Everybody keeps telling me that eventually I’ll get addicted to going to the gym nearly 18 months down the line and I’m still waiting.. I’m three or four weeks into my healthy eating now .. And quite frankly every day is a battle between eating healthily and eating things that I like eating. I mentioned in work today how I was really craving junk food and in order to help me one of my work colleague started listing all the fast food joints available in the local area . No don’t get me wrong I haven’t had a total humour bypass I know they were just saying things in jest but at the end of the day you wouldn’t start sticking a bottle of vodka under alcoholics nose would you ? .. This leads me to my point basically a drug addict can never take drugs again and live. An alcoholic can never have a drink again and live. The foodaholic has to still eat food every day, everything you put in your mouth could lead you to temptation which is going to take you off the path because it’s so easy once you’ve had an unhealthy thing to eat to just spiral out to of control. The program I’m on tries to combat this by giving you a cheat day we like to call it Faturday as very often in my case it’s a Saturday. My mental block comes when I try and convince myself that I prefer the flavour of broccoli to that of a very nice sausage roll I freely admit I am a sausage roll addict. I don’t know about you but have you ever noticed how many food adverts are on television it’s not fair they have taken cigarettes off television because they want to stop people smoking and yet the government combating obesity don’t think about taking fast food adverts off the television..,,I mean at the end of the day we all know where the nearest KFC is or McDonald’s and within reason we all pretty much know what’s on the menu so why do we need to be constantly reminded about it . As you can probably tell I’ve got a bit of a grump on this evening mainly because i’m getting a bit fed up of having to cook all the time I’m getting a bit fed up of not getting any support from the other half who keeps buying cakes and crisps and biscuits and bringing them into the house so I’m in a bit of a blue mood I think in view of that I need to end my blog for now not forever good night .
Monthly Archives: October 2015
Slow and steady wins the race …
So this weekend was the weekend I decided I was going to remeasure myself after eight weeks .. I was feeling really good feeling fitter, clearer skin, shiny hair, cold nose just like a healthy dog really …..until I put the measuring tape around me and to be honest I was a little bit disappointed by the loss . I think secretly I was expecting to have dropped masses I felt better so I figured I must be thinner. I prepared myself for that biggest loser moment where you’re jumping up and down all excited and flapping tears away from your eyes instead it was a bit of a MEH!, moment. So what did I do in the face of adversity did I going to the kitchen and raid the fridge no ! Did I go in to the kitchen and raid the cupboards no! did I go down the garage and fill my pockets with chocolate and then fill my face with chocolate no !,…. What I did was text my coach Pom …now what a breakthrough that was !! the reason I’m writing this blog right now is because I think it’s important that you know what reply I got my text .
My text to him said “Right Pom I think we need to ramp things up a bit …done my measurements and they aren’t as drastic as I would’ve liked 😟”
Now at this stage I think most trainers would probably be hitting the books looking for more cardio throwing more weights at me telling me I need to do more sessions a week and get me to fill in a food diary.
This is the reason that I like Pom… The quintessential difference between a personal trainer and a coach the following is a screenshot of the reply I got to my text message.
Did you notice?
He wrote we are the tortoise not you are the tortoise …why? Because we are in this together .
Everything is part of the process, what you’ve got to remember when you have disappointments is not to quit is to remember why you started ! and okay I didn’t lose as many inches as I would’ve liked, but I have lost inches and okay they are not off my gargantuan butt but they are off my thunder thighs so every cloud has a silver lining and that hare can run as fast as he likes but is not going to beat me because forever rest he takes I’m going to keep going and eventually I’m going to reach that finish line look-back smile and say kiss it Big Ears …
Loved it pinched it
Harvest festival of food
An after work visit to the supermarket resulted in a harvest festival of food my £12.34 purchase of butternut squash, onions, leaks, Swede, parsnips, carrots, garlic , beef and herbs will make me a vegetable soup a beef stew a butternut squash soup … Once again batch cooking with the stereo on belting out some 80s tunes meant that I now don’t really have to think about cooking for the rest of the week if I don’t want to Yum
That’s science init….
Yesterday in my training session, Pom my coach amazed me with proving that the term building muscle is actually true, we started on lightweights and are gradually working our way up, I managed to amaze Pom with a pen that rubs out !,,, that science init!!!.
Gradually week by week I seem to be getting a little bit stronger, not crawling out of the gym and I’m not spending two days Popping pain killers and ice packing my bits because I’m dying
So basically the gradual increase is helping me build the muscle meaning that the recovery is much quicker so that I can go back to build in the muscle brilliant
I must admit though I do prefer my training sessions with my coach. When I’m on my own I feel a bit lonely I’m like Billy no mates throwing some weights around and get a bit scared staring all the people in the gym in case you think you checking them out ( ans sometimes … I am whoops)
The Heaviest weight I lifted
Yesterday was a typical Friday at work, the day seemed to drag and what made it worse was that rather than do a lunchtime Gym session I decided I would go in the evening and save the hours at work.
