I never planned to do a three day catch up, but darned if I'm not doing one. I came home on Thursday feeling so great about my weigh in, and running a temperature right about 99.5 degrees. I guess that all my working out, and going out into the cold (yes, it did get down into the 30's last week) wet to the skin, and me not drinking enough water, caught up with me. My family was so happy for me but I couldn't muster the energy to enjoy it. I went to bed about 8:30 that night, freezing cold, and feverish, with the "shibbers" as my little Alex called them. My temp got up to almost 102 degrees before I went to sleep. Mark thinks I got dehydrated as well, so the rest and water did me a world of good. I woke up Friday morning feeling better, and planned to go to my 6:30 team work out.
It was nice to see one of my missing team mates show up at the work out. She came ready to start with the baby shoes on, and Ron took us right to the stairwell. Oh boy....This time it was four of our team, including me, the praying lady, two mentors, and Ron. He said we were going to work out hard for about 30 minutes, and be done. So we started in the basement, at the first landing we did squats, then up, then the blue end weight bar chest presses, up then push ups, up then squats then up..then come on down. We did this 10 times and I thought the missing teammate was going to leave the gym. She thought we were done after that, but we went into the basketball courts and did lunges, then LOTS of stomach exercises. True to his word, Ron had us done in 30 minutes, and I was sweating like it had been two hours. My team mate said she was for sure coming to the Saturday 10:00am work out....Nope...she didn't! I was surprised that I felt as good as I did considering the night before, but I stayed hydrated, and paced myself, so it was all good.
Saturday morning I was sore. I had breakfast, and left for the gym. ON TIME! I was able to drive a normal speed and didn't screech into the parking lot on two wheels. Hurray!
Ron was waiting in the man gym for my team. Today it consisted of two of my team mates and myself, and since the gym was fairly empty, Ron had us work out on the equipment. I have liked using the equipment ever since I was introduced to it in 1988 at O'Brien's Gym in Chewelah. I clearly remember the first time I tried to use the pec machine. I was sitting on the seat and Dick O'Brien was showing us (myself and two other gals) how to adjust the weight and to push the pads together using your inner arms, therefore working your pectoral muscles. HA! little did he know that I had absolutely no upper body strength, and I think I did one rep with 5lbs before hopping out of it for one of the other gals to try! Good times though, once I caught on, I really was hooked! Ron has complimented me many times on my posture and control when using the weights.....thanks Patty and Dick!
Ron had us working on our chest, triceps, and shoulders, and one of the machines he had me on was a tall pull up machine, that was weighted to help you pull up. I have never, I mean NEVER EVER, been able to do a pull up. Not when I was 100lbs, and not now for sure. We used to do the Presidential fitness stuff in school, and I never did one pull up, so no award from the President for me. Anyway, to use this machine, you step up two steps, then grab the pull up handles, then step onto this bar that sinks down, and the idea is that once you pull yourself up, it will lift you ever so gently to help. This did not happen for me. I was hanging there off these handles like I was on the playground. GAAA! Ron said "pull up"...so I grunted...hhuummrrrrrr...nothing. Then he said "pull up"...and when I did, I grunted again, but up I came! He had his hand on the foot bar and was pulling (lifting) me up, and TAA DAAA...I did a pull up, he said "do ten"...I said "Whaaaaattt? I did one!"...then he said "great, you have nine more"...so I pulled and tugged, and swore under my breath...and at six I said that was all I could do...not a chance. He helped me to do ten, cheering me on, and helping me! I did TEN! I was so glad to get done, but he had us do the cycle of the three machines two more times so I did a total of 30 pull-ups..with help! I was so proud of me and we finished the work out in about an hour. He had us doing the pelvic thrust exercises again, but "Billy Jean" came on the radio so it was easy to catch the beat, and get them finished. I had the most excellent work out Saturday, ate an apple on my way home, and was thinking about 1988 and O'Brien's Gym! Thanks again for the memories! Sunday 2:30 class with the HCC group.
Sunday was the group class in the main aerobics gym, and we were supposed to do a class called Body Bar, using the steps, a mat, and of course the padded bar. When I got there, one of my team mates was there and she and I compared notes as to how awfully sore we were from the previous day! I know how I felt, I could barely lift my arms to wave, and she said the same thing. Then we saw the other team mate guy and he said that he was having a hard time also. It was a great work out Saturday and all, but being sore really made me think twice about the class and using the bar. THEN, I saw that the instructor was that same little, wound up, faster than lighting, firecracker person from the first step class. I knew right then that I couldn't do the class. I just didn't have it in me to try to keep up with her. Don't get me wrong, I will take a class from her, but when you can't move your arms and shoulders very well, it would make for a really long class. So, I took a...SPINNING class! Yahoo! I was happy! My legs were great, and all I had to do was hang on to the handlebars. I could be like a T-Rex...Big strong legs...little weak arms! So I said my goodbyes to my gang and went over to the spinning class. We had a different instructor this time so it was a little different program, but I had adjusted my bike better, so my knees didn't hurt, and the seat didn't feel like I was sitting on the head of a hatchet. A big part of the experience of the class, that makes it so great, is the music! We rode on flat roads, then hills, then downhill, then coasting, then stand up, and I had to pull myself up using my arms! Boy, I sure didn't think about that! We had the fans going and the music blairing, and the instructor giving us orders, and I loved every minute.
After we got done, we did some stomach exercises that were killer. I am very sore on my love handles and lower stomach. We did this one stomach thing where you lay on your belly and lift your arms and legs up at the same time, like Superman flying. Yes, well, it is supposed to look like that, but mine didn't because that was a lot harder than it looks. My tammates had a good work out and excellent stretching after their class. I will take her class next time, I promise!
Work out Monday at 6:00! If I can move my arms that is.....
Kelly
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Day 15 - January 27, 2011
Today is weigh in day. I am anxious to find out how I have done. I am excited because I feel like I did well with my eating and exercise, and scared because I feel I have done well, and don't want to get my hopes up. One thing I know for certain, I can't do what I usually have done in the past on weigh in day. I would STARVE and dehydrate myself rather than take a chance of gaining weight on weigh in day.
I have a great scale in my bathroom that weighs me anywhere from 5-8lbs less than I really weigh. I think the scale came with the house, and because maybe the owner didn't want a liar for a scale they left it behind, but for whatever reason I now have it, and really didn't want to weigh on it. I waited until everyone left for work and school, and hooked up the Wii fit. I made a Wii Mii over a year ago, and I remember that at the time I set it up I was told with my BMI, I was obese. That is such a cruel word! Then my little Wii Mii made a....boooiiiinnnngggg.... sound and got a round body. I remember feeling bad then, and I felt bad today when It did it again. If I had to choose, I would take the liar pants on fire scale over the mean Wii one, in a New York minute.
So here goes nothing....I weight in and I have lost.......drum roll......6.6LBS!!!!!
I lost 6.6 lbs THIS WEEK! So officially (because of the one pound difference from last week) I started on Friday at 222lbs, and weighed 215.4lbs today. I was the "biggest loser" for my team this week. The rest of my team did good, both men lost 6lbs, the biggest loser gal from last week lost 2.6, another gal lost 5, and we had one gal out sick. Our team moved up in the standings from 6th place to 5th place, and two of our mentors made the top 10 for weight loss also. Ron came in before the meeting started to see how we did, and when I told him my loss...he smiled (not the evil one either) and told me he wasn't surprised, that I worked really hard, and that he was happy for me! Me too! All total, our HCC group has lost 643 lbs in two weeks. Wow.
Oh, and before I forget, my liar scale said 208, and my Wii scale said 213.5. I was nearly naked on the Wii scale so it would have most likely been right on. I'm going with the Wii. Sorry for the naked vision....please remember I did say almost.
Tomorrow we have a team work out at 6:30. Here we go again!
Kelly
I have a great scale in my bathroom that weighs me anywhere from 5-8lbs less than I really weigh. I think the scale came with the house, and because maybe the owner didn't want a liar for a scale they left it behind, but for whatever reason I now have it, and really didn't want to weigh on it. I waited until everyone left for work and school, and hooked up the Wii fit. I made a Wii Mii over a year ago, and I remember that at the time I set it up I was told with my BMI, I was obese. That is such a cruel word! Then my little Wii Mii made a....boooiiiinnnngggg.... sound and got a round body. I remember feeling bad then, and I felt bad today when It did it again. If I had to choose, I would take the liar pants on fire scale over the mean Wii one, in a New York minute.
So here goes nothing....I weight in and I have lost.......drum roll......6.6LBS!!!!!
I lost 6.6 lbs THIS WEEK! So officially (because of the one pound difference from last week) I started on Friday at 222lbs, and weighed 215.4lbs today. I was the "biggest loser" for my team this week. The rest of my team did good, both men lost 6lbs, the biggest loser gal from last week lost 2.6, another gal lost 5, and we had one gal out sick. Our team moved up in the standings from 6th place to 5th place, and two of our mentors made the top 10 for weight loss also. Ron came in before the meeting started to see how we did, and when I told him my loss...he smiled (not the evil one either) and told me he wasn't surprised, that I worked really hard, and that he was happy for me! Me too! All total, our HCC group has lost 643 lbs in two weeks. Wow.
Oh, and before I forget, my liar scale said 208, and my Wii scale said 213.5. I was nearly naked on the Wii scale so it would have most likely been right on. I'm going with the Wii. Sorry for the naked vision....please remember I did say almost.
Tomorrow we have a team work out at 6:30. Here we go again!
Kelly
Friday, January 28, 2011
Day 14 - January 26, 2011
I forgot to mention that Tuesday was Madisen's 18th birthday. Happy Birthday honey! Lyndise made a delicious Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting for her. We sang to her and enjoyed the cake and the non-blow out able candles. I don't care how many times we have those on a cake, they are funny. Lyndsie found a great recipe for the cake, but instead of using the oil in the batter, she substituted applesauce, and increased the amount of carrots. It was really delicious. When we grocery shopped this weekend, Lyndsie and I found Laughing Cow Spreadable cheese, it has 35 calories, and when paired with whole wheat crackers (I have Ritz - 5 = 70 calories), it makes an excellent snack.
I turned in my food log today to the nutritionist. I was supposed to drop it off at the wellness center last night, but since I didn't go there, I put it into an Excel format and e-mailed it. I know that Janis is serious about turn in the logs, or you're out of the program, so I made a HUGE effort to get it in. After I sent it I realized that I forgot to put the cake on it. Yikes!
The workout for today is at 6:45. I got to the gym and had enough time to do 30 minutes on the treadmill before going to the man gym. I have forgotten to bring my water bottle in with me again. That is one thing that Ron is a stickler about. He insists we stay hydrated while we work out. It used to make me feel nauseated to drink water while I worked out, but I sweat so much that I am real thirsty all the time, in fact the goal is for us to drink a gallon of water each day. Did you know that just drinking two glasses of ice cold water will rev up your metabolism for 4 hours? I didn't either! Your body has to work to cool the water, so SHAZAM...you burn calories. Thank goodness I had five quarters and could buy a bottle from the vending machine. They have the neatest drinking fountains because you can set your bottle on this pad, and the fountain will fill it up like a kitchen faucet. No more tipping the bottle sideways, and there is a counter on the fountain that says how many bottles of water were recycled by refilling. One of the fountains has 59,000+ bottles filled.....Makes you think doesn't it.
Once again I am the only one of my team to be there. There is the praying lady, one mentor, me and Ron. I find myself wondering again about the team. I was so stressed about missing the workout last night, but yet, none of my team make it to the "TEAM" work outs. Ron said we were going to use some of the machines to do out leg workout. He set us up for a cycle, 30 second intervals, three different work outs. We did leg extensions, squats with weights, then stiff leg dumbbell lifts. Ron was helping me put the foot covers on for the leg extension machine, so I said "thank you Prince Charming for helping me with my slipper"...He stared at me like I had lost my mind. I don't know what happens to me sometimes.... This cycle was fairly easy, so we moved over to the machine where you lay on your belly, and push your leg out straight behind you, and you kick back, then in, back, in, back, in...right until your butt cheeks burst into flames. I thought it was going to happen right there. That hurt so bad. Not in the broken leg kind of hurt, just the muscle burn kind of way. While one of us was doing that, the other was over doing the leg press. You sit in it like an astronaut then push your legs up at a vertical angle. It wouldn't have been too bad if it wasn't for the fat roll in the way. I said that out loud to Ron, and he said not to worry, that stomach was next. He was not kidding. We did all kinds of stomach exercises, leg lifts, toe taps, v-ups, side to side things, crunches, and at one point I was begging to stop. He just chuckled and had us do just 5 more. I really like him, but geeeeze!
We had a chance to talk a little after the work out, and I found out that while I thought I had 2.8lbs weight loss last week , it was only 1.8lbs. While I was on the scale, it was waffling between the numbers. I chose the 221and they recorded 222. Bummer. I have worked very hard this week, and I hope that it shows. Tomorrow will tell.
Weigh in at 5:30 - meeting at 6:00...wish me luck!
Kelly
I turned in my food log today to the nutritionist. I was supposed to drop it off at the wellness center last night, but since I didn't go there, I put it into an Excel format and e-mailed it. I know that Janis is serious about turn in the logs, or you're out of the program, so I made a HUGE effort to get it in. After I sent it I realized that I forgot to put the cake on it. Yikes!
