Sunday, May 20, 2012

Get Up and Dance!

Until I found my way out of it, I never fully realized how held back I was by the way I used to live my life and the physical state I was in.   There is such a blessing in the hard work it is to constantly deny myself the food I want to eat and to push myself the way I do in the gym: the wonderful freedoms that are around every corner.   I don't think I could have truly appreciated them had I not experienced the cumbersome state of my former unhealthiness.  Reveling in this freedom is what keeps me pushing forward and makes every minute of this fight worth it.

This weekend I found the perfect place to revel: Wilmington's annual Greek Fest.   Let me back up for a minute to this time two years ago.  I was in the worst shape of my life and (unbeknown to me) about six months away from changing my life forever.   My husband and I headed out to the Greek Fest for the first time. It should have been a wonderful time but I honestly struggled even climbing on the trolley to head over to the event.   Not only that, at the time I couldn't walk very far or stand on my feet for any amount of time. I also couldn't handle warm temperatures very well...all traits that added up to having a miserable time at a spring festival.  I wanted to have a wonderful time, I wanted to walk around and see everything, I wanted to get up and dance the Greek dances with my husband.   None of those were an option for me at the time, and let me tell you, there is very little more depressing than watching what you wish was your life slide by.

Fast forward two years and many pounds lost later and I couldn't wait to head out to Greek Fest to celebrate my birthday with my husband and our great friends Millie (who's been by my side every step of the way, shedding pounds with me) and her husband Sergio.

Heading over on the trolley, feeling festive.
This year I knew I was going to enjoy myself very much and be able to do anything I wanted.  Our friend and Transformation Team member, Flo, was volunteering at the Fest and had promised to teach us the Greek dances.  Millie and I were totally excited and the husbands were, as always, along for whatever crazy ride we decide to take them on.  Everyone was starving so we sampled the food and vino first.

A toast to my girl! Love ya Millie!

The husband enjoying his lamb shank way too much!

We had an awesome time and hollered "Opa!" I don't know how many times.  Then it was time to work off our gyros with some Greek dancing.

Flo, Millie and I dancing round and round again.  It's blurry due to how fast we were going.
It felt exhilerating to hold the hands of my friends and my husband and dance round and round and round again to the wonderful music, knowing that two years before I sat as only an unhappy observer.  This time, my feet were light and my muscles endured for song after song (and Greek songs are not short by any means).  At the end of the dancing I was sweating, Step class style...the sign of a great workout!

If you're considering getting on a weight loss journey, or needing motivation to keep going or to start up again, take my advice and do it. Just do it.  It means the difference of sitting on the sidelines of your life or getting up and dancing.




Monday, May 14, 2012

Cold Showers And The Re-set Switch

A couple of days ago I discovered our hot water heater wasn't working the hard way by being blasted with an artic spray from the shower. Not my favorite way to wake up, I assure you.  After my teeth stopped chattering and my skin was no longer blue I began imagining the annoying process my husband would have to go through changing the elements out - and that was the best case scenario.   Shoes and coats and my collection of assorted tote bags and purses were hauled out of the hallway closet so that Eric could operate on the appliance, and miraculously after a few minutes of fiddling in the closet, it roared to life with a reassuring hiss of water being heated.  Grinning with with the joy that he could take a Sunday nap instead of spending hours worth of work on the water heater and a trip to the hardware store, Eric announced, "Just needed to flip the re-set switch!"

Wouldn't it be great if the same could be said of motivation?  Aren't we that have been on the journey for any amount of months in danger of becoming like the old hot water heater?  When we are first brand new and finding our first successes on the scales, we're fired up, full of heat, able to let the warmth flow on demand.  Then, over time and use, our temperature cools gradually...to the point that we may even cool off completely, letting those bad habits creep back in to decrease our temperature.  Sometimes there's a catalyst, a stressful situation or lack of results, that causes our breakers to trip.  What do we do then?

Simple: we clear out our closets.   We drag out not our collection of bags, shoes, and coats but rather our stresses, bad habits, and excuses.   We dig down past the clutter of life and find out what's wrong with our "machine."  Sometimes we simply need a re-set and sometimes we might need a little tinkering to make the machine work again...in the form of a nutrition over-haul or a mix-up of the workout routine.  

When an appliance stops working, we don't sit back and bemoan the reasons for it's malfunction.  We don't blame the appliance and resolve to live without it's services.  We simply repair or replace and move on with life.   Why can't we do the same for ourselves?   We don't resolve never to take a warm shower again when we know we can hit the re-set switch and be back in business.  The same can be said for getting back to business with weight loss, no matter if it's your first time re-setting your switch or the 575th.  The point is that you hit that switch.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

2nd 5K!

