Confession and Penance

OK, first the confession: my plan to join in on the morning fitness scheduled at Blissdom? Didn’t happen. I have no one to blame by myself for that, too.

The first morning, I mistakenly set my alarm for PM instead of AM, so it didn’t go off and my body took full advantage of the extra sleep. The second morning, I was feeling unwell after a night full of rich foods and way too much wine, so I chose to sleep in and rest my poor angry stomach.

In my defense, I do work third shift, so mornings are usually the worst time ever to ask me to be awake.

The good news is that despite the lack of formal exercise, and despite being surrounded by a non-stop array of delicious foods (Blue Bunny ice cream! Lobster bisque from Red Lobster!) I didn’t gain a pound while in Nashville. I did eat plenty of good food, but the Gaylord Opryland is practically a city within itself, so you have to walk a mile to get anywhere. I may not have been in a group fitness class, but I logged a lot of distance in my shoes!

But this week, oh, I’m gonna be served some serious penance. You see, last month Groupon ran a special for a 6 week bootcamp program offered by Body by Todd here in Columbus. It includes two 1-hour sessions a week, with the promise of serious results if you stick with the program. The deal was too good to pass up (seriously, it was like 90% off the usual price!), so I bought it.

On Saturday I went for my “fitness evaluation” which was really more an orientation of the facility and how they operate. It was a little frightening. I mean, the facility is very nice, and the trainers seem dedicated to helping people reach their goals, but it sounds…hard.

Everyone has to bring a Gatorade to their first three sessions in case we feel any nausea and need to get our blood sugar up right away. We also bring our own towels and were told that we will be dripping with sweat. Wet with sweat and a threat of vomiting – sounds like lots of fun, right?

I’m aware this will be hard. However, I rarely make enough time to take care of myself, choosing instead to let other things get in the way of my needs. For the next 12 weeks (I bought 2 of the Groupons), I have two classes that I’m scheduled to attend, and I will attend them because I’ve paid for them and won’t let that money go to waste. At the bare minimum I will have two hard workouts each week, with the hopes that I’ll squeeze in some workouts at home in addition.

And during the fitness evaluation, the trainer was reviewing my materials and saw my goal weight listed. My weigh-in weight was 181, and I wrote 155 as my goal weight. She looked me up and down for a moment, then said, “Hmm, you want to get to 155? Well, I’m going to list your goal weight as 155-162. At 155, you’ll be SKINNY!”

I nearly laughed. 155 is considered the top of the “normal” BMI range for my height. I’ve always seen it as my “wouldn’t it be nice, but not dreaming too big” goal, because I figured I’d still be heavy at that weight, just not quite as bad. Hearing her say I’d be skinny at 155 made me feel really good about that goal, or even getting near it.

I’ll report back after my torture tonight – it’s my first bootcamp session. Here’s hoping I don’t vomit or pass out!



Dedication While Away

Keeping up a workout routine and good eating habits is hard enough when you’re in your normal environment of home and work. You can select what foods you bring to work. You know when you have free time to work out. You select what foods go in your cart at the grocery.

But when you’re away from home at a conference or on vacation? All bets are usually off.

Not this time.

I’m leaving this morning for Blissdom, and not only am I excited about attending the conference again, meeting up with great friends and having a fantastic time in the Gaylord Opryland Biodome, I’ve also signed up for morning fitness sessions.

Say what?

Yes. I’m going to get up way too early – ON PURPOSE – and drag my (likely) underslept self out of my room to exercise. Willingly. Twice.

Maybe this has become a lifestyle change? Or maybe I just want to get in a good workout to justify the extra calories I will be consuming while at the conference? Either way, I’m going to make sure I’m at each workout to ensure I don’t completely derail my progress in one trip.

I just hope I don’t look too bad when I’m red-faced and gasping for air in my frayed workout gear.



Remember Me?

Hi. Oh, yeah, I did have a fitness blog here, didn’t I? Whoops.

OK, brutal honesty: December sucked. I didn’t exercise, I didn’t watch what I ate, and I certainly didn’t step on the scale. I ate with reckless abandon, enjoying all of the baked goods of the season gleefully. As the holidays got closer and free time was shorter, fast food became a staple as well.

And then it was the week after Christmas and I stepped on the scale. Ouch. I gained five pounds back.

So here we are, January, the month of fresh new starts, and I’m once again completely serious about losing weight. I’m using the Lose It app to track my eating, keeping myself under my calorie goal each day. I’m also relying on Healthy Choice meals once a day – they really help me feel full without the excessive calories. After a week of tracking, I think I’m getting good at remembering just how big an appropriate portion size is – turns out those pints of ice cream are not individual servings. And my stomach, while still grumbling a little at the changes, is adjusting to less food and shrinking to meet my current needs.

