Thursday, September 08, 2011
Ever have that light bulb moment? I love them!
After blogging yesterday and then reading and re-reading my own blog (don't judge me) I tried to figure out my first step to achieving my self imposed new healthy life style steps. I knew getting gluten out of my diet, again *SIGH*, and strength training were in my top three. The third is to incorporate more veggies. Gluten is a no brainier - stop eating it - sounds so simple. Veggies, buy more, eat more - again, sounds so simple. Strength training - oh, strength training. Where would I find the time and energy to input you into my already crowded workout schedule? Then it happened, thirty minutes into Zumba class in the middle of a routine the light bulb sparked and I nearly stopped dead in my tracks! I would replace the elliptical between zumba and boxing on Monday and Wednesday nights and add in strength training. *HAPPY DANCE* - literally because I was in a dance class! *GIGGLES*
Zumba ended and I started to formulated a plan. I knew I had to keep it short and simple. Kinda like my running schedule.
Side Note: I ran a half a mile last night in 7:02 minutes. It just happened, I jumped on the treadmill after Zumba and just started running. I felt great during and after! *FIST PUMP* Will I move from my quarter to a half mile? Don't know at this point but I'm thinking about it.
Back to my light bulb moment . . .
When trying to figure out the strength training plan I had yet another light bulb moment. This one brought on by my friend TD (TRENTDREAMER). In short, he has set a time limit on his exercise routine and builds from there. Brilliant! I decided I would limit my strength training to 10 minute sessions three times a week. In boxing we already have to do situps (90) and pushups (25) so my 10 minute routine would round it out. I like to rest on Sundays but figure I can get in a 10 minute ST session in at the house by using my weights, ball and bands.
The plan was set! The time was now! After I finished my break and snack last night I headed for the weight room. There I did 10 minutes of ST, mostly upper body but also added in lunges with a 12 lb bar.
Side Note: Boxing was great. My kicks are stronger and my stamina has improved greatly. I still don't appreciate jumping rope but now see the need as it improves foot work greatly. A newbie came and then left. She lasted 10 minutes into the first round. We'll never see her again. I didn't much care that she left but found it extremely rude that she walked out without a word. Poof, she was gone. (It takes all kinds)
As I walked up the stairs to work today I said, "Well, HELLO inner thigh muscles!" Ya, those lunges are affective.
End Note: Gluten is making an exit from the diet already and veggies are already on the grocery list.
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
Before I get to the results of my updated real age test I want to openly thank all my friends who take the time to not only read and respond to my blogs but offer up suggestions and support. Without you, when things get rough my positive energy would spiral into the depths of despair, so I thank you all!
Today in a fit of boredom I decided to update my Real Age test to have a look see at my results. I don't remember the last time I updated my test but do recall I've always been deemed younger. That's a good thing! In truth, I thought this might help shed some light on my plateau issues. I use it as a guide, not as an absolute.
A few of the questions I am unable to answer which I'm sure affect the test results - I did the best I could with what information I have. I can't answer questions about my family history, I'm adopted and know nothing of my birth parents. I also don't know some of my vitals - blood pressure, etc.
In the end the tests states that my real age is 39.4
This compared to the age calculated from birth which is 41
Does this mean I can tell people I'm 39.4 instead of claiming 41? Tee hee hee
Here is what they recommend I work on to improve my health and real age status:
*Shed extra weight - YES, PLEASE AND THANK YOU!
* Ease financial worries - Dear Universe, I'd like to be independently wealthy. In reality wouldn't we all like to ease our financial worries. I do the best I can and live within my means.
* Find positive coping strategies - This one surprised me, I thought I had found new coping strategies. I know I'm a hot head and I'm constantly working on taming the beast which lives within. I'm hard wired this way but that doesn't mean I can't learn a new trick. Must keep working on it . . .
* Eat more grains, veggies and fruit - YES! I know I need more veggies in my diet - the list has been written. I enjoy fruits but I also know they affect my blood sugar and not in a good way. I eat them in moderation. Grains - I TRY to stay away from gluten's and I do enjoy brown rice over white.
*Expand your diet - Yup, I love variety in my diet but I'll admit that I'm a repetitive eater. I'll try to change that up a bit now that I've been called out on it.
*Go Easy on Red meat - Again, a surprise. For unknown reasons I stopped eating red meat on a regular basis at the beginning of the year and can't tell you the last time I indulged. This recommendation may have been issued due to my love of bacon and the fact that I eat it regularly. I'm not willing to give up the bacon but I've noted it. :)
*Tighten and Tone, Strength Training - I love and hate strength training. I don't do near enough of it, Not even close. I'm a cardio girl. Give me a partner who likes to pump iron and I'd be right along side them. Maybe SP ST bootcamps should be introduced into my morning routines again along with situps and pushups.
I also checked out the following link that my friend ESHERRILL3 suggested: www.wikihow.com/Break-a-Weight-Loss-
The steps they suggest to try and break a weight loss plateau are spot on! A great link ESHERRILL3. I've incorporated all but join a sport over the course of year which helps fight off any boredom that may set in. If I had the time for a sport I would be signed up for softball - my first love! I encourage everyone who stops by this blog to check out the information.
Will any of this break the mighty plateau? Don't know but I'll give it all a try and see what it does. Things mentioned certainly won't hurt me any so why not give it a try.
My quest continues and my journey continues each day my feet hit the floor.
