There are days I look forward all day to going to the gym and working out, there are even days I get up first thing in the morning and go before work. There are days I truly like being there.
Today was not one of those days.
Today I had to drag myself, kicking and screaming, but I went. I particularly dread going to the gym on running days, I still haven’t reached the point in my training that it is fun — at all. But people keep assuring me I will get there. We’ll see.
Thursday I started Week 3, day 1 of the Couch to 5K program, and while I did better than I expected, I wasn’t able to make it through all of the running parts. Today, however, I did! I was pretty pumped. Even though I was dreading going, that feeling made it worth it.
Of course that isn’t making me dread Monday’s run any less.
I think I am starting to get my diet back under control after my slip ups while traveling. That is, and probably always will be, the hardest part.
I wish it were easier to think of the milestones that made me proud of myself before I slip up on the diet. I just need to keep reminding myself that in the long run it will be worth it.
Today’s weigh in had me down 6.2 pounds this week, which I was thrilled about, so overall now I am down 33.2 pounds. I would like to lose another 67 this year, which will me hard, and maybe not possible, but that is my goal.
That’s why this time I wanted to wait until I really got the ball rolling and accomplished something before I post anything on here.
It has been seven weeks today since I started the lifestyle change (again) and I feel like it is time to start writing about it again since it seems to help quite a bit.
Even though I have been at this a while again, the weight isn’t coming off as quickly as I would like (not that it ever does). I am down 13 pounds, but honestly I could definitely be doing better on my food choices, so it is my fault the numbers on the scale aren’t dropping as fast as I would like.
There were two weeks in the middle that I was travelling the whole time, the first week I was in Chicago and managed not to be completely awful on my diet, and was very active exploring the new city.
The second week visiting my parents, wasn’t so pretty. That’s behind me though, and here I am again
I have been pretty good about making it to the gym on a regular basis, despite my busy schedule. Even though I can’t see any difference in my body, I am definitely getting stronger and my endurance is getting better.
I started the Couch to 5 K program again a couple weeks ago. It isn’t easy, it’s slow going and it’s painful and tiring, but slowly I am improving. Today I did week 3, day. I couldn’t quite do 100 percent of the running portions, but I did better than I expected. When I first started a couple weeks ago I seriously struggled to get through the first workout — like, I couldn’t to it. Looking back on that makes me feel better about what I have done in a fairly short amount of time.
My goal is to be in shape enough to jog the YMCA’s Turkey Trot 5K in November. I have set this goal before, and have never succeeded, but hopefully I will this time.
If starting over again is the hardest part, then why-oh-why do I keep quitting in the first place?
If you follow my blog at all, you know that if I am not writing I am not doing well working toward my healthy lifestyle goals. I can’t even remember the last time I made an entry.
Since New Year I have been trying to work out and eat better, with many, many ups and downs.
I plan on going into each in more detail in future blog posts, but so far this year I have joined a second gym, tried Spinning, Zumba, and have taken a six-week nutrition class.
Things are working, but more slowly than I am used to and that I would like. I have lost a few pounds, but am feeling stronger and a little more healthy. Still a long way to go, but this is a step in the right direction.
Today I realized I really needed to start writing again. It helps. I am going to work much harder to carve out a little time every day to focus on myself and write things down. In the past it has helped keep me going, organize my thoughts and clear my head. Knowing I have people cheering me on helps a lot too.
I know this post is a little all over the place, but that is how I am feeling right now. More on that in the near future I’m sure.
Right now all I know is I am taking this one day at a time. I am not beating myself up if I miss a workout or eat that cookie. I am going to be on this journey and enjoy life at the same time. As long as I continue in the right direction any progress is good progress.
It was hard for me to write about the asshole who thought it was appropriate to throw a beer bottle at me while working out. At first I didn’t want to tell anyone about it, let alone blog about it. In the long run I am SO glad I did. The response I got was incredibly overwhelmingly positive.
The post was shared dozens of times. People I barely know stopped me in the streets of my small town and motivated me to keep going and ignore the haters.
Here are some of the comments I got on my Facebook page alone after posting the blog (I got over 40 so I won’t be sharing them all):
“Love you, girl! While he was pointing one finger at you, three of his fingers were pointing back at him. Judging says nothing about the one being judged, but everything about the one doing the judging! You have the right attitude! Keep being you and speaking your truth and shining your beautiful light! xo”
“Ya know, you are totally right. What a jerk! Lynn, I really admire you for your attitude and for your work ethic. It’d be easy to let him get into your head but you didn’t. Good for you. Keep up the good work. One day at a time! Love you!”
“you’re a hero. A friend of mine had a similar experience here in Boston last year while she was training for the webster triathalon, which she was doing to loose weight so she and her husband could get pregnant. She gave birth to her baby girl last week…I’m doing the triathalon in her honor this year because she just inspired me so much. You are so right about the dude that yelled at you, his life must be total shit, and will continue to be. My first instinct in these situations is to yell back “sorry about your tiny shrivled shrimp penis! good luck!”, ….feel free to use that whenever.““Your a gorgeous person inside and out what a pathetic excuse of a man!!! Fantastic article!! And ps curvy is sexy so sod that pathetic excuse of a human being xxx“
Thank you to all who encourage me, who keep me motivated, and are endlessly supportive. This is a long, hard journey, but I am going to make it, and I have people like you to thank for that.
