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Life Through a lens

Self belief is a power weapon against the battle of the bulge, people who don’t really know me think I’m confident ( ha got them fooled) … My confidence comes in waves ( and with a bit of voddy). One moment I will be the epitome of confidence , then next a crisis of confidence has me sat away from the crowd, almost mouse like.  I shared yesterday that I’m a bit emotionally stunted and use my sense of humour as a shield.  At the end of the day though folks I am human… My coach Pom keeps telling me that believe it or not people are impressed by me and often ask him how I’m getting on.  This confuses me , I know anyone reading this might be thinking .. Well you’re writing a blog for attention. I suppose in some ways I am, this is therapy for me , it’s a way of keeping me focused it’s like a very public record of how I’m getting on, the reason it’s public is because once it’s out there you just can’t hide from it.  

I wish sometimes I could see myself through other people’s eyes,

I know you are going to see some negative things , but I believe in human kindness and I truly want to believe that when people see you are trying they respect you.  It’s nice when at the gym somebody comes up to me and says “love your blog” or “you’re doing really well” it’s happened and to those people ( I hope you read this) I want you to know, just those few words lifted me higher than the clouds.  I may not have shown it, to be honest I know I said thank you but have no idea what my body language or face was sayin ( probably sweaty and knackered). I like to think I’m applicable and those little social interactions drive me.

I am guilty of constantly comparing myself to other people and always coming out worse for it. I admire people and all their diversity sometimes I get a little bit envious , I don’t get jealous because I want people to achieve and I’m so happy for them when they do.  I just don’t feel like I achieve as well as other ( dumb right?).

I guess I am an enigma I want to be remarkable and invisible at the same time.. So here is my new mantra ( well at least I’m going to try)

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Flatliners

imageGoing to share something quite personal with you now . As I sit here I am finding it really difficult to put what I want to say into words, so I am going to start with what moved me to write today’s blog.

My day started at my physiotherapist ( Scott Gormley of Shropshire Physiotherapy) small improvements with my knees but not totally pain free which is grinding me down somewhat.  

He is pals with my coach Pom FinishStrong Tutt and I’ve given my permission for them to discuss my progress so far and for the future.  

So Scott is convincing me that I can and should do more on the powermill (Lucifers staircase) and him breaking down has me convinced I can … The door hasn’t even shut behind me and he has shared this information with Pom… I know Pom will be pleased he loves the powermill as a method of torture (and because he knows it’s an effective piece of kit). I do my day at work and trot along to my training session with Pom who is in high spirits.  Half an hour on the Oxtane lateral X machine and Pom heads over to the …. You guessed it powermill…… It can’t be … I was only on the doom machine yesterday… But like a yellow card in a footie match it pointless arguing and up I went.  In my head I am thinking I can do this I can do this and begin, we try a different approach going medium speed for a minute and the slow speed for a minute and with a great deal of effort smash through 14 floor ( whaaaaaaat) I cant breath my calves are burning but I’m a little bit pleased with that …. But then after a recovery few minutes up I go for round two.. As I climb to the top of the machine I beat myself, in my head I am already saying I can’t do this I manage 6 floors then !!!!boom!!! brick wall !!! nothing Pom can say can stop me hitting the stop button and getting back on the floor…..

I’m fighting inside, everything is shutting down my shoulders neck and throat tighten and I feel like I’m going to cry… I can’t let that happen now can I ?

… And here is the share….

I don’t like people to see me cry it makes me feel weak and vulnerable, I don’t even know why I want to cry.  I have spent my life holding in emotions , covering how I’m feeling with laughs and smiles and jokes so nobody can see I’m hurting.  I do cry but this is usually in private, I hide when I want to cry I don’t want to look at anybody or have them look at me.  So here I am stood at the bottom of the powermill Pom doing his sympathy face and trying to get me to ( to use a frozen lyric) “let it go” but all I can do is  “conceal don’t feel don’t let them know”..  This is my issue, I have spent so many years hiding my emotions I have problems showing them, I can’t do excited either I sat and had a think about what excites me… I couldn’t come up with a single thing…. On the plus side it means I’m quite even tempered (I can’t remember the last time I lost it.)  I am sometimes very envious of those feisty folk who can just explode Geordie Shore style. I am emotional I just don’t like to show it in public.  So I flatline… Beep beep beeeeeeeeeeep … I’m calling it.   Can I be resuscitated?.. 

All the gear

Why is all the cool training gear only for the smaller sizes?

