The alarm goes off.
I get up.
Stumble to the closet to get dressed.
Slip on my Nike's.
Walk to the bathroom to wash my face and finish getting ready.
Holy crap, where are my pants?
I forgot to put on pants.
That was the start of my day. One would think I'd remember pants, but I keep my expectations low at 4am. It was going to be a Dunkin-Donuts-coffee kind of morning....naturally.
It was an entertaining morning with clients. I got the finger at 7:30 and knew it would be another fun-filled day in the gym. Its funny how some people will complain right and left, curse, and even threaten my life a few times in a 60 minute span, and then others would run sprints through highway traffic if I asked them to. Somewhere in the middle would be great. I honestly don't mind complaining as long as you get it done. Its the ones who complain about working hard, then don't, and then complain about not seeing results. But a few moans and groans here and there really don't bother me. I would be lying if I said I walked into my workout everyday with a skip in my step and a giddy smile on my face. What a sight. Give me a drug test if that ever happens. Then call my mom. She'd freak so it would be worth it.
My back/tricep workout today went well, and even the cardio afterward felt pretty good. Shocking, I know. But honestly, my glutes and hamstrings feel like someone caned me in my sleep. They are beyond sore, so the first 15 minutes on incline 14 was a little brutal, but after that it was a drunken blur, things went numb, and I was in the zone. Well, me, Lil Wayne, Pink, Beyonce,...it was one big party.
This post is short. Its almost 10 and I am tired. I'll have more tomorrow and perhaps some things-to-ponder for the weekend. Ah the anticipation...
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Silent Game...By Myself...I Win
Normally I have jazz or singers/swing music going right now (secret obsession), but today I am on noise-overload. I don't even like the sound of my computer keys. Now the phone is ringing. Awesome timing,...I just may rip it from the wall and slingshot it into another yard. And yes, I already have one in mind. The yard art already crossed my line of decency at the fake rooster, so what the heck add a phone in there and make it neomodern.
Oh speaking of, I have 24 hours to move my trashcan because its an "eye sore". I got the notice 3 weeks ago. The deadline is May 31st. Its not like its sitting in the middle of the lawn....its blocked from view because of Ryan's SUV. That thing is the eye sore. My God, it just looks guilty....5 bucks says that the other 95% of people who drive that same vehicle have a criminal record or wear orange and have not seen their car since '03. He's had it for years and did the whole window tint/bass system/rims thing that every 18 year old idiot male does in an effort to be cool. Oh he was cool alright. Now all he has to show for it is a wife that hates it and a high probability he'll be profiled on the highway.
For those of you who know us, you know I'm right.
Back to the trashcan thing,...I'm just venting. BUT, I would like to send out a few "eye sore" notices myself...starting with a fake rooster.
My work day started with 3 teenage boys and a coffee surge like no other. I was running through Harris Teeter at 5:15 to get a cake. I should not be allowed in public before 7. Pretty sure I looked like a criminal on a security cam somewhere. Today was Brian's 35th birthday and so of course we needed a little sugar to acknowledge the old fart. I can say that only because I will always be younger than him. What a friend and employee I am, I know. Happy Birthday B!
It was a rainy morning so most people certainly did not feel like working out. Fine, I get it. But do it anyway. Everyone left tired, but feeling accomplished...check and check. Don't even give yourself the option of not doing it....unless you're vomiting or bleeding internally. Then ok, I understand. Otherwise, just start moving and give yourself 10-15 minutes to get into it. You don't have to love every second. Boy was I reminded of that today. A client looked me square in the eyes and without a smirk just professed her hatred towards me in that moment. Eh,...I was just amazed it wasn't laced with profanity by that point.
Workout today was legs. A couple of supersets and a lot of glute/hamstring work. Going to the bathroom tomorrow just might force me to invent an easier way. When sore hamstrings hit a horizontal surface you quickly realize that standing really isn't all that bad. I was pleased with my weights, rest time between sets, and total volume. Tomorrow is back and triceps....big day.
I am literally nodding off right now. Exhausted. I fell asleep sitting straight up today for about 20 minutes. I may have drooled, not sure. This was the view at 1:30pm...when I was either going to take a nap or bang my head against the wall...
Banging my head against the wall required getting up,...so I opted for a nap.
Ok, another hump day down, Thursday here we go. Give it all you got folks...make it count.
Oh speaking of, I have 24 hours to move my trashcan because its an "eye sore". I got the notice 3 weeks ago. The deadline is May 31st. Its not like its sitting in the middle of the lawn....its blocked from view because of Ryan's SUV. That thing is the eye sore. My God, it just looks guilty....5 bucks says that the other 95% of people who drive that same vehicle have a criminal record or wear orange and have not seen their car since '03. He's had it for years and did the whole window tint/bass system/rims thing that every 18 year old idiot male does in an effort to be cool. Oh he was cool alright. Now all he has to show for it is a wife that hates it and a high probability he'll be profiled on the highway.
For those of you who know us, you know I'm right.
Back to the trashcan thing,...I'm just venting. BUT, I would like to send out a few "eye sore" notices myself...starting with a fake rooster.
My work day started with 3 teenage boys and a coffee surge like no other. I was running through Harris Teeter at 5:15 to get a cake. I should not be allowed in public before 7. Pretty sure I looked like a criminal on a security cam somewhere. Today was Brian's 35th birthday and so of course we needed a little sugar to acknowledge the old fart. I can say that only because I will always be younger than him. What a friend and employee I am, I know. Happy Birthday B!
It was a rainy morning so most people certainly did not feel like working out. Fine, I get it. But do it anyway. Everyone left tired, but feeling accomplished...check and check. Don't even give yourself the option of not doing it....unless you're vomiting or bleeding internally. Then ok, I understand. Otherwise, just start moving and give yourself 10-15 minutes to get into it. You don't have to love every second. Boy was I reminded of that today. A client looked me square in the eyes and without a smirk just professed her hatred towards me in that moment. Eh,...I was just amazed it wasn't laced with profanity by that point.
Workout today was legs. A couple of supersets and a lot of glute/hamstring work. Going to the bathroom tomorrow just might force me to invent an easier way. When sore hamstrings hit a horizontal surface you quickly realize that standing really isn't all that bad. I was pleased with my weights, rest time between sets, and total volume. Tomorrow is back and triceps....big day.
I am literally nodding off right now. Exhausted. I fell asleep sitting straight up today for about 20 minutes. I may have drooled, not sure. This was the view at 1:30pm...when I was either going to take a nap or bang my head against the wall...
Ok, another hump day down, Thursday here we go. Give it all you got folks...make it count.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Early Morning Brutality
My Tuesday began at 3:30 this morning when I woke up from a dream that my best friend and I were battling with light sabers in the middle of Times Square. Don't ask. My dreams make no sense, but darned if I don't wake up laughing, crying, standing on the bed, or practically speaking Portuguese. This morning I woke up in a sweat from the ridiculous futuristic-larping episode that evidently just took place. At that point, the day was rolling and I needed to just get up and go with it.
As predicted, several clients stumbled in from a weekend of crappy food and booze. It was a rude awakening for some, and one guy had the nerve to look at me, hungover, and say "Meredith, I need you to focus more on losing this (as he grabs his gut)". I couldn't help but laugh at him because this is about the 3rd conversation we've had about his I-want-a-6-pack-but-not-willing-to-lay-down-the-6-pack attitude. I had to use a more direct strategy to communicate my point. Thus, I got a little louder and s-l-o-w-l-y explained once again that NO amount of working out or certain exercises makes up for a poor diet and chugging alcohol like water. That was the nice, edited version....it sounded slightly different. I think he got the point.
Don't blame a workout program or trainer if you're not going to do your homework in between. You spend over 90% of your time outside of the gym....think about it...
Well, my workout today was great. Honestly, I was in a serious zone that any pothead would have paid good money for. My workouts have to be on point for the next 5 weeks in preparation for this photoshoot. I'm at my last 1.5% of bodyfat to go, so it will literally be the biggest pain in the ass to get rid of. Too bad its not in my breasts. I shed that particular 1.5% by 10th grade. The day I buy a bigger bra will be the day Jesus returns and steals the show...
9:00 already and I need to get some sleep before leg day tomorrow. And in other big news....1 month til my birthday. I get more pumped about birthdays than most 6 year olds. It will officially be the last year of my twenties and I plan to make it epic. And by epic I mean stay up past 10. Living life in the fast lane...
As predicted, several clients stumbled in from a weekend of crappy food and booze. It was a rude awakening for some, and one guy had the nerve to look at me, hungover, and say "Meredith, I need you to focus more on losing this (as he grabs his gut)". I couldn't help but laugh at him because this is about the 3rd conversation we've had about his I-want-a-6-pack-but-not-willing-to-lay-down-the-6-pack attitude. I had to use a more direct strategy to communicate my point. Thus, I got a little louder and s-l-o-w-l-y explained once again that NO amount of working out or certain exercises makes up for a poor diet and chugging alcohol like water. That was the nice, edited version....it sounded slightly different. I think he got the point.
Don't blame a workout program or trainer if you're not going to do your homework in between. You spend over 90% of your time outside of the gym....think about it...
Well, my workout today was great. Honestly, I was in a serious zone that any pothead would have paid good money for. My workouts have to be on point for the next 5 weeks in preparation for this photoshoot. I'm at my last 1.5% of bodyfat to go, so it will literally be the biggest pain in the ass to get rid of. Too bad its not in my breasts. I shed that particular 1.5% by 10th grade. The day I buy a bigger bra will be the day Jesus returns and steals the show...