I finished up for the day and went home, my beloved other half who had decided he was going to score some of the Chicken curry I cooked rang me and asked me to put some white rice on for him. Through the door he bounds with Samosas, Poppadum’s’, and peshwari naans to supplement my lovely healthy dish.
Once again in my imagination I am fly kicking him in the head because not only have I had a slow day, I’m hungry and still have the Gym session to do before I am able to relax.
I made at this moment a huge mistake……. I sat down…. and that is where the major argument started… I mean of course the mental battle with myself on all the reasons I could think of NOT to go. Here is a short list
- I don’t feel very well
- I’m tired
- I don’t want to go on my own
- Its going to be busy
- I don’t really know what I’m doing
- Its too hard
- I have other things I want to do
- Its cold out
Then I thought to myself I could just lie to Pom and tell him I went and at that moment it dawned on me…… Who am I really lying to. Pom cares but it makes no difference to him if I go or not. This is where a lot of people misunderstand the PT. With this revelation I went up stairs and put my Gym kit on, got in my car and drove to the Gym and totally owned the place. I moved kit to meet the needs of my workout I adjusted myself to ensure I was using the right form and I looked in the mirror to check…
Here is my proof. Also from this you can see that
- My ill health was in my head
- I found the energy from somewhere
- I was perfectly alright on my own
- There was hardly anybody there
- I totally knew what I was doing
- Its as hard as it needs to be
- I didn’t really have anything else to do
- I wasn’t cold for long but when I went out I put on my Anytime Fitness hoody.
And so all my excuses not to go were shot out of the water, one by one.
It transpired that the heaviest weight I lifted that evening was lifting my ample ass off the sofa… and I am very glad I did!
The Kitchen workout big pan special
When I got in from work this evening the last thing on earth I want to do is cook. I don’t know about you, but when I get in from work what I wanna do is chill. However I’ve got to feed the body in order to be able to do the workouts so decided I better get to it.
This evening I decided to cook some chicken curry the beauty of batch cooking is that for probably the next few nights If I don’t wanna think about cooking I really don’t have to.
If I’m absolutely fed up of chicken curry I can freeze it and then I’ve got microwave meals ready to go. I personally think that your workouts should start in the kitchen. It’s a total waste of time throwing yourself around the gym working on technique and lifting weights if you are going to go home and stuff your face full of rubbish food. The difficulty is that to eat good stuff you often have to cook things that are freshly prepared this eating clean lark can sometimes be a bit of hard work. What I’ve had to do is discipline myself I still cook exactly the same things that are used to cook (because in cooking when I cook fresh I don’t actually use a lot of fat and additives), my problem was mainly portion control iI am used to have mountainous dinners from my mum she used to Put all the nice things right at the bottom so you had to kind of excavate your way down in order to get to your roast taters . What I now do is cook exactly the same size meals as I used to but I don’t eat the same amount I now portion them up and I’ve actually found looking at portion control and I was consuming probably four times what I should have in one meal, so now I cook once and I have meals for four days ….brilliant !!
So I don’t feel hard done to what I’ve also started to do is give myself my dinners in smaller plates so that it actually looks more, my brain is thinking I’ve got lots of food but my thunder thighs are only getting what they need hence losing some of my errm thunder.
I haven’t really bothered to weigh myself this month I’ve kind of hopped on and off the “Sad step” but I’m not really bothered about weight. I am bothered about is the fact that after three weeks of eating good quality food I seem to have become a little bit brighter my skin is clearer and less dry, my hair is shinier and has grown more and I’m more energetic. I wake up in the morning and I’m actually awake as opposed to that yawning and stretching zombie craving coffee instead of brains … And then still feeling like rubbish. The proof is defiantly in the pudding (ooooh pudding wish I got some pudding if I’m honest I’m kind of missing sugar) …. Sunday is cheat day though this week I will have something sweet then (yum)
The Trinity of Friendship
When you are overweight and either on a diet or following a healthy eating plan, as soon as people find out or work out your are “being good” they assume one of three roles.
The Supporters
These people are the best they are with you all the way they are happy to swap recipes and food ideas they have total faith in your commitment to do this for yourself and give you a big ole “Boo yeah!!” every step of the way, when you falter (because we are human right!) they remind you about how well you have done and support you back on track rather than push.
The Feeders
The feeders are the worst, now I don’t know why this happens , maybe they don’t want you to change either out of jealously or they are concerned that in changing your physical appearance and attitude to food your personality will change and they wither wont like you or you wont like them. Maybe having a fat friend gives them some comfort. Who knows…. These are the friends who use terms like “One won’t hurt you” or “A little bit of what you fancy does you good” or they may pass reference to you being boring or miserable. They buy goodies knowing you have no will power and almost support your weakness,
The Pushers
These are the people who don’t support you, they police you. Everything you do and eat is under scrutiny.. They throw in little things like “Do you really need to eat that?” or “A moment on the lips”. These people use negative enforcement to guilt you into staying on plan. I genuinely they believe they are trying to help and if you asked them they would think they are in the Supporters bracket. What they done realise is the negativity is the last thing on the planet you need. I refer back to the Mirrors and Mountains Blog where I asked you to take a look in the mirror and say what you see. Negativity breeds negativity and that’s what got me here in the first place.
