I need a new goal for the month of March.
I wanted it to be hiking once a week but I gotta bum hip and it is still kinda cold....any suggestions? Tips for thinking of something?
Help a girl out friends!
Thursday, February 28, 2013
End of a Chapter
Almost an entire 9 weeks has gone by in a blink of an eye and the last of my weight loss competitions have come and gone. I have so enjoyed running these challenges and I may do another one if and when work slows down at Big Jon Fitness, or if I get better at managing time. haha. Today is the last weigh in for a while anyway.
I want to thank everyone who gave their all doing this competition. I appreciate being a step in your journey and I can't tell you how much it means to me that you have trusted me in such an important process in your lives. I have been where you are and I can't tell you how rewarding it is to watch other people come to the plate and do the things I have done. I can't tell you how excited I get to see your numbers dropping, to hear a dress that didn't fit a year ago--does today, or that you can walk almost 2 miles now, farther than you have in a very long time. Every little thing adds up and every little choice you make--putting your health as a priority adds up on your tool belt and before you know it, you look back and you think "I am almost there, I have almost made it."
Health and fitness is a lifestyle, anyone who says different has really good genetics or is lying to you. It is going to take choices everyday for the next million years, but the reward is great. Being able to run or walk when you want to, chase kids up and around a playground, lift yourself out of a pool with ease, live longer, watch a child leave on a mission, or walk them down the isle to be married--that is why MAKING it a priority is worth it. We all evolve as we stay in our journey and as long as we are willing to change and stay consistent with our goals...the rewards and success will come.
So, Laura--you win 390 dollars, and Eranda-- you 130. I wish you both could have won because the difference in percentages was only .22%. I know you both worked really hard (and so did the rest of you, and I know because I watched, I answered questions, I SAW you looking like a sexy beast) and I am so proud of you and happy for you. I hope that you ALL can see the beauty, the changes, the improvements, and I hope you can all feel the triumph that comes only from finishing what you started and only from being a total bad a$$.
You all came, you all saw, and you all conquered--something. You all progressed. Fitchickmom could not be more proud--really. Thank you for being you and for being such an example of dedication to me. You are what makes my job the best in the world. I wish you the best as you go along your paths.
I want to thank everyone who gave their all doing this competition. I appreciate being a step in your journey and I can't tell you how much it means to me that you have trusted me in such an important process in your lives. I have been where you are and I can't tell you how rewarding it is to watch other people come to the plate and do the things I have done. I can't tell you how excited I get to see your numbers dropping, to hear a dress that didn't fit a year ago--does today, or that you can walk almost 2 miles now, farther than you have in a very long time. Every little thing adds up and every little choice you make--putting your health as a priority adds up on your tool belt and before you know it, you look back and you think "I am almost there, I have almost made it."
Health and fitness is a lifestyle, anyone who says different has really good genetics or is lying to you. It is going to take choices everyday for the next million years, but the reward is great. Being able to run or walk when you want to, chase kids up and around a playground, lift yourself out of a pool with ease, live longer, watch a child leave on a mission, or walk them down the isle to be married--that is why MAKING it a priority is worth it. We all evolve as we stay in our journey and as long as we are willing to change and stay consistent with our goals...the rewards and success will come.
So, Laura--you win 390 dollars, and Eranda-- you 130. I wish you both could have won because the difference in percentages was only .22%. I know you both worked really hard (and so did the rest of you, and I know because I watched, I answered questions, I SAW you looking like a sexy beast) and I am so proud of you and happy for you. I hope that you ALL can see the beauty, the changes, the improvements, and I hope you can all feel the triumph that comes only from finishing what you started and only from being a total bad a$$.
You all came, you all saw, and you all conquered--something. You all progressed. Fitchickmom could not be more proud--really. Thank you for being you and for being such an example of dedication to me. You are what makes my job the best in the world. I wish you the best as you go along your paths.
Final Weigh In!!!!!!!!
Laura- 150.6, 152, 149, 143, 139, 137, 134, 134, MIS, 130 (-20.6, 13.68%)
Eranda- 163.4, 157.4, 155, 153.4, 150.2, 148. 8, 146.2, 145.4, 145.4, 141,4 (-22, 13.46%)
BY-217.6, 214.5, 212.5, 207.9, 205.9, 205.5, 203.8, 202.5, 200.1, 199.8( -17.8, 8.2%)
Brecca- 186, 184.4, 180.8, 182.4, 179.6, 176.2, 174, 172, 172, 172 (-14, 7.5%)
Joey- 200, 194, 193, 193, 192, 189, 190, 189, 185 (-15, 7.5%)
Karen- 186.4, 185, 185, 184, 181.8, 179.6, 177.6, MIS, 175.2, MIS (-11.2, 6%)
Andrea- 178.5, 174, 173, 172.5, 170.5, 168, 169.5,MIS, 168, 170.5(-8, 4.5%)
Shannon- 146, 145.2, 143.4, 141.4, 141.4, 142.2, 141, MIS, 141.4, 141.4 (-4.6, 3.2%)
Julie- 216.2, 211.2, 211.4, 210.4, 209.2, 212.2, 211, 212.4, 211.6 (-4.6, 2.1%)
Callie- OUT (-2.4, 1.3%)
Matt- 273.6, 270.8, 261, 270, 266, 258.2, MIS, MIS, MIS (-15.4, 5.6 %) OUT
April- 162.6, 162.4, 161.4, 160.2, MIS, 160.2, 161.4, MIS, MIS (-1.2, .07%) OUT
Amanda- 181.2, 172.6, 172.2, 170.8, 170.6, 169.8, MIS, 168.8, MIS, MIS (,-12.4, 6.8%) OUT
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Imma Princess
"GOT YOU PINCESS!!!" He yelled.
Oh my, my heart. It stopped for a second-- I AM A PRINCESS. The girl who always wanted to be a princess, is. I really, really am a princess to my three year old stud muffin. And I really am a queen--the most beautiful queen to my 5 year old in the entire universe.
I read something from Scott Abel this past week about an overweight individual he is counselling in regards to her body image issues. She remembers from a young age watching her mom stand on the bathroom scale and get angry, or sad, or happy. She remembered her mom telling her she couldn't go play with her, until she had her make up on because she looked too ugly--her bags under her eyes were too dark. She remembered her mom always taking the pictures but ALWAYS ALWAYS avoiding being in a picture with her, because she looked fat in pictures. She remembers learning that "this" food was bad and made a girl fat.
She doesn't remember her mom saying much. She mostly remembered what she observed with those big, innocent eyes.
I ask you--what are you showing your children? This is not an issue that only affects moms and daughters. I encourage you to see the importance of this issue where your sons are concerned as well. Because teaching your son that you are not ok the way you are, that something is wrong with you because you do not look like a model in a magazine teaches him to value only women who look a certain way. Do you want him coming to you at 24, graduated from college with a woman who only looks good but has no other outstanding characteristics?
I didn't think so.
Of course we all value good looks, and feeling good about ourselves. Many of us are motivated to always better our physical bodies and always trying to enrich our minds and our spirits as well. I think that is a really great thing. I think it is noble, I think it is right, and I think it sets an extraordinary example for the younger generation.
But those things do not need to be exclusive. You can do all three. You can strive to be your best version of yourself and at the same time value who you are today. I can always work towards lowering my body fat and gaining muscle, while still thinking that I am a sexy beast. And your darn right I tell my kids that. I like my body. I think I am pretty. I think I am smart, kind, honest, motivated, prayerful, loyal. I think I am freaking awesome. And I think my kids are freaking awesome. And more than the fact that I want them to know that I think they are awesome, I want them TO KNOW THAT THEY ARE AWESOME. I WANT THEM TO THINK THEY ARE AWESOME, and I want them to be really really proud of that.
There are enough people in the world to tear us down. There will be bully's, teachers, friends, people we think we can count on that are going to break us down and tear our babies down. You know what is not happening at my house?
Tearing
I'll do the building.