9:00 already and I need to get some sleep before leg day tomorrow. And in other big news....1 month til my birthday. I get more pumped about birthdays than most 6 year olds. It will officially be the last year of my twenties and I plan to make it epic. And by epic I mean stay up past 10. Living life in the fast lane...
Monday, May 28, 2012
Sweaty Flips and Cat Vom
It feels like Sunday night.
I just finished making my meals for the week, and made my husband's as well. It was a nutritional-intervention. Ever since the wedding weekend away, he's been eating like he wants diabetes by early June. No, he won't eat like me, but a few minor changes here and there and we just saved his pancreas. You're welcome Falcon.
I should have slept in later than I did, but Oscar was whining like a 2 year old, and I was having a coffee-itch. It wasn't even 30 minutes later and my feet were sweating from the caffeine. Ridiculous. Nothing new though,...when I took dance/acrobatics in elementary school I was the only person who had to wear my jazz shoes on the mat because my sweaty feet would slip. There's got to be something wrong with that. Despite how awkward it felt, I certainly didn't want to explain to my schoolmates that I suffered a concussion from a front handspring attempt with sweaty feet. Screw that. I'd rather be the odd ball with shoes on but nailing jumps and flips like the beast I thought I was in 1994.
Now here I am,....still sweating.
So my guess is that many of you had a relaxing weekend at the beach, lake, or stuck in your house staring at your spouse wondering why they have to leave crap everywhere. Just me? Awesome. I'm sure several clients tomorrow will stroll in muttering the common early week theme of I've got to get back on track! or I was sooo bad this weekend Meredith, I have no self-control! Those are pretty popular Monday/Tuesday groans. But I don't think the problem starts on the weekend. It actually begins the week before. Too often people restrict themselves all week and then the floodgates open on the weekends and they go nuts,...and so the cycle comtinues. Problem is that they haven't put together a plan that is actually doable and a lifestyle that fits them. Every diet should not look the same. We all have different tastes and schedules, BUT we can all eat healthy within our differences. Period. So here's a few tips you can start NOW in preparation for the week/weekend so you're not beating yourself up next Monday.
* Prepare as many meals/snacks in advance to take to work or have on hand so you don't even have to spend extra time in the pantry to then ultimately make a poor decision because you're starving by that point!
Even if its just your lunch for the next 2 days, get in the habit of making it yourself. Keep it as natural as possible with fruit, veggies, whole grains, and lean meats.
* Plan for 1 night on the weekend to be your "splurge" night. You can have whatever meal you'd like, but truly plan for it and mark on your calendar. That way you'll be more motivated to eat healthy throughout the week because you have that day planned in advanced. AND you'll be less likely to make it an entire weekend of splurges if you know its only for one evening.
* Mark your calendar to exercise the day after your splurge night. This will help prevent that feeling of well, I just ate a bunch of crap so I might as well sit here and sulk about it until Monday. Get over it, get moving, its a new day.
Notice a trend? P-L-A-N-N-I-N-G. What a concept. ;)
Yes it takes time, but being unhealthy and out of shape is inconvenient and not worth it. No excuses. You're worth the extra 30 minutes in the kitchen.
So, my plans to be at the pool today completely changed and I ended up running errands and then napping on the couch. I was exhausted by 5pm to the point I was dizzy. Next thing I know I'm spooning a pillow on the couch and talking in the my sleep. I could have laid there for hours, but I was rudely awakened by the sound of Oscar regurgitating his dinner in the middle of the living room. I love how that little crackhead ran from the hardwood floor to the carpet...as if having me clean up vomit off of wooden floors wasn't enough. I love my cat, I do. But when he throws up I find myself bypassing any feelings of sympathy and instead, wonder why he can't associate vomit with a toilet and figure it out from there. Evidently my expectations are too high.
Well, its about that time. I've written a book and now I need to get ready for a long Tuesday. Night folks!
I just finished making my meals for the week, and made my husband's as well. It was a nutritional-intervention. Ever since the wedding weekend away, he's been eating like he wants diabetes by early June. No, he won't eat like me, but a few minor changes here and there and we just saved his pancreas. You're welcome Falcon.
I should have slept in later than I did, but Oscar was whining like a 2 year old, and I was having a coffee-itch. It wasn't even 30 minutes later and my feet were sweating from the caffeine. Ridiculous. Nothing new though,...when I took dance/acrobatics in elementary school I was the only person who had to wear my jazz shoes on the mat because my sweaty feet would slip. There's got to be something wrong with that. Despite how awkward it felt, I certainly didn't want to explain to my schoolmates that I suffered a concussion from a front handspring attempt with sweaty feet. Screw that. I'd rather be the odd ball with shoes on but nailing jumps and flips like the beast I thought I was in 1994.
Now here I am,....still sweating.
So my guess is that many of you had a relaxing weekend at the beach, lake, or stuck in your house staring at your spouse wondering why they have to leave crap everywhere. Just me? Awesome. I'm sure several clients tomorrow will stroll in muttering the common early week theme of I've got to get back on track! or I was sooo bad this weekend Meredith, I have no self-control! Those are pretty popular Monday/Tuesday groans. But I don't think the problem starts on the weekend. It actually begins the week before. Too often people restrict themselves all week and then the floodgates open on the weekends and they go nuts,...and so the cycle comtinues. Problem is that they haven't put together a plan that is actually doable and a lifestyle that fits them. Every diet should not look the same. We all have different tastes and schedules, BUT we can all eat healthy within our differences. Period. So here's a few tips you can start NOW in preparation for the week/weekend so you're not beating yourself up next Monday.
* Prepare as many meals/snacks in advance to take to work or have on hand so you don't even have to spend extra time in the pantry to then ultimately make a poor decision because you're starving by that point!
Even if its just your lunch for the next 2 days, get in the habit of making it yourself. Keep it as natural as possible with fruit, veggies, whole grains, and lean meats.
* Plan for 1 night on the weekend to be your "splurge" night. You can have whatever meal you'd like, but truly plan for it and mark on your calendar. That way you'll be more motivated to eat healthy throughout the week because you have that day planned in advanced. AND you'll be less likely to make it an entire weekend of splurges if you know its only for one evening.
* Mark your calendar to exercise the day after your splurge night. This will help prevent that feeling of well, I just ate a bunch of crap so I might as well sit here and sulk about it until Monday. Get over it, get moving, its a new day.
Notice a trend? P-L-A-N-N-I-N-G. What a concept. ;)
Yes it takes time, but being unhealthy and out of shape is inconvenient and not worth it. No excuses. You're worth the extra 30 minutes in the kitchen.
So, my plans to be at the pool today completely changed and I ended up running errands and then napping on the couch. I was exhausted by 5pm to the point I was dizzy. Next thing I know I'm spooning a pillow on the couch and talking in the my sleep. I could have laid there for hours, but I was rudely awakened by the sound of Oscar regurgitating his dinner in the middle of the living room. I love how that little crackhead ran from the hardwood floor to the carpet...as if having me clean up vomit off of wooden floors wasn't enough. I love my cat, I do. But when he throws up I find myself bypassing any feelings of sympathy and instead, wonder why he can't associate vomit with a toilet and figure it out from there. Evidently my expectations are too high.
Well, its about that time. I've written a book and now I need to get ready for a long Tuesday. Night folks!
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Shoe Shopping With Ray Lewis
Sunday night sit-down.
I can't believe its Sunday night already and here I am staring at a stack of paper work and a ground turkey concoction that resembles a compost pile. But oh so good.
The weekend was pretty low-key,...which was much needed after a long week that began with me leaving my sanity somewhere in the Atlanta airport. I spent plenty of time organizing, cleaning, and satisfying every OCD need I have. Speaking of, I cleaned out my closet and got rid of 12 pairs of shoes. Normally, this would be a big deal for the average wardrobe. But being the shoe whore I am, it was the equivalent of FEMA sending a blanket to New Orleans.
Just one.
And lets be honest, it just made room for more.
And while I'm on the subject of shoes, I had one heck of a retail experience on Saturday. SO, I'm in DSW (a shoe hoarder's dream), when out of the corner of my eye I see this kid (about 9 or 10 years old) slowly jogging towards the back of the store. At first, I don't pay much attention because its Saturday and pretty much every store is packed with kids acting like they've never been in public before and immediately feel the need to run, scream, or cry profusely. But then I notice a second kid apparently chasing him and all of a sudden pulls a Ray Lewis move on kid #1 and takes him out right there in the middle of the store. Amazingly, no one seemed concerned that an ESPN Top 10 play was taking place, but I didn't move either so I pass no judgment. Kid #2 (the Assassin), leaps up and runs out of the store, while kid #1 limps behind trying to catch up. That scene in itself was enough to keep me entertained, but the best part was that the Assassin was decked out in full football attire...uniform, cleats, pads, and helmet. Kid #1 didn't stand a chance. He attacked him like a Little Debbie. THAT'S what made the whole thing hilarious, and being that no one was bleeding, I didn't feel too bad about not doing anything.
I was just mad I didn't have my camera ready.
Well, cardio was bearable this weekend, but I am definitely looking forward to weights tomorrow. I'll hit chest and biceps. Then its pool time where I'll probably witness more child madness and be popping birth control like Pez by 3pm. Nothing like an eventful Memorial Day.
Alright, I've got more work to do before bed. Have a wonderful Monday-vacation people!
I can't believe its Sunday night already and here I am staring at a stack of paper work and a ground turkey concoction that resembles a compost pile. But oh so good.
The weekend was pretty low-key,...which was much needed after a long week that began with me leaving my sanity somewhere in the Atlanta airport. I spent plenty of time organizing, cleaning, and satisfying every OCD need I have. Speaking of, I cleaned out my closet and got rid of 12 pairs of shoes. Normally, this would be a big deal for the average wardrobe. But being the shoe whore I am, it was the equivalent of FEMA sending a blanket to New Orleans.