Exercise is a little tougher to control. I’m getting over a cold and still so very tired. My third-shift work hours don’t help this, either. I’m lucky to get 6 or 7 hours of sleep on a really good day, and when given the choice to exercise or get more sleep, I tend to choose sleep. But I’m trying to fit it in where I can. Last week I did an exercise DVD on Monday, and then went to the gym to run on Friday. Baby steps, right? Sadly, we still have a lot of snow and ice outside, so I don’t feel comfortable running outside yet. A treadmill at the house would be a wonderful thing to have, but I doubt we have any room for a treadmill at the moment.

After only a week or so of making active healthy choices, I’ve already been rewarded with a three pound weight loss. I know it won’t continue to go that fast, but it felt good to be a little bit closer to my lowest weight before I gave in to the season of gingerbread and buttercream frosting. As of my last weigh-in, I’m at 179.2 pounds.

Somehow I’m going to find the motivation to keep this momentum going. I want to be healthy. I want more energy. And I want to look stunning by summer. (Or hot by BlogHer, if you prefer.)



March of Dimes Night Moves 5K Results

After the BlogHer 5K, I knew I needed to sign up for another 5K to keep me motivated or I’d simply stop exercising like I did a year ago.

I signed up for the March of Dimes Night Moves 5K for a few reasons. First, it benefits March of Dimes, a charity I have always supported. Second, it was at night, and since I work third shift I tend to do better running on a nocturnal schedule.

A few weeks ago I suffered a back injury that made it difficult to run for a little while. My training slowed as a result and I continued to be stuck at 25 minutes of running max. Last week I did manage one 28 minute run, but only to avoid social interactions. So I knew going into this race that it was nearly certain I’d be walking for part of it. My motto was “Just don’t finish last.”

Friday night the area around Front Street was packed with people, and I immediately felt excited when I walked into the plaza and saw the crowd. After I picked up my shirt and goody bag, I changed into my shirt and began stretching for the race.

Pre-race posing

Shortly after that, Brooke found me. She left a comment here last week saying she would be running this 5K as well, and I told her I hoped she would come find me. Thankfully she did and I quickly made a new blog pal! We talked about how neither of us had run a full 5K, and decided we’d run together. I warned her I was slow and gave her full permission to leave me in the dust if I started walking. (To be fair, she gave me the same permission, but I thought it doubtful that she would be slower than me.)

We cheered on the 5-mile racers as they started before the 5K runners, and then took our place in the pack. The run started on a hill – going up, of course – but the crowd was buzzing with excitement and as we started running I watched as other people darted around us. I was determined to keep it slow and steady, though, and not overdo it at the beginning. Brooke was kind enough to slow down and stay with me.

Everything felt great for the first mile or so. I fell into a good breathing pattern, and even managed to pass a few people who were already walking.

The second mile was harder, though. I started to reach the threshold of my running limits, and felt that sharp ache in my side. I tried altering my breathing to force it to go away, and it would help for awhile, but then it came back again. I could now start to hear my breathing over my music. My right shoulder started to hurt, too. The urge to walk was becoming stronger, but Brooke was still running, so I was determined to stay with her.

The last mile – especially the last half mile – was pain, pure and simple. My side hurt, my shoulder hurt, my lungs burned, and I felt like I was going to throw up. When we made the final turn towards the finish line, I wondered if I could make it or not. On one hand, I could see the finish line way up ahead, so it seemed silly to stop running now when I was so close. On the other hand, panic was beginning to set in and I wondered if I’d black out before I made it to the finish line. I could easily hear my breathing over the music now, which meant people a quarter mile away could likely hear it as well. I sounded like I was drowning in my own mucous.

With the finish line only a few blocks away, I made my mind up to finish this damn race running. Of course, that then meant I had to convince my body to go along with what my mind decided. I’m sure I was grunting at this point as I had to mentally force my feet to keep moving, force my arms to keep swinging, and force my body to move forward. I know I was swearing at myself to keep going.

And then at 41 minutes and 4 seconds, I crossed the finish line. Running. I didn’t plan this accomplishment – I thought myself several weeks away from graduating from the couch to 5K program. Yet there it was: I ran an entire 5K.

How did I feel after the run? Mostly happy that it was over, honestly. I had to sit down and suck in some air for a little while to feel OK again, and my legs still felt wobbly for the rest of the night.

Me & Brooke, post-race. I’m impressed I’m standing.

I woke up the next day feeling like I’d been hit by a car. Everything hurt – especially my back and sides. I guess my next goal will be to work on relaxing while running so I’m not so tense.

