Yee Gawd

Oh My Behind.

This evening I did my first RPM session in forever and my butt is not pleased.  Not one bit.

But I’m not giving up!  I’ve settled down for the evening, with a big tea-for-one mug o’ chamomile goodness and a credit card ready to buy some padded shorts.

Look how pretty it is!

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(the teapot/mug combo, not the credit card – obviously)

My Plan

Tonight I posted my 100th #100happydays photo to Instagram.  It wasn’t a well thought out photo.  It wasn’t posed for.  There was no planning, staging or even smiling.  It’s a terrible photo.  Taken while walking out of the gym, in poor lighting, on my phone.

It was a screenshot of a snapchat I’d sent to a few friends on my way home:

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See – terrible.

But I’m so proud, it’s not funny.  Proud of the photo.  Proud of the PB.  Proud that I got through the whole 100 days.  I started something and I finished it!

And it’s the boost I needed to get back on track.

There is a fire under my butt now, and Im going to make the most of it.

I have my regular PT session tomorrow, an RPM (spin) class booked for Thursday, and another one in mind for Saturday morning.

Curbing my eating is going to be the hard part – eventually I want to be back eating sugar-free, but Im taking baby steps to get back there.  No cold turkey, or I’ll never get there.  It helps that one of my new colleagues is doing the plan at the moment – company in (the initial) misery!

So here’s to a better July!

First Bench Press, Bitches!

I’ve been training with Cath for a while, but only today have I tried my first bench press.  Was it a success?  Well, I don’t know – what does success look like?

…it was just the 20kg bar (it’s a well known fact that I have little to no upper body strength).  But it was a heavier weight than I’d ever lifted before… is that success?

…my trainer only had to say “Oi, don’t just let it sit on your boobs!” once… is that success?

…I struggled to lift my drink bottle to my mouth afterwards… is that success?

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I tried something new today – wasn’t very good at it – but I’m keen to try again (and again, and again) to get better.   I’d say that that was success.

So yes, a very successful evening overall.

Flattery Will Get You Everywhere

20140418-225451.jpgCompliments can be hard to take, but they go a long way.

This week I went into a local Bendon Lingerie store on the spur of the moment. Shopping is comforting – just like eating can be. When it’s buying pretty things and they’re on sale, I’m already sold.

I was already buying stuff when the shop assistant came over to see if I was alright. Seeing what I had, she kindly told me that no, no the large will be far too big, and swapped a pair of bottoms for a medium.

Oh Lordy, did that make me smile. An honest, genuine pointer that I should get a smaller size.

No perceived back-handed compliment; no oh, you’ve lost weight!

This was from a woman who had never met me before, who had nothing to measure old-me against, and it made me feel fantastic.

What have strangers done recently that made you feel good about yourself?

One of the Best Decisions I Ever Made

Signing up for regular personal training sessions was one of the best decisions I have ever made.  It’s right up there with deciding to take my health into my own hands.  Of course, one wouldn’t have happened without the other.

We are our decisions.  The good ones, and the bad.

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Together, they all add up – hopefully, with the good ones outnumbering the bad.

But when you make a really good one – and follow through with it – you get a bucketload of sweet life bonus points that torpedoes you toward your ultimate goal.

To be healthy.
To be fit.

To take charge of my own life, and make it what I want, rather than let things just happen to me.

Personal training has been so empowering.
The weight and measurement changes are a happy bonus.

I’m using free weights on my own now – something that terrified me to do with the trainer when I started.  I’m learning to read my body, understand correct form, and have the confidence in myself to know when I can (and can’t) do something.

I have core strength.  Long have I ignored my core.
Ab work?  What’s the point when I have a hefty 10kg to budge?  
A strong core helps everything work better.  Those free weights… can’t handle those babies without decent core work, too.

And I’m a giant sweaty sweat monster at the end of every session now.  Every session.
Previously, nada.  Nothing.  Vilch.

Sweaty, and wobbly legged, I leave every session feeling like I’ve done a job well done.
Like I’m another step closer to my ultimate goal.
Like I’m on top of the world.

These training sessions give me confidence, endorphins, and a reason to be proud of myself.
Worth every penny.

I’d even go as far as to say priceless.