Personalized 5: The Tale of the Treadie & a Kettlebell

So, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted. There’s good reason for that.
Mini go-cay (that’s how the in-laws vacay) and a mini stay-cay.
Translation: no blogging, no writing.

Anyway, I’m back at it and I really shouldn’t have waited to write about our last sweat sesh, which was nearly two weeks ago. My memory isn’t what it used to be.
What I can’t forget though is how brutal it was.
For weeks, I’ve been telling Nikki how I rock at the Treadie and how I wanna get me some kettlebells in my life.
Laughable.
In fact, the Treadie and I have a long way to go, and there’s a pretty good learning curve to kettlebells for this girl.
The week before our last session Nikki mentioned sprinting, so I got brave and sprinted 30 seconds here and there on the Treadie at 6.0. I felt like a badass.
Little did I know the universe was preparing me for what Nikki would do to us the next week.
She ramped up that Treadie’s incline way too high and wanted me to run at 6.0 for way more than 30 seconds.
I really wish I’d written down the specifics, because it was so intense.
I needed water. Couldn’t stop. Not allowed.
I praised all of Baby Jesus when my shoes came untied, so I could get a five second breather.
It’s the little things.
Y’all this was like 20 minutes on what I thought was my favorite machine.
Nikki has the fantastic ability to find horror in all my favorite things. ;) That’s gotta be a requirement of a good personal trainer, right.
Kettlebells were tough, but not the worst thing I’ve ever done.
I’ll take another stab at ‘em, I suppose.
Summary of Week 5: all the things I thought I wanted in life…I was wrong.

We have our next session tomorrow, and that will mark the half way point for us in training.
The Labor Day go-cay meant way too many extra calories some days (yes, we still tracked them), but I was proud of us for hitting the gym hardcore while away for a full-body workout. And we walked. So much walking. And swimming. We tried to stay active everyday, which is much different from some of our past vacays. Victory.
We skipped training last week, because I felt it would be a wasted week. Honestly, I didn’t need that scale to tell me I’d eaten gator tail and enjoyed beer.
However, we ate well and worked out all week once we got home. Woot.
So, I’m hoping that scale is kind to us tomorrow. And Nikki. I am growing more and more fearful of the unknown torture she is planning…probably as I type. ;)

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Personalized 4: Circuits

Ever watch The Biggest Loser and see contestants puking in buckets?
Yep, I’d be that girl.
Last Wednesday’s KILLER workout didn’t actually make me vomit, but I sure was scanning the room for the nearest trash can. There were moments when I was sure it was going to happen.
But like a boss, I swallowed the puke feeling away and kicked some serious butt.
Nikki really turned the heat up with this hour. I hadn’t been sore since our first workout, but my abs and shoulder blades were all on fire the next day.
Here’s what she devised for us:

Week 4

Week 4

Yeah, that picture does no justice. I wish someone had taken video of what this torture looked like on us.
It was a hot mess.
We started on the elliptical, which for the record I only love when I am unable to do the Treadie. I greatly dislike it.
When Nikki showed us each move we’d do during the circuit portion, I had a thought about each station. Then, when she said do it “5 times” I already wanted to leave. ;0)

In my head:
Ball bounce: yeah, right into my face
Front kicks: got this all day. I do those in my sleep
Cross punches/side lunges: hmm, ok, I can probably do that
Bicycle crunches: UHHHHH NO!!!! I hate you, bicycles!
Rest: YES!!
Repeat: NO!

How it played out:
Ball bounce: took me four circuits to bounce the ball hard enough and gain confidence I wouldn’t bounce the ball into my head
Front kicks: (the irony) one of the hardest stations. Standing there and kicking with the same leg for 30 seconds, five times is hard on the abs. Trust! This station=nausea.
Cross punches: Well, hello shoulder blades. It’s been a minute since I’ve noticed you. Five pound weights never felt so heavy. Still, a doable station until round 5. Round 5 was my limit.
Side lunges: I’d really rather not look in the mirror when I do these. Yikes.
Bicycles: This station was 30 seconds and I praise Jesus it took us 10 of those seconds to get down on the mat into form. LOL. 20 seconds of these bad boys and I wanted to die. Bicycles mean vomit! They hurt the abs SO good.
Rest: We had one minute to stay on the floor and cry or hurry and get water. Our choice. Fastest minute ever.
Repeat: Circuit 1 through 3 was all about keeping my vomit down. Didn’t think I would make it through 4. Seriously. When I finished 4, I rejoiced like it was the last one. I told Nikki I can do anything one last time. Knowing 5 was the last time, I was pumped!
Bottom line: HOLY CIRCUIT TRAINING!

I love Nikki for allowing us to sub out flutter kicks for the bicycles during the last two circuits. I’ll do a flutter whatter all day, before I ever do a bicycle again.

Oh and before all this torturous goodness, we had our weigh-in.
The Fish lost another two pounds. He is rocking this -ish all day long. I’m very proud of him!
And I posted a 0.6 loss. I was excited, since there’s been none of that.
I’ll take a loss, no matter how small, to the moon!

Hopefully this week will be good to us, too. I’m already praying for no bicycles.

