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No Peeking

Posted: July 13, 2015 by By The Numb3rs (BTN LLC) in Before and After, Body Image, Dumbbells, Exercise, Manic Monday, Uncategorized

2013-11-02 14.31.46Could you go an entire month with no peeking?

If there is one thing most women can’t stand it’s the number on the scale. Although I’ve never been a scale person (I don’t have one in my home), I know I’ve gained a little bit over the past year or so. So in gearing up again with my personal trainer, I asked him if we could do measurements before our session today. This included the scale – and his has always shown more than my physician’s office.

He did weight first, I did not look at the scale. Do you know how HARD that was? Gets better. He did measurements and pictures. I have no idea what the measurements are, and I already know what I look like.

Cuz I know you’re dying to know:

Circuit 1:

Deck of Cards:
Diamonds = 5 burpees
Spades = 15 squats
Clubs = 10 curl & press w/dumbells
Hearts = 30 second plank

You have 20 minutes to draw as many cards from the deck and do the exercise that corresponds to the above suits. No breaks. Here’s mine:

14 cards drawn (average is 20):
75 squats
1 minute planks
15 curl & press
45 burpees (modified)

Circuit 2:

5lb Dumbbells:
15 side raises x 3
15 half Arnolds x 3
15 front raises x 3
15 full Arnolds & press x 3

Circuit 3:

12lb Dumbbells:
15 curls x 3
15 tricep press x 3
15 hammer curls x 3
Pushups? Total Fail.

I follow several fitness bloggers, my favorite being Steve & Bonnie Pfiester and their BCX Boot Camp page and LiveExercise program (um…no…really…I’m not a stalker). They have honest, practical, in-your-face content I just suck up.

Not to be confused with “suck it up” – that’s later.

Bonnie’s latest blog is about Celebrity Bodies, before and afters, what’s normal, etc. In her post she talks about what her weight typically looks like, what it looks like when she preps for photo shoots, and when staying a bit leaner. Bonnie also mentioned she’s been a bit more than her leanest weight, what makes her feel, miserable, and what twenty pounds more feels like.

I don’t want to quote her entire post. What I do want to quote is this: “We all have that weight where we feel our best, and mine is (go read the blog). That is a weight I feel good at, and I feel like I can maintain without being miserable.”

This is a frigging fantastic comment and one I cannot comfortably say. For while I’m incredibly happy I do not stare at numbers which loom slightly under the 400lb mark any longer (I still can’t wrap my head around that, I am not happy where I’m currently at – which is still another 55-60 pounds from my goal weight.

My goal isn’t out of reach. I know all I have to do is get off the lazy truck and do what I know I’m supposed to be doing. I have a lot of motivation: my friend Jill who weighed just ten pounds more than I did when we both embarked on our weight loss journeys (she threw herself into the gym – and that is an understatement!). My #1 Jesus Mum – Debi – who’s healthy as a little horse (seriously…”You’re not the boss of me”…totally takes on a whole new meaning) – she has mysteriously high cholesterol and sports several heart stints. I have online pals who follow my weight loss antics (okay…some are downright hysterical…I fall off stuff really well).

I have women in my life who when we do workout together, it’s a blast. It’s really infrequent. I get discouraged because we’ve had discussions on “Yah! This’ll be great!”. Commitment is an issue…and then my commitment to myself becomes an issue. I know it’s an excuse. I can’t tell you how challenging and fun it is to workout with someone. Working out alone is…alone. Dumb excuse.

Life check. What the heck AM I doing here???

For those of you on the post-op wagon who got off track, those friends who run when I invite them to play at the park, the other friends who’ve opened the weight loss door of discussion then flee like a warehouse fire erupted when I hold you to it: all in or all out? Longevity of life to chase nieces, nephews, grand-kids, spouses, Minions, new cute little man-babies (okay…I really, really, really like Beckham) do a pull-up.

I want to continue to be amazed at the little stuff: I can put another half of me in an airplane seat – where I use to spill over into the next one. I can cross my legs…like…all the time. I’ve been in the bathroom twice on the plane – to pee – but I can walk in without turning sideways…or knocking the toilet paper into vortex below.

Personally: I’m either 100% in or I’m 100% out. My health, though vastly improved, is not optimal. Physically – if I don’t get the remaining weight off I’m in for a real headache. Knee replacements are on the horizon, and one will have to be in the next 12-18 months. My back hurts where my spine curves. The added weight doesn’t help. My butt bounces when I run (I need a butt-bra). I want to do Cross Fit (I can do most of the stuff). I’d KILL to get up to the top of a muscle rope – right now I can’t even pull my body weight over a bar.

Time to get off truck of lazy and focus on making my life matter. Not just in the Jesus realm, in the physical too!

