless other movies that deal with boot camp training, will have you feeling more in the know. And the best part? Little to no equipment needed!
Circuit Training - Just watch Jillian Michaels' 30 Day Shred, or one of the many circuit training DVDS, or visit a Curves gym just once, and you'll start to see how this works. Bursts of cardio mixed with bursts of ST exercises. Lather, rinse, and repeat. Don't know what kind of ST to do? Just think about ways you can use your body as a counter weight - no equipment needed! Surf through fitness magazines or online or through Spark! And make sure you find exercises for each major part of the body.
The key? Push yourself and KEEP MOVING! Always moving, always keeping your body guessing, always pushing yourself to stretch the idea of what your limitations are.
Last Night's Program
I downloaded an app for my iPhone that beeps at me every minute (or however long I set it), so I turned that on and got started.
First up is always the stretching and warm-up. Get those muscles loosened up and get warmed up. You don't want to go from 0 to 160 in 2.2 seconds. Not great on an engine, not so great on your body either. Don't know what to do? Seriously, Google is your friend! My warm-up was a little different last night because I really wanted to push to burn more than 700 calories. I stretched and then did 25 minutes on the elliptical machine.
Just don't stop! For 60 seconds straight (or however long you decide), go at the fastest pace you can. Aren't to running yet in your fitness level? No problem! Walk as fast as you can for 60 seconds. Get that heart rate up!
I did 12. I wanted to do a full 60 seconds, but I didn't take into account the time it would take me to get to each station, so my timer was a little screwed up. If that happens, just go with it. Count to 60 in your head or set a specific number to do.
Again, challenge yourself. It will all depend upon where you are physically. I did 15 modified push-ups. (I tried the regular kind and got to 2! *lol*)
I did 20 regular floor crunches followed by 12 bicycle crunches. (I used to *hate* bicycle crunches, and in a way I still do, but they work, darnit! One of the best abdominal exercises out there as far as I've experienced!)
Repeat this circuit 3 times.
I suck at this, but that's okay. The key is to keep moving, like I said. So for 60 seconds I was either jumping or fiddling with the rope, but when I wanted to stop and scream at myself, I just kept going. (One bonus of including at least 1 thing you're not so good at...if you repeat this workout over several weeks, you'll actually start to see and feel improvement. I kept telling myself, "Wow...I suck at this, but it'll be interesting to see how I can improve!")
Okay, so I'm lucky in that I have a boxing room at my gym that's generally pretty empty. I had the whole room to myself last night. I would punch the bag while moving around it and shuffling my feet. But you don't need gym equipment to do this either. Shadow boxing means boxing a shadow, something that's not really there. Just be careful not to overextend your elbows when you punch (that means don't ever lock them...listen to Billy Blanks on this one! It can be harmful, and the benefits of concentrating on your arms to make sure you don't lock them actually causes you to use those muscles more!), otherwise, beat that air like it stole your cookie and you had already worked it into your calorie count and had been looking forward to it all day! But don't stop moving your feet either.
Okay, I've worked a few months on trying to figure out how to work our speed bag at the gym, and do you know what I've learned? It's all about your core! Squat just a bit to form a steady base for your body (may not be possible if you are actually punching a real speed bag), tighten your abs and hold them there throughout the motion. You can use those abs in a sort of rocking motion to keep a steady pace on the speed bag (or air speed bag).
Repeat this circuit twice. (I would've loved to have done 3 times, but I was POOPED! already!)
Okay, let's face it...I was WORE OUT by this time! So I walked a lap around the track as fast as I could still manage. The wore out part means you're working it!
Ab Crunch Time!
I ended my circuits with a rather intense crunch time. Core is so important to me right now. Normally I would say you should add in some sort of arm work and some sort of leg work too, but...like I said, I was pooped! (I generally do lunges at this point and would probably add in planks or bear crawls.) I did 4 sets of 20 - 2 different kinds - with a 6 lb. medicine ball on the reclining ab bench to finish it out.