The workout for today is at 6:45. I got to the gym and had enough time to do 30 minutes on the treadmill before going to the man gym. I have forgotten to bring my water bottle in with me again. That is one thing that Ron is a stickler about. He insists we stay hydrated while we work out. It used to make me feel nauseated to drink water while I worked out, but I sweat so much that I am real thirsty all the time, in fact the goal is for us to drink a gallon of water each day. Did you know that just drinking two glasses of ice cold water will rev up your metabolism for 4 hours? I didn't either! Your body has to work to cool the water, so SHAZAM...you burn calories. Thank goodness I had five quarters and could buy a bottle from the vending machine. They have the neatest drinking fountains because you can set your bottle on this pad, and the fountain will fill it up like a kitchen faucet. No more tipping the bottle sideways, and there is a counter on the fountain that says how many bottles of water were recycled by refilling. One of the fountains has 59,000+ bottles filled.....Makes you think doesn't it.
Once again I am the only one of my team to be there. There is the praying lady, one mentor, me and Ron. I find myself wondering again about the team. I was so stressed about missing the workout last night, but yet, none of my team make it to the "TEAM" work outs. Ron said we were going to use some of the machines to do out leg workout. He set us up for a cycle, 30 second intervals, three different work outs. We did leg extensions, squats with weights, then stiff leg dumbbell lifts. Ron was helping me put the foot covers on for the leg extension machine, so I said "thank you Prince Charming for helping me with my slipper"...He stared at me like I had lost my mind. I don't know what happens to me sometimes.... This cycle was fairly easy, so we moved over to the machine where you lay on your belly, and push your leg out straight behind you, and you kick back, then in, back, in, back, in...right until your butt cheeks burst into flames. I thought it was going to happen right there. That hurt so bad. Not in the broken leg kind of hurt, just the muscle burn kind of way. While one of us was doing that, the other was over doing the leg press. You sit in it like an astronaut then push your legs up at a vertical angle. It wouldn't have been too bad if it wasn't for the fat roll in the way. I said that out loud to Ron, and he said not to worry, that stomach was next. He was not kidding. We did all kinds of stomach exercises, leg lifts, toe taps, v-ups, side to side things, crunches, and at one point I was begging to stop. He just chuckled and had us do just 5 more. I really like him, but geeeeze!
We had a chance to talk a little after the work out, and I found out that while I thought I had 2.8lbs weight loss last week , it was only 1.8lbs. While I was on the scale, it was waffling between the numbers. I chose the 221and they recorded 222. Bummer. I have worked very hard this week, and I hope that it shows. Tomorrow will tell.
Weigh in at 5:30 - meeting at 6:00...wish me luck!
Kelly
Day 13 - January 25, 2011
This is a real interesting day for me. Today is the first day since I started my program that I will work out away from my team. I have been asking myself why it has been such a big deal. There are going to be many times in the next few weeks that I will have to make other plans for my work outs. It's not like I don't have a membership to a local gym. I joined that gym almost a year ago and I haven't been there as much in a year as I have to the wellness center in just two weeks.
Tonight I took Caity to the basketball game where she was cheering for the girls varsity. My plan was to be at the game with her, then after bringing her home, I will go over to my gym since it is open till 10:00pm. I'm sitting there kind of watching the game, when I realize that I am worried. About what? Failure. I am worried about failing my work out somehow. I know it sounds stupid to think about failing, but that's what I was doing. It took me awhile to realize that I was equating success with my team, rather than myself, because I have failed many times in the past. But I have to remember what was said in our first meeting, forget about past failures & successes, they will just mess with your mind. I have got to remember that I am part of the team, but ultimately any success or failure is mine, and mine alone.
At the end of the game I came home, changed my clothes, and went to the gym. Lyndsie went with me so I didn't have to go alone so that was helpful. I had spoken to Ron on Monday night about what to do and so I had a plan for the treadmill. He wanted me to do 45 to 60 minutes, at a good walking speed, with the treadmill set on an incline of 3 or 6. Piece of cake. I turned on the TV and found the movie "Bad Boys", with Will Smith...Dang he is so good looking.........Ummmmm.......What? Oh, sorry just daydreaming for a sec. Oh yes, so I put on the closed captioning, put on my iPod, and away I went. I tried to keep it at a steady pace, but when a good song would come on, I would adjust the speed to match the tempo of the song. Lyndsie was on the elliptical behind me, and must have thought I was was losing my mind, or having a medical incident, because she could see I was watching the movie, but she didn't know about the music and the faster tempo. My goal was to do 60 minutes, but, I started trying to talk myself into quitting at 30 minutes. I did that whole, "I'll just do 30 minutes", then 35, 40, 45, 50, and soon enough, I was done. I was concentrating so hard that when Lyndsie walked up behind me I jumped! I finished my work out and called it good. To this very minute I still don't understand what made this such a big deal to me or why I was so fearful.
We stopped at Publix to get a couple of things since it is right next to the gym. I can only imagine how bad Lyndsie and I looked after working out, but at least I didn't feel the need to get a candy bar on my way out. Baby steps......
Tomorrow is a team workout at 6:45. I can't wait!
Kelly
Tonight I took Caity to the basketball game where she was cheering for the girls varsity. My plan was to be at the game with her, then after bringing her home, I will go over to my gym since it is open till 10:00pm. I'm sitting there kind of watching the game, when I realize that I am worried. About what? Failure. I am worried about failing my work out somehow. I know it sounds stupid to think about failing, but that's what I was doing. It took me awhile to realize that I was equating success with my team, rather than myself, because I have failed many times in the past. But I have to remember what was said in our first meeting, forget about past failures & successes, they will just mess with your mind. I have got to remember that I am part of the team, but ultimately any success or failure is mine, and mine alone.
At the end of the game I came home, changed my clothes, and went to the gym. Lyndsie went with me so I didn't have to go alone so that was helpful. I had spoken to Ron on Monday night about what to do and so I had a plan for the treadmill. He wanted me to do 45 to 60 minutes, at a good walking speed, with the treadmill set on an incline of 3 or 6. Piece of cake. I turned on the TV and found the movie "Bad Boys", with Will Smith...Dang he is so good looking.........Ummmmm.......What? Oh, sorry just daydreaming for a sec. Oh yes, so I put on the closed captioning, put on my iPod, and away I went. I tried to keep it at a steady pace, but when a good song would come on, I would adjust the speed to match the tempo of the song. Lyndsie was on the elliptical behind me, and must have thought I was was losing my mind, or having a medical incident, because she could see I was watching the movie, but she didn't know about the music and the faster tempo. My goal was to do 60 minutes, but, I started trying to talk myself into quitting at 30 minutes. I did that whole, "I'll just do 30 minutes", then 35, 40, 45, 50, and soon enough, I was done. I was concentrating so hard that when Lyndsie walked up behind me I jumped! I finished my work out and called it good. To this very minute I still don't understand what made this such a big deal to me or why I was so fearful.
We stopped at Publix to get a couple of things since it is right next to the gym. I can only imagine how bad Lyndsie and I looked after working out, but at least I didn't feel the need to get a candy bar on my way out. Baby steps......
Tomorrow is a team workout at 6:45. I can't wait!
Kelly
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Day 12 - January 24, 2011
I am still pretty jazzed about the spinning class I took yesterday, even though I am very sore in my legs, and nether regions. I saw people piling towels on their seats and I just thought that maybe they sweated a lot. Obviously not one of my finer moments. Mark is a bike rider. He has the bike jerseys, the clip on shoes, and the padded pants. He even had gloves for his hands. I know that he would like to ride here in SC more, but he hasn't been able to find safe roads. Most of the roads here are shoulder less, but every once in awhile, he will brave the streets and go for a long ride. There were a number of families in Indiana that would get together and go on rides, in fact I have a couple of great memories from then. Once Caitlyn wiped out on her bike, and our friend Bob stopped to help us, only he forgot to take his feet out of the clip on pedals, and fell over sideways. Another of our friends, Chuck, had a bee fly up his pant leg, and he had a terrible crash. There was nothing funny about it at all and we are grateful he wasn't hurt, but I still smile when I think of him telling that story. Enough reminiscing for now, but I just want to say again, if you haven't tried spinning, do...it is a trip.
Today we are meeting at 6:45 to work out. The instructions from Ron were to do cardio for 45 minutes, then come down to the man gym, and we'll get started. Goodie...two hand scanners and turnstiles...again....by the way, my bruise is black and purple from the turnstile arm...I know, I need to build a bridge and get over it, but it still hurts. Anyway, as things would have it, I was able to get to the gym in time to do 40 minutes of the elliptical, so even though our goal was 45 minutes, I felt good, and was sweating to prove it. Message to everyone..."The Food Network" is not the best choice for stationary exercise viewing. I was watching Paula Deen and her son Bobby, make these oatmeal cookies, that were stuffed with marshmallow cream, chocolate fudge, and nuts....need I say that her first words were, "ya'll, this recipe starts with two sticks of budda"....I had to change the channel. I landed on "King of Queens", and ran to my hearts content. I might try those cookies sometime..but certainly not now.
We had five people tonight. Myself, the praying lady (she is great), two mentors, and Ron. I still haven't seen the other five actual members of my team since they are going to other workouts. I worry that they are bonding without me. We are a team after all...aren't we? We all follow Ron around like little ducks, so when he stops, we all stop in a pile. I don't think he loves it much. Anyway...he has us working on our upper body, bicep curls, hammer curls, one armed rows, both arm rows, shoulder presses, tricep extensions, and on and on....we do the set for 30 seconds to a minute, then do something else for that same amount of time, then again, only different, and we do this almost non-stop for well over 45 minutes. I forgot to bring my water bottle so I have to get quick sips of water, and I wet my towel to help wipe my face and get the sweat out of my eyes. Then he says..let get bars..oh no...he says "here Kelly, you can handle this one"...Gaaa! It is blue, a 10 pounder...he smiles that smile again (evil) and away we go, presses, curls, we lay down on mats and go chest presses, and tricep extensions, over and over again. That 10lb bar felt like it was 100lbs when we got done. Oh, by the way, he gave the pink 5 pounder to Miss Praying lady..so that was alright, and I actually handled it better than I thought I would. Yeah!
We did stomach exercises that were killer, then we did push ups, and ...dah, dah, dahhhhh..Walk ups. I did three sets of four, and I didn't feel faint at all! I breathed through the pain and got them done! It is quite an accomplishment from the first time I tried to do them. Just about an hour and a half later, we were done. Ron told us that the baby shoes were off, and things were going to get tougher..I asked him if we could please just get training wheel shoes or something...he just smiled again..that scary evil smile of his.
Tomorrow is a problem for me to get to training because of a conflict with Caitlyn's cheerleading, so I asked Ron what I could do at my local gym. He told me to get on the treadmill and walk for an hour. Some incline and a steady pace. That I can do.
Tomorrow I will be on my own, and the gym is open until 10:00....we'll see.....
Kelly
Today we are meeting at 6:45 to work out. The instructions from Ron were to do cardio for 45 minutes, then come down to the man gym, and we'll get started. Goodie...two hand scanners and turnstiles...again....by the way, my bruise is black and purple from the turnstile arm...I know, I need to build a bridge and get over it, but it still hurts. Anyway, as things would have it, I was able to get to the gym in time to do 40 minutes of the elliptical, so even though our goal was 45 minutes, I felt good, and was sweating to prove it. Message to everyone..."The Food Network" is not the best choice for stationary exercise viewing. I was watching Paula Deen and her son Bobby, make these oatmeal cookies, that were stuffed with marshmallow cream, chocolate fudge, and nuts....need I say that her first words were, "ya'll, this recipe starts with two sticks of budda"....I had to change the channel. I landed on "King of Queens", and ran to my hearts content. I might try those cookies sometime..but certainly not now.
We had five people tonight. Myself, the praying lady (she is great), two mentors, and Ron. I still haven't seen the other five actual members of my team since they are going to other workouts. I worry that they are bonding without me. We are a team after all...aren't we? We all follow Ron around like little ducks, so when he stops, we all stop in a pile. I don't think he loves it much. Anyway...he has us working on our upper body, bicep curls, hammer curls, one armed rows, both arm rows, shoulder presses, tricep extensions, and on and on....we do the set for 30 seconds to a minute, then do something else for that same amount of time, then again, only different, and we do this almost non-stop for well over 45 minutes. I forgot to bring my water bottle so I have to get quick sips of water, and I wet my towel to help wipe my face and get the sweat out of my eyes. Then he says..let get bars..oh no...he says "here Kelly, you can handle this one"...Gaaa! It is blue, a 10 pounder...he smiles that smile again (evil) and away we go, presses, curls, we lay down on mats and go chest presses, and tricep extensions, over and over again. That 10lb bar felt like it was 100lbs when we got done. Oh, by the way, he gave the pink 5 pounder to Miss Praying lady..so that was alright, and I actually handled it better than I thought I would. Yeah!
We did stomach exercises that were killer, then we did push ups, and ...dah, dah, dahhhhh..Walk ups. I did three sets of four, and I didn't feel faint at all! I breathed through the pain and got them done! It is quite an accomplishment from the first time I tried to do them. Just about an hour and a half later, we were done. Ron told us that the baby shoes were off, and things were going to get tougher..I asked him if we could please just get training wheel shoes or something...he just smiled again..that scary evil smile of his.