I am quickly learning that for every discouraging asshat out there putting people down for working out, there are easily 100 cheering them on (whether they verbalize it or not).
To the “Neighbor Who Is Running And Working Out Outside” thanks for the motivation. Keep up the good work!
Saying I have had a hard time getting motivated to eat and workout lately would be the understatement of the year. After getting home from work, I just want to relax. Life’s stresses make me want to eat anything and everything in sight. I’m sure many of you relate.
Today I managed to pull together some motivation to ride my bike to the neighboring town. I have been riding a couple times a week — the longest ride so far being 16 miles. Today’s route wasn’t far — only about eight miles — but it required me to climb the steepest hill I have faced so far. As I was very slowly climbing the worst part of the long hill, a Jeep came up behind me on the highway. A college-age man hung his head out the vehicle, yelled “fatass” and threw an empty beer bottle at me.
The beer bottle shattered on the pavement next to me, sending sharp shards of glass bouncing off the road, hitting my legs and bike.
Physically I wasn’t hurt, but that action by a complete stranger hurt emotionally. It completely took the wind out of my sails for a couple minutes at a time I needed it the most.
Being overweight for most of my life, I have never been a fan of working out in public. I always worry about what other people are thinking about me. Every time someone looks at me, I just know that they are judging me, wondering why I even bother. Whether that is true or not, that is what I convinced myself was happening. Today’s incident pretty much confirmed that.
Eventually I worked my way to the top of that hill, and I was proud of myself. The downhill on the other side was amazing, relaxing, and gave me time to think about what just happened.
For a minute or so I was pissed about the jackwagon who thought it appropriate, or even fun, to try to discourage me from bettering myself. Once that passed, I actually felt bad for him. He must lead a pretty sad, pathetic life if actions like that are how he chooses to entertain himself.
I will never know if he was trying to discourage me, make me feel bad about myself, or just trying to get a laugh out of his buddy who was driving. Ultimately it doesn’t matter. What he managed to do was motivate me.
I had a revelation while on my ride. I don’t care anymore what people think or say about me while I am working out in public. If people have a problem with me working out in public, that is their problem, not mine. (For those of you who have telling me that for years, yes, it finally sunk in.)
Right now, I may be a “fatass,” but I don’t have to be. I can eat right, work out, and continue to improve physically and emotionally, and I am taking steps in that direction. I can change.
The bottle thrower is a pathetic person who clearly can’t or won’t control his actions. The highlight of his day is putting other people down. That is no way to live.
I can can change, but in my experience, people like him don’t. He is the one I pity.
So thanks for giving me the motivation I have been desperately searching for. If you’re reading this and you ever see me out, I owe you a beer.
So, clearly I have not been blogging, which means I have not been eating right or working out. I have made excuse after excuse. After losing 70 pounds last year, I know I am perfectly capable of losing the weight, but I let life get in the way and put 15 of it back on.
Motivation to get back on the horse and lose more has just been dropped into my lap. My little sister is getting married! Now I need to look fabulous in my bridesmaid’s dress!
Now I just need to get through the first 10 or so days. Those are always the hardest days for me, getting started again. Last time I started out seriously wondering if I could do it. Now I know I can, I just need to keep at it.
I ate like a rabbit today (lots of salad and fruit). But between my 14 hour work day and and -20 wind chill outside during my break, I didn’t have a chance to work out. My rabbit food is packed for tomorrow and my sneakers are ready so I can take a walk on my lunch break.
My goal is to lose 50 pounds by the wedding, which is October 18. IDEALLY I would like to go lose 65 pounds by then, the 15 pounds I have put on in the last 6 months, plus an additional 50.
Between half an hour at the driving range and 90 minutes at the gym, I think I may have died today.
I’ve been finding it pretty difficult lately to find motivation to eat right and exercise lately. Today, something finally clicked and I am feeling much better. Hopefully my new motivation sticks around for a while.
I have gone to the driving range a few times since I have been back in Massachusetts (golfing is one of my very favorite things to do). Now that I have lost a bunch of weight, my golf swing is drastically improving. I can’t wait to actually hit a round rather than sticking to the range.
I went and hit a bucket of balls this afternoon on the way to work out (the range is conveniently located less than a mile from the gym). Well, it was 95 degrees outside and by the time I was done with the bucket, I was a hot mess. I don’t think I have ever been that hot and sweaty walking IN the gym doors.
After having a miserable cold and not being able to do much cardio all week, I was feeling better today so I hit the dreaded treadmill. I managed to run 5 minutes straight two different times (with 5 minutes of walking in between.) Then I did 15 minutes of walking uphill at max incline. What felt like a million squats, a good core workout, and the 30 day ab challenge later, I’m already sore — but a good sore.