Sunday, February 5, 2012

A love/hate relationship

Have you noticed that I haven’t talked too much – if at all – about my weight loss? I’ve tried to keep you updated on my health, but am purposefully skimming over any facts about my weight. You probably recall my 60-pound weight loss about two years ago – well since then the weight has crept back on and everything I did before to keep it off is no longer working. One of the reasons is I’ve been sick (condition related) on and off and some of the changes in medications have resulted in weight gain.

So.not.good.

Wednesday began a significant change for me: I start working with a personal trainer. I figure that instead of worrying about the time it takes away from work or the cost, I will remember that it is an investment in myself. I’ll have to keep remembering that every.single.time I don’t want to do it. AND every single time I wanna push the trainer (Sammy!) off of a very high building.

My first meeting with Sammy went well. He gathered health, personal and physical information. I filled out so many forms that it was like getting a car loan – but, you know what, I can’t complain about that because it shows that he is a thorough and professional trainer. None of that keeps me from giving him a hard time though.

Our second meeting – now sessions – went well. I complained through the weighing in, the sit ups and the three sets of everything. I sorta enjoyed those parts of the session, but I had to give him a hard time because it wouldn’t be as much fun if I didn’t. And, most of my close family and friends know that I just get pleasure from giving people a hard time. Hey, it’s all done in love.

It was all good as gravy until he told me to get on the stupid elliptical machine thingy. Or was that the stair climber do-hick-ee? It really doesn’t matter because I absolutely HATE both of them. I hate trying to maintain the rhythm and I don’t I’ve ever been able to complete an entire program on them. In addition to that, I often get dizzy and absolutely drained from the stupid things.

Everything I loved about Sammy went right out the door as soon as I got on that machine. I think I cussed him out (in my head) in three different languages the entire time. Oh, wanna know how long I was on there? Eight minutes! Yup, just eight minutes. Don’t laugh. He needed to get my active heart rate and that thing definitely did the job.

Img_00463So I can already see how this is going to go. I’m going to love him for making sure that he has me doing stuff that is in accordance with my medical limitations and for helping me through each and every step of this. And I’m going to hate him when he makes me do stuff I don’t want to do. For instance, I haven’t been too fond of him this entire weekend because my arms/chest areas are sore. I don’t care what everyone says about “no pain no gain;” that just shouldn’t apply to getting in shape. I mean, seriously, isn’t there a way to do this without feeling like you were run over by a truck?

*imagine me sucking my teeth*

Well, I need to hurry up and finish laundry and whatnot ‘cause I gotta sign on to the site where the meal plans and tracking stuff are. Yea, as if just exercising isn’t bad enough I have to eat even better than I was. I guess I shouldn’t tell him about those cookies I ate this weekend. … Or that granola bar that he said was no good. Hmmm, maybe I need to leave out the two cups of coffee (16 ounces each)… as well as those yummy chunks of cheese they served at the birthday party I went to yesterday.

Img_00460 Oh boy. It looks like I’m going to need you guys’ help as well to keep me accountable. That means I’m back to keeping you up-to-date on my weight loss journal, which I’ll try to do at least once a week.

 

 

 

 

 

Here are my current stats:

Img_00561Week One
Feb. 2
Weight: 198.9 (Gasp!)

Feb. 3
Weight: 196.4

 

My body fat is poor (about 33%), but I’m looking forward to that decreasing each week (No more cookies!). To take a peek at a previous weight loss journal just click that link. Before you go be sure to leave a comment with your suggestions or experiences with weight loss, trainers and/or exercise.

Photos were taken by Anna, my 4-year-old daughter. The first two were taken about five months ago and the last one was last week.