Tomorrow is a problem for me to get to training because of a conflict with Caitlyn's cheerleading, so I asked Ron what I could do at my local gym. He told me to get on the treadmill and walk for an hour. Some incline and a steady pace. That I can do.
Tomorrow I will be on my own, and the gym is open until 10:00....we'll see.....
Kelly
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Day 11 - January 23, 2011
Today's workout was at 2:30 for all of the HCC participants, so I slept in a little, and had time to do a few things around the house before going. Somehow or other, I managed to mess around and lose track of time, so I once again left the house about 10 minutes late. Just enough that I knew there was no way to make the class on time.
In the past, I would have found a few excuses and stayed home, but I was determined to get there, even if I was late. I was really stressing about being late, and I wanted to eat...everything...so it was good that I as in the car and not home. I do that all the time. When I get stressed, or nervous, or agitated, I look for food. It was suggested that we keep track of the triggers that make us over eat and wow..that one is so right there. Instead of getting more uptight, I called and talked to family in Washington until I got to the gym. I turned out that I was about 10 minutes late but the class hadn't started yet...Hurray!
I wrestled with the hand scan and made it through the turnstile (by the way, I have a tennis ball size bruise on my thigh where I crashed into the arm thing yesterday) and found that the class was packed. Everyone had step-up decks, yoga mats, and weight bars, and they were stacked in there like cord wood. I was scrounging for the equipment (I didn't see any pink bars though), when they made an announcement that there was room for a few more crazy people in the spinning class. Spinning....humm...well....someone said "I'll go". I think it was my alter ego, because I'm just not that fond of bike riding! A couple of us went out to the bike room, and I really did think what the heck have I gotten myself into...
We picked out bikes, and had help adjusting the seat height, putting our feet into the pedal straps, making sure the water was in reach, and the helper mentor was passing out towels. How nice. It wasn't long until the leader gave us a quick rundown of the bike operations, safety when standing, and a few hints on keeping your tush from getting too sore. The music started, and we were off. Pedaling like the wind, then up imaginary hills which required us to crank the tension knob hard to the right, then stand up, pedaling..pedaling...pedaling harder, to the top of the hill, then knob to the right to release the tension, and off we go. Wheeeeee....
In the past, I would have found a few excuses and stayed home, but I was determined to get there, even if I was late. I was really stressing about being late, and I wanted to eat...everything...so it was good that I as in the car and not home. I do that all the time. When I get stressed, or nervous, or agitated, I look for food. It was suggested that we keep track of the triggers that make us over eat and wow..that one is so right there. Instead of getting more uptight, I called and talked to family in Washington until I got to the gym. I turned out that I was about 10 minutes late but the class hadn't started yet...Hurray!
I wrestled with the hand scan and made it through the turnstile (by the way, I have a tennis ball size bruise on my thigh where I crashed into the arm thing yesterday) and found that the class was packed. Everyone had step-up decks, yoga mats, and weight bars, and they were stacked in there like cord wood. I was scrounging for the equipment (I didn't see any pink bars though), when they made an announcement that there was room for a few more crazy people in the spinning class. Spinning....humm...well....someone said "I'll go". I think it was my alter ego, because I'm just not that fond of bike riding! A couple of us went out to the bike room, and I really did think what the heck have I gotten myself into...
We picked out bikes, and had help adjusting the seat height, putting our feet into the pedal straps, making sure the water was in reach, and the helper mentor was passing out towels. How nice. It wasn't long until the leader gave us a quick rundown of the bike operations, safety when standing, and a few hints on keeping your tush from getting too sore. The music started, and we were off. Pedaling like the wind, then up imaginary hills which required us to crank the tension knob hard to the right, then stand up, pedaling..pedaling...pedaling harder, to the top of the hill, then knob to the right to release the tension, and off we go. Wheeeeee....
There is a HUGE fan in the room, so you get this whole breeze in your face exhilaration, and your pedaling to the music, and she is telling you to sprint for 15 seconds, then back off, then sprint, then breathe, and pedal on the flat surface, then here comes a hill....and stand up and go!!! What a rush! I have NEVER taken a class that made me feel that way before. At one point there was a song on that had a bit of an African beat that was about six minutes long. We were riding flats, then "hills", really taxing our legs. The frantic beat of the music, the wind in my hair, I was standing up pedaling for all I was worth, my head was down with my eyes closed, and I started to get choked up. It was all I could do to swallow back the tears. It was like no other moment I have had for a very long time. It was as If I was alone in that class, riding through somewhere fabulous, and I felt powerful! We kept up this ebb and flow pace for nearly 45 minutes. The last song that she played with the sprint - hill combos was "Firework" by Katie Perry. Wow....The lyrics say:
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It's always been inside of you, you, you
And now it's time you let it through-ooh-ooh
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It's always been inside of you, you, you
And now it's time you let it through-ooh-ooh
That was it for me, I wanted to cry again. The song ended and so did the ride. I wanted to fling out my arms like Rose did on the Titanic, feeling the wind in my hair and on my face. Fearless.
We did some after class stretching and the instructor shared that the first time she took a spinning class she said it would be her last. Well, that was 12 years ago, and she is the most awesome teacher. I was very sore in my tush, and burned at least 500 calories in less than an hour. I will take another spinning class because there is nothing like it and I am looking forward to it.
Tomorrow is up in the air so I'll get hold of my trainers to see what time. Until then...man, what a ride!
Kelly
Monday, January 24, 2011
Day 10 - January 22, 2011
I think I left off the last day with the idea of going to another class in addition to meeting with my team at 10:00. Well...that didn't happen. I woke up in time, and considering I get up most every morning between 6:00 - 6:30 (although lately I have been sleeping in more..soreness will do that), I was able to sleep in some, I was still up by 8:15. I just couldn't talk myself into going to the 9:00 class. I was determined to go to the 11:00 water aerobics after though.
I ate some breakfast, grabbed an apple and water, and headed out to the class. I am not good at estimating the amount of time it takes to get to the gym from where I live...I thought it was about 25 minutes...Nope....I was almost late. We were meeting in the man gym, and I was really moving to get there on time. I did stop and gawk at the Zumba class, thinking that the belly dancing they were doing looked fun, and painful at the same time....I zoomed (read: hobbled) down the stairs to the man gym about 5 minutes late.
I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but in order to access the gyms, aerobic floors, locker rooms, etc., we had to do a few things when we first started the HCC. We were given an access code, then we had our hand scanned (twice), and then our pictures were taken. All of this to be sure that we don't accidentally impersonate someone else. The code...piece of cake...the picture...looks like one of the stretched out animals on a greeting card. You know the ones I am talking about? The ones with the dog face all distorted, and the eyes all googly. The "fish eye" look. Anyway, then we have the hand scanner. I hate the hand scanner and it hates me, especially when I am in a hurry. You have to slide your hand in and make sure your fingers hit the probes, while keeping your palm flat. I did that, again, and again...each time that fish eye picture would show up, and I would try again to put my fingers against the probe. FINALLY, it let me go through, and something happened in the turnstile. I don't know if I was in too big of a hurry, or just what, but somehow I got stuck in the turnstile, with one of the three "arms" rammed into my thigh. Good grief...it sounded like a bull in a china shop...KKRRAASSHHH!! Nearly everyone stopped to see what happened. How embarrassing. I just finished coming through, and acted like I had planned to do that the entire time. I could honestly feel a lump under my skin already forming. I was so glad to finally get to my team, and Ron said, grab your stuff, we're heading to the main gym...GAAAA!
We went to the track and each of us was given a weighted bar...I ran over people to get a pink one... 5 not 10 lbs this time. So we walked on the track, around and around, and at each bend, we did excercises with the bar - curls, lifts, presses, all the while keeping a brisk walking pace. There were runners and walkers on the track with us that we had to avoid, and I had a near miss with my bar and a wall support. I was walking and, BONG, someone hit the support...I was glad it wasn't me since I had already had one incident, but whomever it was, needs to wash their mouth out with soap, they were quite a potty mouth! We finished on the track, and back down to the man gym we went, through the awful turnstile, and the workout continued. We did lunges, and squats, and mountain climbers, and dumbbell work, and stomach stuff too. By the time it was over, it was nearly 11:30, so I never made it to the water aerobics. I was in such a hurry leaving the house, I didn't grab my bag with the water stuff, so it was never going to happen anyway. Self sabatoge?
I plan on going to mass tonight so I can sleep in tomorrow, and maybe talk to my family. I have missed them this week but I know that they understand.
Tomorrow is the 2:30 class for all the HCC people.
Kelly
I ate some breakfast, grabbed an apple and water, and headed out to the class. I am not good at estimating the amount of time it takes to get to the gym from where I live...I thought it was about 25 minutes...Nope....I was almost late. We were meeting in the man gym, and I was really moving to get there on time. I did stop and gawk at the Zumba class, thinking that the belly dancing they were doing looked fun, and painful at the same time....I zoomed (read: hobbled) down the stairs to the man gym about 5 minutes late.
I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but in order to access the gyms, aerobic floors, locker rooms, etc., we had to do a few things when we first started the HCC. We were given an access code, then we had our hand scanned (twice), and then our pictures were taken. All of this to be sure that we don't accidentally impersonate someone else. The code...piece of cake...the picture...looks like one of the stretched out animals on a greeting card. You know the ones I am talking about? The ones with the dog face all distorted, and the eyes all googly. The "fish eye" look. Anyway, then we have the hand scanner. I hate the hand scanner and it hates me, especially when I am in a hurry. You have to slide your hand in and make sure your fingers hit the probes, while keeping your palm flat. I did that, again, and again...each time that fish eye picture would show up, and I would try again to put my fingers against the probe. FINALLY, it let me go through, and something happened in the turnstile. I don't know if I was in too big of a hurry, or just what, but somehow I got stuck in the turnstile, with one of the three "arms" rammed into my thigh. Good grief...it sounded like a bull in a china shop...KKRRAASSHHH!! Nearly everyone stopped to see what happened. How embarrassing. I just finished coming through, and acted like I had planned to do that the entire time. I could honestly feel a lump under my skin already forming. I was so glad to finally get to my team, and Ron said, grab your stuff, we're heading to the main gym...GAAAA!
We went to the track and each of us was given a weighted bar...I ran over people to get a pink one... 5 not 10 lbs this time. So we walked on the track, around and around, and at each bend, we did excercises with the bar - curls, lifts, presses, all the while keeping a brisk walking pace. There were runners and walkers on the track with us that we had to avoid, and I had a near miss with my bar and a wall support. I was walking and, BONG, someone hit the support...I was glad it wasn't me since I had already had one incident, but whomever it was, needs to wash their mouth out with soap, they were quite a potty mouth! We finished on the track, and back down to the man gym we went, through the awful turnstile, and the workout continued. We did lunges, and squats, and mountain climbers, and dumbbell work, and stomach stuff too. By the time it was over, it was nearly 11:30, so I never made it to the water aerobics. I was in such a hurry leaving the house, I didn't grab my bag with the water stuff, so it was never going to happen anyway. Self sabatoge?
I plan on going to mass tonight so I can sleep in tomorrow, and maybe talk to my family. I have missed them this week but I know that they understand.
Tomorrow is the 2:30 class for all the HCC people.
Kelly
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Day 9 - January 21, 2011
Today was by far the most frustrating day at the gym, and not for the reasons that you might think.
I had a good day today with my eating including logging it in my book. I am not as sore as I was, so that is outstanding, and I was able to get around at a brisker pace than I have been. I had to be at work early so I made sure I had breakfast and my thermos of coffee mix ready to go. By coffee mix, I mean my turbinado sugar and 2% milk that I put into my coffee thermos, then add coffee to when I get to work. I usually only do this when I am running behind and haven't made coffee in the morning. I know that I need to have black coffee, but I have to wean myself off the added stuff, and I have already cut back quite a bit.
We had a team work out scheduled for 7:00 so I stayed a little later at work, then went on to the wellness center to do cardio, before the actual work out. I could warm up that way and be ready to go home after the team stuff. I get to the man gym and only the assistant trainer is there, with another mentor that I hadn't met before. My trainer, Ron, had a conflict so he couldn't come. Another member of the team showed up at about 7:10, so it was suggested that we go do cardio. I understand that things come up, but where was the rest of the team? I told them that I had already done 25 minutes on the elliptical, so the trainer said for her and I to go to the track on the second floor, while my teammate went to the treadmill with the other mentor. By the time we got to the track we had stopped to visit a couple of times and it was getting close to 7:20. I just wanted to get going so I could go home.
The indoor track is really very nice. When I was turning in my paperwork for the HCC, I drove around and around in Charleston trying to find the wellness center. I had circled the block twice and on the third time around, I looked up, and there were people running inside of what looked like a Habitrail hamster tube. Around the track is open glass so even though you are inside, you still feel like you aren't because you can look out. It is pretty cool, and six times around the track is a mile. Anyway...the trainer and I went to the track and we walked the track once, then every half lap, we jogged. I was really happy with myself because I was able to jog the half laps without having to stop. I know I didn't pull off the gazelle look, all swift and sharp, and bouncy. Mine was more like that last fat rhinoceros in the movie "Jumanji"...last one in the herd, panting hard, and trying not to fall too far behind. After that we went into the main cardio area to do the rowing machine. Now thinking back, I don't know that I ever have done the rowing machine, and the best thing about these machines is that the resistance is an enclosed paddle wheel system, that uses water. As you pull back and slide forward, it makes the sound of water rushing by. I wanted to get finished since it was about 20 minutes to 8:00 now. I strapped my feet in and rowed the best I could considering I am not used to bending like that. We did this for 10 minutes, then did some stretches to work out the kinks in my shoulders, then my trainer started talking to another assistant. Here I am stretching away, and she is gabbing away. By now it is 8:00 and my teammate left. He did 30 minutes on the treadmill, then gone, since we weren't really doing anything. I was trying to politely tell them that I wanted to get done, but they kept talking, every now and again asking me to wait so we could stretch out my back. I was getting madder and madder by the minute. I JUST wanted to go home, but I also wanted to make sure I did what was required. FINALLY I said I was going to go, and the trainers stopped talking.
