Wednesday, April 16, 2014
I am now 3 weeks into my weight-loss journey. I have worked out all but 3 days since I started, and still going strong.
Yesterday I went to the gym, and walked around trying to figure out what type of cardio I should do. One of the employees asked me if I needed help. I told him that I was just trying to decide what to do that day, and explained that I like to keep changing my routine so that I keep my body guessing.
He suggested a class, but I was very hesitant. It had been almost a decade since the last time I participated in any group exercise. As he was describing the class and its benefits, we walked into the studio. I looked around with every intention of saying, "Thanks for the information, I'll think about trying it someday". The next thing I knew, he had collected the necessary equipment, set me right up at the very front of the class, gave me a dose encouragement, and walked away. Oops, what do I do now? Well, I can't just put all the stuff back. I guess I'll just have to try it out.
I was so self-conscious about being a beginner, and being right at the front of the class. I had no idea what I was doing! I tried to follow the instructor's every move so that I would not confuse the people behind me.
I tried to keep up as much as I could, but somewhere along the way, my muscles cried out. I pressed on. I tried to breathe, tried to keep perfect form, but couldn't keep it up the entire time. Now and again I took the slightest break, but in my head COACH NICOLE would tell me to try to come back as quickly as I could, so I did. I swore that I would not look at the clock. I knew it was going to be hard, but kept going. At one point I wanted to leave the class but thought, "hey, you can't just walk out of the class, you're front row centre. How would that look?" So I kept going. Next thing I knew, we were cooling down. What? Already?
So it went with my very first body pump class. My muscles are sore, and I feel great.
Let's do this again, shall we?
Next time I think I just may increase my weights-- slightly.
Sunday, April 06, 2014
First I was in the mood to get a workout done today, but the later it got, the less motivated I became. I simply did not want to get it done. Well that's not entirely true, I wanted to , just not in the venue where I was headed. I dislike the equipment down there, and I hate the ambiance, or lack thereof.
By this time I was already dressed with my sneakers on, and there was no turning back.
I started with the machine I dislike the most, and figured out it's quirk. The lower levels have the highest resistance! This evening I decided to put it at one of the higher levels, and voila! I ended up having a super workout!
I know this sounds lazy, but I covered considerably more distance, and burnt more calories. My heart was definitely working harder. It seems pointless to have to use my entire body weight on one step just to get it to move, especially when I'm already a heavyset woman.
Next, I got on the treadmill. There are two, and I didn't get on my preferred one, but it's a treadmill, and it did the job.
After the treadmill I headed over to the weights, not entirely sure of what I was about to do. The weights in this venue are quite different from where I have been exercising lately. Trial and error is the best way to proceed in this gym, but then, I guess that's the way it is with any gym.
I worked out with the weights, figured out a few more things in terms of positioning and movement, and ended up having a really good weight session too!
As I entered my home, a really great song came on, and all of a sudden I wanted to dance. I thought, "Why not? I've got the time", and dance I did! I danced like it was Saturday night at a dance club. I moved it, shook it, and twirled it all around!
What a great way to end a workout! Just when I thought I was done, I managed to fit in an extra 10 minutes. Oh yes, you know I played that song twice!
So there you have it. The absolute best way to end a workout is with a killer dance song!
Saturday, March 22, 2014
That's it. I wasn't born to look this way. I'm tired of feeling tired, and I'm tired of being fat.
I remember the first time I joined Sparkpeople. I had so much success. I didn't even notice the changes on me, although everyone around me made comments. I only realized it one day when I was running and my skirt was falling down. Oh, how elated I was! From that day I would diligently measure myself, and work as hard as I could.
Then it happened. I thought that I had the hang of things, and that I could take care of the weight loss journey myself. Oh yes, it took four years to regain the weight, and then some more, but I really thought that I could handle it. From time to time I would revisit Sparkpeople, and vow to stick to the program, but that never really fell through.
So here I am, nine years later, doing it all over again.
The one problem which I face is veganizing the program. There always exists the constant search to customize the program to my specific needs. The positive curve to this obstacle at the moment is that I have time. Eight glorious weeks to live up to my full potential, to make all the alterations necessary to re-build my foundation.
The journey begins on this very day. My goal is to lose 20 lbs in the next 10 weeks. It is both realistic and possible. I will treat it as my job for the next eight weeks.
I'm looking forward to my payoff on June 1st.
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