Just one.
And lets be honest, it just made room for more.
And while I'm on the subject of shoes, I had one heck of a retail experience on Saturday. SO, I'm in DSW (a shoe hoarder's dream), when out of the corner of my eye I see this kid (about 9 or 10 years old) slowly jogging towards the back of the store. At first, I don't pay much attention because its Saturday and pretty much every store is packed with kids acting like they've never been in public before and immediately feel the need to run, scream, or cry profusely. But then I notice a second kid apparently chasing him and all of a sudden pulls a Ray Lewis move on kid #1 and takes him out right there in the middle of the store. Amazingly, no one seemed concerned that an ESPN Top 10 play was taking place, but I didn't move either so I pass no judgment. Kid #2 (the Assassin), leaps up and runs out of the store, while kid #1 limps behind trying to catch up. That scene in itself was enough to keep me entertained, but the best part was that the Assassin was decked out in full football attire...uniform, cleats, pads, and helmet. Kid #1 didn't stand a chance. He attacked him like a Little Debbie. THAT'S what made the whole thing hilarious, and being that no one was bleeding, I didn't feel too bad about not doing anything.
I was just mad I didn't have my camera ready.
Well, cardio was bearable this weekend, but I am definitely looking forward to weights tomorrow. I'll hit chest and biceps. Then its pool time where I'll probably witness more child madness and be popping birth control like Pez by 3pm. Nothing like an eventful Memorial Day.
Alright, I've got more work to do before bed. Have a wonderful Monday-vacation people!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Domestic Violence and 9 Buck Coffee
Just sat down to dinner. House smells like salmon. Cat going nuts. This is my Thursday night in a nutshell.
Last night I went to bed thinking that when the alarm goes off at 4:16 I might just punch someone. Unfortunately for him, my husband would be the only person within arms reach. Pretty sure that's domestic violence....even in Mebane.
I woke up in a fog and stumbled to the bathroom as most people would....sober...before 5am. It was going to be a long day.
My drive to work proved to be amazing. Two words: Dunkin Donuts. No, I'm not referring to the fried dough...even with a sweet tooth, I've never been a big fan of donuts. Wedding cake = another story. I am talking about the coffee. Dear sweet God I was coffee drunk by 5:32am. I've heard people rave about their coffee, but I've never taken the plunge to try the original blend for 9 bucks. During the week I keep Maxwell House in business. BUT, I happen to buy a bag to try. I had a coupon. For the record, I used ONE coupon, not 10 or an entire notebook full. One. Extreme couponing is horrible. It angers me more than it should because I always get stuck behind that one nut-job freaking out over saving 40 cents. Meanwhile, I'm losing seconds off my life watching this circus act as my milk goes bad. Just know that if you whip out the scrapbook of clippings in the checkout line, everyone pretty much hates you.
I get carried away.
Long story short, the coffee rocked my morning and I was sad when I drank the last sip. Emotional low point of my day was finishing coffee.....ridiculous.
Workout today was legs and core. I was pleased with the weights and included several supersets that made me want my mama. I was a total meathead fest with me, Brian, Garrett, Jacob, and David. I've never really lifted with females come to think of it. In college I was always in the back with the guys while the vagina-cardio-convention was held on the elipticals. They fell victim to the "I'm-going-to-look-like-a-dude-if-I-touch-a-dumbbell" mentality. Ugh,...I still deal with that sometimes with females even now more than I'd like to. Its a horrible misconception that leaves women literally running circles trying to get in shape and achieve the physique they desire. Its crap. Throw it out.
A client texted me today to tell me her fitness goals for the weekend and her cardio accomplishment of the day. I was thrilled. And truly, I was touched that she was excited to tell me. She is slowly but surely turning her life around and fostering genuine self-love in the process. Its awesome. Another highlight of my day.
The last highlight of my day came when I was on the phone with my mom. She made an analogy involving herpes and I nearly ran off the road. It was so far from her sense of humor (more like mine honestly), and I laughed until I cried. I was so proud. Well done mom, well done.
Friday is almost here and I have big plans of working out, cleaning, and working in my garden. I will probably say about 5 words all day, which will be fine. I need some down time. Have a great night folks and get ready for the weekend.
I'll have a few words about staying on track Sat-Sun tomorrow....until we meet again....niiiight!
Last night I went to bed thinking that when the alarm goes off at 4:16 I might just punch someone. Unfortunately for him, my husband would be the only person within arms reach. Pretty sure that's domestic violence....even in Mebane.
I woke up in a fog and stumbled to the bathroom as most people would....sober...before 5am. It was going to be a long day.
My drive to work proved to be amazing. Two words: Dunkin Donuts. No, I'm not referring to the fried dough...even with a sweet tooth, I've never been a big fan of donuts. Wedding cake = another story. I am talking about the coffee. Dear sweet God I was coffee drunk by 5:32am. I've heard people rave about their coffee, but I've never taken the plunge to try the original blend for 9 bucks. During the week I keep Maxwell House in business. BUT, I happen to buy a bag to try. I had a coupon. For the record, I used ONE coupon, not 10 or an entire notebook full. One. Extreme couponing is horrible. It angers me more than it should because I always get stuck behind that one nut-job freaking out over saving 40 cents. Meanwhile, I'm losing seconds off my life watching this circus act as my milk goes bad. Just know that if you whip out the scrapbook of clippings in the checkout line, everyone pretty much hates you.
I get carried away.
Long story short, the coffee rocked my morning and I was sad when I drank the last sip. Emotional low point of my day was finishing coffee.....ridiculous.
Workout today was legs and core. I was pleased with the weights and included several supersets that made me want my mama. I was a total meathead fest with me, Brian, Garrett, Jacob, and David. I've never really lifted with females come to think of it. In college I was always in the back with the guys while the vagina-cardio-convention was held on the elipticals. They fell victim to the "I'm-going-to-look-like-a-dude-if-I-touch-a-dumbbell" mentality. Ugh,...I still deal with that sometimes with females even now more than I'd like to. Its a horrible misconception that leaves women literally running circles trying to get in shape and achieve the physique they desire. Its crap. Throw it out.
A client texted me today to tell me her fitness goals for the weekend and her cardio accomplishment of the day. I was thrilled. And truly, I was touched that she was excited to tell me. She is slowly but surely turning her life around and fostering genuine self-love in the process. Its awesome. Another highlight of my day.
The last highlight of my day came when I was on the phone with my mom. She made an analogy involving herpes and I nearly ran off the road. It was so far from her sense of humor (more like mine honestly), and I laughed until I cried. I was so proud. Well done mom, well done.
Friday is almost here and I have big plans of working out, cleaning, and working in my garden. I will probably say about 5 words all day, which will be fine. I need some down time. Have a great night folks and get ready for the weekend.
I'll have a few words about staying on track Sat-Sun tomorrow....until we meet again....niiiight!
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Look Ma, No Pants!
Starting this at 8:47. There is no telling what may hit the page...
It was a long day that had me confused from the very beginning. Being that I missed Monday due to traveling, today felt like Tuesday and I was wandering like a nomad all day trying to figure out what the heck was going on. After work I called my mom, which I always do on my way home, and instead of picking up and being her happy-crackhead-self, she goes "Why are you calling right now?". Love you too mom. I normally don't call on Wednesdays because their at church, and today she just happened to be home with a migraine...meanwhile I was traveling I-40 convinced its Tuesday. It all caught me off-guard. After a 21 minute conversation her headache was either gone or I made it worse and she simply didn't have the heart to tell me. My bet is on the latter...
A client brought me a Yiddish shirt today. A few weeks ago I wrote about a Jewish client who wore a t-shirt that said "Got chutzpah?" and I thought it was the funniest thing. Well, today he comes strolling in with one for me! Made my day. However he did say that if I needed a larger one, he could get it for me. He clearly wasn't referring to my chest. Anywho, I now own a Jewish shirt. Happy hump day to me.
It almost looks like I don't have pants on. Awesome.
To say I was d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g today would be an understatement. I still have not recovered since the last 2 weeks of craziness, and today was no different. It was a busy morning which rolled into a 40 minute lifting session,...then I have to leave for an appointment,...then come back to jump on the treadmill for 40 minutes before quickly showering and getting ready for my afternoon crowd. Splitting up my workout is not on my list of top 10 things to do, but some days are just nuts and you do what you have to do. My legs are tired which means tomorrow's leg day will suck. My mom hates that word. She also hates the word crap. When I was 9 I asked her if I could say "crap" around the house (since it was the closest thing to cursing I could justify at that point), and she suggested I pray about it. I went to the laundry closet, (praying on dirty underwear is not normal by the way), and came out 5 minutes later. I told her that Jesus said as long as I don't say it to Him, its fine.
Explains quite a bit.
Pretty sure that was the beginning of many "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed in you Meredith" moments.
Ok, it was a chicken-and-lots-of-greens kind of night, and now its time for bed. Productive day,...a new one awaits. Bring your A-game folks....no excuses.
Oh,...and photoshoot officially scheduled for July....game time. :)
It was a long day that had me confused from the very beginning. Being that I missed Monday due to traveling, today felt like Tuesday and I was wandering like a nomad all day trying to figure out what the heck was going on. After work I called my mom, which I always do on my way home, and instead of picking up and being her happy-crackhead-self, she goes "Why are you calling right now?". Love you too mom. I normally don't call on Wednesdays because their at church, and today she just happened to be home with a migraine...meanwhile I was traveling I-40 convinced its Tuesday. It all caught me off-guard. After a 21 minute conversation her headache was either gone or I made it worse and she simply didn't have the heart to tell me. My bet is on the latter...
