Tag Archives: pushing

Doing it at the Gym

And by “it” I don’t mean “IT.”
Today was my first experiment with getting ready for work at the gym, instead of driving to the gym, then driving back home to get ready.  It went something like this:

  1. Woke up around 6:00
  2. Got dressed for the gym
  3. Ate breakfast
  4. Took the dog out
  5. Left for the gym: 6:35?
  6. Arrived at gym: 6:55 (though I have a difficult time thinking it took me 20 minutes to get there.
  7. Did a short workout (the real trial today was getting ready there)
  8. Started getting ready at 7:30ish
  9. Left the gym at 8:00

A big help was packing my bag last night.  Had I had to pick out what I was wearing this morning, it would not have gone as smoothly.

So, wake up to being ready to head to work was about 2 hours.  I think that is alright, though I will have to work on my timing and efficiency moving forward to make this a very viable solution.

As for the experience, it was exactly pleasant.  My gym has zero privacy for getting ready.  If you want to change out of your underwear (or into it) in private, you either have to do it in the shower stall where it’s wet, or in the bathroom stall where (a) it is cramped and (b) you run the risk of dropping something in the commode.  So, if you’re me, you do it sort of half covered in the open area, using the strength of your arm pits to hold a towel around you, mostly unsuccessfully.

A few things I need to try:

  1. If I’m just doing cardio, there is no reason to go to the gym – there is a cardio studio in my apartment complex that, at the very very least, has working treadmills.  I save travel time and hassle that way.
  2. I need to keep my wet stuff (shampoo, conditioner, face wash, etc.) in a separate, hangable contraption, so I’m not schlepping my makeup and makeup brushes into the shower area.
  3. I need to bring a hanger with me so that I can hang my bath towel up in the car to dry during the day (so it’s not mildewing in the trunk of my car).
  4. Must purchase a shower cap.
  5. Must remember my lock next time.  It was no big deal – I just left my stuff in the car until I was done with the workout, but I also had to schlep that stuff to the shower area (clothes and all).

Overall, the main annoyance was the privacy issue.  I’m just not comfortable getting dressed out in the open (yet?).  Maybe it will take time, or being more comfortable with my body.  Though I will say some women there are very comfortable with themselves, and will prance around naked.  I’ve heard stories about women doing everything naked – from blow drying hair to finishing off their make-up, and THEN get dressed.  No, thank you.  But on that note, I also felt in a rush to put clothes on, where at home I would air out a little more.

Tomorrow, I’m arriving earlier and going for a longer work out.  There is a Body Pump class at 6am, which means (1) packing my bag again tonight, (2) waking up earlier – perhaps 5:15 with one opportunity to snooze.

Tagged , , , ,

Get Over It

So, I wrote that post this morning and spent the day feeling sorry for myself.  This is sort of normal for me – realize today what I must do tomorrow, as opposed to now.  Friday was a blow, and this morning, it was tough to confess my weight loss sins.  And while tomorrow is a new day, I feel the need to do something RIGHT NOW.

Whatever you’re doing at the moment, if you’re feeling like a couch potato or like a blob, go put on some spandex and get moving.  Now.  I’m heading to the gym myself, inspired by Extreme Makeover Weight Loss Edition, and contestant Jacqui, who works out 2+ hours a day, 6 days a week.  She lost 90 lbs in 90 days (355 to 263).  And her 2nd phase goal was 50 lobs – 263 to 213 in 3 months.

So inspiring.

So, heading to the gym.  Right. Now.

Goals today:

1 hour on the elliptical
500 min. calories burned
120 crunches
Jump on that little platform thing once.

Tagged , , , , , , ,

Playing Games

I just left a great workout.  Literally, it ended 23 minutes ago – long enough for me to drive home (while avoiding direct eye contact with Sonic), turn on my computer and start a movie (No Strings Attached).  I digress.

It was a great workout, and I wanted to share with you how I stayed motivated.

Generally, between parking my car and getting on a machine, I make a goal.  Sometimes it’s a distance or time goal, but usually it is a calorie goal.  That is, I can’t stop until I’ve hit X number of calories.  This way, if I’m tired, and want to stop earlier, all I have to do is work harder/faster.  If I have all the time in the world, and I’m feeling lazy/tired/sore, then I lower my intensity/speed and work longer.

Today, I tried a different machine.  The past few times to the gym, I worked on the elliptical trainer.  This was a recommendation from a personal trainer because it simulates running without the impact on your hips and knees (both which give me issues). For whatever reason, I was thinking, “Ugh” at the thought of the El Trainer today and so I hopped on a newfangled treadmill.  By newfangled, I’m talking the motor in the back, full color touch screen kind.

This is the first machine that let me SET a calorie goal from the beginning. So, when I hopped on and reviewed my buttons of choice, I saw one that said “set goal,” which holy smokes, is what I do anyways.  I click on it and picked my calories (450) and then I could choose incline and speed.  As I did, the amount of time it would take me to complete would change.  I played around with the settings and saw that at a speed of 2.6mph and an incline of 10%, it would take over an hour to finish.