There are some wicked designed sportswear out there and yet they come in a max size of extra large which is a size 14-16 (extra large…… seriously!!)

I know that most larger people want to wear the baggiest thing possible and melt into the background but it would be nice for us to have the choice grrr.

So how do I compensate this sad lack of ways to express my inner Goddess?

Trainers and Tech…. I am the original or at least one of the many all the gear and no idea girls.

Every time I have started a new regime or joined a gym I have bought myself new trainers ( I have a lot of trainers) and as much tech as I can get my hands on.  It becomes like an obsession …

Almost like my confidence has to come in a box delivered by amazon.

I am proud to announce that I have had various tech sat in my save for later shopping cart for aaaaggggeeeessss and haven’t completed the transaction, every time I’ve gone to I have thought about how is it going to enhance my gym and fitness experience? and so far the answer has been it doesn’t !! and I’ve made do with what I already own.

At my gym Anytime fitness they are dedicated to providing members the best of the best.

The cardio machines are high tech and fabulous (I’ve been cycling through the virtual alps… fascinating) if you are not sure what I mean check out this link https://www.lifefitness.co.uk/commercial/cardio/discover.html the equipment is awesome, I am so busy enjoying the scenery I forget to look at the clock and so my session is done before I know it.

The hardware doesn’t stop there, they also buy us skipping ropes, boxing gloves, foam rollers and that’s to name but a few things. We also have the use of a private studio with virtual classes so if you fancy spin but don’t fancy the thought of someone look at you sweaty ass for an hour.. not a problem book a wellbeats virtual class and the room is all yours at a time to suit you.

So all you need to reach max tech in my gym is a chest strap, a mobile phone, a headset of some sort and the pure self driven motivation to keep going  then BOOOOSH you are kitted out !!…

I know this sounds like I am an Anytime rep selling membership but I can assure I’m not being paid to say this , if anything I’d love the place to be quiet all the time but that’s just not good for business and the staff there are so lovely I wouldn’t want them to not be a success.

Anytime staff, members and of course my amazing coach Pom Tutt of Finish Strong have helped transform this girl from all the gear and no idea. To screw the gear and face your fear!

 

The Resolutionists

January always sees the local Gyms packed full of the new year resolutionists, people hell bent of creating their summer bodies and sweating away the seasonal over indulgence.

For me this makes attending the gym even more difficult, the sudden crowd of new faces brings on one of my wobbly moments, I am not talking about my jellyesque figure I talk about what is the fine line between happy me and full mental break down me.

I was training with my coach Pom Tutt and he asked me to do a conditioning exercise  which involved doing a box burpee which is leaving the ground, the ground and I have an understanding I never leave it and in return it does not rise up and smack me in the face.

Immediately my subconscious rooted my feet to the floor  the power of the mind you know, that and I knew there were people behind me 🙁

Straight away the words “I Can’t” left my lips Pom just looked at me ….  “Why?” he asked…. hmmm,  I thought open question that!!.

I had two choices, cry and hope he took pity … or suck it up and forget what other people might be thinking. (I need to qualify that at my Gym Anytime Fitness nobody has ever said anything nasty to me its all in my head).

I chose the latter ( I was after all wearing my Don’t Give Up T shirt)  and surprised myself for the first time in a long time I found my bounce 🙂 Yaaay.

So for all the people who have joined the Gym and headed straight for the treadmill or the cross trainer, might I suggest booking a block of sessions with a trainer and give your workout some focus and try some of the other kit available in gyms now a days. 

This will help you achieve and grow, and in turn improve your chances of succeeding rather than getting bored and giving up a couple of months in, we all know how it starts… First you go at it like a demon, then you miss a session then you go again miss two sessions and before you know it you are working out the minimum amount of times each month you need to attend the gym in order to still be getting your monies worth, or ringing the Gym to check on their cancelation policy.

I thought I knew it all but with my coach ( and I call him a coach rather than a trainer because he is more than just a PT) nearly every session is a learning experience.

 

New Day 2016

Happy 2016 all, I am back again like a YoYo.

Sometimes life just takes over and finding the time to write a blog or even try to think of something witting and enlightening to say when on the whole my life is hum drum but ticking over your work time drags and time at home just flies by.

But I have a dream (wait isn’t that a famous speech?).

It was pointed out to me today that despite me thinking my blog is just the inane rantings of a fit girl in a jiggerly fat suit, some of my words have actually hit home with people.