So moms, when you wake up tomorrow and make the choice to step on that scale-- make the choice to have no emotion attached to it. If it in anyway, shape or form affects your mood or the tone for your day. GET RID OF THAT THING. And do it now, before you get hurt further, and before your children end up hurt, overweight, with low self esteem and in counselling that you are going to have to pay for.
We are our kids hero's we are their confidants, we are their princesses, queens, cheer leaders, coaches, and best first teacher. Be the kind of example they deserve to have. Be the person you want and hope for them to be.
And for heaven's sake--get in the dang picture. Smile and remember that to your child--you are the whole entire world. If you need help finding you, finding the you that might be buried under some "stuff," find help, email me, text me, facebook me. I'm listening--and if I can't help you, I'll point you in the direction of someone who can.
Don't forget just who you are and just how important you are to those little eyes that are so innocent, and observant.
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Saturday, February 23, 2013
One more
Just a quick reminder--you will weigh again for the last time on February 28. Don't forget :)
Laura- 150.6, 152, 149, 143, 139, 137, 134, 134, MIS (-16.6, 11.022%)
Laura- 150.6, 152, 149, 143, 139, 137, 134, 134, MIS (-16.6, 11.022%)
Eranda- 163.4, 157.4, 155, 153.4, 150.2, 148. 8, 146.2, 145.4, 145.4 (-18, 11.015%)
BY-217.6, 214.5, 212.5, 207.9, 205.9, 205.5, 203.8, 202.5, 200.1 ( -17.5, 8%)
Brecca- 186, 184.4, 180.8, 182.4, 179.6, 176.2, 174, 172, 172 (-14, 7.5%)
Amanda- 181.2, 172.6, 172.2, 170.8, 170.6, 169.8, MIS, 168.8, MIS (,-12.4, 6.8%)
Karen- 186.4, 185, 185, 184, 181.8, 179.6, 177.6, MIS, 175.2 (-11.2, 6%)
Joey- 200, 194, 193, 193, 192, 189, 190, 189 (-11, 5.5%)
Andrea- 178.5, 174, 173, 172.5, 170.5, 168, 169.5,MIS, 168(-9.5, 5.3%)
Shannon- 146, 145.2, 143.4, 141.4, 141.4, 142.2, 141, MIS, 141.4 (-4.6, 3.2%)
Julie- 216.2, 211.2, 211.4, 210.4, 209.2, 212.2, 211, 212.4 (-3.8, 1.8%)
Callie- OUT (-2.4, 1.3%)
Matt- 273.6, 270.8, 261, 270, 266, 258.2, MIS, MIS, MIS (-15.4, 5.6 %) OUT
April- 162.6, 162.4, 161.4, 160.2, MIS, 160.2, 161.4, MIS, MIS (-1.2, .07%) OUT
Friday, February 22, 2013
February Yoga at Greening Place Yoga
In January I set some goals for myself, which means each month I will be blogging about whatever new healthy adventure I take. January was healthy dinners and swimming. and February was YOGA!
Background. I have done yoga like 3 times total. Once at a church class for like 10 minutes before I was ready to go whacko from all the quiet and sitting still, and twice I think in warm up for the cardio portion of P90x. Which was very, very, VERY hard. So saying I was nervous to head to not only a yoga class, but to a real, live yoga studio--was a bit of an understatement. I had that feeling in my stomach, ya know, the one...where you are so nervous you think you might poop your pants or throw up. SHUT UP! Do not even TRY and tell me you don't know what I am talking about--and if you are sincere and do not, you really need to get out of your own little world and experience some stuff. It's scary, but it is exhilarating too.
I chose to go to my favorite yogi in the whole worlds studio--Nicole at Greening Place Yoga. I knew that she would make me feel super comfortable and confident in myself, because--well that's just her. It's what she does without even knowing she is doing it. I had planned to go a few weeks earlier but then we had a snow storm and class was cancelled so I kept postponing it and postponing it (out of nerves and my husbands schedule) until yesterday when she so kindly mentioned on facebook I would be joining her that evening. :)
So I did what any normal girl would do. I blackmailed my friend into coming with me. I totally peer pressured her and basically gave her no choice but to say yes and go endure possibly some embarrassment with me. I felt good about it too.
We got to the cute little studio right on time and everything was all ready for us. We told her we knew nothing about yoga other than p90x and she basically said something to the fact that p90x is a whore and her yoga is a bride? I don't know...something like that, and I didn't really get it at the time but now, I totally agree. p90x tried to hurt me in yoga, like bad. And it worked. And so I sorta hated it. But this THIS was amazingly relaxing and refreshing.
She took us through maybe a half hour of breathing techniques and different poses. The only one I knew was childs and cat-cow. However, before I thought cow was actually dog, so I realized that my whole time stretching out my bootcampers back in the day I was telling them cat and dog, very incorrectly. Ah, well. You win some you lose some. Anyway, she kept reminding us to "stay in the moment" and I realized, because I already had to pee half way through the first half hour, I better just get up and go because there was no staying in any moment other than the "don't pee don't pee don't pee moment." I had to pause my intentions to use the bathroom since that was all I was thinking about for 10 minutes.
Then we did those poses more quickly, then we held some others, then we did some serious stretching...I think that is what it was. It was hard. I fell over a couple of times, I got several looks of encouragement even though she was probably thinking "This chick can row 80# dumb bells and squat a butt load of weight and she can't even hold her own body weight on one leg crouched down in the namaste position?? WTHECK!?" I know, it's odd. It seems odd as I type it to but that crap was hard.
Anyway, then at the end of an hour we lay flat on our back on these amazingly comfortable good smelling mats. They were like a long mat of jelly. Not sure what she called them but they were awesome. We got these lavender eye bags and lied back and meditated. She kept reminding us to "stay in the moment" and find our "Yummy" which is very appropriate for this girl, who was very hungry about 15 minutes before it was over.
Back to those mats! So She fixed my shoulders by pulling up on my upper body and rolled me just this perfect way and I totally understood what the "yummy" spot was then. It felt so good. She even rubbed my feet for a few minutes at the end, I don't know if she does that every time or just sometimes--but-- THAT.WAS.AMAZING.
We rested for probably 20 minutes and I kept reminding myself at that point to stay in the moment cuz I was worried she fell asleep or something. I had no idea that we were going to meditate that long. I yawned through the whole class. And we even "ammed or was it ommed?" at the end, that was not my favorite part but it was a little funny. The whole 90 minute experience was relaxing and rejuvenating, yet hard. Does that make sense? I could definitely see how one could get addicted to that as I really wanted to hold my poses longer and better and I know I could be pretty good at it with more practice.
Kalaina didn't kill me. She actually really liked it and we decided we are going to try and make it to a class each week. I want to increase my strength and flexibility but honestly, in my fast paced life it was really nice to take it down a notch and breathe and clear my head. I'll be eliminating one strength session a week and adding yoga in it's place.
(Yes, I did totally check out the instructors body--you knew I would. She is STRONG for one thing and I don't know if she got her butt from yoga or if she runs stairs or what, but that girl got a booty!!! And it's nice and round. She was very impressive to watch-- I just didn't realize the total body strength one would need to do yoga. She has it. A beautiful, welcoming, relaxing studio that I am grateful to have been exposed to for a very good first impression of yoga--that is not whorish :O) Thanks Nicole!)
Background. I have done yoga like 3 times total. Once at a church class for like 10 minutes before I was ready to go whacko from all the quiet and sitting still, and twice I think in warm up for the cardio portion of P90x. Which was very, very, VERY hard. So saying I was nervous to head to not only a yoga class, but to a real, live yoga studio--was a bit of an understatement. I had that feeling in my stomach, ya know, the one...where you are so nervous you think you might poop your pants or throw up. SHUT UP! Do not even TRY and tell me you don't know what I am talking about--and if you are sincere and do not, you really need to get out of your own little world and experience some stuff. It's scary, but it is exhilarating too.