I only did this circuit 1 time.
By this time you should feel pretty spent. I don't know that I've ever seen someone after an intense workout go, "Give me more!" If you've got more to give, do some more circuits! But always remember your 5 minute (or more) cool down. For me, this is always just a simple walk for 5 minutes. I don't worry about pace, I can go as slow as I want. If you're on a treadmill or elliptical, you might want to decrease your speed by 1 (or .5) (or on the elliptical, slow your pace by 10 strides per minute) each minute of cool down. The key is to let your heart rate come back down gradually by continuing to move at a lower intensity than before.
OMG, please, please, please do NOT forget to stretch! Stretching is the key to ending muscle soreness, and after such an intense workout, you're going to need it! Yes, I am sore today, but I can move about and perform daily functions without extreme pain or muscle cramping. I also like to think that if I end my workouts with the same stretch routine every time, it's like sending a message to my muscles -- Thanks for what you've given me, but now you can rest. And it should last at LEAST 10 minutes.
(Of course, I didn't quite rest...I proceeded downstairs and spent an HOUR doing the ST routine the PT set for me. (OMG! *lol*) I'm hoping that once I get the new routine down it won't take me quite so long to complete.)
My warm-up on the elliptical was 25 minutes, my circuit was 25 minutes. Added together with the yoga stretching I do to end my workout, I burned 1,052 SP calories in an hour-long workout! That's one heck of a calorie burn!!
Now, please keep in mind that I'm not a professional, but this is just a taste of what my SIBCCT looks like, in case you were wondering. (Or at least what it looked like last night...I change it a bit every time.) The thing I want my Spark Friends to really know and realize, the thing I think most of you miss out on, is the "create your own" style workouts that I really do have a blast with from time to time. It's freeing and empowering to create your own and, my thought is always, as long as I'm moving and doing the best form I can maintain, then it's pretty darn good for my body, right? I use the tools I've learned from countless exercise classes and DVDs along the way, the stuff I read here on Spark, the stuff I see all of you do, and the exercises I read about in fitness magazines to design my own fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants workout!
You see because...I get bored. And one thing I've learned from my 6 months here, the reason it's different than before, is because I refuse to let myself get bored. I have to try for more, better, different. I have to have something to look forward to and learn or I get bored and want to give up. So circuit training like this lets me switch it up. I don't have a chance to get bored during my cardio segment because it's already over and I'm moving onto the next move. The first time I did this SIBCCT was because I got bored on the elliptical. I forced out 20 minutes, and then went and did pushups and planks and crunches, and then I did the rowing machine...and when I got bored on that, I went and did lunges and squats and crunches again, and then I went to the bike...and I got bored with that and moved onto the cable machine. I went from completely bored to completely excited...it's like being able to mix-and-match your favorite things, your calorie burners, the things you do because you feel you should, and the things you do to challenge yourself.
So there's my report from last night...and I have a challenge for you. Take one of your workouts this week, and switch it up. This can be done at all fitness levels. Seriously, you can do 3 minutes of cardio walking in place followed by wall push-ups, or you can do a sprint at your fastest speed followed by diamond or pull-ups even! I know that some of you like the instruction from a certified PT or your DVD instructor, but maybe try it, just once, and see how it feels to make up your own thing. (And someone test this with your HRM to see how the real calorie burn is. I just have to go on how I feel during and after.)
Today, I hope gets better soon. So far I've had my eye scratched by the cat, forgot my cell phone at home, and opted for a McD's breakfast that, well, was NASTY! (guess I don't like that anymore! *lol*) Oh, and I have no clue what to do for my workout tonight considering my Zumba class is canceled. *pout* Guess I have all day to figure it out!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Okay, so last night I had a meeting with the nutritionist. Sure, my fault for giving her the wrong time and having to miss part of Zumba, but I didn't expect to be in there for an HOUR and miss ALL of Zumba. I literally tried talking faster as she kept asking me questions.
