195.5
And today I tried Body Combat.
Here is a fun review (bad spelling and grammar aside) I read before I actually attended a class myself.
I enjoyed Body Pump immensely and was looking forward to another class that I could add to my list.
But I've got to say that I did not enjoy it at all. I am not a fan.
It seemed like it would be fun, but I started and I realized that I don't enjoy punching, kicking and jumping. I really like Turbo Jam, so it seemed like it would be close enough. Martial arts inspired workout, boxing-inspired workout. They do share many of the same elements.
But it's weird, I like punching the air and doing jabs in combination with moves that are kind of dance-based. I don't actually like hitting and kicking a bag or pillar. I don't enjoy making contact. It's jarring. And I'm really not an aggressive person. I don't like fighting and hitting. I never have.
And there were lots of squats.
And jumping.
Did I say there was jumping?
Too much jumping. The girls were not happy. My bra was not giving me the support I needed for all of that jumping. It was just not fun at all. I was going to stick it out for the hour, but I decided ten minutes in that it just wasn't worth the discomfort and overall dislike.
I left the classroom and finished out the hour on the treadmill. I could observe the rest of the class from the cardio room and there was nothing they did during the rest of the session that even remotely looked like anything I would have enjoyed. I actually would have rejoined the class in progress if there were segments that appealed to me.
Nope. Nada.
So, I don't consider myself a quitter. I tried it once and it's just not for me. It won't grow on me. It's just not my fitness flavor. There are enough other options that I don't even have to force myself to do something that I hate.
I plan to do Body Pump again tomorrow though.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Trying this Again....
195.5
Sigh...
This weight loss journey has been a struggle. One of the hardest challenges I have ever faced in my life.
Really.
For so many reasons, and none of them positive.
I don't even know where to begin to tell the story or if I even want to.
No. I am not undecided. I most definitely do not want to tell the tale, but I am starting over again.
I can hardly believe I started this blog two years ago and that I was so disgusted and fed up with the extra weight then, when it was what? 40 extra lbs? 145 lbs. total? I don't know. I have to look it up.
In any case, I topped out this week at 195.
Yep.
Fifty. Pounds. Later.
I'm 4'11. My Dad is 5'11. We weigh... the same... thing.
I didn't even blog about the day I went into the specialty bra shop (oh, yeah, we're in all new territory now - the girls got waa-aay outta control months ago!) and the fitting consultant informed me that I needed a 'K' cup. I knew the 'DDD' wasn't cutting it anymore and I was a-feared I would be in something ridiculous like an 'F' or a 'G'.
Nope. Bypassed them and H, I, and J.
Big breasts run in my family and I was a 'D' and then a 'DD' long before I had a weight problem. It was okay when I still had a 25 inch waist.
I couldn't believe it.
I really don't even want to know what my measurements are now. Not any of them.
I just want to look and feel like myself again. And be able to shop in the petite section and be able to reach for the S and the XS and not the 1X and XXL and actually wonder if they will fit and not be too small. It is a terrible blow to my self-esteem.
Every. Single. Time.
I refuse to get used to this and accept it as my new normal, so I have been really miserable and felt terribly unattractive for the better part of 3 years now, extremely so in the last 18 months.
As bad as I felt before when I was 40 - 50 lbs overweight, I think it is safe to say that I am now officially obese with 85 lbs to lose.
Like I said, we won't even focus on how I got here. I am determined not to look behind, but only to look forward and focus on what I am going to do to rectify this unfortunate situation.
Yesterday I joined a gym and tomorrow I start a new eating plan.
And there is nothing new about either of those things.
I had a gym membership when I began to get fat. In fact, my two year membership was just up in March of this year. Why didn't that work for me? I don't even feel like trying to analyze it.
And the new eating plan?
I've tried fasts and cleanses and Weight Watchers and NutriSystem and Medifast and my own little hobbled-together jack-leg hybrids of diets incorporating shakes and cereals and oatmeal and flax seed and various supplements and teas and frozen entrees by Healthy Choice and Lean Cuisine....
Sigh...
Why didn't those work? Any of them?
....So many reasons, and again, this round of blogs is not going to be about the self-analysis. I'm saving that for my personal handwritten, off-line journal.
So what am I going to post here?
I hope to post my record of success. At the very least I want to record my activity and progress.
Like today. What did I do today?
I went to the gym.
Twice.
I went for a 9 o'clock Body Pump class, which I thoroughly enjoyed. It was my very first session. There are all kinds of claims on the Internet about how many calories you burn in an hour. I've read everything from 250 to 600. I'm going for the low-to-moderate 300.
Hey! It's 300 more than I burned yesterday!
I absolutely love group fitness and that's why I re-joined a gym.
I have thirty-five fitness dvds if I have one. Winsor Pilates, Yoga Booty Ballet, Turbo Jam, Zumba, etc. And I've done them all. More than once too! More than 5 or 10 times, but there's something about knowing there's a class and scheduling time to show up to work out with a group and a live instructor that really can't be beat. Somehow I need that structure.
I would love to have a personal trainer, but that is not currently in the budget, so group fitness is the next best thing to keep me consistently motivated.
I ran errands (after I came home to shower and rest) and then I went back around 7:30 p.m. and did an hour on the treadmill.
I started out at a moderate 2.8 mph, so as not to overdo it, but I chose a random incline program and was able to keep my heart rate up between 145 and 165, which according to the diagram on the treadmill was the in optimal 75% to 85% I needed to acheive sustained fat-burn.
I covered a total of 2.91 miles including warm-up and cool down and if I can believe the digital readout, I burned 325 calories.