I started my 60+ min workout and quickly – very quickly – got bored.  I increased my incline to 20% (whoa), and my speed up to 2.7.  The machine told me I now only had like 35 minutes remaining (as opposed to the 55 remaining).

This could be fun.

So, since the 20% incline was challenging, but not sustainable, I kept playing around with the dials to make it interesting.  For instance, I would do one minute at 20%, but once I “beat” that, I took it down to 19.5%, which added 15 seconds to the time remaining.  I kept playing around with the one-minute “intervals” until I started to feel a bit of a runners high.  At about 15% I felt really good and so I’d say, out loud mind you, “One more minute here.”  Then, “Just 30 more seconds here.”  I probably stayed at 15% for a good long time before it started to wind me.  So then I found another metric on the machine – elevation.  At this point, I’d climbed 985ft or so, and so I said (again, out loud – this seems to make a difference for me), “Hit 1,000 ft in elevation, then you can drop your speed.”

I played these little games for the full 39 minutes (where I ultimately hit 450 calories burned).  It made the time go by so much faster, I felt challenged, and I encouraged myself.

The one liiiiiitle thing I did not care for – this particular machine wouldn’t read my heart rate.  I don’t know if it was the whole series of machines at at the gym (there are 10 that are the same), or my particular one, but I would have really liked to know where I maxed out, and was walking too fast to take my own pulse.  One other thing, there didn’t seem to be a way to tell the machine how old I was or how much I weighed.  If you’re heavy like me, you want to do this because a heavy person burns more calories than an “average” person because of all the extra work it takes to carry the weight.

So then I did a 5 minute cool down on another treadmill (couldn’t figure out how to do it on the one I was on, plus the guy next to me was a little creepy).

Then, the next really fun part: strength.  I am still a little intimidated by the weight machines at my new gym.  I have used said machines at other gyms, but somehow stepping off the tiled walkways of the gym, onto the rubber mats of the weight area feels a little nerve wracking.  So, for now, I’ve been using a free weights/stretching/other area.

I did 100 crunches of varying kinds: toes in the air toe touches, angry penguins, standard, then did lower back crunches (100), including supermans, superman holds, and planks (not a crunch, but the idea was to work opposite muscle groups, so a count of one equaled one crunch).

I also did some arm work with free weights, but with a twist!  I got a BOSU ball, stood on it, and did curls and shoulder lifts.  I’m no fitness expert, but I know with challenge comes reward.  By standing on this thing while doing my curls, I was forced to engage my abs the whole time.

After that, I got a big (too big) yoga ball (I really don’t know the name for those things) and did some chest flies.

Next, feeling my triceps were under-worked, I attempted some tricep pushups using the BOSU ball.  I don’t know how well they worked, but they did something for me I’m sure, as I had a hard time doing them.

Last exercise, I did bridge crunches.  These are a nice way for me to tighten my butt (or at least that is the goal)!

Finally, stretching.  Oh how I love to stretch!  I made a mixed tape as a teenager called “stretching music,” full of Enya, monk chants, the Jurassic Park sound track, and a little Brian Adams.  No lie.

All in all, an excellent day at the gym!  How do you stay motivated at the gym, or how do you push yourself?

Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,

23_

23.  These are the first two numbers I would like to see on the scale very soon.  I don’t even care what the third number is, or the number after the decimal.  All I want is a two, followed by a three.

I have been stuck in the 240s for what feels like eons.  I finally broke into the low 240s on my short-lived experience with MyFitFoods, and the weight has stayed off.  But, I’m ready for a new 10-pound range.  For reals.

So, I’ve been mindful (somewhat).  Ugh, I know, “somewhat.”  I have been, um, 90% good and 10% bad.  That aint bad, right?  I mindlessly had a candy bar.  Well, I knew what I was doing at the time, but when i came across the wrapper in my purse, I thought “when in the world did I last have a Twix?”

“Um, two days ago.  You bought it at Home Depot.”

“Oh.  Right.”

STILL, 23.  I’m like 241 and change right now and I cannot wait to see that little 3 peek at me from between my toes.  It may not happen for my Friday update, but I’m really, really hoping for it by next week.  I have been working out like a fiend (well, with unexpected time from work off, that is).  And, I’ve been eating less; I’m sure of it.  With the financial cuts to my budget, I’ve been very careful to plow through my cupboard, and only buy things at the store that supplement that (for instance, my cupboard has uncooked pasta, so buying the stuff for sauce, and by “stuff,” I mean a jar of sauce, is allowed).  I can also get fruits, veggies and milk.  Instead of the $1 per day Greek yogurt, I’m now having regular stuff to appease that sweet tooth I get around 8pm.  And, I’m finally eating the jello I bought I don’t know how long ago (well, I do, but I don’t wanna say!).

And by the way, cupboard is a weird word.  I may only be saying so because I didn’t know how to spell it until just now, and therefore may be biased.