She's afraid I'll get bored. I told her I'm working on that.
She's afraid I won't know what to substitute. I told her I'm working on that.
She's afraid I'll slip on the holidays. I told her that I'm not as worried because I already planned them out in my head.
She told me to call her if I needed anything.
That was it, basically. Now, don't get me wrong, she's great. Nice person. Thinks if SP is working for me to just keep using it. Nothing real negative to say. Gave me positive feedback. I just wish it hadn't taken an hour to do. By the time I left it was after 8pm and I didn't have the time or energy to do anything else on the machines. (Not to mention that I got hungry. You see, when I'm working out, I don't get hungry until about 30 minutes or so after I stop. So I can put in a 2 hour workout usually and be fine the whole time. But once I stop, it's time to eat. I've trained my body to expect that, and after 18 minutes on the elliptical I had to stop and go to this meeting and then it was all over for me.) *sigh* And I missed the Halloween version of Zumba that I've been looking forward to all month. Seriously, people. I want to CRY that I missed it! My 11 year old son was even up there enjoying it and I got NOTHING out of the night except a business card. I don't know if you've learned this about me yet, but I *hate* wasted time!
Whatever. Okay. Trying to move on. (But seriously, with TOM making me so emotional, missing Zumba feels like I just missed my son's big play on the football field or didn't make it to my husband's speech when he was accepting an award. Hate when TOM blows things up and, even though I can rationalize that THAT is what's happening, I'm still so mad I could spit. Not only did I miss Zumba last night - I missed it all week! Thursday got canceled and there's no Zumba toning this Friday. *screams and pulls out her hair*)
I know this is a completely ridiculous reaction but my blood feels like it's boiling over it. Stupi TOM.
On another note, I've decided that my HM training is O-V-E-R. It just doesn't make sense right now. What makes sense to me is calorie burn and losing weight. My body is working like a machine right now and I really need to hop on that burn and make it happen! Stupid 18 minutes of elliptical last night and a wasted night that could have been a HUGE calorie burner. GRRRR! Now all I have left this week is today, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I had BETTER make something happen! Serious!
Does anyone else get annoyed when they feel like they missed their workout?
It's not so much that I'm addicted to Zumba, but I've just finally started feeling like I'm fitting in in my class. People talk to me now. They notice when I'm missing. They tease me (like friends do) when I don't show up when I'm expected. I like feeling like I'm apart of something and I'm so mad at myself for screwing all that up by giving the wrong time to the nutritionist. (I really hoped the weather would cause her to not show up. *sigh*)
Okay, so I guess I'm starting today annoyed. I have to remember that there will be times that these tools will come in handy. There will be times when I need these people to tell me what's next. It's a GOOD thing to have these resources, even though it might feel like a bit of a waste of time right now. Plus, my meetings are done for now so I can move on and get back to what I know. Plus, plus, I'm going to be saving a ton of money in the long run.
Keep reminding me of that, okay?
On tap for tonight? ST is a MUST! Plus, I need to burn at LEAST 700 SP calories tonight. Maybe it's time for another round of my SIBCCT (Self-Induced Boot Camp Circuit Training)!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Yesterday I did nothing. I didn't eat according to my schedule. I didn't workout. I didn't even go to work. I didn't even Spark but for a few minutes. And while I felt that twinge of guilt every now and again, I shoved the guilt down and went about my business of laying on the couch watching movie after movie. Sure, I didn't feel so well (hello to another re-surge of the month and a half long TOM) but there wasn't any real reason I wasn't doing what I knew I should. I just kept thinking to myself that there will always be days like this, no matter the size I am or how "healthy" I'm thinking, there is bound to be days, every now and again, when all I want to do is lay on the couch and watch movies. And, every now and again, I'm going to give into that desire. (And I still stand by that - there will be days like that from time to time.) But as I went to bed my brain started asking those questions of myself that I've become so famous for....Why? The only answer I could come up with was a simple one - fear.