The first time I did a 5K, I woke up early on a nippy December morning, amped and ready to go.  The morning of my second 5K, Saturday morning, was the complete opposite.  I was sore all over from a hard workout week and dragging from the lack of sleep I'd gotten in the previous days of my being the night owl that I am.  Before I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but this time around I was already anticipating each step of the three mile journey ahead of me.

But, it was the first 5K held by my town's Strawberry Festival and my husband had agreed to do his first 5K by my side.  Yawning but resolved, I pinned on my number and gathered with my husband, several cousins, friends, church members, and neighbors to await the start of the race.

Once again, everyone struck out ahead of me and once again I asked myself, "what the heck am I doing out here?"  I can pretty much do anything I want these days in the gym and have tested my endurance successfully in several two-hour Zumba marathons....no easy task.  But a race like this always tends to put me in my place so to speak.  Resolving to put one foot in front of the other and concentrate on doing my own race and not worrying about the pace of those around me, I drew from the positive energy of my husband beside me and got on down the road.   I will say that when my grandparents pulled up next to us near the halfway point on their way to their usual breakfast spot, I thought a couple of times about jumping in with them.

Doing a 5K for me is very similar to the weight loss journey: when you start out you wonder what you're doing and why you're doing it; sometimes you see other people shoot out ahead of you but you can't worry about their pace, only your own; sometimes your feet hurt and it's hot and you grow weary and want to quit; sometimes there are twists and turns in the course you aren't suspecting; sometimes you lag behind but then sometimes you get your second wind and surprise yourself; you can grow the most weary when the finish line is in sight; but, crossing that finish line brings with it accomplishment, a feeling of power and joy and you're never sorry that you did it.
Crossing the finish line.

Me and the hubs at the finish.



Monday, May 7, 2012

Workout Example

By request here is one of the workout poker routines we did.  All you need is a set of free weights (medium weight) and a deck of cards:


  • Hearts: Push-up rotations (example)
  • Spades: Curl/press (with heavy weights)
  • Clubs: V-shaped crunches (example)
  • Diamonds: Squat kicks (example)
  • Jacks: Plank for 45 seconds
  • Queens: High knees for 45 seconds
  • Kings: Burpees for 45 seconds
  • Jokers: 5 body blasters  (can leave out or modify if needed; this is a hard one: example)
Whatever number comes up on the card that is dealt, you do that many of the exercise of the corresponding suit.  We counted aces as eleven.  The face cards are not rotations but rather the exercise indicated for the time indicated.  The object is to go through the entire deck.  You can swap out any of the exercises for others that hit the same muscle group. This gives a total body workout with cardio and strength included.

**Again, disclaimer:  I'm not a doctor, nutritionist, trainer, or expert. Everything I write about is simply based upon my experiences. Please talk to your doctor before you start any diet or exercise plan.

Friday, May 4, 2012

The Wal-Mart Workout

Inadvertently I got a great workout at Wal-Mart today.  Let me back up.  It's been a sweaty week between the increasing temperature outside and the increasing intensity of our workouts.  I sweated through Scuplt class, Step class, karate class, and three days of workout poker with my friends.  This, combined with the usual business of work and home, found me dragging myself into Wal-Mart tonight with my husband and our friends, dreading the task as any person in their right mind ought to.

Every muscle in my body hurt, but the cat was expecting to eat when we got home and Minters don't get rolling in the morning without at least two cups of coffee in our systems, and of course it's nice to have light bulbs so off to Wal-Mart we went. 

First off: light bulbs and groceries are in polar opposite corners of your average Super Wal-Mart so of course you're going to get your walking in.  Secondly, fill your cart up with enough groceries and you get a bit of resistance going on as you push it along your shopping adventure.  And we all know that the item you need is at the top of the shelf where you'd have to have NBA skills to reach normally, so there's your stretching.

Once you've gotten your heart rate up from the cart pushing and hike from groceries to garden center and you're all limbered up from reaching for the last case of Aquafina on the shelf, you can cruise on over to the sports aisle where more available free weights and kettle bells await you than at your average gym.  No need to wait for the pair of tens - Wal-Mart's got at least five pairs right there on the shelf for your bicep curling pleasure.   No, I'm not sneaking a workout Mr. Wal-Mart greater.  I'm just testing this kettle bell here to see how it handles on the squat swings. 

Then if you're feeling real squirrelly as we were tonight, you can swing by the toy section and try your skills on the hula hoop.  We spent at least 15 minutes hulaing on the toy aisle, and believe me: you will work up a sweat.