I chose to go to my favorite yogi in the whole worlds studio--Nicole at Greening Place Yoga. I knew that she would make me feel super comfortable and confident in myself, because--well that's just her. It's what she does without even knowing she is doing it. I had planned to go a few weeks earlier but then we had a snow storm and class was cancelled so I kept postponing it and postponing it (out of nerves and my husbands schedule) until yesterday when she so kindly mentioned on facebook I would be joining her that evening. :)
So I did what any normal girl would do. I blackmailed my friend into coming with me. I totally peer pressured her and basically gave her no choice but to say yes and go endure possibly some embarrassment with me. I felt good about it too.
We got to the cute little studio right on time and everything was all ready for us. We told her we knew nothing about yoga other than p90x and she basically said something to the fact that p90x is a whore and her yoga is a bride? I don't know...something like that, and I didn't really get it at the time but now, I totally agree. p90x tried to hurt me in yoga, like bad. And it worked. And so I sorta hated it. But this THIS was amazingly relaxing and refreshing.
She took us through maybe a half hour of breathing techniques and different poses. The only one I knew was childs and cat-cow. However, before I thought cow was actually dog, so I realized that my whole time stretching out my bootcampers back in the day I was telling them cat and dog, very incorrectly. Ah, well. You win some you lose some. Anyway, she kept reminding us to "stay in the moment" and I realized, because I already had to pee half way through the first half hour, I better just get up and go because there was no staying in any moment other than the "don't pee don't pee don't pee moment." I had to pause my intentions to use the bathroom since that was all I was thinking about for 10 minutes.
Then we did those poses more quickly, then we held some others, then we did some serious stretching...I think that is what it was. It was hard. I fell over a couple of times, I got several looks of encouragement even though she was probably thinking "This chick can row 80# dumb bells and squat a butt load of weight and she can't even hold her own body weight on one leg crouched down in the namaste position?? WTHECK!?" I know, it's odd. It seems odd as I type it to but that crap was hard.
Anyway, then at the end of an hour we lay flat on our back on these amazingly comfortable good smelling mats. They were like a long mat of jelly. Not sure what she called them but they were awesome. We got these lavender eye bags and lied back and meditated. She kept reminding us to "stay in the moment" and find our "Yummy" which is very appropriate for this girl, who was very hungry about 15 minutes before it was over.
Back to those mats! So She fixed my shoulders by pulling up on my upper body and rolled me just this perfect way and I totally understood what the "yummy" spot was then. It felt so good. She even rubbed my feet for a few minutes at the end, I don't know if she does that every time or just sometimes--but-- THAT.WAS.AMAZING.
We rested for probably 20 minutes and I kept reminding myself at that point to stay in the moment cuz I was worried she fell asleep or something. I had no idea that we were going to meditate that long. I yawned through the whole class. And we even "ammed or was it ommed?" at the end, that was not my favorite part but it was a little funny. The whole 90 minute experience was relaxing and rejuvenating, yet hard. Does that make sense? I could definitely see how one could get addicted to that as I really wanted to hold my poses longer and better and I know I could be pretty good at it with more practice.
Kalaina didn't kill me. She actually really liked it and we decided we are going to try and make it to a class each week. I want to increase my strength and flexibility but honestly, in my fast paced life it was really nice to take it down a notch and breathe and clear my head. I'll be eliminating one strength session a week and adding yoga in it's place.
(Yes, I did totally check out the instructors body--you knew I would. She is STRONG for one thing and I don't know if she got her butt from yoga or if she runs stairs or what, but that girl got a booty!!! And it's nice and round. She was very impressive to watch-- I just didn't realize the total body strength one would need to do yoga. She has it. A beautiful, welcoming, relaxing studio that I am grateful to have been exposed to for a very good first impression of yoga--that is not whorish :O) Thanks Nicole!)
Thursday, February 21, 2013
wiwo Thursday
My honey bunny wrote most my workout today and i now realize, he was trying to hurt me.
And it feels like it worked cuz im sore already
15 leg presses ss 15 calf extension 15 leg presses ss 15 calf extension (45# e side)
4 sets
25 front squats (40# bar) 4 sets
Leg extension ss hamstring curl 15 with 5 seconds hold on contractions (40#, 50#)4 sets
300 walking lunges no rest (40# bar for 250)
25 pushup jumps
25 tuck jumps
25 push up jumps
25 tuck jumps
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How He Convinced ME
It's the age old question-- "How do I motivate my partner to be healthy with me?" or "My partner constantly sabotages my efforts to get fit!" or "My partner resents it when I workout."
I am going to tell you a little story about a couple I know...named...my husband and me.
When we first met, hubby was in amazing shape. He could do push ups and pull ups like it was going out of style. His chest stuck out in a very very good way and I could not get enough of touching it. I mean, I can totally see why men like boobies now. Cuz his chest was and is amazingly sexy. Every night after working 12 or more hours of heavy duty labor intensive work (And he'd eat nasty healthy food like tuna and chicken and oatmeal all the time), he would go home and hit his garage to workout.
I was young, so this was HOTT at first. Then we broke up and I got into working out myself and feeling good about me. Always, a workout aholic, and a junk food closet eater. I worked out so I could justify eating McDonalds, pizza, and taco bell and of course anything with sugar in the ingredient list as well.
When we got back together several months later, fitness was a priority for me too--so we started working out together and that was awesome. We just went after he got done at work and I finished my classes at BSU. We enjoyed it (I hung on the cardio equipment shocking people at just how long and hard I could go) and he'd lift weights. We'd head back to his house, he'd do protein and I'd be all like "Wendy's sounds good!"
This drove him insane in the membrane. He couldn't understand why I would eat like shiz after killing the gym like that. So honestly, this was a sort of contention for us for a long time. He didn't like me eating crap, I didn't like him caring that I ate crap. So it was sorta vicious cycle, He'd make a little comment, and then I would want to eat the whole freaking plate of brownies just to show HIM. Yah, that didn't work out that well for me because then, I got pregnant.
And pregnancy was a real biznatch for me. I'll be honest. I hated it. I went from pretty and a little chunky to super dang ugly and fat. Fat everywhere. I didn't even recognize pictures of myself when I saw them. It was bad. I was depressed, obviously, so I didn't work out (I was in college and worked full time both) and every night when hubby came home you know what that son of a gun did? He went to the gym while I stayed home and felt even more miserable and more angry.
After pregnancy I was on a mission to get back to myself, after several months of him coming home from work, while I had been home with the baby all day--and once again he would head to the gym while I stayed home. It infuriated me at first, but then, when I WAS READY, I started. I committed to 21 days of walking first. I walked every single day for 21 days, because they say 21 days makes a habit. I did this alone, for myself and I fit it in even though there was more than one time I was out in the dark, alone. (I do not recommend that, but it is what I needed to do at the time). He of course was my cheerleader and so I joined weight watchers and we became a fit team. We were working together, going to the gym together--eating healthy but I would still slip into my old habits and eat off track. And he would casually mention it and I would want to kill him.
So there was a time we sat down, and we had it out. I explained I liked being on his team, but I felt like I was constantly on defense because although he wasn't saying it, and although he probably didn't mean it either, every time he commented on what I ate--I felt like he was calling me a fat cow. So he stopped commenting (for the most part, I still catch him from time to time but that's his issue now not mine.) and I just did what I could.
Second pregnancy was easier, I got to goal weight in a reasonable way. I worked out hard and I ate less. I started craving the activity even more than I ever had. It was when I ran my first weight loss competition on this very blog in January 2010. I got to help people, which helped me and then all of a sudden I had found my passion and was evolving into a fit princess monster. I loved it then and I still love it now.
These days we train together several times a month. There has been times that husband has commented snidely about me heading to the gym AGAIN, but I have reminded him more than once that he created this monster. I have blogged several times of how grateful I am that he lead by example and didn't pressure me to work out, or do things his way. He'd offer advice but once he understood that I just wanted him to be supportive, and not bossy (HA that's my job now) we were good. We evolved together and our fitter, stronger, and healthier than ever before.
I have clients always say that it is easy for me, because my husband does what I do. Yes, to a degree that's true but as you can see we weren't always this way. So I give them advice on how to help their partner.