We're all afraid, and while I agree that there are innate fears that are built into us, I believe the majority of our fears are taught. "Don't touch the stove! It could be hot!" good Mommies teach us early. "Don't run out into the road, you could get run over!" Each time we're taught these lessons of fear, we're also taught that there will always be consequences to our actions, whether good or bad. We're taught, more than anything, to fear the consequences, to fear the failure that comes along with not doing what we have been taught we should. It can be something really important - "Don't stand too close to the cliff, you could fall!" or much less so, "Do your best in school and get good grades or you'll lose your privileges!" And as we struggle through this whole, "Eat right and exercise, or you might gain weight again!" it's not the action we're afraid of, it's the consequence. It's fear talking, and fear that motivates us to do well. Sure, there's the other side of the coin, the one that says that we do it all for the benefits or for the positive outcome we might achieve, but when the going gets tough, it's the fear that drives me.
So I knew I was afraid of something. Most of my bad eating habits and forms of anti-exercise rebellion are bred out of fear. But fear of what? It came to me in a sort of "DUH!" moment (this is the opposite of an "A HA!" moment, wherein we realize it's something we already knew) - fear of expectation.
Yep, you heard me right. And I know I'm not alone here. I'm afraid of what's expected of me. I've been getting such positive feedback lately that the little scared girl inside is afraid that she'll answer wrong on a test and lose her perfect 4.0 GPA. And then all these little monsters come out to feed on that fear and scare me further.
You see, the last time I felt these many expectations from those around me, I was in my senior year of college. Oh, don't laugh! It was just last year. I carried a 4.0 GPA throughout all 3 years of college, while working full-time and working part-time at the paper. I did it all. I was the president of two honor societies. I was top in my class. I was on track to bring up my poor transfer scores and graduate summa cum laude. I got great scores on my GRE (not on the GRE Lit test, though...that thing is insane!) so the expectation was that I would either get into a stellar grad school program or I would land a great job. I did what I was supposed to, I followed the formulas, I set myself apart from my peers by holding onto both the full-time and part-time jobs. I spread myself paper thin. And then I graduated and I realized that no matter how hard I might fight, I couldn't live up to everyone's expectations for me. I got scared early, but I stayed the course and finished with all my T's crossed and I's dotted. And then my world fell apart. Four schools applied to, four schools rejected me. Countless jobs applied to in months, very few bites, no offers. Today my old classmates will meet for a English Majors Luncheon and all I can think is that I failed. I failed myself and I failed them all.
Please know, I'm not going for a sympathy vote here, I'm just sorting this out in my head by putting it down in text. Because, you see, I've made a connection from those expectations to these. You all expect me to keep going the course (Lord knows I've got a long ways still to go), and people in my life expect to see more changes. I expect the most, really. And as we move from the "what ifs" to "in the next two years" talk of plans become expectations for what I'm supposed to accomplish. So what do I do? Instead of rising to the challenge, I get scared. Afraid of being rejected again. Afraid of putting all my ducks in a row, doing everything I'm supposed to, and then finding myself sitting in the corner, staring down my ducks and begging them to tell me why it didn't work. I said it. I'm scared.
Expectations are big, scary things. I used to shy away from them completely. I wouldn't tell people I was dieting or losing weight because I was afraid of what they'd expect from me. I never wanted to disappoint them. But when I started here, I made that vow with myself to be completely honest, to dare to set myself up and even, possibly, fail in front of all of you. I know how easy it is to stay hidden and never fail to meet anyone's expectations but your own, and while that might be safe, it's also disheartening. Because I'm missing out on the greatest tool for success -- support. So when I started here, I vowed to be honest - to share my triumphs and my failures, let the chips fall where they may. But that didn't mean that I vowed to never be scared by what was expected of me. In fact, I'm hoping, as I continue, I learn to work on this biggest fear of mine and attempt to overcome it.