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
I brought the scale out of the closet to have a look see. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Jokes on me! I discovered I've maintained my weight loss of 89.5 - hold your applause please. I take little comfort in this because I've been maintaining for the past three years while on this magical plateau of mine.
My first reaction - anger. My second - to have a fall down, scream out loud, little girl tantrum in the living room. My third - anger. My fourth - take thee arse to the gym. Admittedly, I reacted on all levels but in the moment I had to hustle to make Zumba class and my quarter mile run so I was too distracted to have my little girl tantrum or to stay angry for too long. No, no that came later.
Yes, I did suck it up and go to the gym that day. I couldn't miss Zumba, my favorite instructor was in the house and I just couldn't miss her class. Class was absolutely amazing and I earned every drop of sweat that dripped and flung from me. After that I had just enough time to get in my quarter mile run. I ran slow logging a 3:34 instead of a 3:30. *GASP*
I log nearly 3,000 fitness minutes a month. I eat within my calorie range 99% of the time. I sleep 8 hours a night. I stay positive and have reduced my stress levels significantly. I take my supplements. I stopped drinking soda. I even monitor my sugar intake. All this and I'm lucky enough to just maintain. What else must I do? Oh yeah, wait. Wait for my metabolism to fix itself. Wait for my inner bits to decide I won't damage them any more. Wait. Just wait says Doc. A new four letter word in my vocabulary . . . "WAIT!" It's like a prison sentence.
Sure, non scale victories are fantastic! Feeling better is priceless! Yet, it feels a little hollow when the same number pops up on the screen of the scale week after week; year after year. Why keep going? I fight because I don't quit. But know this . . . MY MAGICAL PLATEAU IS KICKING MY BUTT!
Thursday, September 01, 2011
Yesterday I developed another dull headache and by the middle of the afternoon I was so tired I wanted to crawl under my desk and take a nappy-poo. Instead I popped Tylenol, using the recommended dosage as a mere suggestion, and drank down four glasses of water. Within an hour I felt better. I didn't want a repeat of Monday night where after 90 minutes of working out I ended up in the fetal position in bed with the covers over my head praying for sleep or death.
After work I walked myself over to the gym determined to get my full workout in - mission accomplished!
As I walked home I reflected on my night at the gym with mixed emotion. My status on FB last night says it all . . . "I almost used my naughty words in Zumba class tonight and I almost kicked a bimbo's ass in boxing - ALMOST! Lucky for them I'm a lady so I didn't."
Note to world: It's not so much that I'm too much of a lady that I won't use my naughty words in public, because I will, it's more the fear of being banned from class AND the gym that keeps me in line.
I love my Zumba classes but I don't love all the people who attend. One lady is a floater which means she can't stay in her space and floats around the room displacing many people during class. Another lady has the ability to suck the air out of the room with her downer attitude and general crankiness. And still, others come to class late and insist on squeezing in instead of staying in the back where there's ample room. How am I adjusting without using my naughty words or throwing an elbow or two? I'm exploring other areas of the studio and I won't compromise my spot no matter how sweetly those tardy individuals are.
The woman with the bimbo type personality attended boxing. I generally will steer clear of her because I don't like the flighty, twirl your hair around your finger, pop your gum, stare off into space attitude all the while singing, la la la approach to life. Boxing is a controlled sport and this class requires everyone to pay attention or someone will get hurt. Well, as luck would have it I got paired with her - Boo! She thought I was new to boxing which clearly tells me she doesn't pay attention because we've been in class together; plus, she stated that she ALWAYS gets paired with new people. I just smiled and asked, "shall we get started?" Immediately after I landed my first few kicks she realized I was not new and meant business. I guess it's okay to envision pulverizing your sparring partner into dust, as long as you don't do it! *EVIL LAUGH* After 90 minutes with her I can only image she is paired with newbies due to her lack of focus and drive. I know from others she's been coming for quit sometime but she has not progressed in the slightest - the instructor still views her as a newbie. By the end of class she was completely exhausted and I was walking on cloud 9. I had energy to burn.
A sample of one of our kicks -
For my next trick . . .
I need to figure out a way to come down off the high I get from boxing after I get home. I am never hungry - even after working out for 3.5 hours - and I now buzz around like a hummingbird. I try to read and relax in a dimly lit room but the electric energy just keeps moving through me. That makes it hard to get beauty sleep.
Tonight I will run my quarter mile and attend Zumba.
Question: How do you decompress after a hard, energizing session, at the gym?
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
It takes me 3 minutes, 30 seconds to run a quarter of a mile. When my mind turns to the dark side and I don't want to run I just remind myself that it ONLY takes me three minutes and thirty seconds. That's it, so suck it up and run! It's a great motivator. So much so that last night between classes I ran my first quarter mile, walked for a few minutes and then powered back up and ran a second quarter mile. Plus, on Saturday, just for the fun of it, I ran for five minutes before I cooled down. *SHOCKING, I KNOW!* I've been experimenting with speed too. I increase and decrease my speed and run like I'm mad. At the end of my second quarter mile last night I was sucking some serious wind and smiling when I finished. Ya, I did that! Dare I admit now that I am enjoying my quarter mile runs? It's 3 minutes, 30 seconds of Joy. There I said it.
Once I master my quarter mile I will increase my time and efforts. For now, for the love of boxing and the joy of running I'm sticking with my quarters. I look forward to my quarters, every damn day. Push me to far, to fast and I'll just stop dead in my tracks. I'm stubborn that way.
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