A client brought me a Yiddish shirt today. A few weeks ago I wrote about a Jewish client who wore a t-shirt that said "Got chutzpah?" and I thought it was the funniest thing. Well, today he comes strolling in with one for me! Made my day. However he did say that if I needed a larger one, he could get it for me. He clearly wasn't referring to my chest. Anywho, I now own a Jewish shirt. Happy hump day to me.
To say I was d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g today would be an understatement. I still have not recovered since the last 2 weeks of craziness, and today was no different. It was a busy morning which rolled into a 40 minute lifting session,...then I have to leave for an appointment,...then come back to jump on the treadmill for 40 minutes before quickly showering and getting ready for my afternoon crowd. Splitting up my workout is not on my list of top 10 things to do, but some days are just nuts and you do what you have to do. My legs are tired which means tomorrow's leg day will suck. My mom hates that word. She also hates the word crap. When I was 9 I asked her if I could say "crap" around the house (since it was the closest thing to cursing I could justify at that point), and she suggested I pray about it. I went to the laundry closet, (praying on dirty underwear is not normal by the way), and came out 5 minutes later. I told her that Jesus said as long as I don't say it to Him, its fine.
Explains quite a bit.
Pretty sure that was the beginning of many "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed in you Meredith" moments.
Ok, it was a chicken-and-lots-of-greens kind of night, and now its time for bed. Productive day,...a new one awaits. Bring your A-game folks....no excuses.
Oh,...and photoshoot officially scheduled for July....game time. :)
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Barefoot Bandit
Holy crap I made it home.
4:16 hit me like a ton of bricks this morning, but I was eager to get things rolling at the gym. It felt like I'd been gone for 2 weeks instead of 4 days, and my to-do list gives me anxiety just looking at it. Back to the grind.
My return was not without drama though...(as if there is any other way). My flight was scheduled for 4pm Sunday afternoon, and I knew I'd be cutting it close with only a 40 minute layover in Atlanta to catch my connecting flight. However, when the first flight was delayed 20+ minutes I concluded that Delta officially hated me and would make this a long day. There was no way I'd make it. I sucked it up, boarded, and figured I'd handle it once we landed.
Its a short flight from Panama City to Atlanta, but when a human talk-box with the apparent lung capacity of a Navy Seal is sitting behind you, a 50 minute flight quickly turns into a 4 hour torture method. I could literally write his life story, and its not because I was choosing to listen. "Indoor voice" meant nothing to him....which was unfortunate for rows 10-16. About 20 minutes into the flight as my ears were bleeding profusely, I was convinced Delta indeed planned this and I was being punished for everything horrible I did from 1994-1998. Evidently, the list was long...
Upon arrival into Atlanta they announced the local time was 6:54pm. My connecting flight was supposed to leave at 6:45, but I loaded my crap and headed straight for the monitor to see the next available flight. I nearly wet my pants. My flight was changed to 7pm. This meant I still had 6 minutes to make the gate. I was at B29 and needed to get to B04. Game time. I needed some theme music.
I started running,...well, until I discovered my hooker heels disguised as flip-flops were inhibiting my sprinting abilities. So I ripped them off in true hooker fashion and sprinted like a criminal through the airport. Somewhere around gate B15 I was cursing myself for packing so much, and was fairly certain I'd already contracted something from the floor. My shoulder was about to separate and I was panting like an emphysema patient, but only a few more gates to go. I was flying by kids, parents, and those airport vehicles that are evidently slower than me so therefore worthless....but I was determined to make this flight. By gate B07 I would have stiff-armed a 9 year old if I had to.
I was sweating.
I skidded to a stop, barefoot, at the gate and was literally the last person to get on the plane. I made it. No thanks to Delta, I made it.
I found my seat and still sort of wanted to top off the evening with a victory dance, but had very little room to bust out any worthy moves. Not to mention I nearly pulled something the night before doing the Wobble at the reception...
By that time I just wanted to get home. I pulled out my ipod because heaven forbid I hear anymore talking after flight #1,....aaaanndd the battery dies.
I needed to be removed from public as soon as possible.
Needless to say, I made it home....a little less sane, but home in one piece. Today was a long day to say the least, but I was glad to see clients and get in the groove. I struggled through my workout because I was tired, BUT was thrilled to pick up a weight. All I could do on the trip was run, and after 17 miles in 3 days my knees were starting to revolt and so was my mind. I haven't ran 3 days in a row in probably 6 months...no kidding. I wanted to kiss the dumbbells. Gross, but whatever,.....couldn't be any worse than what I contracted on my feet in the Atlanta airport.
I got through all of it,...shoulders, biceps, core, and cardio. Done and done.
Well, I certainly have more to share but my fingerprints have rubbed off and I need to hit the bed. More to come tomorrow. And for those of you waiting on email responses, I am on it! I hope to be all caught up by tomorrow night!
Have a great night folks!
A few more wedding pics...
4:16 hit me like a ton of bricks this morning, but I was eager to get things rolling at the gym. It felt like I'd been gone for 2 weeks instead of 4 days, and my to-do list gives me anxiety just looking at it. Back to the grind.
My return was not without drama though...(as if there is any other way). My flight was scheduled for 4pm Sunday afternoon, and I knew I'd be cutting it close with only a 40 minute layover in Atlanta to catch my connecting flight. However, when the first flight was delayed 20+ minutes I concluded that Delta officially hated me and would make this a long day. There was no way I'd make it. I sucked it up, boarded, and figured I'd handle it once we landed.
Its a short flight from Panama City to Atlanta, but when a human talk-box with the apparent lung capacity of a Navy Seal is sitting behind you, a 50 minute flight quickly turns into a 4 hour torture method. I could literally write his life story, and its not because I was choosing to listen. "Indoor voice" meant nothing to him....which was unfortunate for rows 10-16. About 20 minutes into the flight as my ears were bleeding profusely, I was convinced Delta indeed planned this and I was being punished for everything horrible I did from 1994-1998. Evidently, the list was long...
Upon arrival into Atlanta they announced the local time was 6:54pm. My connecting flight was supposed to leave at 6:45, but I loaded my crap and headed straight for the monitor to see the next available flight. I nearly wet my pants. My flight was changed to 7pm. This meant I still had 6 minutes to make the gate. I was at B29 and needed to get to B04. Game time. I needed some theme music.
I started running,...well, until I discovered my hooker heels disguised as flip-flops were inhibiting my sprinting abilities. So I ripped them off in true hooker fashion and sprinted like a criminal through the airport. Somewhere around gate B15 I was cursing myself for packing so much, and was fairly certain I'd already contracted something from the floor. My shoulder was about to separate and I was panting like an emphysema patient, but only a few more gates to go. I was flying by kids, parents, and those airport vehicles that are evidently slower than me so therefore worthless....but I was determined to make this flight. By gate B07 I would have stiff-armed a 9 year old if I had to.
I was sweating.
I skidded to a stop, barefoot, at the gate and was literally the last person to get on the plane. I made it. No thanks to Delta, I made it.
I found my seat and still sort of wanted to top off the evening with a victory dance, but had very little room to bust out any worthy moves. Not to mention I nearly pulled something the night before doing the Wobble at the reception...
By that time I just wanted to get home. I pulled out my ipod because heaven forbid I hear anymore talking after flight #1,....aaaanndd the battery dies.
I needed to be removed from public as soon as possible.
Needless to say, I made it home....a little less sane, but home in one piece. Today was a long day to say the least, but I was glad to see clients and get in the groove. I struggled through my workout because I was tired, BUT was thrilled to pick up a weight. All I could do on the trip was run, and after 17 miles in 3 days my knees were starting to revolt and so was my mind. I haven't ran 3 days in a row in probably 6 months...no kidding. I wanted to kiss the dumbbells. Gross, but whatever,.....couldn't be any worse than what I contracted on my feet in the Atlanta airport.
I got through all of it,...shoulders, biceps, core, and cardio. Done and done.
Well, I certainly have more to share but my fingerprints have rubbed off and I need to hit the bed. More to come tomorrow. And for those of you waiting on email responses, I am on it! I hope to be all caught up by tomorrow night!
Have a great night folks!
A few more wedding pics...
Sunday, May 20, 2012
To Have And To Hold...
Its 6:30 in the morning and I'm currently the only person up and moving like a regular human being. Someone is asleep on the couch under a few blankets so I haven't been able to make out the face yet, I assume he's alive...
Its been an incredible weekend with friends, but I know the guys will be hurting when they have to reenter a normal routine next week. Currently, they think they are rockstars. Slightly delusional, but I won't be the one to kill that dream...yet.
Today is the big wedding day, as Ryan and Katherine take the ultimate plunge and she becomes Mrs. Galligan. I'm sure the ceremony will be beautiful and everything will go smoothly....the only thing that has me worried are the moves that will ultimately bust out on the dance floor. This could go south rather quickly. I've seen this crowd in action and I'm fairly certain that at least 6 people missed their calling as a stripper. Not sure that can actually be a "calling", but let's just say they have a special gift. Yes, I will have my camera ready as evidence to future kids that their parents are heathens,.....and dear friends.....heathens and friends. Its an honest combo.
So, last time I said I would touch on a subject that has come up numerous times over the last few weeks with clients. Its mainly been with my female clients, and I think its simply because cookouts, parties, and vacations are upon us and so the opportunity to slack off, gorge ourselves, and drink into oblivion has reached a new high. I say that as several livers will no longer be eligible for donation in this house after this weekend. The irony...