Big thanks to Brooke for running with me – I strongly doubt I would’ve kept running without seeing her still running beside me.

Up next? Well, I want to keep working on my distance, as I doubt I’ll be able to repeat that 5K in my own neighborhood with no one running next to me and no race to participate in. So I’ll go back to C25K and keep slowly working up my time. I might start working some intervals back in as well, trying to increase my speed just a wee bit.

And I’ve already selected my next 5K – the Fright Night 5K in October. Nothing like running through a haunted graveyard and woods at night to keep you moving! 

Believe me, folks – if I can do this, you can, too. I used to be the lump on the couch, the woman circling the parking lot for 10 minutes to get the slightly closer parking spot. It’s not easy, but it is possible.



No Pain, No Gain

I grew up always hearing the phrase, “No pain, no gain!” It was often repeated by my various burly gym teachers, and we were taught to believe that when it came to physical fitness, a little pain was to be expected.

And then as I reached adulthood, that saying was declared a myth by many experts. Oh, fitness shouldn’t be difficult, they said in soothing voices, fitness can be achieved with minimal effort! They offered lists of tips for easy weight loss that were promoted in every women’s magazine – actions that would supposedly add up fast without even noticing. Take the stairs instead of the elevator! Park further back in the parking lot! Walk a little more! It sounded too good to be true.

It is too good to be true.

“No pain, no gain” is not a myth, and anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

I’m going to be totally honest with you, and this is coming from someone who has gained and lost A LOT of weight over the years. Getting in shape, and remaining fit, takes a lot of effort, a lot of sweat, and probably a decent amount of minor pain, too.

Note: I’m not talking about being “skinny” here. Some people are born with amazingly fast metabolisms and it really is no effort for them to remain thin. Yes, I’m jealous. But it’s very possible to be thin and unfit. Heart disease, malnutrition, poor bone density and low muscle tone are not limited to the overweight or elderly.

Our bodies are brilliantly designed to be fat. Thousands of years of evolution have created a body that works very hard to be efficient with every calorie. Modern society may have created the deep-fried Twinkie, supermarkets with abundant calorie-laden foods and drive-thrus on every other corner, but our bodies are still convinced that our food supply might run out at any minute.

It’s why our bodies store fat instead of using only what is needed and getting rid of the remainder in the toilet. Our bodies are preparing for a famine, and would really prefer if we didn’t have to move around so much to make it easier to store up energy for when we’re out of food. Or when we need the energy to run for our lives from something trying to eat us.

Modern society has also proven Newton’s First Law that a body at rest tends to remain at rest. Inertia is a bitch. Recliners, cushy sofas, TV, video games – they all contribute to keeping us at rest. I love my technology as much as the next geek, but just like our food supply, technology has advanced faster than evolution so that the bulk of our work doesn’t require physical labor.

Washing machines and dryers take care of our clothing for us, cars take us between locations, and a large number of workers push a computer mouse instead of a plow or heavy machinery. The day they invent the self-propelled grocery cart is the day my ass gains another inch. (Oh, but wait! I can order my groceries online and have them delivered to my door now!)

BUT! – and here’s the good news you won’t find in a “Lose Weight While You Sleep!” article in some trash magazine – our bodies are also brilliantly designed to adapt to physical stress. We all have amazing athletes hiding inside of us. The human body will re-form itself to meet the challenges around it. Even late in life, the body can still build muscle. The heart can fine-tune its performance to work better. The lungs can be taught to more effectively handle the oxygen exchange. And our brains can learn new patterns of behavior.

OK, now for the bad news: in order to become fit, we have to fight on two fronts. First, we have to fight against the body’s desire to remain at rest. And second, we have to fight the society we have built that encourages us to stay inactive.

The worse news: there will be pain.

It’s impossible to tell someone that they can improve their health and get fit with no pain. I’ve tried practically every “easy” way to lose weight and shape up, and I can tell you they don’t work. Sure, there are pills to lower your cholesterol, lower your blood pressure, make you lose weight, and even help men get an erection. But those pills can’t do all the work for you.

If you want to improve your cardiovascular health, you have to exercise, and it has to be enough to put stress on your system. Stressing your system is not comfortable: your heart pounds, your lungs ache from needing more oxygen to meet the increased demand, your muscles feel weak, you may even feel lightheaded. BUT THAT’S HOW YOUR BODY CHANGES.

If it were easy, your body wouldn’t need to adapt, because it can handle what you’re throwing at it just fine, thank you.

It’s when you’re suddenly running down the street – when you’ve only ever walked before now – that your body is all WTF? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HEY, STOP THAT, I CAN’T KEEP UP! Whether it’s a little bit of stress or a lot, the body is still injured. Lactic acid builds up in your body from this new exercise, small tears are created in your muscles from working them harder than normal, and your brain then has to figure out what the hell just happened and how to keep it from happening again.

