Category Archives: Motivation

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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Who the fudge wants to be normal.

Okay so I went to the gym today feeling a bit flat to be honest. I’ve had to go to see a physiotherapist because I’ve got a pain in my knees which has been ongoing for some time and was starting to make me want to give it all up . I have to admit that even though I don’t consider myself a gym bunny  and still don’t consider the gym to be my comfortable domain it was a lovely vibe in there today that was until my coach Pom FinishStrong Tutt, who had colluded with my physiotherapist to conjure a plan who’s evilness could not be surpassed by even Satan himself  informed me that today’s session would mainly be on the Power Mill! …..  For those of you who are not familiar with this piece of gym equipment it was designed by Beelzebub in order to punish the innocent.  it is a perpetual set of stairs, a set of stairs that never ever ever stops it just keeps rolling round and round and round until you’re dissolved by your own sweat I actually thought I was going to puke a lung at one point. When asked by Pom the magnificent how I felt  he seemed almost gleeful at my answer of “I feel sick” for my coach is a very good sadist. However my tale of woe does indeed have a happy ending after doing 30 flights of stairs (which to some may not sound a lot)  I’m managing not to puke a lung Ivan actually sailed through yes I said it sailed through 100 kettle bell swings and I have to say they were easier this time.   My word of the day is growth .  Sometimes the improvements aren’t always ones that you see in the mirror sometimes is a little achievements sometimes a big achievements going from flat to 30 flights and 100 kettle bell swings for me is a big achievement still smiling at the end big aceivment,   Managing to tweet a sneaky sweaty face to picture in the gym without being caught small achievement.

Additionally, and the reason for today’s blog title, on discussing what I’ll be doing in the gym tomorrow Pom  started tagging on little bits and pieces ….extras to what I’ve been doing so far all in the name of growth ….. “it’s Friday tomorrow” I said “most normal people will be out drinking partying and enjoying themselves” to which Pom Tutt  replied “who the fudge (cleaned up for the benefit of the delicate) wants to be normal, I don’t wanna be normal do you wanna be normal ?”  I’ve had a good Ole think about that since he said it and I have to say no I don’t want to be normal I want to be exceptional!! .

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Look at his face …Punisher! But I love to hate him 

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!

 

Body Pump update..

Last night I blogged about Body Pump and bricking it.

Well I came close to not going, I was tired after a day at work and all I wanted to do was sleep.. Towards the end of the day at work my back and knees were aching and I was on the cusp of the mother of all migraines.

So what did I do…. I work with people all over central England, I have a pal I chat to on messenger so I sent him what I call a virtual distress flair.

My Pal John saved me from myself,  when I said I was thinking about skiving he reminded me that missing tonight I would be moving away from my goals, he said that if I go I will feel better for making the effort and if I didn’t go I would be letting myself down.

Now John has no investment in me he lives hundreds of miles away and we only talk via email or occasionally on the phone, and yet I send up a flare and he gives me the virtual bum kick I need.

So I dragged my sorry ass to class… here is a list of the hurdles I had to jump

  1. It was freezing outside and peeing with freezing rain.
  2. There was no parking space at the gym so I had to park in the overflow.
  3. The door to the studio where that class is held was shut.
  4. The room was packed.
  5. I didn’t know a single person in the room.
  6. I was cramped at the back with the spin bikes and the punch bag
What stopped me from turning tail and running.
  1. The lady who was holding the class put a step and a mat out for me.
  2. The chap in front of me seemed like he was a little nervous too.
  3. The room was darkened with disco lights.
  4. There was a mixed bag of people in the class.
  5. I was there and there was no turning back.

The class was good, I could actually do more than I thought, there were a few things I would change my bench was to low and I kinda needed to set up my area better.  I had no idea what kit I needed so I was bumbling around a bit but I was next to two ladies who seemed to know what was coming next so I just copied them.

I didn’t really engage with anybody though 🙁 and at one point I felt a bit emotional (I know daft)

But I didn’t swear I wasn’t arrested I didn’t die, and nobody was behind me to see my massive ADSA pants.

So ups and downs, and well as pump…

I wont give up just yet but I am more a half hour class girl than a hour class 🙂

Body pump and bricking it

As part of my ongoing growth, Guru, friend, leader and coach Pom Tutt has suggested that I attend some classes at the gym so that my Gym experience is not so insular.  I think he wants me to socialise more with the other gym members.  Now apart from my inappropriate humour ( I should seriously wear a T shirt with a disclaimer on it) I have no problem with socialising. Class clown me and often described as bubbly (although if I’m honest I always take that as a nice way of saying pleasantly fat but that’s just me).

That  is until you put me in leggings that go see through when I bend over (thank the Lord God and ASDA for big pants) and  in a situation where I am likely to swear like a turrets suffer and sweat actual whilst turning the purple side of red.  Problem with me is that despite everything I get a bit competitive and always end up overdoing it.  My instruction from the man himself is to work at 80%, difficult to do in a room full of people giving 110%.

However even with all that turmoil swimming around my head I have booked myself into Body Pump not one but two sessions this week, so this may be my last entry as tomorrow I may expire , or melt or be arrested for making sailors blush with my blue language.

I will let you know how I get on, I have deliberately told you so that I cant skive the class and pretend I never booked it because I am seriously bricking it.

So if you never hear from me again… it’s been a blast 🙂

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 :)…)

 

One Size Fits All

These are words that will haunt me to my death. What they should say is one size fits all but only around 10% of you will look any good in it so don’t bloody kid yourself.

You will never be entirely happy with what is in the mirror there is always going to be something you don’t like, that is our way it is what makes us human.

I see myself every day I make a point of standing in front of the mirror and scrutinising what I see. I desperately stare and myself in the noddy trying to see a difference to how I looked when I began.

People find it difficult to believe that I don’t actually see a difference at all. This is because apparently they can. I try to convince myself but I truly believe that no matter what I do the girl staring back at me will always be a fatty.

On the positive side though she will always be a constant reminder of the work I have done and the work I have to do. I truly believe we are what we who we are for a reason and without my weight and insecurities my personality may have been different and I am happy with who I am

So what I am saying is SCREW one size fits all find the size you are happy with and give it a name.

My current state is Plumpcious

 

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