1 Don't pressure them to do what you are doing. Just do what you have to do for YOU. You can't take care of anyone else unless you take care of yourself. So do it. Stop whining that they aren't on your side. You are your own person and you can make things happen for YOU if you choose to. Sometimes, that means, dinner will be late--or they'll have to eat leftovers--OR they may not love what you cook. But, life isn't perfect all the time, and they'll get over it.
2 Cook healthy. Buy healthy food. If they're hungry, they'll eat. Does this mean you should never make cookies or buy chicken nuggets again? No, But do it every now and again. I buy my kids chicken nuggets about every 4 weeks. They can eat em and enjoy em, and then when they're gone...we eat something healthier. Snacks? You need something fast and on the go? Rice cakes in a bag. Cut up fruit in a bag. Cut of veggies in a bag. Homemade granola bar in a bag. Don't use that stupid excuse that it takes too much time. So does dr visits and dentist visits and everything else so make time for what's important. Health is important.
3 Involve them in activities. Make it a priority to invite them to do fun things (kids--play tag, bike rides, races etc) Spouse go home from your workout and show them something hard you did and have them try it with you. Their competitiveness will come out and they will do it I almost guarantee it.
4 Love them anyway. They aren't going to do everything you want them to, ever. Love them anyway. Be the best example of health and fitness you can be, for YOU, and let them watch how good you feel about yourself and how much happier you feel towards other people. That stuff is contagious.
A client last night tagged me in a post on facebook of her husband kicking my other clients butts in a 3 minute plank, another client told me her hubby had a spread sheet all figured out of a workout program that he might start soon. Be encouraging and at the end of the day--
Love them anyway.
I am going to tell you a little story about a couple I know...named...my husband and me.
When we first met, hubby was in amazing shape. He could do push ups and pull ups like it was going out of style. His chest stuck out in a very very good way and I could not get enough of touching it. I mean, I can totally see why men like boobies now. Cuz his chest was and is amazingly sexy. Every night after working 12 or more hours of heavy duty labor intensive work (And he'd eat nasty healthy food like tuna and chicken and oatmeal all the time), he would go home and hit his garage to workout.
I was young, so this was HOTT at first. Then we broke up and I got into working out myself and feeling good about me. Always, a workout aholic, and a junk food closet eater. I worked out so I could justify eating McDonalds, pizza, and taco bell and of course anything with sugar in the ingredient list as well.
When we got back together several months later, fitness was a priority for me too--so we started working out together and that was awesome. We just went after he got done at work and I finished my classes at BSU. We enjoyed it (I hung on the cardio equipment shocking people at just how long and hard I could go) and he'd lift weights. We'd head back to his house, he'd do protein and I'd be all like "Wendy's sounds good!"
This drove him insane in the membrane. He couldn't understand why I would eat like shiz after killing the gym like that. So honestly, this was a sort of contention for us for a long time. He didn't like me eating crap, I didn't like him caring that I ate crap. So it was sorta vicious cycle, He'd make a little comment, and then I would want to eat the whole freaking plate of brownies just to show HIM. Yah, that didn't work out that well for me because then, I got pregnant.
And pregnancy was a real biznatch for me. I'll be honest. I hated it. I went from pretty and a little chunky to super dang ugly and fat. Fat everywhere. I didn't even recognize pictures of myself when I saw them. It was bad. I was depressed, obviously, so I didn't work out (I was in college and worked full time both) and every night when hubby came home you know what that son of a gun did? He went to the gym while I stayed home and felt even more miserable and more angry.
After pregnancy I was on a mission to get back to myself, after several months of him coming home from work, while I had been home with the baby all day--and once again he would head to the gym while I stayed home. It infuriated me at first, but then, when I WAS READY, I started. I committed to 21 days of walking first. I walked every single day for 21 days, because they say 21 days makes a habit. I did this alone, for myself and I fit it in even though there was more than one time I was out in the dark, alone. (I do not recommend that, but it is what I needed to do at the time). He of course was my cheerleader and so I joined weight watchers and we became a fit team. We were working together, going to the gym together--eating healthy but I would still slip into my old habits and eat off track. And he would casually mention it and I would want to kill him.
So there was a time we sat down, and we had it out. I explained I liked being on his team, but I felt like I was constantly on defense because although he wasn't saying it, and although he probably didn't mean it either, every time he commented on what I ate--I felt like he was calling me a fat cow. So he stopped commenting (for the most part, I still catch him from time to time but that's his issue now not mine.) and I just did what I could.
Second pregnancy was easier, I got to goal weight in a reasonable way. I worked out hard and I ate less. I started craving the activity even more than I ever had. It was when I ran my first weight loss competition on this very blog in January 2010. I got to help people, which helped me and then all of a sudden I had found my passion and was evolving into a fit princess monster. I loved it then and I still love it now.
These days we train together several times a month. There has been times that husband has commented snidely about me heading to the gym AGAIN, but I have reminded him more than once that he created this monster. I have blogged several times of how grateful I am that he lead by example and didn't pressure me to work out, or do things his way. He'd offer advice but once he understood that I just wanted him to be supportive, and not bossy (HA that's my job now) we were good. We evolved together and our fitter, stronger, and healthier than ever before.
I have clients always say that it is easy for me, because my husband does what I do. Yes, to a degree that's true but as you can see we weren't always this way. So I give them advice on how to help their partner.
1 Don't pressure them to do what you are doing. Just do what you have to do for YOU. You can't take care of anyone else unless you take care of yourself. So do it. Stop whining that they aren't on your side. You are your own person and you can make things happen for YOU if you choose to. Sometimes, that means, dinner will be late--or they'll have to eat leftovers--OR they may not love what you cook. But, life isn't perfect all the time, and they'll get over it.
2 Cook healthy. Buy healthy food. If they're hungry, they'll eat. Does this mean you should never make cookies or buy chicken nuggets again? No, But do it every now and again. I buy my kids chicken nuggets about every 4 weeks. They can eat em and enjoy em, and then when they're gone...we eat something healthier. Snacks? You need something fast and on the go? Rice cakes in a bag. Cut up fruit in a bag. Cut of veggies in a bag. Homemade granola bar in a bag. Don't use that stupid excuse that it takes too much time. So does dr visits and dentist visits and everything else so make time for what's important. Health is important.
3 Involve them in activities. Make it a priority to invite them to do fun things (kids--play tag, bike rides, races etc) Spouse go home from your workout and show them something hard you did and have them try it with you. Their competitiveness will come out and they will do it I almost guarantee it.
4 Love them anyway. They aren't going to do everything you want them to, ever. Love them anyway. Be the best example of health and fitness you can be, for YOU, and let them watch how good you feel about yourself and how much happier you feel towards other people. That stuff is contagious.
A client last night tagged me in a post on facebook of her husband kicking my other clients butts in a 3 minute plank, another client told me her hubby had a spread sheet all figured out of a workout program that he might start soon. Be encouraging and at the end of the day--
Love them anyway.
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Saturday, February 16, 2013
2 more
Just a quick reminder--you will weigh again on Saturday February 23rd and then for the last time on February 28. Don't forget :)
Laura- 150.6, 152, 149, 143, 139, 137, 134, 134 (-16.6, 11.022%)
Eranda- 163.4, 157.4, 155, 153.4, 150.2, 148. 8, 146.2, 145.4 (-18, 11.015%)
Brecca- 186, 184.4, 180.8, 182.4, 179.6, 176.2, 174, 172 (-14, 7.5%)
BY-217.6, 214.5, 212.5, 207.9, 205.9, 205.5, 203.8, 202.5 ( -15.1, 6.9%)
Amanda- 181.2, 172.6, 172.2, 170.8, 170.6, 169.8, MIS, 168.8 (,-12.4, 6.8%)
Matt- 273.6, 270.8, 261, 270, 266, 258.2, MIS, MIS (-15.4, 5.6 %)
Joey- 200, 194, 193, 193, 192, 189, 190 (-10, 5%)
Andrea- 178.5, 174, 173, 172.5, 170.5, 168, 169.5,MIS (-9, 5%)
Karen- 186.4, 185, 185, 184, 181.8, 179.6, 177.6, MIS (-8.8, 4.7%)
Shannon- 146, 145.2, 143.4, 141.4, 141.4, 142.2, 141, MIS (-5, 3.4%)
Julie- 216.2, 211.2, 211.4, 210.4, 209.2, 212.2, 211 (-5.2, 2.4%)
April- 162.6, 162.4, 161.4, 160.2, MIS, 160.2, 161.4, MIS (-1.2, .07%)
Callie- OUT (-2.4, 1.3%)
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
SHUT up!?!?!?