I suppose our pack mentality says there is safety in numbers and its comforting to know that you are not the only one who feels a particular way.  So in the hope that in some way I am helping I have opened my blogs up so that you can comment on them directly.  This for me is a massively brave move. I lay myself bare here being as honest about my thoughts and feelings as I can and so when I started I blocked comments so I didn’t get attacked by keyboard antagonists.

But I am interested to see what you really think and want to give you the opportunity to enhance this blog with your own thoughts.

So here is my thought of the day. To truly want to improve yourself you have to learn to love yourself , as frankly I wouldn’t want to help someone I really didn’t like.

What I am saying is that you need to learn to work with what you have got I am not promoting an unhealthy lifestyle I am saying if you are overweight its ok to still like yourself, you don’t have to hate who you are because society has got a downer on obesity at the moment. If you are happy and healthy weight is just a number so don’t focus on numbers, focus on how you feel and then because you like yourself you are going to want to help yourself to a better life.

So from a YoYo I go to YOLO (you only live once).

Take each day as a new day be it a step up , a step side ways or even a step backwards.

Try to laugh at, at least one thing a day no matter how silly..(fart noises always get me :)…)

 

Knowledge is power

Keeping it interesting and lots of variety is all well and good but I found that knowledge is Power .  I now know thanks to the training of my coach Pom Tutt  and my imageAnytime Fitness door fob I can walk into any one of approx 3000 gyms in 19 counties and know what workout I need to do, what weights and equipment I need to use and how many reps I should be achieving. Pom teaches progressive training and yeah ok it can get a bit boring because you are doing the same excercises but (and this is with no disrespect to my previous trainers) for the first time ever I walk in to the gym know exactly what I should be doing.  That has got to be better than pratting about for 40 minutes and still ending up on the bike, treadmill or cross trainer. Anytime Fitness gyms have a standard format and the basic equipment seems to be the same across the board, that that even when you are not in your home gym it still has a homely feel. As a big girl the strut of having a plan and feeling comfortable in the gym arena is more important than cake… It’s the difference for me between quitting or carrying on… When you put your faith in a coach like my Pom you have to trust that he knows what he’s doing .. I admit sometimes I questioned him , sometimes I’ve nearly cried because I didn’t think I could do it… He has proved his worth by , always having the answer and treating me like a toddler when I’m about to blub with positive reinforcement and the happy clapping of everything is going to be ok . Continue reading

Dark nights resulting in Dark moods

The winter months for me are like a hibernation period, I feel run down and totally unmotivated.  You can probably see that I have blogged in over a month two reasons … actually four…

1) I really didn’t think I had anything worth while to say and didn’t want to repeat myself

2) I just didn’t seem to get round to writing things up.

3) I actually just couldn’t be arsed

and lastly

4) I just wasn’t seeing the results I wanted quick enough so I lost the plot….

I took one month later photos of me in my undies and was excited to  look and the difference, problem is in my eyes there is no difference at all and this was the spiral into doom.

I have still been training and eating as well as I can (although I have relaxed a little on the eating clean)

Problem is with the four reasons above is how easy it is to lose focus and slide back into old ways.

I was thinking about my blog all the time even made notes on my mobile when I thought about content. ( I have flashes of inspiration that leave my brain as easy as they enter it)

I made notes about the long walk home I had to take at Halloween that I walked easily dressed like this… Helped by the sensible choice of walking boots under dress instead   of fashion shoes. Still some terrain I would not have been able to manage 12 months ago.

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I noted about tears of frustration now the weights are going heavier and the work is getting harder, counter acted by the discovery of an ab! (just the one mind).

Most poignantly I noted about the power of the word “Can’t”…. Your brain is your most powerful muscle, it can drive you on or stop you dead in the water.  Mine stops me from trying new things unless I know I am going to succeed…. The thought of failing in front of people and then thinking that they would attribute my failure to being fat gives me the fear. The thought of something breaking (like in the film shallow Hal) … some folk may find hilarious but its my idea of hell … all these thing fuel for my “can’t” reflex.

My size and my humour has always been my shield, but I’m not strong, people who survive disaster or fight cancer, these people are strong and some of these people are tiny children so their size is irrelevant. 

I am weak I need to box the word “can’t” and replace it “try” sometimes I might fail and if anyone laughs that’s their problem…….. although baby step.

So the blog is back  hopefully the material will flow but I need to find the time for this and for myself so keep the encouragement coming I have dedicated mailbox now so if you want to contact me I am on  Louise@LF-S.co.uk

Might as well face it you’re addicted to …

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 .

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.

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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 …

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…

IMG-20151016-WA0014Here 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!