Want to know what else I'm afraid of? 230. No, this time I'm not afraid I won't get there. It seems reasonable, actually. But as happy as I was to release a little of the expectations of myself in terms of weight-loss on Saturday when I heard that number, I also felt saddened. That's the best I've got? Do you mean to say I won't ever be "normal" according to a BMI scale? I'll never see ONE-derland? I'll never get to say that I'm lighter than my husband? Why must my fate always be to be fatter than my friends? I'm confused by it and saddened by the lack of expectation there. It sounds silly, and I know I don't have to stick to that number. I know that once I get there I can re-evaluate, but I'm scared. What if that's all there is for me? What if I get to 280 and then struggle for the last 50 pounds and then...that's it? What if I never get to shop in a regular sized store? What if people always see me as fat? What if I work so hard for so long and I'm still not at all happy with my body, my weight, my fitness ability?
So yes, there is fear. And fear is what kept me on the couch yesterday even though I COULD have moved. Even though I DID have the energy to go to the gym. Even though I COULD have put in my 10 hour shift at work. Momma said there'd be days like this, but I've got to work through the fear so that they become fewer and farther apart. And step one? Admitting it.
I'm scared. Of me. Of you. Of what is expected. Of what I may have to settle with. Yesterday I fed the fear. Today I'm starving it and confronting it head on.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Starting Weight: 466.6
SP SW: 416.2
Last Week: 348.0
Goal this Week: 346.0
Actual Weight: 344.8
SP Total Loss: 71.4
Total Loss: 121.8
Okay, so yesterday didn't go so well food-wise. Around 4pm, I took Ethan down to the school for their Fall Festival. I was hoping we would avoid the food line, but around 5 or so he got hungry. The choices? Hot dogs, pizza, and nachos. None of that sounded anything like what I wanted...and the only thing I really wanted was a no-bake cookie. It would've been just fine if I would've stopped with the slice of zucchini bread and 1 no-bake cookie, but I ended up eating a total of: 1 1/2 slices of zucchini bread, 2 no-bake cookies, and a M&M chocolate chip cookie before the night was out. Not good! Not good at all! Okay, I'm letting it go and moving on.
Time to be serious about it again this week! I'm ready to set some goals!
Weight Goal: 342.8
Meals: Pan Chicken Parm with Whole Wheat Pasta, Chicken with Roasted Vegetables, Ground Chicken Tater Tot Casserole, Slow Cooker Pot Roasted with Mashed Potatoes
Training Schedule this week: 2 miles Monday, 2 miles Wednesday, 3 miles Saturday
ST: Follow new ST plan set by PT 2 days this week, include 140 crunches, 24-30 regular push-ups, and 2 planks
Sunday - Rest Day
Monday - 2 mile training, Elliptical
Tuesday - Zumba, full ST
Wednesday - 2 mile Training, Elliptical
Thursday - Zumba, full ST
Friday - Tennis
Saturday - 3 mile training
We've been invited to a Halloween Party this Saturday, but haven't yet found a babysitter for the boys so I'm not sure we'll get to go. If we do get to go, I have no CLUE what to do for a costume. Everything I want to do I'm nervous about trying to do because I'm still too big to pull off most of the "sexy" costumes on the market today. I'm still quite nervous about it, but I'm not going to stress until after we talk to Hubs' uncle today to see if he's free to watch them. Hubs, on the other hand, has actually figured out what he wants to be and we spent about 10 bucks for his "costume" last night. (He wants to go as guy from The Crow. SEXAY!!)
Alright, I'm gonna go grab some breakfast. Ethan's got his big game today and I can already tell he's nervous. They have to beat the same team that BARELY beat them last week in order to make it to the semi-finals. I don't even know if he'll get a chance to play today, but he really wants his team to make it through today with a win. (He's also banking on this win so he can wear his football gear for Trick-or-Treat next Saturday. If they lose they'll have to turn in their gear and he'll be costumeless.)
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Okay, let me first get you the information I got today from the initial contact meeting I had with the PT lady at the gym.