I was at the gym, this one time and had this experience and I don't even want to write about it because it was so irritating and infuriating.
ANNNND I have six 11 year olds coming to my house in oh, 45 minutes...and I haven't put any makeup on or done my hair or vacuumed-- but frickin A I can't get it off my mind and so I better just bust it out so I can stop thinking about it.
Two things:
SHUT UP AND TAKE A COMPLIMENT!
And, ALLOW ME TO FEEL GOOD ABOUT MYSELF IN YOUR PRESENCE???
mmmmk?
SO it went like this--
I "noticed" in the mirror, that I was looking exceptionally "buff" today. Some water weight dropped apparently because my shoulder caps were a little more defined than the have been (Remember that time I was wigging over those 2 lbs?) I felt good about myself. I was working extremely hard on a high rep leg day--pouring sweat, feeling absolutely like an unstoppable mother and a million bucks. I see a lady and say "wow you look really good!"
She then goes on and on and on and ON about how she is so fat, she has gained all this weight, she would never do this or that or the other thing cuz she is too fat.
MMMMMk, all a sudden I feel like a fat a$$ when 10 minutes earlier I felt like a freaking fitness model-(haha ok, that may have been a stretch but I am adding drama for effect here) that belonged on the cover of FIT CHICK MOM MAGAZINE!!
What do I do from there? I of course, reassure her--tell her she looks good, she has had kids and millions of women would love to look like her that have never even had kids.
Again with her ranting and raving.
Man, I really wish I had had my ipod at that point. Sigh, I forgot it.
As I articulated my exact thoughts as I finished up the workout I thought it might be "slightly" inappropriate if I went over and told her she needed to shut her dang mouth and just say "thank you" when someone complimented her and that because she was being so friggin negative and down on her own body she made ME feel down on mine. (I know psychologists out there--no one can make you feel a certain way, you choose your feelings BUT--not in this scenario, ok?) I don't get it. Why do women, especially, do that to themselves?
We are definitely our own worst critic. I could tag blog after blog after blog of ridonkulas posts I have posted in the past of me just acting like an idiot about my own body. It's true, I could. We are so hard on ourselves. STOP DOING THAT TO YOURSELF AND THOSE YOU SURROUND YOURSELF WITH!! If you think YOUR issues only affect YOU I am more than happy to tell you that you are CRAY CRAY and you pawn your issues off to your husband (Sex life), your kids (how they feel about their own bodies), and the people who say something nice to you (but--in your defense, those people are obviously stupid and should know better than to compliment a person).
Since I have gotten to this positive body image advocate time frame in my life, and since I have become so happy with MYSELF and started to love MY body for it's assets, and have been more understanding of my flaws--I am a much happier person and a much nicer person. The way I feel about ME and the way you feel about YOU is reflected in many different aspects of your life.
I looked in the mirror when I was done getting ready for church on Sunday and I felt pretty. I know why I felt pretty too, it was because I feel pretty on the INSIDE. I feel like I am kind, honest, and that I am pursuing passions in my life that better those around me. That makes me pretty and it makes other people feel good about feeling pretty in my presence.
As I look back at old posts I don't think I have always been good at this--but I assure you that the new me is almost as happy with me as I am with those around me. And this new me wants YOU to feel comfortable in your skin so here is my plea, and me giving you permission--to feel like a total HOTTIE in your own body. Feel sexy. Feel like you have a bodacious booty, curves in all the right places, and like you are all around one bad a$$ chick--because you are. Work hard, eat well, sleep well, train like a freaking beast and at the end of the day look at yourself in that mirror and tell yourself just how proud of you, YOU are. That comes from within, and that confidence doesn't come naturally to A LOT of us....but have you heard that saying "fake it till you make it," I am a testimony of that--and I am almost there. Don't leave yourself behind or sell yourself short...cuz baby--YOU GOT THIS!!!!!!
ps. If someone says you look good, or have cute shoes, or that you are kind....remember this "SHUT THE HECK UP AND SAY THANK YOU WITH A SMILE!"
Keep going, don't quit--you're on your way and it DOES get easier.
ANNNND I have six 11 year olds coming to my house in oh, 45 minutes...and I haven't put any makeup on or done my hair or vacuumed-- but frickin A I can't get it off my mind and so I better just bust it out so I can stop thinking about it.
Two things:
SHUT UP AND TAKE A COMPLIMENT!
And, ALLOW ME TO FEEL GOOD ABOUT MYSELF IN YOUR PRESENCE???
mmmmk?
SO it went like this--
I "noticed" in the mirror, that I was looking exceptionally "buff" today. Some water weight dropped apparently because my shoulder caps were a little more defined than the have been (Remember that time I was wigging over those 2 lbs?) I felt good about myself. I was working extremely hard on a high rep leg day--pouring sweat, feeling absolutely like an unstoppable mother and a million bucks. I see a lady and say "wow you look really good!"
She then goes on and on and on and ON about how she is so fat, she has gained all this weight, she would never do this or that or the other thing cuz she is too fat.
MMMMMk, all a sudden I feel like a fat a$$ when 10 minutes earlier I felt like a freaking fitness model-(haha ok, that may have been a stretch but I am adding drama for effect here) that belonged on the cover of FIT CHICK MOM MAGAZINE!!
What do I do from there? I of course, reassure her--tell her she looks good, she has had kids and millions of women would love to look like her that have never even had kids.
Again with her ranting and raving.
Man, I really wish I had had my ipod at that point. Sigh, I forgot it.
As I articulated my exact thoughts as I finished up the workout I thought it might be "slightly" inappropriate if I went over and told her she needed to shut her dang mouth and just say "thank you" when someone complimented her and that because she was being so friggin negative and down on her own body she made ME feel down on mine. (I know psychologists out there--no one can make you feel a certain way, you choose your feelings BUT--not in this scenario, ok?) I don't get it. Why do women, especially, do that to themselves?
We are definitely our own worst critic. I could tag blog after blog after blog of ridonkulas posts I have posted in the past of me just acting like an idiot about my own body. It's true, I could. We are so hard on ourselves. STOP DOING THAT TO YOURSELF AND THOSE YOU SURROUND YOURSELF WITH!! If you think YOUR issues only affect YOU I am more than happy to tell you that you are CRAY CRAY and you pawn your issues off to your husband (Sex life), your kids (how they feel about their own bodies), and the people who say something nice to you (but--in your defense, those people are obviously stupid and should know better than to compliment a person).
Since I have gotten to this positive body image advocate time frame in my life, and since I have become so happy with MYSELF and started to love MY body for it's assets, and have been more understanding of my flaws--I am a much happier person and a much nicer person. The way I feel about ME and the way you feel about YOU is reflected in many different aspects of your life.
I looked in the mirror when I was done getting ready for church on Sunday and I felt pretty. I know why I felt pretty too, it was because I feel pretty on the INSIDE. I feel like I am kind, honest, and that I am pursuing passions in my life that better those around me. That makes me pretty and it makes other people feel good about feeling pretty in my presence.
As I look back at old posts I don't think I have always been good at this--but I assure you that the new me is almost as happy with me as I am with those around me. And this new me wants YOU to feel comfortable in your skin so here is my plea, and me giving you permission--to feel like a total HOTTIE in your own body. Feel sexy. Feel like you have a bodacious booty, curves in all the right places, and like you are all around one bad a$$ chick--because you are. Work hard, eat well, sleep well, train like a freaking beast and at the end of the day look at yourself in that mirror and tell yourself just how proud of you, YOU are. That comes from within, and that confidence doesn't come naturally to A LOT of us....but have you heard that saying "fake it till you make it," I am a testimony of that--and I am almost there. Don't leave yourself behind or sell yourself short...cuz baby--YOU GOT THIS!!!!!!
ps. If someone says you look good, or have cute shoes, or that you are kind....remember this "SHUT THE HECK UP AND SAY THANK YOU WITH A SMILE!"