I had a few women come up to me inquiring about living a "fit" lifestyle in the midst of all this. We'd go over nutrition and activity strategies for the weekend and then they'd respond "ugh, but I have a party this weekend." The smartass part of me (probably my largest part), was thinking "...and your point iiissss?!" No, I didn't say that, because what I've discovered over the last 7 years is that people tend to think of it in black/white and completely miss the whole lifestyle aspect of it. They genuinely believe, and have actually said this to me, that "if I want to be fit then I WILL NOT have a life." You'd be amazed how many times I've heard that. Ok, I will now attempt to address this in a civil manner without cursing...
98% of you are not looking to compete or take fitness/nutrition habits to the extreme where you're LIFE is dramatically effected and you are in any way inhibited by healthy choices. Read that again because its important. You simply want to feel good, perhaps lose some weight, establish a routine, and be the healthiest YOU that you can be. Correct? Ok,...first, I would say that if you're serious about your goals, then there are some obvious habits that will change as a result. HOWEVER, does this mean that you can't attend functions/parties/gatherings? NO. So then some of you are thinking but there's all this great food there, and beer, and wine, and blah blah blah. You're right. There is. So here's a bigger thought for you,.....STOP MAKING IT ABOUT THE FOOD.
We're immersed in a culture that makes social events more about the food than relationships. Whether you're attending a wedding, graduation party, birthday party, or God forbid a family reunion, strive to be more intune with the people and conversation instead of the banana pudding staring you down like a predator. Too often we go there already resigning ourselves to this notion that we have to eat everything on the buffet, drink like fish, and try every dessert. 2 things...1) No one is force-feeding you, so yes, you do have a choice, and 2) there are generally some healthier options. When you toil over going or not going to an event where tempting food will be, you are basically giving food power over you. You are waiving the white flag of surrender to an undeserving"opponent" that should not even be labeled as such to begin with. The goal is not to have a twisted-adversarial-relationship with what you put in your mouth.
Is there a time to splurge and enjoy something you crave? Yes. But its not everyday or at every event. And let me remind you that everyone's goals are different. We need to stop playing the victim to "a busy social schedule" or "I'm traveling" or "but there was cake there". Instead, practice good 'ol fashion will-power and moderation, focus on your goals, and mentally remind yourself that its not about the food. Will it be easy? No. BUT, I guarantee that you'll feel better the next day. And THAT will be the catalyst into a new lifestyle.
You do have choices people. BUT, it doesn't have to be an either/or life. HEALTH doesn't have to be extreme, and part of being healthy is creating a balanced mindset. There is a time to rest, run, splurge, go harder, back off, etc...
We are striving for health....physical as well as mental. One day at a time :)
I'll leave you with a few pictures thus far from our trip...(ladies and the rockstars)...
That's all for now....beach time once again.
I need to lube up and get rolling. Red today, brown tomorrow. Probably not the best words to live by....ranks up there with "YOLO". A motto spoken by pretty much everyone who is about to make a horrible decision and ruin that "one life" they speak about. Awesome.
Here's to another day at the beach!!!
Its been an incredible weekend with friends, but I know the guys will be hurting when they have to reenter a normal routine next week. Currently, they think they are rockstars. Slightly delusional, but I won't be the one to kill that dream...yet.
Today is the big wedding day, as Ryan and Katherine take the ultimate plunge and she becomes Mrs. Galligan. I'm sure the ceremony will be beautiful and everything will go smoothly....the only thing that has me worried are the moves that will ultimately bust out on the dance floor. This could go south rather quickly. I've seen this crowd in action and I'm fairly certain that at least 6 people missed their calling as a stripper. Not sure that can actually be a "calling", but let's just say they have a special gift. Yes, I will have my camera ready as evidence to future kids that their parents are heathens,.....and dear friends.....heathens and friends. Its an honest combo.
So, last time I said I would touch on a subject that has come up numerous times over the last few weeks with clients. Its mainly been with my female clients, and I think its simply because cookouts, parties, and vacations are upon us and so the opportunity to slack off, gorge ourselves, and drink into oblivion has reached a new high. I say that as several livers will no longer be eligible for donation in this house after this weekend. The irony...
I had a few women come up to me inquiring about living a "fit" lifestyle in the midst of all this. We'd go over nutrition and activity strategies for the weekend and then they'd respond "ugh, but I have a party this weekend." The smartass part of me (probably my largest part), was thinking "...and your point iiissss?!" No, I didn't say that, because what I've discovered over the last 7 years is that people tend to think of it in black/white and completely miss the whole lifestyle aspect of it. They genuinely believe, and have actually said this to me, that "if I want to be fit then I WILL NOT have a life." You'd be amazed how many times I've heard that. Ok, I will now attempt to address this in a civil manner without cursing...
98% of you are not looking to compete or take fitness/nutrition habits to the extreme where you're LIFE is dramatically effected and you are in any way inhibited by healthy choices. Read that again because its important. You simply want to feel good, perhaps lose some weight, establish a routine, and be the healthiest YOU that you can be. Correct? Ok,...first, I would say that if you're serious about your goals, then there are some obvious habits that will change as a result. HOWEVER, does this mean that you can't attend functions/parties/gatherings? NO. So then some of you are thinking but there's all this great food there, and beer, and wine, and blah blah blah. You're right. There is. So here's a bigger thought for you,.....STOP MAKING IT ABOUT THE FOOD.
We're immersed in a culture that makes social events more about the food than relationships. Whether you're attending a wedding, graduation party, birthday party, or God forbid a family reunion, strive to be more intune with the people and conversation instead of the banana pudding staring you down like a predator. Too often we go there already resigning ourselves to this notion that we have to eat everything on the buffet, drink like fish, and try every dessert. 2 things...1) No one is force-feeding you, so yes, you do have a choice, and 2) there are generally some healthier options. When you toil over going or not going to an event where tempting food will be, you are basically giving food power over you. You are waiving the white flag of surrender to an undeserving"opponent" that should not even be labeled as such to begin with. The goal is not to have a twisted-adversarial-relationship with what you put in your mouth.
Is there a time to splurge and enjoy something you crave? Yes. But its not everyday or at every event. And let me remind you that everyone's goals are different. We need to stop playing the victim to "a busy social schedule" or "I'm traveling" or "but there was cake there". Instead, practice good 'ol fashion will-power and moderation, focus on your goals, and mentally remind yourself that its not about the food. Will it be easy? No. BUT, I guarantee that you'll feel better the next day. And THAT will be the catalyst into a new lifestyle.
You do have choices people. BUT, it doesn't have to be an either/or life. HEALTH doesn't have to be extreme, and part of being healthy is creating a balanced mindset. There is a time to rest, run, splurge, go harder, back off, etc...
We are striving for health....physical as well as mental. One day at a time :)
I'll leave you with a few pictures thus far from our trip...(ladies and the rockstars)...
That's all for now....beach time once again.
I need to lube up and get rolling. Red today, brown tomorrow. Probably not the best words to live by....ranks up there with "YOLO". A motto spoken by pretty much everyone who is about to make a horrible decision and ruin that "one life" they speak about. Awesome.
Here's to another day at the beach!!!
Friday, May 18, 2012
Family Matters
Well, I am officially a few shades darker.
I just spent 4 hours on the beach here in Florida and was frying like a honeybaked ham out there. Clear blue water, white sand,...nothing like it. Family Matters is the name of the house...(just in case many of you thought I was going to cover actual family matters). Definitely not,...I'd get carpal tunnel and bloody fingertips before remotely scratching the surface of any issues.
After running through the airport in heels, sitting through 2 packed flights, and somehow managing to maintain sanity, I was ready for some vacation time. Out of 13 people, I was the first in bed and the first one up by 6:30 this morning. My idea of "sleeping in". Then I was on a hunt for coffee like a true addict. When I finally found some in the upstairs kitchen you would have thought I found the dern Willie Wonka golden-ticket. That first sip was heaven. I downed a couple of cups out on the balcony with my dear friend Katherine, and then I needed to get my butt moving. If I was going to sit on the beach all day I needed to wear myself out first. No, I was not thrilled to run, but once I had Eminem blasting in my ear I was pretty much ready for a run...sprint...enter a UFC fight...anything. Not sure how far I went...maybe 5 miles...dodging cars, strollers, and a few dogs that looked way to similar to their owner. That creeps me out. You should never look like an animal that licks its butt and sniffs yours. Period. Its not cute. Its weird.
I am in desperate need of a grocery trip. I packed what I could...carrots, tuna, turkey burgers, protein, almonds,...but this machine needs fuel. Ironically, we've got enough alcohol in this house to survive 2 hurricanes and Armageddon, but already ran out of eggs and toilet paper. Yes, at 2am I was hunting down paper towels because there was no TP. My life reached a new low point. Actually, a few hours later everyone was ready to see 'ol Angel Soft.
Yes, it is hard for me to travel and truly relax. My life is on the go all the time and there is a certain amount of structure that I am used to and need. I cannot sleep in until 11 and start my day with beer and bagels like a certain someone did this morning. BUT, I do need rest. I need a break from my normal stress....so this is my attempt at that. We'll see how this goes...
I've already started the photo sessions so I'll have plenty to post for you folks. I wanted to start it in the airport yesterday, but I figured many strangers would not appreciate that. Eh, part of my really didn't care. The people watching there is phenomenal. And when a man is standing by the gate wearing a My Little Ponies backpack, corralling 4 daughters on an obvious sugar-high, of course I want a picture. Life practically castrated him right there at Gate A14. Unbelievable.
Well, the night festivities are about to begin, which means I should probably start drinking coffee right now to stay awake. My partying abilities are simply not what they used to be. In 10 years I'll have to resort to brunches and afternoon throw-downs...
And before I forget, next time I want to cover Having a life AND being fit ....A topic that has come up numerous times over that last week with clients. Stay tuned!
