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Personal Trainer Experience

Last week, I worked out with a personal trainer.  Now, I should say this was part of Gold’s Gym’s effort to sell me a membership, but it was rewarding all the same.

The guy they paired me up with was great, and with a Physical Therapy background no less!  We talked about my goals, and put a number to how much more weight I want to lose (114 pounds – seems like a lot).

Quick aside, 132 is the weight I think I will need to be at to fit into a size 8, however if I’m putting on a lot of muscle (which the gym’s electro static (or something) test confirmed), size 8 could happen at a higher weight.  In fact the test suggested that with working out a lot and eating right and all that, my ideal weight might actually be 160 lbs, with 18% body fat.  I have no idea how this compares to others, so at 240+ pounds, I am taking their word for it.  I’ll question them when I hit 160 and wear some other size.

So after talking about goals and medical concerns, he took me out onto the gym and set me on an elliptical (because of my hip).  He said this will be the best piece of equipment for me (because of joints), and it mimics running.  Then, he put me to work.

Now, cardio equipment has all kinds of lights and information to watch while you run.  When you put in your age, there is a little heart rate scale that indicates where your current heart rate lies.  On similar machines, I cross over from “weight loss zone” to “cardio zone” at about 140 beats per minute.  So, when I’ve worked out, I’ve tried to keep my HR above 150.  The machine also indicates a “peak” zone, which lights up red, which I always thought was “dangerous.”

Apparently not.  And the way the trainer approached the machine was SO different that I’d ever approached a cardio machine before.  He had me focus on speed first, HR second.  He said, “See that number?  I want you to keep it between 100 and 110 for 5 minutes.”

At the end of 5 minutes, my HR is at like 167.  I keep my speed at 70-80 for 1 minute, then I jump up to 110-120 for 4 minutes.  The whole thing goes something like this:

5 minutes: speed of 100 – 110

Heart rate = 167

1 minute: speed of 70-80

4 minutes: speed of 110 – 120; goal = exceed last HR

Heart Rate = 178

1 minute: speed of 70-80

3 minutes: speed of 110-120 (Note: he thought I looked pretty winded at this point, otherwise he would have upped my speed here)

Heart Rate = 172 (oops!  It was supposed to go up!  Guess I should have upped my speed on that last round).

1 minute: speed of 70-80

2 minutes: speed of 120 – 130

Heart Rate = 180+

1 minute: speed of 70-80

1 minute: speed of 130+ (“You can do ANYTHING for a minute,” he says)

Heart Rate = 200+ (Whoa)

3 minutes: recovery – waiting for my heart rate to get into the 140s, which it never does while on the machine, and we have to move on.

My trainer points out that my conditioning isn’t that good.  If it was, my HR would have dropped faster during recovery.  While this doesn’t surprise me this is NEW INFORMATION (something my nutritionist never really got to me).  For one, I was going too easy on myself on cardio machines before, thinking my max was about 170, and trying to keep it from 150 to 170.  And yet, every time I played a tennis match, I was frustrated that I would become so easily winded.

He and I didn’t have time for weights, because we (well, it was more for my benefit) had to go hear the sales pitch again.

I am now really convinced that a GOOD trainer is worth every penny (a good nutritionist probably is too, but I haven’t found one of those).  This guy was smart, professional and personable – and he gave me NEW information.  He pushed me in a way I didn’t know I could be pushed.

As it’s my intention to join Gold’s Gym in the next few weeks (after the FREE Camp Gladiator Arena trial is over), I’m taking a hard look at my budget to see if I have the funds to squeeze in some personal training.  It’s $570 for 12 sessions, which they of course suggest three times per week.  At $47.50 per session, this is far cheaper than ALL the top gyms I looked at (where the going rate is $75 per session).  If I sign up for 24 or 36 sessions, the price drops to $45 per session (though you still pay in a chunk).  This is still QUITE a hefty payment (think: car payment).  But, if I had the budget, I would so do it.  Still thinking about how I can work this into my budget and what it means giving up in return.

What are your thoughts on personal training/personal trainers?  Have you had any particularly good or bad experiences with training?

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Vacation Part 2

This vacation is very different from my general idea of vacation.  With a “normal” vacation for me, I’d love to be in a big, preferably foreign, city and peruse the streets taking pictures.  Visiting Chicago feels a little like the early days of college when I would visit my home town of Corpus Christi – so many people you want to see, with little interest in sight seeing.  And before you know it, you trip is half over and you feel like there were so many people you didn’t connect with.

Also, I thought I would be ALL ABOUT the eating out at my favorite restaurants, and that I would have to fight the urge to order too much when I undoubtedly went to them.  Instead, I’m not feeling the urge to visit them all.  The only one I *really* wanted to visit has been visited, and anything else, I can take it or leave it.

Last night, I had dinner (at 4:30 PM) with my 92ish Great Auntie Jean, her daughter and son-in-law.  I guess when you’re over sixty, your idea of “a good restaurant” is vastly different.  It’s about decent tasting food, LOTS of options (but no real specialty), and value.  It just so happened that what I ordered came with a salad AND a side AND a drink AND a dessert.  Oh my.  I nibbled on everything, though left 90% of my fettuccine Alfredo in my Aunt’s fridge.

This morning, when she pressed me to tell her what I wanted for breakfast, I told her I’d cook some eggs.  By the time I walked in the kitchen, she had pulled out everything I would need – two eggs, pan, spatula AND… a pat of butter, already in the pan. Guess the concept of olive oil spray has not made it to the pre-boomer generation yet.  And so, I had buttery eggs so as not to offend or confuse my little aunt (though I can honestly say I’d have preferred not to).