Keep going, don't quit--you're on your way and it DOES get easier.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
3 MORE BABY!!!!
Laura- 150.6, 152, 149, 143, 139, 137, 134 (-16.6, 11%)
Eranda- 163.4, 157.4, 155, 153.4, 150.2, 148. 8, 146.2 (-17.2, 10.5%)
Brecca- 186, 184.4, 180.8, 182.4, 179.6, 176.2, 174 (-12, 6.5%)
Amanda- 181.2, 172.6, 172.2, 170.8, 170.6, 169.8, MIS (,-11.4, 6.3%)
BY-217.6, 214.5, 212.5, 207.9, 205.9, 205.5, 203.8 ( -13.8, 6.3%)
Matt- 273.6, 270.8, 261, 270, 266, 258.2, MIS (-15.4, 5.6 %)
Joey- 200, 194, 193, 193, 192, 189 (-11, 5.4%)
Andrea- 178.5, 174, 173, 172.5, 170.5, 168, 169.5 (-9, 5%)
Karen- 186.4, 185, 185, 184, 181.8, 179.6, 177.6 (-8.8, 4.7%)
Shannon- 146, 145.2, 143.4, 141.4, 141.4, 142.2, 141 (-5, 3.4%)
Julie- 216.2, 211.2, 211.4, 210.4, 209.2, 212.2 (-4, 1.9%)
April- 162.6, 162.4, 161.4, 160.2, MIS, 160.2, 161.4 (-1.2, .07%)
Callie- OUT (-2.4, 1.3%)
January Goal Check In
As you remember in January I told everyone about some goals that I have set for myself in the year of 2013. I wanted to explain a little bit and hopefully give you some ideas of your own that you could work on too.
Goal #1 I wanted to implement a new healthy habit into our home starting in January. There was a long time in our adult lives that I have eaten something separate from my family for dinner. My dinner was of course, the perfect example of health, and my kids and hubby--well they got whatever was quick and easy and didn't take additional brain power or time for me to make. This seemed so ok at the time, hypocritical yes--but for where I was physically and mentally it was ok and I had to make work what could work. Now, as I am much stronger and wiser in more ways than one-- I have made it a goal to eat WITH my family. Does that mean they eat every single thing I eat and they every single thing I eat? No, but I am making a consistent effort to make home cooked healthy meals that we all enjoy. I typically wont eat a carb at night, but I still do make them for my family because they need them! Tonight we will have steak, mashed potatoes, salad, and mushrooms. I will actually eat a carb tonight because I cut one from an earlier meal so I could have my fave--yam while they have their fave--mashed. It is important to me to set a good example of health to my kids and I realize that I haven't always done a great job of demonstrating what I have preached. That is done and an old chapter in our family book. Moms eat what they feed kids and kids eat what the parents eat--they may not always love it (Bug went to bed hungry once this week because she wouldn't even try a bite of quinoa fried rice or green beans)--they don't love old fashioned oats with protein powder or eggs with cheese, but every other day they have to pick one of those two things and on the other day they can have their beloved honey bunches of oats.
That goal has made me feel very successful in the field of health, but more so in the field of parenting.
Goal #2 I
I tried something new this month as well. I went swimming three times...once just to goof around after slipping on the ice and hurting my back --with my man, the other time was a bit more serious actually trying to swim a little and the third time I didn't really know what to expect as I showed up with my workout partner Tracy and learned that her real name is "friggin olympic swimmer Tracy" I sent her off on her own to do like 60 some laps of real, swimming--like real strokes. Dude she looked like that Phelps guy, but waaaaay smaller and hotter. And I puttered around doing 32 laps or whatever 1 mile is supposed to be. It was hard. I swam maybe half in my doggy paddling style of swim that I do, and I walked or jogged the other laps or did other things old women would do. It was a good workout and I will do it again in the months to come on my day of cardio only just for something to do different. Not because I am good at it, because I am NOT. And I probably look like an idiot, but it's exercise and I do feel like it is a challenge whatever odd thing I am doing at the moment so it was a win--trying something new.
February is YOGA at my friends studio--The Greening Place. Can't wait to try that out and see if that can be a good compliment to my routine now.
Physical goals- I didn't list this but I do want to maintain my weight below 145 all year, so far so good. I had my body fat tested at 16% and I am very pleased and proud of that number, but I just don't want to be bigger than 145...Id rather sacrifice some muscle and be a little smaller honestly. So for January--I do love my body more and more and become more and more proud of it as I continue to make physical accomplishments working my butt off. It is good to feel strong.
I benched 90lbs for 2 reps today--goal is 120 for 2 reps
I deadlifted 95lbs for 5 sets of 6--goal is 135 for 5 reps
I leg pressed 3 plates on each side for 3 sets of 7--goal is 4 plates for 5 reps
I accomplished a FULL 6 pullups from dead hang, and almost made the 7th so I am estatic about that and 100% certain that I will get 16 by the end of the year.
Sprinted twice this month at 10.5 mph for 1 minute each
Mostly, I enjoyed my workouts. I get lost in them. I have enjoyed my food and I have taught those around me that food is not our enemy. I feel January was a really good month for this fit chick of a mom :)
Goal #1 I wanted to implement a new healthy habit into our home starting in January. There was a long time in our adult lives that I have eaten something separate from my family for dinner. My dinner was of course, the perfect example of health, and my kids and hubby--well they got whatever was quick and easy and didn't take additional brain power or time for me to make. This seemed so ok at the time, hypocritical yes--but for where I was physically and mentally it was ok and I had to make work what could work. Now, as I am much stronger and wiser in more ways than one-- I have made it a goal to eat WITH my family. Does that mean they eat every single thing I eat and they every single thing I eat? No, but I am making a consistent effort to make home cooked healthy meals that we all enjoy. I typically wont eat a carb at night, but I still do make them for my family because they need them! Tonight we will have steak, mashed potatoes, salad, and mushrooms. I will actually eat a carb tonight because I cut one from an earlier meal so I could have my fave--yam while they have their fave--mashed. It is important to me to set a good example of health to my kids and I realize that I haven't always done a great job of demonstrating what I have preached. That is done and an old chapter in our family book. Moms eat what they feed kids and kids eat what the parents eat--they may not always love it (Bug went to bed hungry once this week because she wouldn't even try a bite of quinoa fried rice or green beans)--they don't love old fashioned oats with protein powder or eggs with cheese, but every other day they have to pick one of those two things and on the other day they can have their beloved honey bunches of oats.
That goal has made me feel very successful in the field of health, but more so in the field of parenting.
Goal #2 I
I tried something new this month as well. I went swimming three times...once just to goof around after slipping on the ice and hurting my back --with my man, the other time was a bit more serious actually trying to swim a little and the third time I didn't really know what to expect as I showed up with my workout partner Tracy and learned that her real name is "friggin olympic swimmer Tracy" I sent her off on her own to do like 60 some laps of real, swimming--like real strokes. Dude she looked like that Phelps guy, but waaaaay smaller and hotter. And I puttered around doing 32 laps or whatever 1 mile is supposed to be. It was hard. I swam maybe half in my doggy paddling style of swim that I do, and I walked or jogged the other laps or did other things old women would do. It was a good workout and I will do it again in the months to come on my day of cardio only just for something to do different. Not because I am good at it, because I am NOT. And I probably look like an idiot, but it's exercise and I do feel like it is a challenge whatever odd thing I am doing at the moment so it was a win--trying something new.
February is YOGA at my friends studio--The Greening Place. Can't wait to try that out and see if that can be a good compliment to my routine now.