So I possibly burned as much as 625 additional calories today. I wasn't as vigilant about my nutrition as I should have been, but you had better believe that I do not intend to bust my hump at the gym 5 days a week only to undermine my efforts with poor eating habits.
Stay tuned.
Oh, yeah. I'll get around to posting about my hair at some point before the month is over. The 29th is 2.5 years locked! 30 months.
I am never more grateful for Sisterlocks than times when I get caught in a downpour and can go about my business unconcerned, or when I have had a really hard workout and I'm sweating from my scalp - both of which happened today.
All I had to do was come home, wash it in the shower and keep getting up!
Sisterlocks are the best.
Every time I long for my loose nappy hair (which I had been doing more and more of late) I remember the convenience and freedom I now have that cannot be acheived (for me) with any other hairstyle.
Sigh...
This weight loss journey has been a struggle. One of the hardest challenges I have ever faced in my life.
Really.
For so many reasons, and none of them positive.
I don't even know where to begin to tell the story or if I even want to.
No. I am not undecided. I most definitely do not want to tell the tale, but I am starting over again.
I can hardly believe I started this blog two years ago and that I was so disgusted and fed up with the extra weight then, when it was what? 40 extra lbs? 145 lbs. total? I don't know. I have to look it up.
In any case, I topped out this week at 195.
Yep.
Fifty. Pounds. Later.
I'm 4'11. My Dad is 5'11. We weigh... the same... thing.
I didn't even blog about the day I went into the specialty bra shop (oh, yeah, we're in all new territory now - the girls got waa-aay outta control months ago!) and the fitting consultant informed me that I needed a 'K' cup. I knew the 'DDD' wasn't cutting it anymore and I was a-feared I would be in something ridiculous like an 'F' or a 'G'.
Nope. Bypassed them and H, I, and J.
Big breasts run in my family and I was a 'D' and then a 'DD' long before I had a weight problem. It was okay when I still had a 25 inch waist.
I couldn't believe it.
I really don't even want to know what my measurements are now. Not any of them.
I just want to look and feel like myself again. And be able to shop in the petite section and be able to reach for the S and the XS and not the 1X and XXL and actually wonder if they will fit and not be too small. It is a terrible blow to my self-esteem.
Every. Single. Time.
I refuse to get used to this and accept it as my new normal, so I have been really miserable and felt terribly unattractive for the better part of 3 years now, extremely so in the last 18 months.
As bad as I felt before when I was 40 - 50 lbs overweight, I think it is safe to say that I am now officially obese with 85 lbs to lose.
Like I said, we won't even focus on how I got here. I am determined not to look behind, but only to look forward and focus on what I am going to do to rectify this unfortunate situation.
Yesterday I joined a gym and tomorrow I start a new eating plan.
And there is nothing new about either of those things.
I had a gym membership when I began to get fat. In fact, my two year membership was just up in March of this year. Why didn't that work for me? I don't even feel like trying to analyze it.
And the new eating plan?
I've tried fasts and cleanses and Weight Watchers and NutriSystem and Medifast and my own little hobbled-together jack-leg hybrids of diets incorporating shakes and cereals and oatmeal and flax seed and various supplements and teas and frozen entrees by Healthy Choice and Lean Cuisine....
Sigh...
Why didn't those work? Any of them?
....So many reasons, and again, this round of blogs is not going to be about the self-analysis. I'm saving that for my personal handwritten, off-line journal.
So what am I going to post here?
I hope to post my record of success. At the very least I want to record my activity and progress.
Like today. What did I do today?
I went to the gym.
Twice.
I went for a 9 o'clock Body Pump class, which I thoroughly enjoyed. It was my very first session. There are all kinds of claims on the Internet about how many calories you burn in an hour. I've read everything from 250 to 600. I'm going for the low-to-moderate 300.
Hey! It's 300 more than I burned yesterday!
I absolutely love group fitness and that's why I re-joined a gym.
I have thirty-five fitness dvds if I have one. Winsor Pilates, Yoga Booty Ballet, Turbo Jam, Zumba, etc. And I've done them all. More than once too! More than 5 or 10 times, but there's something about knowing there's a class and scheduling time to show up to work out with a group and a live instructor that really can't be beat. Somehow I need that structure.
I would love to have a personal trainer, but that is not currently in the budget, so group fitness is the next best thing to keep me consistently motivated.
I ran errands (after I came home to shower and rest) and then I went back around 7:30 p.m. and did an hour on the treadmill.
I started out at a moderate 2.8 mph, so as not to overdo it, but I chose a random incline program and was able to keep my heart rate up between 145 and 165, which according to the diagram on the treadmill was the in optimal 75% to 85% I needed to acheive sustained fat-burn.
I covered a total of 2.91 miles including warm-up and cool down and if I can believe the digital readout, I burned 325 calories.
So I possibly burned as much as 625 additional calories today. I wasn't as vigilant about my nutrition as I should have been, but you had better believe that I do not intend to bust my hump at the gym 5 days a week only to undermine my efforts with poor eating habits.
Stay tuned.
Oh, yeah. I'll get around to posting about my hair at some point before the month is over. The 29th is 2.5 years locked! 30 months.
I am never more grateful for Sisterlocks than times when I get caught in a downpour and can go about my business unconcerned, or when I have had a really hard workout and I'm sweating from my scalp - both of which happened today.
All I had to do was come home, wash it in the shower and keep getting up!
Sisterlocks are the best.
Every time I long for my loose nappy hair (which I had been doing more and more of late) I remember the convenience and freedom I now have that cannot be acheived (for me) with any other hairstyle.
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