Today I have my first guest post. I harassed my personal trainer and confessor Javier into writing an article for me. Yeah!! I admit I am a challenge, between being afraid of some exercises and physically limited plus generally mouthy, the man rises above and gets the results. I thinks its mind altering drugs myself that keeps him going! Thanks Javier!!
On Mondays I will be providing links to any interesting articles I have read (many of the links came from my in-house researcher Havva) Read about Super Hero Yoga Here It looks like a lot of fun! Which Diet Works? – NY Times Click Here High Intensity is Key for Both Cardio and Weight Benefits – Dr. Mercola Click Here Newly-discovered “beige fat” cells provide a new target in the fight against obesity – Gizmag Click Here Obesity related to when in the day food is consumed Click Here
For many years there was one rule that could not be broken. Nobody is seeing me in a bathing suit ever! Well when I joined the gym 5 years ago at 446 Lbs there was not a lot of exercises or machines I could work out on. There was certainly no getting down on the floor for some crunches because there was no guarantee I would be able to get back up. It only made sense that the pool was the place I belonged. My first few months I wore a regular one piece bathing suit with bike shorts underneath and a bra. The bike shorts and even the bathing suit didn’t hold up too well to swimming and soaking in the spa every day. I probably looked more conspicuos with my extra layers than if I had just dressed in a regular swimsuit.
For the past six months I have been involved in dysfunctional relationship … with a Lazy Boy recliner. Much of the day is spent thinking about my recliner and the comfort it will offer me once I get home. Pure bliss!! When I get home it is “Out of the way cat!” … bathroom … toss the work clothes and flop into the big warm embrace of my recliner. Once I am in, it is like the pull of quicksand, I am not getting out. All around my chair I have a large collection of every possible item I might need so that I will not have to go through the agony of leaving my chair.
Twice a week I see my trainer and twice a week I moan and groan and tell myself I don’t want to do this, I can’t do this, this is going to be terrible. Twice a week I tell myself it is all about attitude and if I have to bring a better attitude to this workout, it will go better. Twice a week I complain and bargain with the trainer and in the end I am often unhappy with what I have accomplished. When the workout is over I promise that I will bring a better attitude next time. Then one time right at the beginning of the workout my trainer told me what exercises I was going to do and I thought “I can do that. It will be easy” and it was easy and I asked for more of a challenge and that extra challenge was easy. I was proud of what I had accomplished. I felt great. I realized that I talked about having a better attitude but it was all talk. After that every time I worked out I told myself that what I was being asked to do was no problem. When an exercise started … Continue reading
My good friend Havva (she says her name is Eve in Hebrew) was kind enough to send me an article about Holley Mangold (Link to article). She will be lifting weights in the Olympics this summer and weighs in at 350 lbs which is not unusually big for this competition. The story is partially sensationalism over her size but it also shows the level of sacrifice she is willing to endure in order to compete. It particularly struck a cord with me because she has no expectation of winning, she only wants to experience the joy of doing her best. That is very refreshing when it often seems like we live in a world were first place and perfect is the only measure that counts. Unfortunately I then read a few of the comments on the story. I should know better! The comments section of any article is often filled with ugly refuse that is clogging up peoples’ minds. I like to think that they are cleaning out bits of whatever it is that is rotting in their brains every time I read a critical comment. As comments go the ones attached to this article were very tame. My complaint is … Continue reading
I am going to tell you the true tale about my first days at the gym. It may seem unlikely. I certainly was wondering what was going on at the time! The company I worked for offered all employees a free membership at any gym as long as you went to the gym at least 2 days a week. How could I say no? At 446 pounds we all knew that I needed to get to the gym more than any other employee. I visited the big chain gym that some of the other employees liked. I had an evaluation and during the evaluation I had a chance to see how the gym functioned. Even though they gave me a three month free membership I never went back. Nobody was mean to me, but I could see that these people were all in a hurry and anybody including me was in their way. I felt unwelcome.
So I need to write my first real post for Fat Chicks Fitness. What if nobody is interested in what I have to say? What if I can’t produce enough posts over time and I lose momentum? What if Barbara Walters reads my site and wants to interview me as one of her most interesting people? What if my family reads this? Eeeeeek!!!!! This is how I procrastinate. I am a worrier and I like to plan for every possible problem. As a result, nothing gets done. When the task is new to me or I just plain don’t want to do it I make endless plans.