She was running a little late with her previous appointment, so I didn't really get in to see her until around 10:45am or so. She recognized me immediately as I've seen her around the gym (if you go back in my blogs you'll see the day she actually used me as an example for how to walk on the treadmill). She asked a lot of questions...
PT: So, Esther, why now?
Me: Honestly? I don't know. In April I just sat down to try and then it all just clicked for me.
PT: So, what's the hardest part?
Me: Mostly it's the mental part. My brain wanting to do things my body isn't ready for, like the running I talked to you about before. Plus, I just went through a big plateau so that's been a bit of an issue mentally.
PT: So how have you been doing?
Me: I've lost 70 pounds since April.
PT: Wow! How have you done it?
Me: I started out just watching what I was eating, starting to make good choices. I started out working out like 3 times a week for about 15 minutes or so...that's all I could do. Now I work out 5-6 days a week, and I'm usually here for an hour to an hour and a half.
PT: So what does your workout schedule look like right now?
Me: Well, right now I'm training for a half...
PT: A half a mile?
Me: No, a half-marathon.
PT: Wow! Okay.
Me: I did 2 5ks last week or the week before, one on the 10th and another on the 16th, and I ran some of both of them, so I've been working on running a little bit. (We talked a bit about the whole running = eating more things, and I told her that I'm considering just backing off the running for a bit and just work on dropping poundage for right now. She basically said she understood, but didn't give her opinion either way.)
PT: So did you do the 5ks competitively or on your own?
Me: Oh, no...they were races. I've done 4 so far this year - 3 5ks and one 10k, mostly walking but I've added in a little running now.
PT: Wow! That's great!
So it went like that for a while. She said wow a lot. She told me that I sounded intelligent. There were a couple times where she asked me (basically) WTF I was doing on the program then? *lol* I told her that I wanted to save money on my gym bill, and that I wanted to have someone professional that I could ask my questions of. We talked about Spark, and she knew the site. She seemed to have a bit of trouble setting up a workout schedule for me because it wasn't as easy as just setting up someone new. She also used the word "inspiring" a lot. Still, we worked on it together and she gave me a good plan of action. She told me that we'll meet once a month to check on progress and see if we need to develop more for me to do. (She thinks I should probably be moving off the gym machines and onto more free weights...that means my big butt will be rubbing shoulders with the big men on the other side of the gym more...them and Lori (she's a competitive female body builder and is amazing!) so I better get over my fears there!)
Then it was time for the initial weights and measures. (This actually wasn't hard for me. I kept thinking, Wow! Just think what that would've been 6 months ago!!)
Weight: 346 (*love* that their scale even has me under 350!! WOOT!)
Body Fat Percentage: 53.3%
Pounds of Fat: 184.6
Pounds of Muscle: 161.6
So what are the final goals for me? She's hoping to get me down to 30% body fat. With where I'm at now, that means 115 pounds lost, for a final weight of 230! TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY! Can you believe that? I guess I need to settle my mind with the fact that I may never be 150 pounds, and that's alright. Actually, 230 seems somewhat manageable to me. 115 pounds doesn't scare me at all! It's crazy! Of course, once I get to 230, we'll re-evaluate and I may want to lose more after that...but for now, my goal is only to get to 230. (I keep saying that over and over...it just doesn't sound right. Whatever, I'll take it!)
Blood Pressure: 128/80
Pulse: 60 (she said it was nice and low)
Waist measurement: 52.25
She gave me a journal. I'm to write down everything I eat. I'll meet with the dietician next week to go over my eating plan and see if I'm doing what I should, but for now I just need to log everything. She also gave me a copy of a little book from calorieking.com that has calorie/fat/carb counts of foods! BONUS!