 

Sneaker Porn Diaries

A Fraction of my Sneaker Porn Collection

I didn’t intentionally set out to have a zillion pair of sneakers out on the porch (technically more sneakers could be found in a bin, in a box over in the storage closet, in a plastic garbage bag, or in a New Balance box which presently doubles as a door stop device). The sneaker pile is a daily reminder I no longer weigh 360ish pounds…

33inches (and a carpet)

McChubby v McSassy

McChubby v McSassy

I am not a scale person. Although I own a scale (second ever – the first one broke when I slid it across the kitchen floor last year), I do not stand on it six thousand times a day. Maybe two or three times a month.

Today I stood on it and it read I had lost 15lbs. I was SUPER STOKED. But…I had an inner child screaming: move the scale! move the scale! So…I moved the scale. Three inches.

Damn thing said I weighed 15lbs more than I did three inches earlier!

Never did I want to whip an object out of the window quite as desperately as I wanted to at 7:30 this morning.

I don’t know how other women do it. I read posts and stories online all the time about how so-and-so weighs three pounds more now than they did two hours ago; a few post what the scale reflects after they…um…you know…”go”; others on and off and on and off an on and off. Good God. I never hear about guys doing that…do guys do that??

So…I shoved the stupid, effing Square of Despair back in the corner next to the laundry bin and hopped in the shower (Gonna wash that scale right outta my hair). I usually feel better after a long hot shower. Wasn’t the case this morning, I was incredibly bothered by the entire episode – all three inches of it.

Then there’s the whole clothing issue. I’ve got one pair of jeans I wear on a regular basis, the others are too big. I can’t seem to get rid of them because…well…what if…(tends to play out like a Rodgers & Hammerstein musical). My friend, Anne, pointed out two weeks ago this particular pair of jeans were too big. I had a pair of jeans hidden in a drawer – well, actually I had TWO pair of hidden jeans. The second pair are skinny jeans. I can’t wear them in public. I just laugh and laugh and laugh. I pulled the non-skinny jeans.

I about died. I got one leg in and didn’t get the “we’re too tight, not going up” message, got the other leg in with the same result. After I got them up I stared at myself in the mirror, found a tank top and whipped out my iPhone.

This is when I started my weight loss journey:

When I Began

Before & After – 2 years apart

15 months apart

faceplantWhether it be online or in conversation – I see & hear this statement a lot: “I’ve fallen off the wagon and I can’t get back up to work out…what do I do?” Well, my first answer is (and always will be) – get thy ass offeth thy couch.

My top weight was well over 360 pounds. One year my adorable little doctor with the starch-pressed tie told me I had gained 50lbs in five months. My orthopedist offered to write me a letter for weight loss surgery. I was so offended with both men that when I got home I parked myself on the couch with half a gallon of Moose Tracks ice cream (followed up with an entire tray of Stouffers Mac & Cheese – the family sized box). Showed them, I did.

Fact was, they were right and I was obstinate. Even for a good three months after weight loss surgery I was obstinate. I fully expected to do…nothing…and one day I’d just wake up skinny (say it with gay flare). My trigger to get up and move was pulled by my weight loss doctor, who would not stop nagging pestering me about exercise and what the benefits were. Since I was already a know-it-all about multiple addictions, technology, and of course being fat, I immediately considered myself the know-it-all about exercise, too (well, now I am!).

My very first session with my trainer ended with two very rug burned arms from holding a plank (I think it was 10 seconds), and utter humiliation. My stomach touched the floor when I did push-ups…in front of a bunch of bulged bicep-ed hot guys. There I was, on the floor like a fat piglet. I didn’t want to return. Ever. But…I had paid him, and I couldn’t go back to another follow-up appointment with “Well, I did…then I stopped…and I couldn’t get going because [insert all the excuses of the world here].”

It is very easy to fall into old patterns after a period of weight loss. A “break” turns into a “vacation” which turns into a “season” which turns into “what the heck just happened” which triggers a whole mess of other stuff that jumbles the brain. Ultimately, you sit on the couch and list out all the excuses reasons why you haven’t been motivated. Flip the TV on. Grab a snack. Maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow turns into a “vacation”…

I’m going to say this again because it needs to be said: Get up and move! All the whining in the world will not change the situation, neither will a continuation of stagnation. I’ve done it, it’s hard (and my face is plastered four times on two sides of someone’s car advertisement), the cost is pretty high. From RCW (remote control withdrawal), to OMGWHIDTM (oh my gawsh what have I done to myself!), to BMSIO (but my show is on).

Get up off the sidewalk from a proverbial weight loss face flop. It doesn’t require two hours a day in the gym. Just requires an active participant. Get up and GO! It really is that easy.

At the urging of a friend, I sent a letter to my PCP and weight loss doctor that shared about my weight loss journey since I had been a patient. The letter was to thank them and also to ask for their consideration in sponsoring me for the OH Conference in October (I will post about that later this week). I received a an unexpected item in the mail this afternoon, with the note below.

In response to today’s Daily Prompt

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Boot Camp Trainee: Before

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Boot Camp Trainee: After

 

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