Here we go...
I just spent 4 hours on the beach here in Florida and was frying like a honeybaked ham out there. Clear blue water, white sand,...nothing like it. Family Matters is the name of the house...(just in case many of you thought I was going to cover actual family matters). Definitely not,...I'd get carpal tunnel and bloody fingertips before remotely scratching the surface of any issues.
After running through the airport in heels, sitting through 2 packed flights, and somehow managing to maintain sanity, I was ready for some vacation time. Out of 13 people, I was the first in bed and the first one up by 6:30 this morning. My idea of "sleeping in". Then I was on a hunt for coffee like a true addict. When I finally found some in the upstairs kitchen you would have thought I found the dern Willie Wonka golden-ticket. That first sip was heaven. I downed a couple of cups out on the balcony with my dear friend Katherine, and then I needed to get my butt moving. If I was going to sit on the beach all day I needed to wear myself out first. No, I was not thrilled to run, but once I had Eminem blasting in my ear I was pretty much ready for a run...sprint...enter a UFC fight...anything. Not sure how far I went...maybe 5 miles...dodging cars, strollers, and a few dogs that looked way to similar to their owner. That creeps me out. You should never look like an animal that licks its butt and sniffs yours. Period. Its not cute. Its weird.
I am in desperate need of a grocery trip. I packed what I could...carrots, tuna, turkey burgers, protein, almonds,...but this machine needs fuel. Ironically, we've got enough alcohol in this house to survive 2 hurricanes and Armageddon, but already ran out of eggs and toilet paper. Yes, at 2am I was hunting down paper towels because there was no TP. My life reached a new low point. Actually, a few hours later everyone was ready to see 'ol Angel Soft.
Yes, it is hard for me to travel and truly relax. My life is on the go all the time and there is a certain amount of structure that I am used to and need. I cannot sleep in until 11 and start my day with beer and bagels like a certain someone did this morning. BUT, I do need rest. I need a break from my normal stress....so this is my attempt at that. We'll see how this goes...
I've already started the photo sessions so I'll have plenty to post for you folks. I wanted to start it in the airport yesterday, but I figured many strangers would not appreciate that. Eh, part of my really didn't care. The people watching there is phenomenal. And when a man is standing by the gate wearing a My Little Ponies backpack, corralling 4 daughters on an obvious sugar-high, of course I want a picture. Life practically castrated him right there at Gate A14. Unbelievable.
Well, the night festivities are about to begin, which means I should probably start drinking coffee right now to stay awake. My partying abilities are simply not what they used to be. In 10 years I'll have to resort to brunches and afternoon throw-downs...
And before I forget, next time I want to cover Having a life AND being fit ....A topic that has come up numerous times over that last week with clients. Stay tuned!
Here we go...
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Prepare For Departure
I'm staring at 4 different lists, a day planner, and a monthly calendar.
My OCD has reached a new high,...or low,...however you want to look at it. Where did this week go? I feel as though I was just spending a Saturday by the pool contemplating a canon ball in the 3ft, and now here I am riding out hump day with tilapia and cottage cheese. Amazing that no one is eager to trade lives with me...
My morning was filled with many laughs.
It was one of those mornings when I'd get on the mat to demonstrate a push-up and I wanted to just face plant. Then I could at least lay there for 10 seconds. I was drained. Thankfully, my clients kept me well entertained with stories of family, marriage, and any other source of dysfunction in their lives. I was born with a sign on my forehead that says Tell me EVERYTHING. Now I just need to write a book because you people are nuts. Ha. I know, I seriously have absolutely no room to talk. My best friend probably just got self-induced whiplash from nodding so hard. Its fine. I get it.
My workout today went better than I expected. Being that I was so tired and about to face a leg workout, I was honestly not expecting myself to put up record breaking weights or anything. I had several supersets, dropsets, and kept rest time between sets right at 45 seconds. I was breathing like a smoker, yes, and was pretty darn happy when I was done. No cardio for me today. Just shower and a protein shake. Wednesday workout,...done.
Now I just need to get up from this seat and start packing.
We are headed to Florida tomorrow for a wedding and my plan is to come back looking like a different ethnicity. I haven't even begun packing,...clothes....vitamins....make-up...food....books....ipod...its borderline ridiculous when I travel. And I refuse to check a bag. They lost my bag on our honeymoon. Ok, so it was only for 24 hours, but that was the longest 24 hours of my life and how do you misplace a 50 pound over-sized purple bag? You have ONE job. Read the tag. Pick it up. Load it. So I'm still slightly bitter....point is, I am going to fit 4 days worth in a carry-on. You men do not understand/appreciate the significance of this. I could pack more than a family of 4 moving to South Africa. I am a worse-case-scenario packer and will have enough underwear in case Katrina II hits along with tuna packets, protein powder, and anything else that looks suspicious and weird going through that x-ray. I've been searched a few times. One time it was borderline groping. Yeah, pretty sure I was violated in Texas a couple years ago. Anyway, little baggies of protein powder do not always go over too well. And don't ever suggest they "taste it",....my God, you would have thought I'd whipped out numb-chucks.
Needless to say, tomorrow will be interesting.
Time to get this packing party started. Night!
My OCD has reached a new high,...or low,...however you want to look at it. Where did this week go? I feel as though I was just spending a Saturday by the pool contemplating a canon ball in the 3ft, and now here I am riding out hump day with tilapia and cottage cheese. Amazing that no one is eager to trade lives with me...
My morning was filled with many laughs.
It was one of those mornings when I'd get on the mat to demonstrate a push-up and I wanted to just face plant. Then I could at least lay there for 10 seconds. I was drained. Thankfully, my clients kept me well entertained with stories of family, marriage, and any other source of dysfunction in their lives. I was born with a sign on my forehead that says Tell me EVERYTHING. Now I just need to write a book because you people are nuts. Ha. I know, I seriously have absolutely no room to talk. My best friend probably just got self-induced whiplash from nodding so hard. Its fine. I get it.
My workout today went better than I expected. Being that I was so tired and about to face a leg workout, I was honestly not expecting myself to put up record breaking weights or anything. I had several supersets, dropsets, and kept rest time between sets right at 45 seconds. I was breathing like a smoker, yes, and was pretty darn happy when I was done. No cardio for me today. Just shower and a protein shake. Wednesday workout,...done.
Now I just need to get up from this seat and start packing.
We are headed to Florida tomorrow for a wedding and my plan is to come back looking like a different ethnicity. I haven't even begun packing,...clothes....vitamins....make-up...food....books....ipod...its borderline ridiculous when I travel. And I refuse to check a bag. They lost my bag on our honeymoon. Ok, so it was only for 24 hours, but that was the longest 24 hours of my life and how do you misplace a 50 pound over-sized purple bag? You have ONE job. Read the tag. Pick it up. Load it. So I'm still slightly bitter....point is, I am going to fit 4 days worth in a carry-on. You men do not understand/appreciate the significance of this. I could pack more than a family of 4 moving to South Africa. I am a worse-case-scenario packer and will have enough underwear in case Katrina II hits along with tuna packets, protein powder, and anything else that looks suspicious and weird going through that x-ray. I've been searched a few times. One time it was borderline groping. Yeah, pretty sure I was violated in Texas a couple years ago. Anyway, little baggies of protein powder do not always go over too well. And don't ever suggest they "taste it",....my God, you would have thought I'd whipped out numb-chucks.
Needless to say, tomorrow will be interesting.
Time to get this packing party started. Night!
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Summa Cum HOLLAAAA!!!
Kids are currently running through my yard like criminals.
If it wasn't infested with crab grass and clover that seems to spread like an STD through my lawn, I might go out there and lay down the law. But we're not exactly ready for the cover of Home and Garden, so for now I will sit here and watch this circus act. I'm chaperoning. Sort of.
It amazes me how everyday can be so different. I was completely d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g this morning, and by the time I needed to throw around the weights I was more inclined to get in fetal position under the leg press. My weights felt heavier than normal, and my contractions on more isolation movements was sub-par at best. Seriously, this frustrates the mess out of me. "Off" days happen, of course, but when they come unexpectedly its harder to deal with in my opinion. I expected to feel better than I actually did today. Period. At that point I just needed to finish and move on. Tomorrow is leg day....refocus.
It was a great day with clients. And by "great" I mean that I was only cursed at a few times, eyes rolled about twice, and only 1 person dared to say they simply were not going to do an exercise. Did I contemplate testing his reflexes with a quick jab to the 'ol gut? Yes. Duh. But I learned a long time ago that I can only push as much as a person is willing to let me. Yes, I will go a little beyond their comfort zone, but that is my job....help open a door to greater health and empowerment. And yet its amazing the number of people who'd just assume stay cocooned in their "norm" out of fear and even laziness. Fine. Its a choice,...a poor one, but still theirs to choose and reap the consequences of. Sad.
SO did the guy end up doing the exercise?
Of course he did ;)
Summer is definitely upon us. We've got several high school senior athletes headed out this year to face the exciting college life. I remember high school graduation. I cried walking in....what a tool. I heard that music and nearly lost it. Not exactly sure why I was emotional, but I think I was nervous about life outside of what I knew. Then I got to college and realized I would cry when I left there too....but for much different reasons. I honestly don't remember anything from the actual ceremony except that the gown was hotter than Kenya, and I had a secret desire to chew on my tassel. It was an inch from my mouth and I was about to sit through 200+ names....I was tempted by anything that appeared even remotely distracting from the actual event. What a day.
Not sure what my advice to the seniors would be except to surround yourself with people who inspire, encourage, challenge, and believe in you. Some days they will be the limb you cling to.