Physical goals- I didn't list this but I do want to maintain my weight below 145 all year, so far so good. I had my body fat tested at 16% and I am very pleased and proud of that number, but I just don't want to be bigger than 145...Id rather sacrifice some muscle and be a little smaller honestly. So for January--I do love my body more and more and become more and more proud of it as I continue to make physical accomplishments working my butt off. It is good to feel strong.
I benched 90lbs for 2 reps today--goal is 120 for 2 reps
I deadlifted 95lbs for 5 sets of 6--goal is 135 for 5 reps
I leg pressed 3 plates on each side for 3 sets of 7--goal is 4 plates for 5 reps
I accomplished a FULL 6 pullups from dead hang, and almost made the 7th so I am estatic about that and 100% certain that I will get 16 by the end of the year.
Sprinted twice this month at 10.5 mph for 1 minute each
Mostly, I enjoyed my workouts. I get lost in them. I have enjoyed my food and I have taught those around me that food is not our enemy. I feel January was a really good month for this fit chick of a mom :)
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Super Bowl Sunday
It's 4:45 pm in Idaho which means, from what I hear, the Super Bowl started about 15 minutes ago.
Last year, I had been with my dad and step mom and kiddos while my husband worked. We went for a Sunday drive and then went to Idaho Pizza. I didn't eat because I was in competition prep, (and had been for a week-- I thought I'd be getting a cheat meal Super bowl Sunday but, I was wrong and had to make it through a couple of weeks of contest diet before my first cheat came) and so I set through the entire meal without even a lick of pizza. It sorta felt like an out of body experience because I, Teri, had never watched someone eat pizza with out partaking. I love pizza. I remember feeling pretty bad a$$ because I made it the entire day without eating any of the devilish football game food--but secretly really being excited for next year when I could eat like the rest of America does at a stupid football game.
Fast forward to this year. I have learned so much, I am basically a different person living in this body. After contest prep I went a little crazy with food and ate and ate and ate my way to gaining weight, water retention and body fat. It took me several months to really "get real" again and feel like I could breathe and eat normally. As I have come to this new, very happy, very balanced, very healthy place in my life it is interesting that guess what? I am not even watching football today and the worst thing that has crossed my lips was greek yogurt with banana and a few dark chocolate chips in it.
I don't even care about football, I didn't last year either--all I cared about was the fact that I COULDN'T eat pizza, breadsticks, chicken wings, brownies, or chex mix. All I wanted was to be normal in that moment and do what normal people do when they get together--eat high fat, deep fried, sugary food and enjoy it dangit!
I think when we go into these diets where it is all or nothing--or we swear off a certain food group (Fruit is the devil! I can never have carbs!) we set ourselves up for rebound. When, it is hard to tell-- but for most people the time will come (fyi--this doesn't apply to contest prep dieters--you are where you are because you have an end goal in mind and in order to show up and rock that freaking stage like you know you should, you have to do what you have to do for a certain time. I am specifically talking to weight loss/maintenance clients) and unfortunately when it comes--you may not be prepared to handle the stress that comes right beside that rebound.
Since I have become a better Teri, I have not sworn off any foods. I don't even do cheat meals anymore. I honestly just like to eat healthy food, because I have learned to cook and prepare it in a way that I enjoy. I don't feel deprived all week long so I don't go nuts all day Sunday like I used to. I think as long as you are staying steady with food through the week, it is perfectly acceptable to enjoy a treat on the weekend or when your special occasion arises but it doesn't need to be an excuse to bloat yourself up like a jelly fish either. Is your goal specifically to lose weight and get healthier? Why would you risk that with filling your bod full of literally CRAP food? Don't do it. Step away. Seriously.
Do you really want to be normal like everyone else and eat like a typical American eats on Super Bowl Sunday? I don't. I learned a long time ago, when I was trying so hard to just be normal and fit in--that it is highly over rated. I imagine people think I am peculiar in more than one or two ways. I am ok with that. I work extremely hard, I am extremely dedicated to my lifestyle and because of that I feel successful in my life--with my family and with my job. I get to share my experiences and my thoughts with all of you, in hopes that in someway you can relate and feel like you aren't alone--that someone else thinks the same things, or thought the same things or failed at the same exact thing.
Food is not your enemy. It can be a powerful form of medicine and offer healing or it can be a slow silent killer (I totally stole that from the internet somewhere, but you know me...I can't remember where so I am not quoting it..) Food is for fuel, for fun and for health. Every time you eat it doesn't need to be a party in your mouth, especially if you are in the phase of wanting to get extra weight off your body. Get it off, do what it takes, expect it to take time and expect it to suck sometimes--but expect the results to be the bomb dot com and expect to feel like an extremely sexy beast.
Today, if you are starting month 2 of your resolution to be the fittest, healthiest you--and you're feeling left out today because you are eating veggie sticks and chicken breasts, while others are eating wings, cupcakes, and drinking beer--remember that what you are doing is worth the sacrifice. It is worth giving up a few things now for great results in a few months. Food is overrated and I can almost guarantee you anyone who is eating all that crap you are secretly jealous of right now, is probably going to have a belly ache and a guilt hangover tomorrow. Don't be that person.
(If you do indulge today, enjoy it!! Then get your butt to bed on time, wake up in the morning chug some water and get right back up on that healthy horse. Wipe any and all guilt off of your shoulder and move on. It's only food. There are real problems out there that deserve our time and attention--it is ridiculous to feel guilt over something like food--easier said then done sometimes, but do your best. You got this!)
In case you forgot--let me remind you, You're worth it--and you got it handled. Just keep going and only look back to admire how far you have come. One day at a time friends. You go this.
Last year, I had been with my dad and step mom and kiddos while my husband worked. We went for a Sunday drive and then went to Idaho Pizza. I didn't eat because I was in competition prep, (and had been for a week-- I thought I'd be getting a cheat meal Super bowl Sunday but, I was wrong and had to make it through a couple of weeks of contest diet before my first cheat came) and so I set through the entire meal without even a lick of pizza. It sorta felt like an out of body experience because I, Teri, had never watched someone eat pizza with out partaking. I love pizza. I remember feeling pretty bad a$$ because I made it the entire day without eating any of the devilish football game food--but secretly really being excited for next year when I could eat like the rest of America does at a stupid football game.
Fast forward to this year. I have learned so much, I am basically a different person living in this body. After contest prep I went a little crazy with food and ate and ate and ate my way to gaining weight, water retention and body fat. It took me several months to really "get real" again and feel like I could breathe and eat normally. As I have come to this new, very happy, very balanced, very healthy place in my life it is interesting that guess what? I am not even watching football today and the worst thing that has crossed my lips was greek yogurt with banana and a few dark chocolate chips in it.
I don't even care about football, I didn't last year either--all I cared about was the fact that I COULDN'T eat pizza, breadsticks, chicken wings, brownies, or chex mix. All I wanted was to be normal in that moment and do what normal people do when they get together--eat high fat, deep fried, sugary food and enjoy it dangit!
I think when we go into these diets where it is all or nothing--or we swear off a certain food group (Fruit is the devil! I can never have carbs!) we set ourselves up for rebound. When, it is hard to tell-- but for most people the time will come (fyi--this doesn't apply to contest prep dieters--you are where you are because you have an end goal in mind and in order to show up and rock that freaking stage like you know you should, you have to do what you have to do for a certain time. I am specifically talking to weight loss/maintenance clients) and unfortunately when it comes--you may not be prepared to handle the stress that comes right beside that rebound.
Since I have become a better Teri, I have not sworn off any foods. I don't even do cheat meals anymore. I honestly just like to eat healthy food, because I have learned to cook and prepare it in a way that I enjoy. I don't feel deprived all week long so I don't go nuts all day Sunday like I used to. I think as long as you are staying steady with food through the week, it is perfectly acceptable to enjoy a treat on the weekend or when your special occasion arises but it doesn't need to be an excuse to bloat yourself up like a jelly fish either. Is your goal specifically to lose weight and get healthier? Why would you risk that with filling your bod full of literally CRAP food? Don't do it. Step away. Seriously.