It was nearly 8:20 when I got to the car, and almost 9:00 when I got home...again...
I understand that single people don't have the same mind set as married, or family people do, but enough is enough. I decided that come h**l or high water I was going to be at the team workouts. I just wish everyone felt the same.
Team work out at 10:00 tomorrow...Zumba before at 9:00 or water aerobics after at 11:00....we'll see....
Kelly
I had a good day today with my eating including logging it in my book. I am not as sore as I was, so that is outstanding, and I was able to get around at a brisker pace than I have been. I had to be at work early so I made sure I had breakfast and my thermos of coffee mix ready to go. By coffee mix, I mean my turbinado sugar and 2% milk that I put into my coffee thermos, then add coffee to when I get to work. I usually only do this when I am running behind and haven't made coffee in the morning. I know that I need to have black coffee, but I have to wean myself off the added stuff, and I have already cut back quite a bit.
We had a team work out scheduled for 7:00 so I stayed a little later at work, then went on to the wellness center to do cardio, before the actual work out. I could warm up that way and be ready to go home after the team stuff. I get to the man gym and only the assistant trainer is there, with another mentor that I hadn't met before. My trainer, Ron, had a conflict so he couldn't come. Another member of the team showed up at about 7:10, so it was suggested that we go do cardio. I understand that things come up, but where was the rest of the team? I told them that I had already done 25 minutes on the elliptical, so the trainer said for her and I to go to the track on the second floor, while my teammate went to the treadmill with the other mentor. By the time we got to the track we had stopped to visit a couple of times and it was getting close to 7:20. I just wanted to get going so I could go home.
The indoor track is really very nice. When I was turning in my paperwork for the HCC, I drove around and around in Charleston trying to find the wellness center. I had circled the block twice and on the third time around, I looked up, and there were people running inside of what looked like a Habitrail hamster tube. Around the track is open glass so even though you are inside, you still feel like you aren't because you can look out. It is pretty cool, and six times around the track is a mile. Anyway...the trainer and I went to the track and we walked the track once, then every half lap, we jogged. I was really happy with myself because I was able to jog the half laps without having to stop. I know I didn't pull off the gazelle look, all swift and sharp, and bouncy. Mine was more like that last fat rhinoceros in the movie "Jumanji"...last one in the herd, panting hard, and trying not to fall too far behind. After that we went into the main cardio area to do the rowing machine. Now thinking back, I don't know that I ever have done the rowing machine, and the best thing about these machines is that the resistance is an enclosed paddle wheel system, that uses water. As you pull back and slide forward, it makes the sound of water rushing by. I wanted to get finished since it was about 20 minutes to 8:00 now. I strapped my feet in and rowed the best I could considering I am not used to bending like that. We did this for 10 minutes, then did some stretches to work out the kinks in my shoulders, then my trainer started talking to another assistant. Here I am stretching away, and she is gabbing away. By now it is 8:00 and my teammate left. He did 30 minutes on the treadmill, then gone, since we weren't really doing anything. I was trying to politely tell them that I wanted to get done, but they kept talking, every now and again asking me to wait so we could stretch out my back. I was getting madder and madder by the minute. I JUST wanted to go home, but I also wanted to make sure I did what was required. FINALLY I said I was going to go, and the trainers stopped talking.
It was nearly 8:20 when I got to the car, and almost 9:00 when I got home...again...
I understand that single people don't have the same mind set as married, or family people do, but enough is enough. I decided that come h**l or high water I was going to be at the team workouts. I just wish everyone felt the same.
Team work out at 10:00 tomorrow...Zumba before at 9:00 or water aerobics after at 11:00....we'll see....
Kelly
Day 8 - January 20, 2011
Today is weigh in day. I have a couple of thoughts on this, and I find myself feeling anxious about "success" and "failure", as it has happened in the past. I know that this is in part to watching "The Biggest Loser", and some of their shocking weight loss accomplishments. The participants, the host, and trainers really celebrate the "double digit" losses. Some of the men on this current season lost over 30 lbs in a week. 30 lbs!!!!! I don't know if my three year old Granddaughter weighs 30 lb! When there is a 5-4-3-2-lb weight loss there is silence...and tears, and "I worked so hard..". Does that mean that the people that lose less are...less than?
I have had success in the past. I went to Jenny Craig when I weighed a whopping 152lbs, I got down it 128lbs for about a day...then up the weight went. The best thing about Jenny Craig is that I did it with my best friend, and after weigh in, we would go to McDonald's and have a burger, then to Diddier's Ice Cream Shop to have a fruit whip thing. Lord it was so good! I have had mixed success the 4 or 5 times I went on Weight Watchers, I took Phen-Phen until it was taken off the market because of the health risks, but I think the best (when I say best, I mean the absolute worst) weight loss program I went on in the past was back in 1988, the bad summer. There was so much turmoil going on that I lost 30+ lbs from June to August. I didn't eat, barely slept, drank more than I ever have in my life, and was under so much stress that not only did I lose weight, my hair fell out! Only on my head though, not the legs, so I still had to shave...darn! I was 26 years old, had two little girls, and my marriage of 8 years was crumbling. I went out of state so when I returned, there was quite a big difference. At the time it wasn't funny, but after returning, I was at the local grocery store, when one of the nosey checkers (very small town, btw) said "Why Kelly, you look great! Did you just get back from a fat farm?"!!!!.
I have to remember what we were told in the first week. Forget past failures, and past successes, everyday is new, and I need to focus on today.
I am still very sore, but planned to get off work in time to have a "last chance workout". Nope...I didn't leave work in time so I got there with enough time to weigh in, and get settled with my team. I was going to do at least 20 - 25 minutes on the elliptical, and if the meeting was sort, finish up the cardio after.
Alright, here goes nothing: I lost 2.8lbs this week, my weight was 221lbs. I was disappointed and felt like I failed. I felt like it should have been more...then I thought wait a minute..I LOST 2.8LBS THIS WEEK! Good for me since my entire goal was 1lb! I worked hard, , and I beat that. Not only that, but for the first time since High School, I worked out every single day, ate good food, slept like a rock, shaved my legs 7 days straight (you're welcome Mark :0}) and although sore, I felt better. All in all:
Two of the guys on my team made the top 10 for men 12, and 10 lbs each.
One gal on my team lost 12.8lbs and was the top loser for the women.
I lost 2.8, the other gal 1, and the other gal was sick all week and didn't begin the program.
My team came in 6th out of 12 teams.
Well done - Joe "D" Bands!
The meeting took about 2 1/2 hours so I didn't get my cardio in. I had a few things to think about though. Our director told us that there is no messing around, that If we don't turn in our exercise and food logs, we will get kicked out of the program, and if we have a team workout scheduled and we miss it for no good reason, we will be kicked out of the program. WE aren't children she reminded us. I did not miss a team work out, but I didn't turn in my food/exercise logs this week. Self sabotage? I talked to my nutritionist and she looked over the log I quickly put together today, and I was doing alright. I skipped a few meals, but I will work on that. The meeting was at 6:00 and I got home at nearly 9:00. I had missed Caitlyn's cheerleader banquet, and it turns out she received an award. I cried because I wasn't there, she told me that what I'm doing now will assure her that I'll be there another time. Thank you Lyndsie for stepping into my shoes. I love my family.
Tomorrow, work out at 7:00....I can't wait!
Kelly
I have had success in the past. I went to Jenny Craig when I weighed a whopping 152lbs, I got down it 128lbs for about a day...then up the weight went. The best thing about Jenny Craig is that I did it with my best friend, and after weigh in, we would go to McDonald's and have a burger, then to Diddier's Ice Cream Shop to have a fruit whip thing. Lord it was so good! I have had mixed success the 4 or 5 times I went on Weight Watchers, I took Phen-Phen until it was taken off the market because of the health risks, but I think the best (when I say best, I mean the absolute worst) weight loss program I went on in the past was back in 1988, the bad summer. There was so much turmoil going on that I lost 30+ lbs from June to August. I didn't eat, barely slept, drank more than I ever have in my life, and was under so much stress that not only did I lose weight, my hair fell out! Only on my head though, not the legs, so I still had to shave...darn! I was 26 years old, had two little girls, and my marriage of 8 years was crumbling. I went out of state so when I returned, there was quite a big difference. At the time it wasn't funny, but after returning, I was at the local grocery store, when one of the nosey checkers (very small town, btw) said "Why Kelly, you look great! Did you just get back from a fat farm?"!!!!.
I have to remember what we were told in the first week. Forget past failures, and past successes, everyday is new, and I need to focus on today.
I am still very sore, but planned to get off work in time to have a "last chance workout". Nope...I didn't leave work in time so I got there with enough time to weigh in, and get settled with my team. I was going to do at least 20 - 25 minutes on the elliptical, and if the meeting was sort, finish up the cardio after.
Alright, here goes nothing: I lost 2.8lbs this week, my weight was 221lbs. I was disappointed and felt like I failed. I felt like it should have been more...then I thought wait a minute..I LOST 2.8LBS THIS WEEK! Good for me since my entire goal was 1lb! I worked hard, , and I beat that. Not only that, but for the first time since High School, I worked out every single day, ate good food, slept like a rock, shaved my legs 7 days straight (you're welcome Mark :0}) and although sore, I felt better. All in all:
Two of the guys on my team made the top 10 for men 12, and 10 lbs each.
One gal on my team lost 12.8lbs and was the top loser for the women.
I lost 2.8, the other gal 1, and the other gal was sick all week and didn't begin the program.
My team came in 6th out of 12 teams.
Well done - Joe "D" Bands!
The meeting took about 2 1/2 hours so I didn't get my cardio in. I had a few things to think about though. Our director told us that there is no messing around, that If we don't turn in our exercise and food logs, we will get kicked out of the program, and if we have a team workout scheduled and we miss it for no good reason, we will be kicked out of the program. WE aren't children she reminded us. I did not miss a team work out, but I didn't turn in my food/exercise logs this week. Self sabotage? I talked to my nutritionist and she looked over the log I quickly put together today, and I was doing alright. I skipped a few meals, but I will work on that. The meeting was at 6:00 and I got home at nearly 9:00. I had missed Caitlyn's cheerleader banquet, and it turns out she received an award. I cried because I wasn't there, she told me that what I'm doing now will assure her that I'll be there another time. Thank you Lyndsie for stepping into my shoes. I love my family.
Tomorrow, work out at 7:00....I can't wait!
Kelly
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Day 7 - January 19, 2010
Today is day 7...I am still walking slowly, but am starting to feel a little better, not quite so stiff when I get up. I decided to get a jump start on my lunch today instead of waiting until the last minute to grab stuff aimlessly from the fridge and pantry. I decided that I was going to have soup and broccoli for lunch, and some kind of fruit. Good. There wasn't any coffee made so I took a thermos with sugar and 2% milk in it to work and will get some coffee there instead of making a pot. I even had a bowl of Cheerios for breakfast. I think this whole idea of planning ahead is working out ok for me today...
On Tuesday I was supposed to e-mail my exercise and work out logs to the nutritionist for review but I forgot until today. I have a variety of papers in my purse with food written on them so I can sit down and enter them in the computer, but I just can't find the time. Poor excuse, but it's all I have. I know that I have been skipping meals, especially when I get home late from a work out, so maybe that is why I'm dragging my feet. I still have the "I'm going to be in trouble feeling", for some reason. Self sabotage maybe?
I get to the gym tonight hoping that I don't have to do the lunges, squats, or dog things to start off with. I'm in luck!! Today Ron has our group go up to the main gym, from the man gym, because he has something "special" planned. Then he smiles this wicked, evil, smile that is very unnerving. If I had to hazard a guess, I'll bet this isn't going to be special at all. So there is a new person with us today, a lovely woman in about as bad a shape as the rest of us, and she asked if she could work out with us because she heard Ron had something "special" for us. We welcomed her aboard like the Titanic passengers we are and off we went. Through the lobby, the basketball courts, the long winding hallway, right to the stairwell leading to the basement. Well, we all looked at one another, and one of the mentors said "here we are" and she pointed to the stairwell door. I though, oh good, we are going to the indoor track upstairs...up the stairs...up there...above where we were standing....Nope...not even close! Ms. Mentor said, "Ron wants us to start running the stairs, to the basement first and all four floors, up and down, until he gets here. Oh crap! So in a line we went down to the basement, and I was hurting so bad in my legs, I could barely make it. But I was ready for anything at this point.