And, your talents and abilities are your gift to the world. Give it back daily...with passion and humility.
Perhaps that is my advice to all of you. Seriously.
I have more advice for them, but its probably more practical with direct correlation to a ridiculous college story my mom should not read....ever...
That will be my second book.
Ok my peeps,...time for some shut-eye. Hump day is on its way. Here we go....
If it wasn't infested with crab grass and clover that seems to spread like an STD through my lawn, I might go out there and lay down the law. But we're not exactly ready for the cover of Home and Garden, so for now I will sit here and watch this circus act. I'm chaperoning. Sort of.
It amazes me how everyday can be so different. I was completely d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g this morning, and by the time I needed to throw around the weights I was more inclined to get in fetal position under the leg press. My weights felt heavier than normal, and my contractions on more isolation movements was sub-par at best. Seriously, this frustrates the mess out of me. "Off" days happen, of course, but when they come unexpectedly its harder to deal with in my opinion. I expected to feel better than I actually did today. Period. At that point I just needed to finish and move on. Tomorrow is leg day....refocus.
It was a great day with clients. And by "great" I mean that I was only cursed at a few times, eyes rolled about twice, and only 1 person dared to say they simply were not going to do an exercise. Did I contemplate testing his reflexes with a quick jab to the 'ol gut? Yes. Duh. But I learned a long time ago that I can only push as much as a person is willing to let me. Yes, I will go a little beyond their comfort zone, but that is my job....help open a door to greater health and empowerment. And yet its amazing the number of people who'd just assume stay cocooned in their "norm" out of fear and even laziness. Fine. Its a choice,...a poor one, but still theirs to choose and reap the consequences of. Sad.
SO did the guy end up doing the exercise?
Of course he did ;)
Summer is definitely upon us. We've got several high school senior athletes headed out this year to face the exciting college life. I remember high school graduation. I cried walking in....what a tool. I heard that music and nearly lost it. Not exactly sure why I was emotional, but I think I was nervous about life outside of what I knew. Then I got to college and realized I would cry when I left there too....but for much different reasons. I honestly don't remember anything from the actual ceremony except that the gown was hotter than Kenya, and I had a secret desire to chew on my tassel. It was an inch from my mouth and I was about to sit through 200+ names....I was tempted by anything that appeared even remotely distracting from the actual event. What a day.
Not sure what my advice to the seniors would be except to surround yourself with people who inspire, encourage, challenge, and believe in you. Some days they will be the limb you cling to.
And, your talents and abilities are your gift to the world. Give it back daily...with passion and humility.
Perhaps that is my advice to all of you. Seriously.
I have more advice for them, but its probably more practical with direct correlation to a ridiculous college story my mom should not read....ever...
That will be my second book.
Ok my peeps,...time for some shut-eye. Hump day is on its way. Here we go....
Monday, May 14, 2012
Minivan Roadblock
What a day.
It was one of those mornings when I pulled into work and I really didn't have any clue how I got there. I was immersed in an intense coffee zone that apparently left me oblivious to my surroundings. Well, except for that minivan site-seeing in the fast lane at a whopping 62mph at 5:15 in the morning. Unacceptable at any time of day. Practice merging. Get over. Sincerely, EVERYONE on the highway.
My day was one person to the next with a midday self-induced beat down. I was actually thrilled to have a great workout day. Being that I had to fit in back, shoulders, core, and cardio, I was trying to just mentally prepared myself. Shoulders are probably my weaker point, so doing 7 dropsets immediately after an intense back rotation was a weird form of personal abuse. Good thing I don't like knives. I managed to keep weights as heavy, but was completely spent afterward. Monday workout, check.
I had a couple of clients send me pictures of their meals this weekend. And after last week's conversations and borderline-meltdowns, I was so glad to see them making better choices. Accountability can work wonders, and I loved it. But if I had to send pictures of my meals to someone it would just look like repeat photos of cat vomit. My obsession with texture is baffling...
Seriously though, if you're at the point where you're truly ready to transform your nutrition, HAVE ACCOUNTABILITY. Weight Watchers is continually the fastest growing weight-loss program primarily for this reason. Which reminds me, it blows my mind when people post pictures of the crap they eat on Facebook. If it sends them to the toilet for the next 24 hours, I have no sympathy. In fact, if it gives them diarrhea it will probably be a good thing. ....I've reached a new level and its not even 9pm....
Quick post. I'm tired and need to gear up for Tuesday. My to-do list for tomorrow is beyond what satisfies my OCD need. I may have anxiety by 10am....or resorted to the head-bang-against-the-wall method.
Alright people, have a great Monday night and get your mind right for tomorrow! Night...
It was one of those mornings when I pulled into work and I really didn't have any clue how I got there. I was immersed in an intense coffee zone that apparently left me oblivious to my surroundings. Well, except for that minivan site-seeing in the fast lane at a whopping 62mph at 5:15 in the morning. Unacceptable at any time of day. Practice merging. Get over. Sincerely, EVERYONE on the highway.
My day was one person to the next with a midday self-induced beat down. I was actually thrilled to have a great workout day. Being that I had to fit in back, shoulders, core, and cardio, I was trying to just mentally prepared myself. Shoulders are probably my weaker point, so doing 7 dropsets immediately after an intense back rotation was a weird form of personal abuse. Good thing I don't like knives. I managed to keep weights as heavy, but was completely spent afterward. Monday workout, check.
I had a couple of clients send me pictures of their meals this weekend. And after last week's conversations and borderline-meltdowns, I was so glad to see them making better choices. Accountability can work wonders, and I loved it. But if I had to send pictures of my meals to someone it would just look like repeat photos of cat vomit. My obsession with texture is baffling...
Seriously though, if you're at the point where you're truly ready to transform your nutrition, HAVE ACCOUNTABILITY. Weight Watchers is continually the fastest growing weight-loss program primarily for this reason. Which reminds me, it blows my mind when people post pictures of the crap they eat on Facebook. If it sends them to the toilet for the next 24 hours, I have no sympathy. In fact, if it gives them diarrhea it will probably be a good thing. ....I've reached a new level and its not even 9pm....
Quick post. I'm tired and need to gear up for Tuesday. My to-do list for tomorrow is beyond what satisfies my OCD need. I may have anxiety by 10am....or resorted to the head-bang-against-the-wall method.
Alright people, have a great Monday night and get your mind right for tomorrow! Night...
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Mom, It Wasn't Me...
Ah yes, Mother's Day.
At one point my mom hugged me and said "Thank you for making me a mother." Umm....that was probably a little more Dad and a night of this-will-be-a-great-idea, but ok fine, you're welcome. Love you mom :)
My day was pretty busy beginning with church. It was a fairly typical Mother's Day morning in our pew, and not 5 minutes into the service I look over and my grandpa was clipping his fingernails. And who's going to say something to the 92 year old man taking care of his personal hygiene in a church pew while hooked up to an oxygen tank? Not me. At that age, you pretty much do what you want. So he did. I wanted to laugh, and yet the risk of catching a thumb nail in the mouth was too great,...so instead I faked a prayer and dropped my head. Horrible, I know.
The rest of the day was spent with my madre just hanging out, eating some grilled pork and veggies, and seeing all the latest things she's bedazzled around the house. Seriously, she will put jewels or sequins on anything....absolutely anything. Five bucks says when I change her diaper in 30 years, I'll find glitter. Yes, I already promised I would do that. Moment of involuntary emotional weakness.....mom seems to have that effect on me.
The weekend honestly flew by, and I definitely got to rest some, but I could certainly use more. I made it to the pool for awhile Saturday, but once my headphones were unable to drown out the sound of 20+ kids and an 8 year old reciting Flo Rida lyrics, I was practically running to my car. That was an anxiety attack waiting to happen.
Physically, I felt great this weekend, and got my cardio done without a hitch. The coffee beforehand helps. Just putting gas in the tank baby! Tomorrow its back to the weightroom. Thank God. I'll hit back, shoulders, and core, and finish with some cardio. The daily grind...here we go.
And once again,...thank you mom for all you do.
At one point my mom hugged me and said "Thank you for making me a mother." Umm....that was probably a little more Dad and a night of this-will-be-a-great-idea, but ok fine, you're welcome. Love you mom :)
The rest of the day was spent with my madre just hanging out, eating some grilled pork and veggies, and seeing all the latest things she's bedazzled around the house. Seriously, she will put jewels or sequins on anything....absolutely anything. Five bucks says when I change her diaper in 30 years, I'll find glitter. Yes, I already promised I would do that. Moment of involuntary emotional weakness.....mom seems to have that effect on me.
The weekend honestly flew by, and I definitely got to rest some, but I could certainly use more. I made it to the pool for awhile Saturday, but once my headphones were unable to drown out the sound of 20+ kids and an 8 year old reciting Flo Rida lyrics, I was practically running to my car. That was an anxiety attack waiting to happen.
Physically, I felt great this weekend, and got my cardio done without a hitch. The coffee beforehand helps. Just putting gas in the tank baby! Tomorrow its back to the weightroom. Thank God. I'll hit back, shoulders, and core, and finish with some cardio. The daily grind...here we go.
And once again,...thank you mom for all you do.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Crawling Through Friday...
I just ate enough kale to be regular until Labor Day.
Wow, what a horrible way to begin a blog post.
The odds of me leaving this recliner in the next 3 hours are quite slim. I am beyond tired....this week kicked my butt, big time. And it is now day 14 of this head cold. I was going through so many tissues that I bought 3 boxes of the cheaper kind. Bad mistake. I might as well be wiping my face with a post-it. I quickly discovered there's a reason why Kleenex charges more...BECAUSE ITS BETTER. Not sure what I was thinking. I mean, I buy good toilet paper, so why would I buy sub-par tissues for my face? Why would I treat my bottom better than my face? And for those of you who still buy 1-ply, your body hates you. For those of you who buy 3-ply, stop being cocky. That is completely unnecessary (assuming you're not suffering from dysentery)....no one deserves 3-ply, sorry.