So, no gym membership, no problem.  Super Wal-Mart's open 24 hours.  You can check off that chore list and get a good calorie burn.  And hey, don't worry about showing up in your workout clothes. Track suits are all the rage at the local Wal-Mart.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Beating The Workout Boredom

Why do most people quit things?  Either one: it gets too hard, or two (and most likely): they get bored.  I was talking to my cousin tonight about how she hates the time she puts in on her elliptical machine at home and it got me thinking...I rarely go down to the gym, get on the elliptical or treadmill, and slave my time away. Why?  Because I think that's boring.  It might not be to some people, but it sure is to me.  That's why I rarely do it.   One thing I learned early on in this journey is that if something was boring or seemed like drudgery, the less I liked it, the less I would push myself, and the more I would dread it.  Dread something often enough and you'll stop doing it, that's why it became pretty clear to me that I was going to have to get creative with my workouts and also constantly switch them up.

One easy way to do that is by taking classes. This week we started Monday off with a challenging Sculpt class that left every major muscle group shaking with exhaustion.  Wednesday was our usual Step class that has been getting increasingly harder as the class's experience grows.  Marisa, our teacher, is throwing more complicated choreography at us and at one point I was convinced she was preparing us to become a touring dance troupe.  It was challenging but, because 99% of us have been doing that class for quite some time, we're ready to step it up.  Sure we were shaking our heads, going in the wrong direction at some point, and even running into each other, but by the time Marisa had said, "Let's take it from the top in one, two, three.." for what seemed like the fiftieth time, we had gotten the routine and everyone's faces, though red and sweaty, had the expression kids get when they finally get Algebra for the first time.

Tuesday found us in the group exercise room looking around at each other with blank faces and no plan of what we wanted to do.   Luckily, Amy had "Insanity" in her bag and thus became my first experience with that hard series of workouts.   It made me think back to when I first started working out and would observe the girls, who would eventually become my friends and workout buddies, head into the room to do "Insanity".  I would shake my head, convinced that I'd never be capable of doing it.  My how times have changed!

Today I had something new for my girls...a plan that later became known as Workout Poker.  What it consists of is this: you utilize a pack of playing cards and each suit represents a different body weight exercise and the number on the card reflects how many times you have to do it.  Then, each face card represents a different cardio exercise that you do for thirty seconds at a time.  To the jokers you assign a really hard exercise that engages the whole body and you do it for five repetitions.   Once you have the exercises assigned (and you want to make sure to hit the arms, legs and core) you simply deal the cards one at a time and work your way through the entire deck as fast as you can, taking as few breaks as possible.  It ends up being close to six hundred reps not counting the cardio portions.  All in all, one heck of a workout that feels like a game.  Even if you don't change the exercises each time you do it, you never have the same workout.

It's all about keeping things varied, fun (my girls all shudder when I say something is "fun" these days), and challenging.  You can use google and your creativity to make this happen for yourself or attend a class and let the pros do the thinking for you.  Or, like us, you can do a little bit of both.  Keeping things different every day ensures that you have fun, get seriously cross-trained, and achieve muscle confusion so that your body doesn't get used to what you're doing.  Save the same boring treadmill workout for hamsters on their wheels and think outside the box!

Friday, April 20, 2012

No More Salty Treats!

A couple of weeks ago my friend and workout buddy Millie was regretting eating some veggie chips and made a resolution to cut back on her carbs.  She looked at me and said, "No more salty treats!" I agreed.  We are both guilty of loving salty treats way too much.  We can pass over any amount of tempting desserts, but wave a basket of chips from our favorite Mexican place in front of us and we are in trouble.

Well they say you are what you eat and little did we know, we were about to become the salty treat today.  Looking out the window at the sunny day and sparkling water going on six floors below me, I quickly emailed the girls right before our workout time, telling them to bring their shades and water bottles with them to the gym. 

Heading out into the sunshine the weather felt amazing and the six of us left the emails, phone calls and meetings behind us as we headed for the river walk just two blocks down from the office and started in on one of our workouts that utilizes the benches and pilings of the boardwalk that runs along the Cape Fear River. 

We were into the second of a three circuit workout when the sun, that had become increasingly hotter and hotter with every rep, became only a secondary annoyance.   I was probably sixty in to the 100 bench dip circuit when I heard Becca beside me start to swat at something.  She'd do a few dips then have to stop every so often to shoo something away. 

Wondering what was up with that, I continued on with my dips only to be shortly overtaken by what felt like a zillion tiny bites.  Looking down at my arms, they seemed to be suddenly covered with tiny gray specks of biting annoyance.  Yep, as soon as we had broken a sweat we had attracted the attention of the barely visible flying terror known around here as the "no-see-em".  We had become the salty treats!

Now, we're no wimps.  We're out to get our workouts done every day and genuinely push ourselves to our limits, but those bugs combined with the heat pushed us to the brink. We scurried back to the climate controlled loveliness of the gym and finished out with some weights and abs.

So it seems that Millie's advice of "no more salty treats" is practical in two ways:  both eating them and becoming them.   It's awesome to work up a good sweat, but when no-see-ems are around, a change of location is definitely in order.