Off we went,, 12 steps up then the landing, four stories up, and four down we went. Up and down, and then again, and again and on the fourth trip up I heard Ron's voice. Hurray! So I was at the top and with my legs shaking I wobbled down the stairs and when I saw Ron, I said "And that makes 100, phew...What's next?" I asked thinking I was delightfully clever. Ron just smiled (evil) and said that now he wanted us to go back down to the basement and this time when we got to the landings, we were to do 10 squats on each floor. Pardon? I looked around to see if there was a fresh group standing behind us...there wasn't, we were it and the new lady swooned. I haven't seen anyone actually swoon, but she did it. We trudged back to the basement and off we went. UP 12 steps, 10 squats, 12 steps, 10 squats.....and then I hear a wee little voice, "Please help me baby Jesus", oh Lord, was I swooning and hearing angels? Not exactly. Our visitor was a woman of color, and she was praying with every step she took, "Oh, lord, carry me up these stairs, Oh Baby Jesus, Help me up these stairs", and she was praising the Lord as she struggled up and down those stairs. I felt it must have helped all of us because very soon, we were done! Done with the wretched stairs...I couldn't walk one more stair...Nope, Ron smiled (evil) and said, that now he wanted us to do high leg lifts on each landing as we went up and down those stairs. I didn't bother looking around. We sounded like we were sucking every molecule of air out of the room collectively. Did he mean us? We trudged down to the basement and again, being serenaded by the prayers to Baby Jesus, and I'm not kidding, I added prayers to his poppa and momma too, we ran, walked, dragged ourselves up and down those stairs, until finally we were done. Ron looked very pleased with himself, and you know what, none of us quit, we were slow and shaking but we finished. Ron led us off to the cardio room where he put us on treadmills, with a 3% incline, at 3 mph, and we got started. About ten minutes into the walk, he brought over 5 lb weights for us, and said to get off the treadmill, leave the belt running and for 1 minute we were to do squats, then jump back on the treadmill for 2 minutes, then cycle again, continuing for the last 20 minutes. Compaired to the stairs, this wasn't so bad, and it seems like the 20 minutes really flew by. I got finished and Ron, smiling (though not so evil), told me I did a real good job. I was absolutely soaking wet, but I finished standing up, and that was a great acomplishment.
I can't speak for the others, but I thank that wonderful lady for calling in the recruits just at the right time. Her praying out loud was just what I needed to get me out of my head. I stopped thinking about how much pain I was in, and focused on one step at a time. As far as I am concerned, she is welcome to come along anytime and she can bring her friends.
Tomorrow is weigh in.."Please help me Baby Jesus"!
Kelly
On Tuesday I was supposed to e-mail my exercise and work out logs to the nutritionist for review but I forgot until today. I have a variety of papers in my purse with food written on them so I can sit down and enter them in the computer, but I just can't find the time. Poor excuse, but it's all I have. I know that I have been skipping meals, especially when I get home late from a work out, so maybe that is why I'm dragging my feet. I still have the "I'm going to be in trouble feeling", for some reason. Self sabotage maybe?
I get to the gym tonight hoping that I don't have to do the lunges, squats, or dog things to start off with. I'm in luck!! Today Ron has our group go up to the main gym, from the man gym, because he has something "special" planned. Then he smiles this wicked, evil, smile that is very unnerving. If I had to hazard a guess, I'll bet this isn't going to be special at all. So there is a new person with us today, a lovely woman in about as bad a shape as the rest of us, and she asked if she could work out with us because she heard Ron had something "special" for us. We welcomed her aboard like the Titanic passengers we are and off we went. Through the lobby, the basketball courts, the long winding hallway, right to the stairwell leading to the basement. Well, we all looked at one another, and one of the mentors said "here we are" and she pointed to the stairwell door. I though, oh good, we are going to the indoor track upstairs...up the stairs...up there...above where we were standing....Nope...not even close! Ms. Mentor said, "Ron wants us to start running the stairs, to the basement first and all four floors, up and down, until he gets here. Oh crap! So in a line we went down to the basement, and I was hurting so bad in my legs, I could barely make it. But I was ready for anything at this point.
Off we went,, 12 steps up then the landing, four stories up, and four down we went. Up and down, and then again, and again and on the fourth trip up I heard Ron's voice. Hurray! So I was at the top and with my legs shaking I wobbled down the stairs and when I saw Ron, I said "And that makes 100, phew...What's next?" I asked thinking I was delightfully clever. Ron just smiled (evil) and said that now he wanted us to go back down to the basement and this time when we got to the landings, we were to do 10 squats on each floor. Pardon? I looked around to see if there was a fresh group standing behind us...there wasn't, we were it and the new lady swooned. I haven't seen anyone actually swoon, but she did it. We trudged back to the basement and off we went. UP 12 steps, 10 squats, 12 steps, 10 squats.....and then I hear a wee little voice, "Please help me baby Jesus", oh Lord, was I swooning and hearing angels? Not exactly. Our visitor was a woman of color, and she was praying with every step she took, "Oh, lord, carry me up these stairs, Oh Baby Jesus, Help me up these stairs", and she was praising the Lord as she struggled up and down those stairs. I felt it must have helped all of us because very soon, we were done! Done with the wretched stairs...I couldn't walk one more stair...Nope, Ron smiled (evil) and said, that now he wanted us to do high leg lifts on each landing as we went up and down those stairs. I didn't bother looking around. We sounded like we were sucking every molecule of air out of the room collectively. Did he mean us? We trudged down to the basement and again, being serenaded by the prayers to Baby Jesus, and I'm not kidding, I added prayers to his poppa and momma too, we ran, walked, dragged ourselves up and down those stairs, until finally we were done. Ron looked very pleased with himself, and you know what, none of us quit, we were slow and shaking but we finished. Ron led us off to the cardio room where he put us on treadmills, with a 3% incline, at 3 mph, and we got started. About ten minutes into the walk, he brought over 5 lb weights for us, and said to get off the treadmill, leave the belt running and for 1 minute we were to do squats, then jump back on the treadmill for 2 minutes, then cycle again, continuing for the last 20 minutes. Compaired to the stairs, this wasn't so bad, and it seems like the 20 minutes really flew by. I got finished and Ron, smiling (though not so evil), told me I did a real good job. I was absolutely soaking wet, but I finished standing up, and that was a great acomplishment.
I can't speak for the others, but I thank that wonderful lady for calling in the recruits just at the right time. Her praying out loud was just what I needed to get me out of my head. I stopped thinking about how much pain I was in, and focused on one step at a time. As far as I am concerned, she is welcome to come along anytime and she can bring her friends.
Tomorrow is weigh in.."Please help me Baby Jesus"!
Kelly
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Day 6 - January 18, 2011
It is quite amazing how much better a person feels after a good nights sleep! I woke up thinking to myself that I was glad to have felt what I did last night...that it was time to put on my big girl panties and get to work making things better! I am still sore but even that seemed less today.
The food end of things still remains a struggle. I am used to either not eating in the morning, or eating whatever with coffee, and just kinda winging it for lunch. I am not a planner, or should I say, I haven't been one in the past, but now I am learning to be one. I actually have to think about what fuel I am taking in, and the effects on my system. I made a carefully calculated decision and had....Special-K with berries again for breakfast! Phew! Lunch was a sandwich broccoli slaw and grapes. I felt better when I went to work out because I wasn't so fatigued and had some energy. Water and more water to drink.
We were meeting as a team today at 6:30 in the "man gym"....by the way guys...you don't smell better if you spray yourself down with Axel. It smells good and all...but save a little for tomorrow's work out too....too much of a good thing isn't always good! Where was I...Oh yes, so I go to the gym and see my trainer Ron working out with two of the mentors. He told me to get on the elliptical for 10 minutes to warm up, and he would finish with the others, and maybe more of the team would show up. I was surprised at how fast my legs warmed up and felt better. When I was almost done, Ron had me stop and come over to him so he could get me started. By now Sam the other trainer was there and one other female team mate. I was told to start doing squats across the length of the gym and back, then lunges up and back, then side lunges up and back. Piece of cake...not really. I wasn't all that warmed up to start with and when you squat, step, squat, step you sort of look creepy to those around you. The lunges weren't much better but I find that people get out of your way pretty quickly when you are stomping your way across the gym like a mad troll. I completed the up and backs pretty easily, but my team mate had trouble completing one pass.
The focus of today's work out was on the legs. I have to tell you I was glad because my shoulders and hands were pretty sore from the walk-ups, and it was nice to have a day of recovery. I know I mentioned that Ron used to be an NFL player, but he also played arena football for a few years before he blew out his knees, and ended his career. In addition to being part of the HCC training, and doing personal training, he is a lead trainer for SC college football players preparing for the NFL draft. He brings a few guys into the gym at the same time as us, so he juggles a few people at a time. The problem with that is he will give us an exercise that he want us to do for, say 30 seconds, then he will be setting up the other guy up as well, leaving us to continue until we are told to stop. Usually this doesn't bother me, but tonight he had us doing exercises on the floor on mats, and he wondered off and didn't come right back.
Per Ron's instruction I was to get on my mat laying face up. Okay..so far so good. He then said to walk my feet towards my butt until my hips were off the ground, alright..., then he said to cross my hands across my chest and do pelvic tilts for 30 seconds... okay not too hard...so I tilted, up down, up, down, up, down..wait a minute, my teammate had a cramp so Ron was helping her and my 30 seconds was creeping a lot closer to a minute. I was thinking as I was doing this exercise about a song that Winnie the Pooh sings when he exercises.."Up, down, up, down, it puts me in the mood...Up, down, up, down, in the mood... .for food"....What an odd thing to be singing to myself I thought, because I was not hungry in the least! Finally he said rest...so I did. Then he said for me to start another set while he got one of his football guys going, "I'll tell you when to stop", I vaguely heard as he wandered off....up, down, up, down, up, down...you know...people look at you funny when you are doing this upside down humping motion all by your self on the floor. After what seemed like forever, he got back and told me to stop. Thank the Lord!!!!
Then he said he was going to introduce me to the dog. The dog...how bad could it be, right? Dogs are cute....Well his dog had me on all fours, doing leg lifts to the side knee bent, up and down until he said to stop, then circles with the knee clockwise, then counter clockwise, then to the chest tuck, straight, tuck, straight out to the back, then stop. OMG, by the time I got done I felt like someone was digging a hot poker into my hips. I was in such pain, and even when I stood up it wasn't much better. Ron told me I did good, and that we were going to the treadmills!! Oh, joy!
He put me on a treadmill for 25 minutes with the incline at 3 and the speed at 3mph. I took off and had almost 5 minutes in when I got a horrible calf cramp. Ron had me get off, and brace my toe against the end of the treadmill, leaning forward, to stretch out the muscle. It felt better,and I started to get back on to resume my minutes, and he re-set it for me to do 25 minutes at 3 incline and 3mhp! That man is evil! I completed the time and once again he told me I did well. I'm so glad. I had soaked my clothes with sweat and my hair was dripping. I had a towel this time, but I was wet to the skin. All in all I had fun. It was a good work out and although it was hard I never quit. One point for me.
Tomorrow we will work out at 6:00...Ron said to rest up! Now that's scary....
Kelly
The food end of things still remains a struggle. I am used to either not eating in the morning, or eating whatever with coffee, and just kinda winging it for lunch. I am not a planner, or should I say, I haven't been one in the past, but now I am learning to be one. I actually have to think about what fuel I am taking in, and the effects on my system. I made a carefully calculated decision and had....Special-K with berries again for breakfast! Phew! Lunch was a sandwich broccoli slaw and grapes. I felt better when I went to work out because I wasn't so fatigued and had some energy. Water and more water to drink.
We were meeting as a team today at 6:30 in the "man gym"....by the way guys...you don't smell better if you spray yourself down with Axel. It smells good and all...but save a little for tomorrow's work out too....too much of a good thing isn't always good! Where was I...Oh yes, so I go to the gym and see my trainer Ron working out with two of the mentors. He told me to get on the elliptical for 10 minutes to warm up, and he would finish with the others, and maybe more of the team would show up. I was surprised at how fast my legs warmed up and felt better. When I was almost done, Ron had me stop and come over to him so he could get me started. By now Sam the other trainer was there and one other female team mate. I was told to start doing squats across the length of the gym and back, then lunges up and back, then side lunges up and back. Piece of cake...not really. I wasn't all that warmed up to start with and when you squat, step, squat, step you sort of look creepy to those around you. The lunges weren't much better but I find that people get out of your way pretty quickly when you are stomping your way across the gym like a mad troll. I completed the up and backs pretty easily, but my team mate had trouble completing one pass.
The focus of today's work out was on the legs. I have to tell you I was glad because my shoulders and hands were pretty sore from the walk-ups, and it was nice to have a day of recovery. I know I mentioned that Ron used to be an NFL player, but he also played arena football for a few years before he blew out his knees, and ended his career. In addition to being part of the HCC training, and doing personal training, he is a lead trainer for SC college football players preparing for the NFL draft. He brings a few guys into the gym at the same time as us, so he juggles a few people at a time. The problem with that is he will give us an exercise that he want us to do for, say 30 seconds, then he will be setting up the other guy up as well, leaving us to continue until we are told to stop. Usually this doesn't bother me, but tonight he had us doing exercises on the floor on mats, and he wondered off and didn't come right back.