Do you really want to be normal like everyone else and eat like a typical American eats on Super Bowl Sunday? I don't. I learned a long time ago, when I was trying so hard to just be normal and fit in--that it is highly over rated. I imagine people think I am peculiar in more than one or two ways. I am ok with that. I work extremely hard, I am extremely dedicated to my lifestyle and because of that I feel successful in my life--with my family and with my job. I get to share my experiences and my thoughts with all of you, in hopes that in someway you can relate and feel like you aren't alone--that someone else thinks the same things, or thought the same things or failed at the same exact thing.
Food is not your enemy. It can be a powerful form of medicine and offer healing or it can be a slow silent killer (I totally stole that from the internet somewhere, but you know me...I can't remember where so I am not quoting it..) Food is for fuel, for fun and for health. Every time you eat it doesn't need to be a party in your mouth, especially if you are in the phase of wanting to get extra weight off your body. Get it off, do what it takes, expect it to take time and expect it to suck sometimes--but expect the results to be the bomb dot com and expect to feel like an extremely sexy beast.
Today, if you are starting month 2 of your resolution to be the fittest, healthiest you--and you're feeling left out today because you are eating veggie sticks and chicken breasts, while others are eating wings, cupcakes, and drinking beer--remember that what you are doing is worth the sacrifice. It is worth giving up a few things now for great results in a few months. Food is overrated and I can almost guarantee you anyone who is eating all that crap you are secretly jealous of right now, is probably going to have a belly ache and a guilt hangover tomorrow. Don't be that person.
(If you do indulge today, enjoy it!! Then get your butt to bed on time, wake up in the morning chug some water and get right back up on that healthy horse. Wipe any and all guilt off of your shoulder and move on. It's only food. There are real problems out there that deserve our time and attention--it is ridiculous to feel guilt over something like food--easier said then done sometimes, but do your best. You got this!)
In case you forgot--let me remind you, You're worth it--and you got it handled. Just keep going and only look back to admire how far you have come. One day at a time friends. You go this.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Ramblings of the Fit Chick Mom
I am just going to be honest here, and random too. So, if that seems like more than you want to handle from this girl today--probably just skip down to the results post and then check back with me later because I do have a few great posts coming your way.
The first thing that is on my mind is this. This week has been crazy friggin busy. I have worked 4 nights, I have forgotten a birthday party and ballet for my daughter. She has been sick with a horrendous ear infection My son woke up sick this morning with a cough. My husband has been working like crazy and we have been juggling and juggling and I am at the point where I am like "holy crap how do mom's do this?"
I am so glad my hubby is on board with me being a stay at home mom because it is important to me to raise and teach our children, just as it is important to me to be spiritual and find time to have moments of peace and calmness that seem few and far between right now. I am super busy with clients right now and it is so great because I am making a little money and enjoying what I go to work to do. It is just important I find a balance and cut back where I can to make sure I am doing the things I love and want to do, the best that I possibly can. I am making progress
Second thing on my mind-- it is TOM at my house. Like next week, but for some reason I am bloated and even though I know I am bloated I got on the scale and it said 144 instead of the 140-142 that it always says and I am happy with. This stupid number on the scale is 2 days after Jon tested my body fat at 16%, so that is a really awesome number and one I am truly proud of and content with. Even with that being said 144 freaks me out and annoys me and makes me second guess everything I am eating and doing for exercise. I am a freaking trainer for heaven's sake. I know I am doing what is right but I am litterally stressing over 2 lbs. 2 LBS?! That's so stupid. Just thought you should know you aren't alone and I do it too.
Third thing I am thinking is that I had a client want to quit on me this week after only a couple of weeks on my plan. Ok, I get it. We all want to be skinny like, tomorrow. But "anyone who tries to sell you a quick fix is a freaking liar or has no back bone"--in the words of Pauline Nordin of Fighter Diet. So true. Holy crap!! You can not want to quit after two weeks. You have to give yourself 3 months of consistency to start really getting those results you want. If it were over night, the whole freaking world would be cut up and jacked or super skinny or whatever freaking size they want to be. It doesn't work that way--it never did and it never will. So cut you and me some slack and just be consistent and patient. You didn't get to the weight you are at now overnight--so don't expect to get to your ideal weight overnight. Just imagine if you keep going for the next 12 months, imagine how different your body will look in one year. Mine just keeps getting better and better with time baby. Your's will too.
Fourth thing. I can't think of it and the babies woke up from nap time so now I am officially off the clock til Monday morning at 7 am, with the exception of two meal plans that I will write at bed time tonight. Happy Weekend friends!
The first thing that is on my mind is this. This week has been crazy friggin busy. I have worked 4 nights, I have forgotten a birthday party and ballet for my daughter. She has been sick with a horrendous ear infection My son woke up sick this morning with a cough. My husband has been working like crazy and we have been juggling and juggling and I am at the point where I am like "holy crap how do mom's do this?"
I am so glad my hubby is on board with me being a stay at home mom because it is important to me to raise and teach our children, just as it is important to me to be spiritual and find time to have moments of peace and calmness that seem few and far between right now. I am super busy with clients right now and it is so great because I am making a little money and enjoying what I go to work to do. It is just important I find a balance and cut back where I can to make sure I am doing the things I love and want to do, the best that I possibly can. I am making progress
Second thing on my mind-- it is TOM at my house. Like next week, but for some reason I am bloated and even though I know I am bloated I got on the scale and it said 144 instead of the 140-142 that it always says and I am happy with. This stupid number on the scale is 2 days after Jon tested my body fat at 16%, so that is a really awesome number and one I am truly proud of and content with. Even with that being said 144 freaks me out and annoys me and makes me second guess everything I am eating and doing for exercise. I am a freaking trainer for heaven's sake. I know I am doing what is right but I am litterally stressing over 2 lbs. 2 LBS?! That's so stupid. Just thought you should know you aren't alone and I do it too.
Third thing I am thinking is that I had a client want to quit on me this week after only a couple of weeks on my plan. Ok, I get it. We all want to be skinny like, tomorrow. But "anyone who tries to sell you a quick fix is a freaking liar or has no back bone"--in the words of Pauline Nordin of Fighter Diet. So true. Holy crap!! You can not want to quit after two weeks. You have to give yourself 3 months of consistency to start really getting those results you want. If it were over night, the whole freaking world would be cut up and jacked or super skinny or whatever freaking size they want to be. It doesn't work that way--it never did and it never will. So cut you and me some slack and just be consistent and patient. You didn't get to the weight you are at now overnight--so don't expect to get to your ideal weight overnight. Just imagine if you keep going for the next 12 months, imagine how different your body will look in one year. Mine just keeps getting better and better with time baby. Your's will too.
Fourth thing. I can't think of it and the babies woke up from nap time so now I am officially off the clock til Monday morning at 7 am, with the exception of two meal plans that I will write at bed time tonight. Happy Weekend friends!
Month Two
Laura- 150.6, 152, 149, 143, 139, 137 (-13.6, 9%)
Eranda- 163.4, 157.4, 155, 153.4, 150.2, 148. 8 (-14.6, 8.9%)
Amanda- 181.2, 172.6, 172.2, 170.8, 170.6, 169.8 (,-11.4, 6.3%)
BY-217.6, 214.5, 212.5, 207.9, 205.9, 205.5 ( -12.1, 5.6%)
Andrea- 178.5, 174, 173, 172.5, 170.5, 168 (-10.5, 5.6%)
Matt- 273.6, 270.8, 261, 270, 266, 258.2 (-15.4, 5.6 %)
Brecca- 186, 184.4, 180.8, 182.4, 179.6, 176.2 (-9.8, 5.3%)
Joey- 200, 194, 193, 193, 192 (-8, 4%)
Julie- 216.2, 211.2, 211.4, 210.4, 209.2 (-7, 3.2%)
Karen- 186.4, 185, 185, 184, 181.8, 179.6 (-6.8, 3.7%)
Shannon- 146, 145.2, 143.4, 141.4, 141.4, 142.2 (-3.8, 2.6%)
April- 162.6, 162.4, 161.4, 160.2, MIS, 160.2 (-2.4, 1.5%)
Callie- OUT (-2.4, 1.3%)
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