This evening, I had a great time.  I met my friend Linda and her family at a local Chicago pizzeria before heading to a Bulls game (my first!).  Again, I did really well (all things considered) with eating, having just one (one!) slice of pizza, salad, and one slice of fried zucchini and one fried cheese ball.  I spent the rest of the evening curled up on the sofa dishing with my pal Linda.  Perfect day :)

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Online Dating Profile Picture

I don’t know what it is, but the new attention I’ve been getting lately on match.com has been noted.  I have been on there for about 6 of the 9 months I’ve been in Austin, and in the past week or two, the number of men who have contacted me has grown about 7-fold.

Not three weeks ago, I was joking with my coworkers how I rarely hear from anyone on match, and when I do, the guys have one or two of the following two criteria: a picture of them in overalls or a picture of them on a Harley.  Granted, I live in Texas, and I like country music, and I have nothing against the appropriate use of overalls (i.e., they are not dinner attire), nor do I have an issue with motor cycles, there is a certain type of guy that has (camouflage) overalls AND a Harley.  And he WAS a nice guy (albeit unable to carry on a conversation).

This week (and I have done an official count) I received emails from six guys and winks (a passive way to say “I’m interested” without the effort of an email only to hear “Thanks but no thanks) from three guys.  Not only all of that, but I’m hearing from guys I’ve heard from before.  Guys who had previously rejected me (be it through drop-off of communication, or never got a second call from them).

I don’t know what to attribute this to, other than a change in profile picture.  A profile picture is one of the first things a guy will see when doing a general scan of women that meet search criteria (he can see the rest once he clicks on your first picture).  Here are some of the ones I’ve had up there in the recent past:

And here is the photo that changed the tides:

I have avoided this particular picture in the past because (1) I think I look chubby-cheeked (2) I’m shiny, and (3)  I’m a bit of a photo snob and find this to be of particularly poor quality.  But, I’m sure any(guy)one reading this could comment on the primary difference between this one and the other three.

Thoughts?  Is it better to put the curves “out there” as your profile picture, or have it in the mix of other pictures with something more modest as the forefront?  All I know is it’s nice to get some attention on the site for a change (especially when you drop a pretty penny to be on there).

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Dating while Fat and Trying to Lose

I have been online dating.  For a long, long time.  I don’t get hit on at bars or church, and so this has been a long-term solution for meeting men.

For those of you less experienced in online dating, let me enlighten you.  It is a very judgemental place.  Once you filter potential guys on some criteria you set, you basically scroll through pictures until someone strikes your fancy.  You may or may not read their entire profile before reaching out to them (through a wink, nudge or whatever cutesy word the site has come up with).  Guys are no different.  Guys are MUCH more visually driven, and so picture is everything.

For me, this poses a slight problem.  My picture shows off my chubby cheeks and collar bones.  Yes, I am a fat girl looking for love.  BUT, I’m also a fat girl who is TRULY working to improve herself.  That part – the part that’s not immediately visible, gets lost in the details.  Literally.  If you look at my profile, you will see I’m active…. way, way down – after my age, race, marriage status, kids status and religion.

So, the guys I typically hear from are big guys (because why would an athletic, fit guy reach out to a chubby girl?)  But, they are not always on the same page as me in terms of health.  Here’s what I can expect of the guys I hear from:

  • 70% of them are big guys who “wink” at every chubby girl (or every girl for that matter).  They may have a glint of an idea to lose weight “some day”, but there’s no immediate steps being taken.  These guys also think they work out 3 times a week, but when you talk to them, they haven’t been to the gym in a couple of weeks, or don’t even have a gym membership.
  • 25% of them think they are working on their health (me a year ago), and think they want to be with a girl who will encourage them.  They think that by dating a fit (or getting fit) girl, they will magically absorb her good habits, but God forbid you encourage them – that makes you pushy.  These are the guys that despite their aspirations, order queso at every meal.
  • 5% of them are in my boat – I’m guessing.  I haven’t truly met one of them, that I’m aware of.  They may be big now, but they have made strides recently and continue to see progress.  These are the ones I’m looking for!

This leaves me with precious little to work with.  What’s a girl to do?  Of the golden 5% of the big guys, there’s a needle in a haystack chance that I also get along with them, or we find each other mutually attractive, or have the same religious values…

All I can do is keep doing what I’ve always done and put myself out there.  I don’t plan to ‘wait for skinny’ before I start looking.

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The Changes I Can’t See

Tonight, two amazing things happened!  First, I did a 40 minute elliptical workout.  No, that’s not any particular feat for me, but the way my heart responded and the way I continue to feel post work-out is so surprising.  I rocked that elliptical.  Usually it winds me after just a few minutes.  My thighs and abs are a little sore, but I feel GREAT an hour and a half after.

I think all that working out last week did wonders for my heart and continues to make it stronger.  It’s so interesting to see how I have to work harder to get my heart rate up – it has to mean good things!

The second thing that happened today is I realized my stomach has finally gotten used to less food.  I feel full on less food, and don’t have pangs of hunger an hour later.  I’m satiated on a meal I perhaps would have considered a ‘boring snack’ before.

And just for kicks, I would like to throw out there that not eating out for the month of November has been so rewarding and easy.  I considered doing it for December, but ultimately think I’ll give myself another type of challenge.  I can’t wait to tell ya’ll how November shakes – out :)

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