Per Ron's instruction I was to get on my mat laying face up. Okay..so far so good. He then said to walk my feet towards my butt until my hips were off the ground, alright..., then he said to cross my hands across my chest and do pelvic tilts for 30 seconds... okay not too hard...so I tilted, up down, up, down, up, down..wait a minute, my teammate had a cramp so Ron was helping her and my 30 seconds was creeping a lot closer to a minute. I was thinking as I was doing this exercise about a song that Winnie the Pooh sings when he exercises.."Up, down, up, down, it puts me in the mood...Up, down, up, down, in the mood... .for food"....What an odd thing to be singing to myself I thought, because I was not hungry in the least! Finally he said rest...so I did. Then he said for me to start another set while he got one of his football guys going, "I'll tell you when to stop", I vaguely heard as he wandered off....up, down, up, down, up, down...you know...people look at you funny when you are doing this upside down humping motion all by your self on the floor. After what seemed like forever, he got back and told me to stop. Thank the Lord!!!!
Then he said he was going to introduce me to the dog. The dog...how bad could it be, right? Dogs are cute....Well his dog had me on all fours, doing leg lifts to the side knee bent, up and down until he said to stop, then circles with the knee clockwise, then counter clockwise, then to the chest tuck, straight, tuck, straight out to the back, then stop. OMG, by the time I got done I felt like someone was digging a hot poker into my hips. I was in such pain, and even when I stood up it wasn't much better. Ron told me I did good, and that we were going to the treadmills!! Oh, joy!
He put me on a treadmill for 25 minutes with the incline at 3 and the speed at 3mph. I took off and had almost 5 minutes in when I got a horrible calf cramp. Ron had me get off, and brace my toe against the end of the treadmill, leaning forward, to stretch out the muscle. It felt better,and I started to get back on to resume my minutes, and he re-set it for me to do 25 minutes at 3 incline and 3mhp! That man is evil! I completed the time and once again he told me I did well. I'm so glad. I had soaked my clothes with sweat and my hair was dripping. I had a towel this time, but I was wet to the skin. All in all I had fun. It was a good work out and although it was hard I never quit. One point for me.
Tomorrow we will work out at 6:00...Ron said to rest up! Now that's scary....
Kelly
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Day 5 - January 17, 2011
Today I cried. I thought at one point I might throw up and cry, but it was just crying.
I had one of the "this is where the rubber meets the road", kind of days. I know that I will have days like this during my journey, but I don't like it much at all, and would rather skip these days and just move on. I am sore. REALLY sore. Everywhere! I knew that I had a group work out with Ron at 7:00 tonight and wasn't in any shape to meet with him and try to fake my way through the workout. I still can't go to the bathroom without sounding like a seal when I sit down and get up....I make this "weowehaha" kind of sound that makes the dogs bark. I have to tell them it's just me...and they run in to see if anything has joined me in the bathroom, once they see all is well they run out, then I stand up and it's the same thing again. Another thing about being this sore is that when you step off the curb or get out of your car, you kinda start running for no apparent reason, before you can get back under control. Wierd right?
I worked all day, drank about 4 - 24oz cups of water, and peed nine times. More water, less water, more water, less water.....I drank one of the Campbell Soup at Hand - Chicken and stars for lunch, thinking that with only 70 calories, that was a good choice. Nope...not good. Those are very high in sodium I now know, and it made me thirsty, which made me drink more water, and as much as I would have liked to ride my wheelie desk chair to the restroom rather than walk, I had to walk the 800 miles to the bathroom even more. I am still struggling with the food end of this. I was thinking of my Jenny Craig year and how nice it was to be able to eat only the Jenny food on the plan. It was portion controlled and the real decision was if you wanted to have a bar or pancakes for breakfast. I hated the Chicken Plumrose though. Gag! Obviously being a lifetime member of Jenny Craig has worked out well for me, don't you think?
Anyway...I made it to the gym for my workout with plenty of time to go on the treadmill or elliptical to try to loosen up my legs. I have to tell you, the equipment at this gym is top notch. I had brought my i-pod to listen to music, but decided that I would rather watch the TV on the elliptical machine while I warmed up. You plug your ear phones into the equipment and off you go. I watched an entire episode of "The King of Queens", and forgot about the soreness in my legs. They did feel better however so I toddled off to finid my team.
We worked out in the Man area of the gym. The sweaty, groaning, mostly bare chested, big guy weight lifter, area. The oh my, look at the six-pack on him, area of the gym. I wasn't distracted at ALL....wink, wink!! Sorry...... Where was I, oh yes, I met with my trainer Ron and trainer helper Sam (Samantha), and since I had warmed up already we got to business. I picked up 5lb weights to use for my reps. We did curls, and presses, and rows, and lifts and all sorts of things, each for 30 seconds before moving on. The first round wasn't too bad. Then we had to do Walk-outs. Picture standing up with your hands on the floor, you "walk" out on your hands until you are in push-up position, then you "walk" back and stand up again. I did four and nearly fainted because I guess I didn't breathe through them. I only had to do five so when I caught my breath, I finished, but OMG! Then we had to do mountain climbers, toe touches, leg kick things, V-ups (this is on your back and you raise your head and shoulders and feet into a V) high knee kicks, someting else, and then water. When we got done, we started over again with the dumbbells, floor work, walk outs, etc., only for more reps. Then we did the whole thing again only for more reps, and 12 walk outs, V-ups and...and...and. It was brutal. Each time we stopped we were supposed to drink water, and each time I drank water and did the walk ups, I tried to throw up. Ron and Sam were really helpful and encouraging, but I was done in. I had sweat dripping off my clothes, hair, finger tips. And then I heard myself doing something I promised I wouldn't do.
I made excuses, and I talked about why I couldn't do things and it was because I had a bad stomach surgery, and had no muscle tone, and it was so hard for me, and so on. I made a promise to myself before I started that I would NOT under ANY circumstances label myself, or say I couldn't. I would do my best at all times, no matter what I was asked to do. I learned from my friend Nita that you can struggle through horrible physical pain and overcome the situation you are in, and you can do anything you are asked, for awhile. Ten minutes, ten reps, ten miles, whatever. I didn't want to be so weak spirited that I felt the need to explain why I wasn't able to do walk ups or whatever, and yet I made excuses. My trainers never asked me to do anything that wasn't in my ability, they never questioned why I let myself get into such bad shape, and I don't think they cared, but I did it anyway. They never judged me and found me less than...but I did. I did everything they asked me to do, and thanked them when I left.
It was raining when I left the Gym at 8:30. It fit my mood, and I still felt so sick to my stomach. I didn't drink water on the way home or eat a celebratory apple. I drove home in the quiet thinking about the work out and my reaction to it. I got home and was met at the door by my Alex who was glad to see me. There was some stress and conflict that needed to be talked about so we did that. Mark followed me into our room and asked me how things went. I sat on the side of my bed, and I cried. Not because of the hard work out, or the excuses, the sore muscles, or the home stuff. I cried because I can't truely believe I have let myself get so out of shape, and unhealthy. That my life had so little value to me. That I would make excuses rather than get up and fix it. And because I have perfect stangers that are helping me to get better so I can be here for my family. With no judgement.
Tomorrow we have a team work out at 6:30...I can't wait!
Kelly
I had one of the "this is where the rubber meets the road", kind of days. I know that I will have days like this during my journey, but I don't like it much at all, and would rather skip these days and just move on. I am sore. REALLY sore. Everywhere! I knew that I had a group work out with Ron at 7:00 tonight and wasn't in any shape to meet with him and try to fake my way through the workout. I still can't go to the bathroom without sounding like a seal when I sit down and get up....I make this "weowehaha" kind of sound that makes the dogs bark. I have to tell them it's just me...and they run in to see if anything has joined me in the bathroom, once they see all is well they run out, then I stand up and it's the same thing again. Another thing about being this sore is that when you step off the curb or get out of your car, you kinda start running for no apparent reason, before you can get back under control. Wierd right?
I worked all day, drank about 4 - 24oz cups of water, and peed nine times. More water, less water, more water, less water.....I drank one of the Campbell Soup at Hand - Chicken and stars for lunch, thinking that with only 70 calories, that was a good choice. Nope...not good. Those are very high in sodium I now know, and it made me thirsty, which made me drink more water, and as much as I would have liked to ride my wheelie desk chair to the restroom rather than walk, I had to walk the 800 miles to the bathroom even more. I am still struggling with the food end of this. I was thinking of my Jenny Craig year and how nice it was to be able to eat only the Jenny food on the plan. It was portion controlled and the real decision was if you wanted to have a bar or pancakes for breakfast. I hated the Chicken Plumrose though. Gag! Obviously being a lifetime member of Jenny Craig has worked out well for me, don't you think?
Anyway...I made it to the gym for my workout with plenty of time to go on the treadmill or elliptical to try to loosen up my legs. I have to tell you, the equipment at this gym is top notch. I had brought my i-pod to listen to music, but decided that I would rather watch the TV on the elliptical machine while I warmed up. You plug your ear phones into the equipment and off you go. I watched an entire episode of "The King of Queens", and forgot about the soreness in my legs. They did feel better however so I toddled off to finid my team.
We worked out in the Man area of the gym. The sweaty, groaning, mostly bare chested, big guy weight lifter, area. The oh my, look at the six-pack on him, area of the gym. I wasn't distracted at ALL....wink, wink!! Sorry...... Where was I, oh yes, I met with my trainer Ron and trainer helper Sam (Samantha), and since I had warmed up already we got to business. I picked up 5lb weights to use for my reps. We did curls, and presses, and rows, and lifts and all sorts of things, each for 30 seconds before moving on. The first round wasn't too bad. Then we had to do Walk-outs. Picture standing up with your hands on the floor, you "walk" out on your hands until you are in push-up position, then you "walk" back and stand up again. I did four and nearly fainted because I guess I didn't breathe through them. I only had to do five so when I caught my breath, I finished, but OMG! Then we had to do mountain climbers, toe touches, leg kick things, V-ups (this is on your back and you raise your head and shoulders and feet into a V) high knee kicks, someting else, and then water. When we got done, we started over again with the dumbbells, floor work, walk outs, etc., only for more reps. Then we did the whole thing again only for more reps, and 12 walk outs, V-ups and...and...and. It was brutal. Each time we stopped we were supposed to drink water, and each time I drank water and did the walk ups, I tried to throw up. Ron and Sam were really helpful and encouraging, but I was done in. I had sweat dripping off my clothes, hair, finger tips. And then I heard myself doing something I promised I wouldn't do.
I made excuses, and I talked about why I couldn't do things and it was because I had a bad stomach surgery, and had no muscle tone, and it was so hard for me, and so on. I made a promise to myself before I started that I would NOT under ANY circumstances label myself, or say I couldn't. I would do my best at all times, no matter what I was asked to do. I learned from my friend Nita that you can struggle through horrible physical pain and overcome the situation you are in, and you can do anything you are asked, for awhile. Ten minutes, ten reps, ten miles, whatever. I didn't want to be so weak spirited that I felt the need to explain why I wasn't able to do walk ups or whatever, and yet I made excuses. My trainers never asked me to do anything that wasn't in my ability, they never questioned why I let myself get into such bad shape, and I don't think they cared, but I did it anyway. They never judged me and found me less than...but I did. I did everything they asked me to do, and thanked them when I left.
It was raining when I left the Gym at 8:30. It fit my mood, and I still felt so sick to my stomach. I didn't drink water on the way home or eat a celebratory apple. I drove home in the quiet thinking about the work out and my reaction to it. I got home and was met at the door by my Alex who was glad to see me. There was some stress and conflict that needed to be talked about so we did that. Mark followed me into our room and asked me how things went. I sat on the side of my bed, and I cried. Not because of the hard work out, or the excuses, the sore muscles, or the home stuff. I cried because I can't truely believe I have let myself get so out of shape, and unhealthy. That my life had so little value to me. That I would make excuses rather than get up and fix it. And because I have perfect stangers that are helping me to get better so I can be here for my family. With no judgement.
Tomorrow we have a team work out at 6:30...I can't wait!
Kelly
Monday, January 17, 2011
Day 4 - January 16, 2011
I had such good intentions today. Going to church early, having a nutritious meal, housework, and then to the HCC group work out at 2:30. We don't have youth group today so I can finish my house work later. I even decided that I was done with the box of socks that my girls and I have used for socks for the last three years. I plan to go through them and sort, throwing away the ones that don't have a partner or fit. BIG DAY! Nope...not even close!
It was all I could do to get out of bed. I am sore...really sore. Not the "my this is a bit uncomfortable" kind of sore. This is the "in order to go to the bathroom, I have to fall on the toilet" kind of sore. The kind that if you sit down...you stay there...or if you stand up, you shuffle across the room not really picking up your feet, just as if your feet are tied together. It is a real good thing my wall is as close to my bed as it is because I nearly fell when I stood up. Now mind you I am not under any delusion that I am in kind of shape except round, but that was a surprise. The only thing I could think of was how in the world I was going to go to the class and feel this sore. No church, not much housework, I ate because I had to (Special K with berries = yummm) and tried to stay on my feet to loosen up my muscles. I kept trying to figure out exactly what made my legs so sore and then it dawned on me. Oh, boy....