She said I'm good on my cardio, and to just keep going. She likes that I'm working toward a one minute plank, and agreed that I need to stop being so scared and try to do regular pushups instead of the modified kind. She also told me that I should keep up the crunches I'm doing and not worry about using the ab machine downstairs. (And I'm thinking that means I should add another set of 15-20 to my crunches! *lol*) We're going to keep working most of the exercise machines, but I told her that I wasn't sure if I should just keep increasing my weight as I go or if I should work on sets. She said I should move on to sets. So this next week I'll start doing 2 days of ST (one down from before, but we're actually adding to my training here!) and do 3 sets on each of the machines we picked. The first set will be 20 reps, then 15, then 10. I'll increase the weight by 5 or 10 with each set. (Example: I get on the pulldown machine and start doing 20 reps at 30 lbs, rest, and then 15 reps at 40 lbs., rest, and then 10 reps at 50 lbs.) In addition to these 3 sets of decreasing reps and increasing weights, we've switched me over to dumbbell shoulder presses instead of using the machine. I'll just start doing 1 set of those. Plus, we've cut out the leg curl machine (I told her that it hurts my knee) and I'll be moving to the leg press machine and work both my thighs and calves (2 different workouts) on that machine, just 1 set of each to start.
I had to giggle to myself a few times during our meeting (remember, I told you she probably had no clue what she was getting with me! *lol*). One was when she introduced me to a girl who is in month three of the same plan. The girl said, "That first month kicked my butt!" and Cissy (the PT) said, "Oh, she's been kicking her own butt for a few months now!" She also actually said out loud once that she didn't know what to do with me. *lol* I feel good about our meeting and will meet with the nutritionist on Tuesday (though I gave her the wrong time so I'm going to try to call her Monday and try to reschedule...I don't want to miss Zumba!)
It seems the theme of this weekend has been surprising people, including myself. Yesterday after breakfast and tennis, Hubs and I headed up to his father's house to help on the garage. His dad is trying to get the garage floor leveled to prep it for concrete and I knew he was trying to get as much done as possible tomorrow. I told Hubs I was going to drop him off because I wanted to see my MIL's chickens (she's got baby chicks hatching) and see his Grandpa. Hubs made some off-handed comment about how I never work when I go up there and for some reason I took that as a challenge.
So I got up there yesterday and started helping. For two hours straight I was raking the ground to pile up gravel, shoveling that gravel into holes, shoveling and raking sand, and helping to level the floor. Two hours straight! At one point the boys went to take a break and I thought, "I've still got some left..." so I headed back to the rock pile to begin raking rocks again and forming piles so it would be easier to shovel it up. A few minutes down there by myself and my FIL was down there with me. "I saw you working down here and I couldn't let you work alone!" he said.
Around 1pm we ran out of sand and gravel with only about 2/3 of the garage done. Now, I hate to leave a job ALMOST done, especially when there's so much of the day left! I kept saying, "There's got to be some way to get more sand!" Long story short, my FIL took two more trips to get more sand while I went to grab some lunch (pizza). When they got back the first time we had to hurry and clear the truck so he could go back for another load before the place closed. By 7pm we were finally done with the floor of the garage and it looked wonderful! My MIL and FIL kept saying over and over how hard I had worked and how much help I was. My FIL looked at me across a bonfire (we had some cardboard to burn) and said, "You know, Esther...if it wasn't for you pressing us to go get more sand, it wouldn't be done right now." I was proud! I made my in-laws proud!
Yes, I had 8 pieces of pizza yesterday and a Miller Lite, but for crying out loud I worked for about 5 hours doing hard manual labor! My arms, legs, and especially my shoulders, are killing me today! It was the first time in a very long time that I felt like I had more stamina than I ever have! I just couldn't be stopped...I just kept going! I surprised myself!
Hope you're all having a great weekend! I've got Ethan's playoff game tomorrow, where I may have to work half of the time in the concession stand... (BOO!! Don't make me work around food again! NOOOOOO!) I cut my walk short today (got 1.3 of the 2 miles done) because the WVU game is on right now. Hoping for a good weigh-in tomorrow, but I'm already down to that 346, even according to the gym scales!! YAY!!
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