Two thirties.  I recall being exactly 230 lbs the day I moved to Los Angeles in September 2005.  I lost a bunch of weight while in LA (South Beach), but I remember seeing that number and being shocked.  SHOCKED. at how much I weighed.  By the time I left, I was closer to 210, but then quickly entered a relationship that ended badly, and with a 40 (yes 40) pound gain that I’m still trying to lose 6 years later.

I have post-its up at the office, and intentions to put up little messages around my apartment to encourage me.  I chant in my head every five minutes “two-three-oh, two-three-oh” (ok, this part is a lie).

In my head, 230s mean that I’m past the 240s (duh), but on my way to the 220s, and I think size 16.  I’ll have to think long and hard about the last time I was a size 16.  Hrm…..

Send prayers or good vibes or whatever you belief system does my way, if you don’t mind.  I would greatly appreciate it!

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

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?

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Vacation – Final Thoughts

Vacation is (was!) amazing.  And a perk to it all – I managed to lose weight (a little less than a pound, but a loss all the same).  On my last day of vacation, back inAustin, I slept in, got a pedi, potted some flowers, went to boot camp AND THEN went to the gym.  Oh yes!

So what was my secret for losing weight?  Weeeeeeell, for

(1) Chicago is a very active city – you walk everywhere.  In Austin, you really have to drive everywhere.  Though I lived there for some time, I think most of my stops were on-the-way, or else I would drive to them. For instance, shopping: I stopped into the stores on the way home, but if I was intentionally shopping, I would drive.

(2) I wasn’t so busy that I had to fit in meals I didn’t have time to mindfully consider.  It wasn’t about what was easy and quick, but rather I could carefully plan the time of my meals and snacks so they were 3-4 hours apart.

(3) I didn’t order everything on the menu.  I never *really* did that, but I would order an appetizer to share, a meal with sides, and a diet soda or alcoholic beverage.  This time around, it was water all the way and no appetizer.  And, as I mentioned in my previous, Bottomless Pit post, I didn’t always finish everything on my plate.

(4) Food is less of my focus this particular week.  I mean, I hope the feeling lasts, but it was really all about reconnecting – with or without food.

I unfortunately cannot credit any weight loss to working out.  Every time I considered it, there was some guilt about having “me” time when I have a limited amount of time with friends.  This is something for me to think about, for sure.

The last four days of my vacation were wonderful.  Just more of seeing old friends, visiting my old church, and just relaxing with my nook to absorb a taste of my old life.  Here are pictures of me and some of my friends/family:

Hanging out in the car with my Great Aunt - Jean :)

When at my Aunt's house, this is where I slept

This is the home of my wonderful friend Linda, and her family (well, sort-of - they live in one of the town homes, though not the one pictured).

Linda and I at Lou's pizza

At the Bulls game with friends!

The Bulls!

And (and, and, AND) I’m soooo close to the next 5lb mark!  Maybe by next Friday :)

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

The Bottomless Pit

While eating breakfast at a Chicago home-cooking restaurant, I was amazed to find I did not finish everything on my plate.  I had my eggs and two mini salmon cakes, but barely touched the grits, cornbread or biscuit.  This floored me not for the first time this month.

I have said it before and I will say it again: I used to be a bottomless pit.

I would not only clean my own plate, but you better believe not a single appetizer was taken from the table uneaten.  And, if I saw a friend’s food going to waste, I might offer to take it off their plate.  Though I suppressed how this overeating made me feel, if I’d taken the time to listen to my body, it was likely in pain; I’m sure my stomach was stretching to new limits.  My body could only just handle what I was doing to it, and doing to it completely mindlessly.

Perhaps there was some bit of wholeness or completeness that came with a full stomach or a completely cleaned plate.  Everyone has their “thing.”  I have a cousin who constantly empties the crumb tray on toasters – says it makes her feel good, like she can’t relax until the toaster crumbs are taken care of.   For some it’s having a cup of freshly sharpened pencils, doodling while on the phone, locking the front door, counting to 23 in their heads over and over again (I know someone who does this, by the way).  I can’t say for certain this is what emptying my plate did for me.

But today, watching the waiter take some of my food away, was a sense of accomplishment – not for what I did in that meal, but rather for the different way I approach food these days.  The goal of eating out with a friend is no longer what I get to eat; the focus is now on the time spent together, the conversation had.  And, for this reason, there’s little to no eating out alone anymore, and very rare occasions of picking up food.

It’s comforting to know my pit has a bottom now.

Tagged , , , , ,

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 :)

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

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).

Tagged , , , , , ,

Inspiration

I’ve been finding all kinds of inspiration lately, in an unlikely place I didn’t expect to see it: Pinterest.  If you aren’t familiar with the site, think of it as taking the act of book marking sites you like, and mixing it with a cork board or dream board.  You essentially “pin” the things that interest you – images only.  So, if you see a website with a cute picture of a do-dad you want to make for your daughter, you pin it, and it shows up with all the other things you’ve pinned.

I’m not sure that’s a great description, but you’ll have to try it for yourself.  The main point here is this: by seeing what others pin, I started finding inspiration for my workouts.  Here are some of my favorites:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7172/6819183633_f121eb7a2e_z.jpg

Tagged , ,
Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 546 other followers