Did I mention that Mark likes the actress Jamie Lee Curtis? Always has, and most likely always will. Have you ever seen "True Lies", with Arnold Schwartzinegger (My apologies for butchering the spelling of your name) and Jamie Lee? Well, I have and there is a really sexy scene in it where she (Jamie) thinks she is an undercover spy, and goes to a hotel to meet a guy and plant a bug in his telephone. The guy is her husband, played by Arnold, only she doesn't know that. She (Jamie) does this stripper thing, and a very sexy dance hanging on to a bed post, It is pretty hot, hot, hot...and sooooo....at yesterdays work out, we had to hold on to this bar that was attached to the wall and do squats. For some unknown reason this scene popped into my head...so really gave it hell and squatted, hanging on the bar, I was much more successful at the bar thing than the weighted ball....Man....so here I am today really regretting my squatting from yesterday.
I made it to the gym and found my way to the class. I had a bit of an issue using the hand scan because I forgot to put my fingers against the sensors so it could "read" my palm, but at least it didn't spit out a paper that said "you're fat" like the ones at the mall. I tried three times and asked for help finally from the starving waif of a girl behind me. The Idea was we were doing a circuit type of work out where you were at a station for five minutes then you went to the next and so on. There were steps, balls and bars. I chose steps first. I tell you what...I have heard about people with uber energy, but the instructor for step was out of control. It was as if she was shot out of a cannon when they started the music to begin the first five minutes. Up, down, up down, step, hop, step, kick, change directions, left, then right, then up, and down, and do you know what I did? NOTHING! I didn't know whether crap or go blind. I wanted to do something but I didn't know what. I looked around and some were following her fine, some kinda, and there were quite a few of us that just stood there. After a few moments someone shouted "is the music too fast?"...are you kidding? YES!!! So they took pity on us and slowed the music down, and although the leader was still in hyper speed, I was able to follow along at least a little.
TWEET! Switch stations..we went to the balls. All the skinny people said to get the biggest balls you could, and they did....I got a medium size ball that looked pretty good when we were swinging it around our heads, but not so much when I sat on it! Huh...I guess I should have gotten a bigger one because mine squished down to where my knees were near my ears. I had tried using a ball and dumbbells in the past, and ended up rolling off onto the floor and hitting myself in the head with the weight. My exercise ball now holds up the cover to our jumbo blow up pool in the summer....ANYWAY....we were instructed to lay on our backs, with our arms behind our ears, and crunch up and back until the music stopped, while on the ball, and with one leg in the air. Dear Lord. I ended up trying to hold the ball with my butt cheeks so it wouldn't roll away, while laying on my back waiting for the song to end....and my legs hurting like they were on fire! TWEET! Switch stations...Now we have weighted bars in our hands. I grabbed a blue one because I like blue. Pink weighs 5lbs, blue weighs 8lbs.....up, down, up, down, down, up, down, up.....I'll give you one guess as to the color I chose on the second cycle....it wasn't BLUE. My arms were shaking so bad, and it seemed like they were playing "Stairway to Heaven", rather than "Don't Stop Believing", and finally...TWEET! Switch stations...I was soaking wet by the time we did this cycle three times, but a little less sore in the legs, now mostly in my arms and my butt where I tried to hang on to the ball....to celebrate I ate an apple on the way home , and before I couldn't move my arms anymore.
Team work out at 7:00pm tomorrow...goodie.....
Kelly
It was all I could do to get out of bed. I am sore...really sore. Not the "my this is a bit uncomfortable" kind of sore. This is the "in order to go to the bathroom, I have to fall on the toilet" kind of sore. The kind that if you sit down...you stay there...or if you stand up, you shuffle across the room not really picking up your feet, just as if your feet are tied together. It is a real good thing my wall is as close to my bed as it is because I nearly fell when I stood up. Now mind you I am not under any delusion that I am in kind of shape except round, but that was a surprise. The only thing I could think of was how in the world I was going to go to the class and feel this sore. No church, not much housework, I ate because I had to (Special K with berries = yummm) and tried to stay on my feet to loosen up my muscles. I kept trying to figure out exactly what made my legs so sore and then it dawned on me. Oh, boy....
Did I mention that Mark likes the actress Jamie Lee Curtis? Always has, and most likely always will. Have you ever seen "True Lies", with Arnold Schwartzinegger (My apologies for butchering the spelling of your name) and Jamie Lee? Well, I have and there is a really sexy scene in it where she (Jamie) thinks she is an undercover spy, and goes to a hotel to meet a guy and plant a bug in his telephone. The guy is her husband, played by Arnold, only she doesn't know that. She (Jamie) does this stripper thing, and a very sexy dance hanging on to a bed post, It is pretty hot, hot, hot...and sooooo....at yesterdays work out, we had to hold on to this bar that was attached to the wall and do squats. For some unknown reason this scene popped into my head...so really gave it hell and squatted, hanging on the bar, I was much more successful at the bar thing than the weighted ball....Man....so here I am today really regretting my squatting from yesterday.
I made it to the gym and found my way to the class. I had a bit of an issue using the hand scan because I forgot to put my fingers against the sensors so it could "read" my palm, but at least it didn't spit out a paper that said "you're fat" like the ones at the mall. I tried three times and asked for help finally from the starving waif of a girl behind me. The Idea was we were doing a circuit type of work out where you were at a station for five minutes then you went to the next and so on. There were steps, balls and bars. I chose steps first. I tell you what...I have heard about people with uber energy, but the instructor for step was out of control. It was as if she was shot out of a cannon when they started the music to begin the first five minutes. Up, down, up down, step, hop, step, kick, change directions, left, then right, then up, and down, and do you know what I did? NOTHING! I didn't know whether crap or go blind. I wanted to do something but I didn't know what. I looked around and some were following her fine, some kinda, and there were quite a few of us that just stood there. After a few moments someone shouted "is the music too fast?"...are you kidding? YES!!! So they took pity on us and slowed the music down, and although the leader was still in hyper speed, I was able to follow along at least a little.
TWEET! Switch stations..we went to the balls. All the skinny people said to get the biggest balls you could, and they did....I got a medium size ball that looked pretty good when we were swinging it around our heads, but not so much when I sat on it! Huh...I guess I should have gotten a bigger one because mine squished down to where my knees were near my ears. I had tried using a ball and dumbbells in the past, and ended up rolling off onto the floor and hitting myself in the head with the weight. My exercise ball now holds up the cover to our jumbo blow up pool in the summer....ANYWAY....we were instructed to lay on our backs, with our arms behind our ears, and crunch up and back until the music stopped, while on the ball, and with one leg in the air. Dear Lord. I ended up trying to hold the ball with my butt cheeks so it wouldn't roll away, while laying on my back waiting for the song to end....and my legs hurting like they were on fire! TWEET! Switch stations...Now we have weighted bars in our hands. I grabbed a blue one because I like blue. Pink weighs 5lbs, blue weighs 8lbs.....up, down, up, down, down, up, down, up.....I'll give you one guess as to the color I chose on the second cycle....it wasn't BLUE. My arms were shaking so bad, and it seemed like they were playing "Stairway to Heaven", rather than "Don't Stop Believing", and finally...TWEET! Switch stations...I was soaking wet by the time we did this cycle three times, but a little less sore in the legs, now mostly in my arms and my butt where I tried to hang on to the ball....to celebrate I ate an apple on the way home , and before I couldn't move my arms anymore.
Team work out at 7:00pm tomorrow...goodie.....
Kelly
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Day 3 - January 15, 2011
Today is the day that I meet with my team for a manditory work out. I felt pretty good after going to the gym with Lyndsie yesterday, and planned my time to leave the house, down to the minute. I probably don't need to tell you that it didn't happen as planned. And here is the reason, I slept in....just a little bit...just enough that I was a few minutes late to meet up with the group.
The best thing about morning work outs...(mine was at 11:00 by the way so it is almost afternoon, but lets not quibble about the details shall we)...is that you don't have to dress up! You don't hardly even have to get dressed! A little deodorant, comb your hair, wash your face, and brush your teeth, and SHAZAM, you are ready to go! I had my sports bra and t-shirt on and was ready to finished getting dressed, when I realized that there was no possible way that I could leave the house. Somehow during the night, while I was asleep, I had grown a beard on my legs!!!
Now, I have to explain a few things about my family. God love us, but we are a bit on the wooly side, tip to toes! If you have a weak constitution you may want to skim over this part, because really, you may never be able to get the mental pictures out of your mind. ANYWAY...somewhere back in our family tree we are related to either Sasquatch, old Abominable, or possibly Michael Jackson's chip Bubbles, or Barney, or BoBo, whatever. We are blessed with....hair, and LOTS of it. I, of course, believe that God made us, but I also believe that at some point we had a female decendent that had a beard, uni-brow, and chest hair. Our clan is made up of some hardy stock and we had to stay warm somehow during those long winters. Fortunately we don't have such a brutal existance anymore, but no one told our hair that. For some of us, we shave in the morning, and by night time, 5:00 shadow, which (finally) brings me to the problem at hand. Shaving! Did I mention that I love my husband Mark? Very much?
Because to tell the truth, there are times when I don't shave for a little bit of time...usually NEVER longer that two weeks, and almost always at LEAST once a month...sometimes my ENTIRE leg, thank you very much. By now you may be experiencing the whirly, swirly feeling, like when you watch the boat part on "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", the original - not the "Willy Wonka.." one with Johnny Depp when he smiles a lot, and for this I am sorry. It's almost over.
I went to get dressed and realized that there was no way I was going to the gym where actual people may see me, so I had to shave, really fast, right now! I went into the bathroom thinking that a quick shave to the knees would be alright, and by the time my wild imagination took over, I saw myself falling somehow, and having the paramedics having to cut my new workout pants up to the thigh, and there I would be, all hairy thighed and embarrassed. GAAAA! So rather than take a chance, I shaved both legs all the way, and even managed not to make it look like the scene from "Psyco".... thank goodness.
I made it to the gym, met up with my team and trainer Ron (he used to play pro-football by the way) and had a great work out. I ate a bowl of cereal before I left the house so at one point I felt like I was going to throw up AND I put ice in my water bottle so I would get a brain freeze when I would take water breaks...nice right.? One exercise he had us do was to bounce the weighted ball, easy peesy...nope! I didn't know it was weighted so when he said to bounce and catch the ball 20 times I thought "hooray! I can do this"...nope, not a first. I bounced the ball thinking it was like a dodge ball and it rolled away..it was heavy and you really have to slam it down for it to come back up at you. Ron said for me to really get mad and throw it down, hard. So I did, nope...rolled away...Ron frowned at me...so I chased after it again, and this time I slammed it down and it bounced back. Son of a gun! After three cycles of doing this I was real good at bouncing the ball and catching it. It seems pretty lame when I write this, but I'm all about baby steps.
Tomorrow we have a work out at 2:30 with the entire HCC group. I am looking forward to it.
Kelly
The best thing about morning work outs...(mine was at 11:00 by the way so it is almost afternoon, but lets not quibble about the details shall we)...is that you don't have to dress up! You don't hardly even have to get dressed! A little deodorant, comb your hair, wash your face, and brush your teeth, and SHAZAM, you are ready to go! I had my sports bra and t-shirt on and was ready to finished getting dressed, when I realized that there was no possible way that I could leave the house. Somehow during the night, while I was asleep, I had grown a beard on my legs!!!
Now, I have to explain a few things about my family. God love us, but we are a bit on the wooly side, tip to toes! If you have a weak constitution you may want to skim over this part, because really, you may never be able to get the mental pictures out of your mind. ANYWAY...somewhere back in our family tree we are related to either Sasquatch, old Abominable, or possibly Michael Jackson's chip Bubbles, or Barney, or BoBo, whatever. We are blessed with....hair, and LOTS of it. I, of course, believe that God made us, but I also believe that at some point we had a female decendent that had a beard, uni-brow, and chest hair. Our clan is made up of some hardy stock and we had to stay warm somehow during those long winters. Fortunately we don't have such a brutal existance anymore, but no one told our hair that. For some of us, we shave in the morning, and by night time, 5:00 shadow, which (finally) brings me to the problem at hand. Shaving! Did I mention that I love my husband Mark? Very much?
Because to tell the truth, there are times when I don't shave for a little bit of time...usually NEVER longer that two weeks, and almost always at LEAST once a month...sometimes my ENTIRE leg, thank you very much. By now you may be experiencing the whirly, swirly feeling, like when you watch the boat part on "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", the original - not the "Willy Wonka.." one with Johnny Depp when he smiles a lot, and for this I am sorry. It's almost over.
I went to get dressed and realized that there was no way I was going to the gym where actual people may see me, so I had to shave, really fast, right now! I went into the bathroom thinking that a quick shave to the knees would be alright, and by the time my wild imagination took over, I saw myself falling somehow, and having the paramedics having to cut my new workout pants up to the thigh, and there I would be, all hairy thighed and embarrassed. GAAAA! So rather than take a chance, I shaved both legs all the way, and even managed not to make it look like the scene from "Psyco".... thank goodness.
I made it to the gym, met up with my team and trainer Ron (he used to play pro-football by the way) and had a great work out. I ate a bowl of cereal before I left the house so at one point I felt like I was going to throw up AND I put ice in my water bottle so I would get a brain freeze when I would take water breaks...nice right.? One exercise he had us do was to bounce the weighted ball, easy peesy...nope! I didn't know it was weighted so when he said to bounce and catch the ball 20 times I thought "hooray! I can do this"...nope, not a first. I bounced the ball thinking it was like a dodge ball and it rolled away..it was heavy and you really have to slam it down for it to come back up at you. Ron said for me to really get mad and throw it down, hard. So I did, nope...rolled away...Ron frowned at me...so I chased after it again, and this time I slammed it down and it bounced back. Son of a gun! After three cycles of doing this I was real good at bouncing the ball and catching it. It seems pretty lame when I write this, but I'm all about baby steps.