This is of course only they way I see things, my triggers are going to be different to yours as we are all individuals and I am not a phycologist. I don’t profess to know the complexities of the human mind. I just know me, and the weird and sometimes wonderful things that go through my head on a daily basis.
Mountains and Mirrors
Here is a little exercise for you.
Stand in front of a full length mirror and describe what you see.
I am willing to bet my mortgage that the majority of you start with the stuff that you don’t like
I am with the majority here I don’t like that I am a hulking wide load in the ass department with arms like a Nanna.
I was training with Pom Tutt of Finish Strong UK today doing a shoulder press, when he stops me and says “look in the mirror so you can see what you are doing wrongly and correct yourself”. Oh the horror, at the very sobering moment it occurred to me how little I look at all of me in a mirror. I look at my face which isn’t too bad. but the rest of me … well lets face it the rest of me hardly fits in a standard full length mirror unless I stand veeeeerrrrrry far away.
So there I am stood in front of a whole wall of mirror and I can see what I have done to myself in all is glory. Now let me just clear something up here, what I look like does not define me, however what is does do is hinder me It stops me doing anything that may draw attention to myself , unless I know 100% I can do the task without failing.
Fat shaming is a real thing, the same as skinny shaming, what these individuals don’t realise(or don’t care) is how words effect people. It stops you wanting to dance or run or play a physical game , mainly because you not only have to combat the fitness side of things but also the barrage of comments barked at you from people who think they are funny. Well News flash wise guy !!! you want funny fat jokes I can blow you out the water … and then you can choose which of the 600 square inches of my ass you can kiss.
So this brings me to Mountains.
Recently my coach Pom scaled Kilimanjaro , really quite emotionally he talks about how it changed his perspective on life, his work , and his team he coaches. This was a personal triumph for him and one I can only imagine.
He revealed today he was hesitant to contact me as he wasn’t sure if I would be properly “on board” with the program he wanted to put me on. He was probably right to be hesitant as like I have said I have failed before.
I am glad he did drop me that message, as in sending me that message he packed my virtual rucksack ready to climb that mountain. My mountain isn’t 16,001 ft from base to summit, my mountain is in my head, its a volcano of voices picking away at my weaknesses making me have to stop at the door of the gym and take a breath before I walk in.
Pom’s guidance so far (and we are talking three weeks from “the interview”) has given me the strength to move around the gym like I have a right to be there to talk to people in the gym I wouldn’t normally talk to (because they looked to at home and fit not because I was judging them) and to focus on me.
I still don’t like what I see in the mirror and I still have Nanna arms but I am looking up to the summit of that mountain, taking a deep breath and walking on through.
Get help or go it alone.
In my experience you have two sorts of exercisers, you have those who need help or those who can go it alone.
Those who need help may not always need help as with the right guidance you can eventually become one of those people who can go it alone.
I often see people running, riding bikes and walking in exercise gear and I envy their commitment.
I am very much a need help person, I have tried the go it alone and frankly each time I buy all the required gear and become a well kitted out failure (you’ve heard the phrase all the gear and no idea).
I get bored and distracted and then I think up wild and wonderful excuses as to why I don’t need to exercise.
When I started at Anytime Fitness Telford over a year ago people kept saying to me that I will become addicted….. erm I am still waiting …
I agonised over the cost of hiring a personal trainer as its not a cheap affair but when I weighed it up (forgive the pun) here is what I came up with.
Ladies and Gents trying to lose weight sometimes use “fat” clubs. Now don’t get me wrong these work for some people but clapping people for losing weight when you don’t really know them or for that matter really care and paying around £6-8 a week for the privilege was one of my money saving ticks.
Then putting a minimum wage rate on the time I spent flouncing around the gym doing basically piss all. soon meant that having someone structure my time and watch my diet and to correct me when I am going wrong seemed like a fair investment in me.
The advice I would share is interview your trainer, its important if you are investing that you get the right one.
- Don’t be afraid to ask for a free trial session, make sure you are getting what you need.
- Be totally honest with them about what you want.
- If you are very overweight ensure they have experience of dealing with your training, and have the ability to create a personalised plan.
The most important factor to remember is though is that they are not there to do it for you. If you are not prepared to put the effort in… do not waste your money. You are going to laugh and cry, be ecstatically happy and really angry with this person, they are going to see you at your most vulnerable you have to feel you can trust them.
With this in mind I have a trainer now I had spoken to a few all lovely and knowledgeable (and frankly not been hit by the ugly stick either) but the trainer I chose just struck a cord, got into my head and rummaged around pushing all the right buttons and so I signed on with Pom Tutt , branded as “Finishstrong“.
Pom has been about since I joined the gym I have been watching him (yeah I know I sound like a stalker) but wasn’t sure if he was taking on new clients and I had got in into my head that I wanted a female trainer.
Ok so I think this post is quite long enough… I will talk more about the adventures of Pom and Lou I am sure, I haven’t cried in front of him yet and I haven’t made him cry so, so far so good.