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Personalized 3: The Scale

The bad thing about weighing in at the start of our training is the brave face you gotta put on when the number doesn’t reflect a loss. Not even a tenth of a pound last week.
So yeah, no loss whatsoever from the previous week.
Then, our trainer gave us the choice between elliptical and arc trainer.
I think I was so angry at the scale, because I lost all common sense and went beastly on that Arc Trainer.
It’s growing on me, I suppose.
For me, this training was more torturous mentally than physically, because I was having a down week emotionally. Head just all over the place, and not in the game. Then, the scale knocked me down a whole ‘nother level.
Nikki pushed us through a great strength training session full of bicep, tricep and shoulder work. And she was super encouraging throughout the workout, pointing out my muscles in the mirror. I mean the guns are forming pretty nicely, if I do say so myself. ;)
I love weights! For me, the weight machines I’d been working on all year never produced results. Free weights make me feel stronger and are making things more muscular, less jiggly. Woot to that!
After weights, we had the choice again of Arc or Ellip. This time we suffered through the latter. Ugh that machine.
Then ab work and stretching. Ab work=PLANKS! So many planks. Side planks were introduced this week and proved to be quite the killer.
Even though the weigh-in didn’t reflect my work from the previous week (so much yoga), I gave the workout my all. And I was so proud of me for not getting too caught up in the lack of numbers and pushing through.
I’d say by two days later I was fully out of my mental funk and ready to kick butt.
Which happened!
Last night. So much butt was kicked during this week’s training.
And maybe, just maybe there was a loss…

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Personalized 2: Bicycles & Ropes

Woo, this last week, y’all! SO much to write about.
It has been one of the BEST weeks of my life, so expect a full recap soon.

But first let me say a special thank you to my pal Kelly over at No Thanks to Cake for sending her sweet readers my way. Hello to all those who have stopped by and read around. I do hope you will follow along.  :)

Tonight is our third personal training session.
Last week’s session was a bit killer. There were new ab workouts called bicycle something or others (names…) and side taps. Yeah, I hate the bicycle thingies. Supe Dupe!
The word of last week that made me weak, quite literally: ROPES. Those jokers are hardcore and I’m pretty terrible at them. The peeps on Biggest Loser make that -ish look easy.
The overall workout was a strength training delight. The cardio and ab work was where I fell apart.
She gave us homework to get in at least two more full body sessions (aka cardio and weights) and one cardio day.
We accomplished a great Friday night full-body session (we even did lunges y’all…voluntarily), and tackled just cardio Monday night. So, two – better than none. I don’t really count last night’s stroll around the ‘hood, though the Fish kicked butt and had a sweaty, good time.
I do count my hitting the mat pretty consistently over the last week. (post to follow)
And I wonder if that’s the reason I haven’t been as sore as I was after our first workout.
Feeling a bit under the weather this morning, so I’m hoping I feel better for tonight’s slaughtering.
Honestly, I just pray that scale reflects a loss tonight, since we had a pretty good week overall with both eating and working out.

NSV though, I found a whole batch of old jeans in the closet Monday that now button. Some haven’t fit since 2007-08, so woot on that! I take pride in the NSVs, but I also need that scale number to come down. My doc won’t care that I can fit into jeans. She reads charts, not jean sizes.
Another NSV, throughout the last week I managed to defeat (for now) the defeatist attitude I suffered through the week before when there were no shortage of sweet treats and terrible eats. Healthy food choices were made all along the way this week, and sweets were mostly banished. WIN!
Here’s to all the NSVs!

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Weekend Fail

It’s Monday, y’all and instead of whining through it, I’m forcing myself to use it as a clean slate, a shiny new friend who will serve as a buffer between me and all the poor decisions I made for my body this weekend.

In all honesty, this whole last week was just rough for me mentally. It’s been one of the hardest weeks as far as mind-body awareness goes. Even with the training session Tuesday, I seemed to have no desire to eat well last week. Not sure what that’s about. The entire week consisted of fries every day…kid you not. Even if it was paired with a salad, Chick Fil A fries hit the calorie bank hard. And the entire weekend just blew. Pizza, cupcakes and Mexican food Friday night, hot dogs/chips Saturday followed by a sweets coma from a fun trip to a new bakery (mildly worth it), then a bday celebration (no, not mine) full of vegetables (hey, I tried with a portabella club) and beer (well, there goes that) and Sunday was…well… Sonic.

Do I even need to admit there wasn’t a single workout since the sorry excuse of the one we did Thursday?

Now, I don’t know if there is something else going on with me or if the caloriefest of the last week and the inactivity are to blame, but I was EXHAUSTED yesterday. Like back to bed before breakfast AND napped two hours before bed kind of exhausted. My body felt lackluster, worn down and just overall blah. Could be the late nights, the beer, the sugar. I dunno, but holy moly do I need some water, vegetables and exercise in my life.

And this pattern cannot continue. If it does, that will mean we are wasting our money and time with the training. We should be logging our calories (which we did at least do that, even with all the poor choices) and hitting the gym three times a week.
So, this last week was a fail.
And we’re leaving it there. I refuse to bring that negativity into this new week. It is what it is, it was what it was. Today is Monday and it’s a new day – not to mention it’s still early into the new month. Things can look much different this time next month.

On an even more serious note, this indulgent beer and sugar kick I’ve been on is officially done. I know better, yet still think I can do such things. I cannot. Really. After a sweet treat Saturday, I instantly felt badly. Headache was trying to set up camp and I was tired. Done. No cookie is worth that feeling.
So, I’m challenging myself to one sweet a week. Considering I’m really supposed to have no sweets a week (doc’s orders), I’ll baby step my way there. A’ wean, wean, wean (cheerleading anyone? lol)
And the beer…it’s sugar in my mind. Acts just the same in my body. So, no more weekends of that.

Here’s to Monday…

 

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