Saturday, February 11, 2012
I am so tired I can't see straight.
Have you ever wondered what is involved in getting all those Girl Scout cookies distributed to everyone in the country?
My daughter has been "cookie chair" in our mid-sized college town for something like four years now. Usually when it comes time to distribute the cookies to all of the troops, she has plenty of volunteers: a fraternity, a church group, various and sundry GS volunteers, etc. This year neither the fraternity or church group could help, so a number of us who are family members and friends were asked to help.
I got there at 7:30 this morning, to find the process in full swing. "There" was a warehouse owned by the local Fry-Waggoner people, who donate the space each year for this event. Several of their employees were also there volunteering, and thank heavens for that. The place was filled almost to the rafters, and it is a big place.
We had sheets that told us how many cartons (not boxes, but cartons) of each kind of cookie each troup should get, and we piled them into stacks on pallets, which the employee-volunteers then moved into place as each batch was loaded into trucks, vans, and the occasional trailer. We lifted, bent and carried several thousand cartons of cookies, first to the pallets, then recounted them and helped get them into the vehicles.
The thing is, I was able to do this from 7:30 in the morning until almost 2 PM, and while I am achy and tired, and my back was beginning to feel the strain by the end of it, I WAS ABLE TO DO IT!! I was able to do that very heavy work for 6 1/2 hours without hurting myself or having to stop due to exhaustion and general out-of-shapedness. There is no way that I could have done that a year ago. All this exercise obviously is making me stronger and able to sustain heavy activity for a LONG time.
At one time, I was helping a much younger woman get her cookie cartons into a van, and she kept wanting to stop because she was so tired. Please understand, what she had done so far was show up and help move only the cookies for her troup, and yet I was still going, and she needed to stop! She wasn't particularly heavy, but it was apparent that she is not used to a lot of physical activity. At another time, I looked around and realized that I was the oldest person there by a number of years. No other grandmas or grandpas present, just me, and I was able to keep up with all the other people there.
I can't believe I was able to do all of that, and that, although I am tired, I am feeling generally pretty well. I am so impressed with myself. Bragging again, here.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
I feel amazingly good right now. That may not be true tomorrow morning, when I expect to be stiff and sore, but for right now I am totally revved.
The challenge started at my gym last week, and today I met with the personal trainer for the first time. She put me through my paces with strength exercises--and I was able to do all that she asked of me!! And I mean, this was a LOT more than I have been doing on my own. I can't track some of them yet, because I just plain don't know what to call them. She had me lean against a big ball and move up and down on it, and there were some things I have been doing, like the glute machine and triceps press machine, and "lat pull-downs" and she had me do some free weight things, and I now know what a "crunch" is, although I couldn't manage that on the ball--kept falling off. 15 reps each on all of these, three times!! Then I asked her how to work some of the other machines I have been trying to work with, but didn't quite get the hang of them, and did 15 reps once on two more things. She seemed to think I was doing well, and I know I felt like a champion.
Then, because we hadn't done any cardio, I got on the treadmill for an hour, most of it at a 5% incline. My shirt was soaked with sweat, and I have since spent an extended period of time sitting in a tub of very warm water with lots of Epsom salts.
I'll let you know tomorrow how much work it takes to get out of bed. But tonight, I am so proud of myself.
Friday, January 27, 2012
OK, really, the reason I'm blogging is to brag. Got to the gym today, and all the treadmills were full, so I decided to try the elliptical trainer. My knees actually let me do it, but OMG is that a workout all by itself. 15 minutes was all I could do. The treadmills were still full, so I decided to do some strength training while I waited.
Here's the affirmation part: I did the hip abduction and adduction machines, and decided to try for 120 pound weights (I've been doing 110). Did 15 reps on each, then went to an arm machine. As I sat down, a young, buff looking chick went to the adduction machine, looked at the weights, and called to her friend, "Woh! Look at this!!" They were obviously impressed by the amount of weight I had been moving. Too totally cool.
I was so impressed with myself I did an entire hour on the treadmill when one became available. Oh, my aching legs. (TeeHee)
AND, the challenge at the gym has finally started, and I have my first session with the personal trainer next Tuesday. AND I kept my food under control again today--much better than yesterday, when I was at the top of my range with no exercise to mitigate it. I think, I hope, I am back on track. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Long time no blog, and there is a reason for that. I've gotten down ALMOST to 200 pounds, and as I have so many times in the past when I reach this point, I am sabotaging myself. Oh, I signed up for a challenge at my gym (and need to call them if I don't hear from the trainer soon), and have been sporadically exercising, which I have found I actually enjoy, but the eating thing is completely out of control. I have "done chocolate"--a lot of chocolate--several times this last week. It's like I got started, and am looking for excuses to go to the store so I can be tempted to buy more--and excuses abound. And my weight, which was hovering just over 200 two months ago, continues to hover.
I have decided that there is something about actually weighing less than 200 that scares me--and I don't know what.
Perhaps it's the added attention? Growing up, attention was pretty negative most of the time. Even when I did something well, my parents tended to ask why I hadn't done better, or point out what I had done wrong on the way to success. That may be a part of it.
Am I worried that I will have more energy and enthusiasm, and feel obligated to do more things that I really don't want to do? Since when have I been unable to say "No" to the persistent petitioner?
Do I want to avoid the inevitable clothes shopping trips? I don't like shopping, but at this point in my life, by the time I reach my goal weight I will be so near retirement that I can buy whatever I damned well please, instead of buying what will "suit" for work. And, after all, the clothes I have are going to wear out, and I'm going to have to go shopping sometime.
Whatever it is, I am NOT going to let it stop me again. So far today I have the food under control, and did an hour on the treadmill, plus some strength training, so that is all good. And, I have decided that I am going to weigh no more than once a week. I had been weighing every day, and was finding it affirming until I got so near the 200 mark. I'm thinking that if I don't have the numbers in front of me every day, maybe I will get below 200 without being aware of it, and then be able to go on from there.
But honestly, what is the matter with me? Does anybody else out there have this kind of mental block about going below a certain weight?
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
While I was stretching out after doing an hour on the treadmill tonight, and before doing some strength training (yep, you're right--I'm bragging), I noticed a Notice taped to the wall. My gym is offering a 90 day challenge, complete with a body fat assessment before and after, three 30 minute sessions with a personal trainer, weekly official weigh-ins, e-mails with workout ideas, diet plans and recipes (yes, I know I get that here as well, but there can never be too much of a good thing, right?), and a free T-shirt to boot. Well, I had been thinking that since my shoulder is doing better after I injured it, it was about time to get around to hiring the personal trainer, so this seemed the ideal impetus. I went and signed up. It cost $99.00, but just the personal trainer would have been $90.00, so I feel like I'm getting a bargain, and something I was going to pay for anyway. Turns out there are also prizes, weekly and at the end of the whole thing. So (OMG!!) for the next three months someone who actually knows what they are doing is going to be working with me and challenging me. I'm feeling something between excitement and trepidation as I look at starting this on the 16th. Let's see. In three months, I could conceivably weigh 15 pounds less than I do right now, and have a stronger, more toned body. What a deal!!
OK, having bragged, I guess it is time to go shower off the sweat I collected at the gym. See ya when I'm smelling better.
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