Tomorrow we have a work out at 2:30 with the entire HCC group. I am looking forward to it.
Kelly
Friday, January 14, 2011
Day 2 - January 14, 2011 First Workout
Okay, at the end of my last note I said I was going to get up in the morning, and go to the gym. Guess what....I didn't. Lyndsie came into my room sometime between 5:30 and 5:45 am to wake me up and see if I wanted to still go......I didn't. So I made a sleepy, comfy, lazy promise to go today, after work, and before I came home, and i'll take my work out clothes to work...I promised her...then I fell back asleep until the regular "it's time to get up for work" alarm went off.
It is quite amazing to me that in a matter of hours, my good intentions went by the wayside, I did what I always do, and didn't go. I've thought about it alot today, thinking that exercise just isn't as important as my beauty sleep. If the truth were to be told, the beauty sleep hasn't helped my "beauty" very much at all, and too much of the beauty sleep has contributed to the mess i'm in. I follow a cycle that goes like this...I'm fat so I get depressed, when depressed or stressed, or mad, sad, glad, I eat....I sleep because I'm depressed, so I don't have energy to go work out. THEN....I get fatter, get more depressed, and eat more....do you see where this is going?
Food...that was the big hurdle this morning. What to eat....ummm...hmmmm...(she looks in the fridge, hopeful) well.....Huh....(she looks in the pantry).....I could cook an egg for breakfast, but I don't have time because I slept in. After some thought, I decided to eat what I did yesterday.
1 package of Instant Cream of Wheat, Yogurt, grapes, and a sandwich for lunch, and an apple for a snack. Okay..phew...not too bad. Did you catch the line above it when I said it was the same lunch as yesterday? Why did I think it was going to work today, if it hadn't been very good before? Curious.
There is a website called sparkpeople.com that we use to track our food, water, exercise, and other stuff. It is important because I need to know what I'm eating, calorie intake, nutritional value of foods, and all that. They (remember them?) will have us turn in the logs to our dietition on tuesdays ~ God bless e-mails ~ to see how we are progressing. NOW..back to the foods I took with me today. Strangely enough the foods I chose aren't bad foods, and by 2:00 today I had eaten approximately 600 calories, and drank about 8 cups of water. I peed a lot too!
If I was eating the same not so bad choices, and drinking my water, then why hasn't it worked in the past? Because I didn't...wait for it....EXERCISE!!!! TAAA DAAA!!!
So, I got off work, called Lyndsie and told her I was on my way to the gym, and did she still want to meet me there, and she did. We both walked, jogged, and jogged a little faster every once in awhile on the treadmill for 30 minutes plus cool down. I wobbled my way to 1.6 miles! Go me!Then we did a little arm work, then leg stuff, then dumbell stuff, and were there a total of 50 minutes. I would have done more but Caitlyn had a basketball game to cheer for. (Good job Caity)
After all was said and done, I think day 2 was a successful day. I'm tired from working out and peeing all day, and I feel good about my meal choices. Tomorrow is a crazy busy day, but I am meeting my team at the gym to work out with our trainer Ron. I might even take a Zumba class at 9:00...but I can't interrupt my beaty sleep, so we'll see.
Good night all,
Kelly
It is quite amazing to me that in a matter of hours, my good intentions went by the wayside, I did what I always do, and didn't go. I've thought about it alot today, thinking that exercise just isn't as important as my beauty sleep. If the truth were to be told, the beauty sleep hasn't helped my "beauty" very much at all, and too much of the beauty sleep has contributed to the mess i'm in. I follow a cycle that goes like this...I'm fat so I get depressed, when depressed or stressed, or mad, sad, glad, I eat....I sleep because I'm depressed, so I don't have energy to go work out. THEN....I get fatter, get more depressed, and eat more....do you see where this is going?
Food...that was the big hurdle this morning. What to eat....ummm...hmmmm...(she looks in the fridge, hopeful) well.....Huh....(she looks in the pantry).....I could cook an egg for breakfast, but I don't have time because I slept in. After some thought, I decided to eat what I did yesterday.
1 package of Instant Cream of Wheat, Yogurt, grapes, and a sandwich for lunch, and an apple for a snack. Okay..phew...not too bad. Did you catch the line above it when I said it was the same lunch as yesterday? Why did I think it was going to work today, if it hadn't been very good before? Curious.
There is a website called sparkpeople.com that we use to track our food, water, exercise, and other stuff. It is important because I need to know what I'm eating, calorie intake, nutritional value of foods, and all that. They (remember them?) will have us turn in the logs to our dietition on tuesdays ~ God bless e-mails ~ to see how we are progressing. NOW..back to the foods I took with me today. Strangely enough the foods I chose aren't bad foods, and by 2:00 today I had eaten approximately 600 calories, and drank about 8 cups of water. I peed a lot too!
If I was eating the same not so bad choices, and drinking my water, then why hasn't it worked in the past? Because I didn't...wait for it....EXERCISE!!!! TAAA DAAA!!!
So, I got off work, called Lyndsie and told her I was on my way to the gym, and did she still want to meet me there, and she did. We both walked, jogged, and jogged a little faster every once in awhile on the treadmill for 30 minutes plus cool down. I wobbled my way to 1.6 miles! Go me!Then we did a little arm work, then leg stuff, then dumbell stuff, and were there a total of 50 minutes. I would have done more but Caitlyn had a basketball game to cheer for. (Good job Caity)
After all was said and done, I think day 2 was a successful day. I'm tired from working out and peeing all day, and I feel good about my meal choices. Tomorrow is a crazy busy day, but I am meeting my team at the gym to work out with our trainer Ron. I might even take a Zumba class at 9:00...but I can't interrupt my beaty sleep, so we'll see.
Good night all,
Kelly
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Day 1 - Kelly's Big Adventure- January 13,2011
They say that setting off on a new adventure can be both exciting and frightening at the same time. I absolutely believe this 100%. I don't know who "they" are, but I think "they" are right on the money. Today is the first day of a new journey for me, and you as well, if you choose to stick with my scattered ramblings and thoughts. Welcome along, I hope you enjoy the time spent with me.
I've started writing in my head about ...oh...maybe close to 30 years ago. Only at that time it was going to be a book about growing up, and the title was going to be "Growing Up Married", by Kelly Hansen. Then I was going to write about all the adventures we have been on, then about the kids, then teenagers....then....then...you get the picture. Now here it is, 30 years later, and I am going to write about my journey to weight loss (again), and a healthier new life.
If you don't know me (this is the place where those that know me go to the bathroom or let the dog out) My name is Kelly Hansen. I am 48 years old and have been married to Mark for 30 years, four months, and a week. I have four terrific daughters, Lyndsie 28, Brianna 25, Madisen 18 (in a few days), and Caitlyn 15. I have two son-in-laws, Danny & Brad (in daughter order), and two granddaughters, Alexandra 3, and Landree 3 months (again, in daughter order). Two girls have graduated college as teachers, and two girls are in High School. I live in Goose Creek, South Carolina and and currently work at Ferguson Enterprises as an Administrative Assistant. And...I am unhealthy and fatter than I have ever been in my life. Welcome back those of you that toddled off.
I decided that this was going to be the year that I begin to take better care of myself. I am going to get healthy, lose weight, become more physically fit, and start to like myself. It is really hard to let other people like you when you don't like yourself much, so I decided to change that, and get to the head of the line in the "I like you" department.
When God was creating me, I know that he thought about the person I was going to become, and the things that were going to happen to me as I grew up, the people I would meet, the opportunities I would encounter, and so on, and so on. I like to think there are lines in heaven that you go to and take something from, such as, Confidence - You Can Do It!; Kindness and Compassion, Empathy - Learn to Hurt Too!, Honesty 101 , Friendliness - Yes You Can....and then there also must be lines such as, Selfishness - It's not just for Teenagers; Grow a Spine - Learning to Say No; Taking Care of Yourself First; Humor - Don't Use it Like a Shield...you get the idea right? Well, I know that I must have been in all the lines in Heaven, but I don't think I took something from each line, because I didn't get some of the messages, such as saying no, putting myself first, or not to use humor as a shield to keep people from getting too close and knowing the real me.
Starting tomorrow, January 14, 2011, I am going to be on a weight loss and fitness journey as part of the Healthy Charleston Challenge. I am on a team called "Joe D Bands" (it is a fitness program - look it up) with 5 other team members, 4 mentors, 2 trainers, 1 nutritionist, and a psychologist provided by the program. It is run like "The Biggest Loser" with team weigh -ins, work outs, and percentages. We are "competing" with 10 or so other teams to have the highest percentage of weight loss at the end of 10 weeks. The Healthy Charleston Challenge was voted the 3rd best chronic disease prevention program in the country. After 7 year there has been a total of well over 10,000+ pounds lost. Well done folks.
I am honored to be part of this program and have learned a few things about myself:
I weigh 223.8lbs, I'm 5' 31/2" tall , and have a BMI of 39.5%
I am obese and unhealthy
I have to change in order to stay alive.
I can't run very far without my knees killing me from the weight
I hate having my picture taken so I am missing from the memories we are making
I know that it will be hard but I can do this, one step at a time
I know it will be a struggle at times, but I won't quit
I need to get my head right to get my body right - to stay positive
I need to forget past failures, forget past successes because both will mess with my head
I need to walk by faith, and not by sight, and know that healthy changes are happening that can't be weighed or seen
I am not alone in my journey
Thank you to everybody that has sponsored me, pushed me, and loved me towards this program. I appreciate you very much and will do my best.
So that's it for now. I am going to get up and go to the gym in the morning. Day 1 here I come!
Kelly
I've started writing in my head about ...oh...maybe close to 30 years ago. Only at that time it was going to be a book about growing up, and the title was going to be "Growing Up Married", by Kelly Hansen. Then I was going to write about all the adventures we have been on, then about the kids, then teenagers....then....then...you get the picture. Now here it is, 30 years later, and I am going to write about my journey to weight loss (again), and a healthier new life.
If you don't know me (this is the place where those that know me go to the bathroom or let the dog out) My name is Kelly Hansen. I am 48 years old and have been married to Mark for 30 years, four months, and a week. I have four terrific daughters, Lyndsie 28, Brianna 25, Madisen 18 (in a few days), and Caitlyn 15. I have two son-in-laws, Danny & Brad (in daughter order), and two granddaughters, Alexandra 3, and Landree 3 months (again, in daughter order). Two girls have graduated college as teachers, and two girls are in High School. I live in Goose Creek, South Carolina and and currently work at Ferguson Enterprises as an Administrative Assistant. And...I am unhealthy and fatter than I have ever been in my life. Welcome back those of you that toddled off.
I decided that this was going to be the year that I begin to take better care of myself. I am going to get healthy, lose weight, become more physically fit, and start to like myself. It is really hard to let other people like you when you don't like yourself much, so I decided to change that, and get to the head of the line in the "I like you" department.
When God was creating me, I know that he thought about the person I was going to become, and the things that were going to happen to me as I grew up, the people I would meet, the opportunities I would encounter, and so on, and so on. I like to think there are lines in heaven that you go to and take something from, such as, Confidence - You Can Do It!; Kindness and Compassion, Empathy - Learn to Hurt Too!, Honesty 101 , Friendliness - Yes You Can....and then there also must be lines such as, Selfishness - It's not just for Teenagers; Grow a Spine - Learning to Say No; Taking Care of Yourself First; Humor - Don't Use it Like a Shield...you get the idea right? Well, I know that I must have been in all the lines in Heaven, but I don't think I took something from each line, because I didn't get some of the messages, such as saying no, putting myself first, or not to use humor as a shield to keep people from getting too close and knowing the real me.
Starting tomorrow, January 14, 2011, I am going to be on a weight loss and fitness journey as part of the Healthy Charleston Challenge. I am on a team called "Joe D Bands" (it is a fitness program - look it up) with 5 other team members, 4 mentors, 2 trainers, 1 nutritionist, and a psychologist provided by the program. It is run like "The Biggest Loser" with team weigh -ins, work outs, and percentages. We are "competing" with 10 or so other teams to have the highest percentage of weight loss at the end of 10 weeks. The Healthy Charleston Challenge was voted the 3rd best chronic disease prevention program in the country. After 7 year there has been a total of well over 10,000+ pounds lost. Well done folks.
I am honored to be part of this program and have learned a few things about myself:
I weigh 223.8lbs, I'm 5' 31/2" tall , and have a BMI of 39.5%
I am obese and unhealthy
I have to change in order to stay alive.
I can't run very far without my knees killing me from the weight
I hate having my picture taken so I am missing from the memories we are making
I know that it will be hard but I can do this, one step at a time
I know it will be a struggle at times, but I won't quit
I need to get my head right to get my body right - to stay positive
I need to forget past failures, forget past successes because both will mess with my head
I need to walk by faith, and not by sight, and know that healthy changes are happening that can't be weighed or seen
I am not alone in my journey
Thank you to everybody that has sponsored me, pushed me, and loved me towards this program. I appreciate you very much and will do my best.
So that's it for now. I am going to get up and go to the gym in the morning. Day 1 here I come!
Kelly
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