This often hurts, at least a little. The amount of microdamage you do to your body will determine how much it hurts, but you will likely ache. (Note: sharp or severe pain is NOT a good pain – don’t aim for that!) A good ache, though, tells you that you pushed your body outside of its comfort zone, and now it is forced to react.

So your body works to clear the lactic acid out of your system. Nutrients in your food are converted and put to work mending the torn muscle fibers and refilling glycogen stores. But your body is smart – if your exercise caused this damage, then by god it’s going to build a better muscle to prevent this from happening again should you need to run down the street sometime soon. So it repairs the damage and adds an extra layer of amino acid mortar and muscle fiber, just to be safe.

You blow down the straw house, the body builds one of sticks. You knock down the stick house, it goes to bricks. You tear through the bricks, it builds a double wall of bricks with a steel door and a guard dog with an attitude waiting inside. (Wait, I just lost my Three Little Pigs analogy. Well, you get the idea.)

And that’s how it works. You continue gradually pushing your body outside of its comfort zone, and it changes and adapts, hoping you’ll cut it out and stop making it work so damn hard. Eventually you reach your ideal level of fitness, and you need only maintain at that point. But remember that given the choice, your body would love to snack on those deep fried Twinkies and watch TV in the recliner all day. If it thinks it no longer needs that extra muscle, it’ll get rid of it, since muscle requires a lot of energy to maintain.

Your work is not over. There’s one more type of pain you have to endure: mental pain. It’s hard to force yourself to change your habits when the way you’ve done things before is so much easier and more pleasant. I’m still fighting it on a daily basis. I feel that twinge of sadness as I eat my broccoli, knowing a pint of ice cream would taste even better. Convincing myself to go for a run – which will make me sweat and ache – takes a lot of mental effort when my couch is so damn comfy.

But like physical activity, the more effort you put into forcing your brain to see things differently, the more it adapts and adjusts as well. There can be a new normal, and you can even be happy with that new normal. And once again the brain is smart – when you exercise hard and create that microdamage to your system, your body immediately releases endorphins to help you forget the ache, making you feel good.

It’s why exercise is now being prescribed to fight depression. You exercise, and then your body produces natural antidepressants/painkillers as a reward to distract you while it repairs the damage.

So I hate to shatter the myth created by the fitness industry that getting fit can be effortless, but the truth is: no pain, no gain. Sure, that slogan won’t sell DVDs or workout gear to people who are thinking about starting a fitness program, and I understand that. But I’m not selling anything, and feel like it’s time to be honest with people. It’s one reason I love shows like The Biggest Loser – the contestants lose a lot of weight, but they also don’t pretend that it’s ever easy.

I’ve weighed 250 lbs at my highest weight. I currently weigh 181 lbs. I work full time, parent two young children, and have a thousand other responsibilities. But I carve 35 minutes into my schedule to work out. Until this year, I never could have run the length of a city block without being winded. I’m now running for 25 minutes straight. I used to polish off a large Big Mac value meal and still have room for dessert. I now eat half of a Chipotle burrito bowl for dinner – loaded with lots of lean protein and veggies – and save the other half for another meal.

I have endured a lot of pain getting to where I am now, and I know there is more to come. It’s still a struggle to convince myself to exercise and eat right. But I also love how great I feel after a run, I love that I can play with my kids without being winded, and I’m thrilled at the changes I see when I look in the mirror.

It’s not all pain and sacrifice – I still eat comfort foods (just not every meal), and I still have days where I enjoy lounging on the couch. It’s all in moderation now, both the indulgence and the sacrifice, and I find that some sacrifices actually become indulgences as my way of thinking changes. I know the little bit of discomfort I’m going through now will help me avoid a lot more pain down the road, and hopefully will add years to my life.

I’m the average overweight American, and I’ve failed at all of the “easy” ways. But the hard way is working, and if it works for me, it can work for you, too. Surround yourself with supporters who know this will be difficult, who won’t try to tempt you with suggestions of an easier way. And get ready to face your greatest obstacle blocking your success: yourself.

I know my opinion is unpopular, and I guess that’s why I’m stating it here instead of trying to sell it. But join me in accepting “no pain, no gain” and I know you’ll improve your health and fitness.

Don’t fall for the hype. There is no easy way. You have to work hard to make your body work for you.

Full disclosure: Results ARE typical when you follow a plan of regular, moderately strenuous exercise and healthy eating.

However, just because I’m a nurse, don’t consider the above to be medical advice. Always check with your doctor when beginning any fitness program.