I practically crawled through my day.
It started at 8am when I got to keep my nieces for a few hours....paint finger nails...play...color...and primarily make sure I wasn't corrupting my own family members. Eh, she's 50% my brother,...I'd have to try really hard to further any damage there. We had a great time, and I was thankful to start of my day with those gals!
After chasing a 1 year old and a 2 1/2 year old, I headed to the gym for a second workout. I had shoulders and hamstrings/glutes today and barely did any cardio because I was just entirely too drained. My resting heartrate was well above normal, and my body was just DONE from a very long week.
I think one reason my week felt very long and draining was that I had several intense conversations with female clients, and it was one common theme: I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE, I HATE THE WAY I LOOK AND FEEL. We delved deeper into habits, spiral-thinking, and overall self-perception. There were tears, frustration, and many emotional moments that can only be described as desperation. As a trainer, you will do them and yourself a disservice if you avoid this stuff. THIS is the essence of personal training. Its beyond the exercises, more than the sweat, it is a personal relationship with someone who is trusting you enough to be vulnerable and pushed. You must seek to understand where they came came from, who they are now, and where they want to go. I firmly believe that its only then that you can truly help transform someone's life. Because its more than a physical change. At some point, a mental switch has to go off. Not only do they need to value the process, but they must be willing to confront deep-seeded fears and ideologies that served as boundaries for so long.
I love the moment when they stop striving to prove something to ME, but realize they are proving to themselves things they once thought impossible. Very cool.
As much as possible, each conversation ended with a sense of positive direction. Its about being proactive. I am thankful for their willingness to let down some walls with me. Its a tremendous responsibility.
On a lighter note, I will be in a poolside-coma tomorrow. The high is 78, clear skies, and after I clean and get cardio out of the way I will grab my floaties and be on my merry way. I need a quiet, lazy day. And honestly, I give it about 10 minutes before I'm hit with a soaking wet swoosh ball and have to fight the urge to beam a child with my slider. Don't feel sorry for them. These kids play dirty.
Well folks, I'm signing off. Have a great Friday night and here's to the weekend!
Wow, what a horrible way to begin a blog post.
The odds of me leaving this recliner in the next 3 hours are quite slim. I am beyond tired....this week kicked my butt, big time. And it is now day 14 of this head cold. I was going through so many tissues that I bought 3 boxes of the cheaper kind. Bad mistake. I might as well be wiping my face with a post-it. I quickly discovered there's a reason why Kleenex charges more...BECAUSE ITS BETTER. Not sure what I was thinking. I mean, I buy good toilet paper, so why would I buy sub-par tissues for my face? Why would I treat my bottom better than my face? And for those of you who still buy 1-ply, your body hates you. For those of you who buy 3-ply, stop being cocky. That is completely unnecessary (assuming you're not suffering from dysentery)....no one deserves 3-ply, sorry.
I practically crawled through my day.
It started at 8am when I got to keep my nieces for a few hours....paint finger nails...play...color...and primarily make sure I wasn't corrupting my own family members. Eh, she's 50% my brother,...I'd have to try really hard to further any damage there. We had a great time, and I was thankful to start of my day with those gals!
After chasing a 1 year old and a 2 1/2 year old, I headed to the gym for a second workout. I had shoulders and hamstrings/glutes today and barely did any cardio because I was just entirely too drained. My resting heartrate was well above normal, and my body was just DONE from a very long week.
I think one reason my week felt very long and draining was that I had several intense conversations with female clients, and it was one common theme: I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE, I HATE THE WAY I LOOK AND FEEL. We delved deeper into habits, spiral-thinking, and overall self-perception. There were tears, frustration, and many emotional moments that can only be described as desperation. As a trainer, you will do them and yourself a disservice if you avoid this stuff. THIS is the essence of personal training. Its beyond the exercises, more than the sweat, it is a personal relationship with someone who is trusting you enough to be vulnerable and pushed. You must seek to understand where they came came from, who they are now, and where they want to go. I firmly believe that its only then that you can truly help transform someone's life. Because its more than a physical change. At some point, a mental switch has to go off. Not only do they need to value the process, but they must be willing to confront deep-seeded fears and ideologies that served as boundaries for so long.
I love the moment when they stop striving to prove something to ME, but realize they are proving to themselves things they once thought impossible. Very cool.
As much as possible, each conversation ended with a sense of positive direction. Its about being proactive. I am thankful for their willingness to let down some walls with me. Its a tremendous responsibility.
On a lighter note, I will be in a poolside-coma tomorrow. The high is 78, clear skies, and after I clean and get cardio out of the way I will grab my floaties and be on my merry way. I need a quiet, lazy day. And honestly, I give it about 10 minutes before I'm hit with a soaking wet swoosh ball and have to fight the urge to beam a child with my slider. Don't feel sorry for them. These kids play dirty.
Well folks, I'm signing off. Have a great Friday night and here's to the weekend!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Temple T-shirt Sale
I've got my salmon concoction that pretty much looks like vom, but I am happy as a clam to be sitting on my butt right now. I really need to name this recipe but the only things that come to mind when I look at it are vomit and cat food. Neither of which sound appealing and yet I will devour it like manna. Bible reference. Look it up.
Speaking of religion, one of my clients came in the other day wearing a Yiddish t-shirt. It said "Got _____?", and no, I had absolutely no clue what the second word was but curiosity was killing me. He explained that it translated as "Got Cahunas?"...which of course is slang for testicles. I died laughing. And when he told me that his temple was selling them I nearly lost it right there. Where is this temple and do they have a size small?! What a delightfully inappropriate Yiddish shirt.
Just when I think I've seen everything in the gym, there walks in a testicle-reference t-shirt purchased at a temple. I love my job.
As far as my workout goes, today felt rushed but I was able to get everything in. I wanted to hit back and biceps twice this week, so today was back day #2. Not going to lie, this week has been increasingly exhausting, so the weights felt a little heavier than normal and cardio was a blur. After tomorrow's workout I will definitely need some down time. And in perfect timing, our neighborhood pool opens on Saturday. Ah yes, dozens of kids running around with foam noodles and a sugar high that could wake the dead. That's my idea of a great afternoon. And now my sarcasm has reached a new level...
Ok, bedtime for me. Friday awaits...thank God....night!
Speaking of religion, one of my clients came in the other day wearing a Yiddish t-shirt. It said "Got _____?", and no, I had absolutely no clue what the second word was but curiosity was killing me. He explained that it translated as "Got Cahunas?"...which of course is slang for testicles. I died laughing. And when he told me that his temple was selling them I nearly lost it right there. Where is this temple and do they have a size small?! What a delightfully inappropriate Yiddish shirt.
Just when I think I've seen everything in the gym, there walks in a testicle-reference t-shirt purchased at a temple. I love my job.
As far as my workout goes, today felt rushed but I was able to get everything in. I wanted to hit back and biceps twice this week, so today was back day #2. Not going to lie, this week has been increasingly exhausting, so the weights felt a little heavier than normal and cardio was a blur. After tomorrow's workout I will definitely need some down time. And in perfect timing, our neighborhood pool opens on Saturday. Ah yes, dozens of kids running around with foam noodles and a sugar high that could wake the dead. That's my idea of a great afternoon. And now my sarcasm has reached a new level...
Ok, bedtime for me. Friday awaits...thank God....night!
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Sacrificing Trees on Hump Day
Today was a very rewarding hump day. Ok, all my workdays are rewarding in some way or another, but today was especially great. Oh believe me, it didn't exactly start that way when my alarm went off at 4:16 and briefly contemplated practicing my curve ball with the phone. I was beyond exhausted from the start, and had to prop myself against the closet wall to get dressed. I looked like I would fail any sobriety test. Sad.
My Wednesday morning was fairly normal besides the fact that my eyes were heavy and I felt like any other 84 year old...ready for a nap by 10am. But it was game time. I had chest, triceps, and core today. Sometimes I find that I actually lift better on days when I'm tired. Mainly because it forces me to mentally focus more and push harder just to get through it. That's not always the case though. I was pleased with my weights and kept everything heavier than normal. No cardio for this rearend today,...a nice break from the treadmill.
Instead, I headed to Hallmark where I managed to spend $30 on cards. Seriously, what is wrong with me? I don't even have that many friends, but nonetheless I am a card slut. Totally not "green" at all. I practically bought and killed at least 2 trees and a sapling in one purchase.
Moving on...
This afternoon proved to be pretty intense. I had one client blow me away with sort of where she is mentally and emotionally in regards to her body image. After losing over 100 pounds, she is content with her body, able to control her portions, enjoy splurges on occasion, and genuinely FEELS GOOD. She's experiencing balance where chaos and extreme-behavior once ruled. Ah, I was so excited for her. She's at a place where some women will go there entire lives and never be. Amazing.
Its ironic that we (women) often think that if we take care of everyone else, be everything to everyone, and burn ourselves down that we'll somehow be valued more or feel fulfilled in the process. It couldn't be further from the truth, and I see it ALL THE TIME with my middle-aged female client with kids. As if to take 30 minutes for the sake of your health is a horrible thing. News flash: The reason you won't get mother of the year award is NOT because you took time to exercise....and I'll go ahead and claim that as fact.
Truth is, your kids are watching your habits (good and bad), and are effected by them more than you realize. If one parent is obese, a child is 50% more likely to be obese. If both parents are obese, that number jumps to 85%. You are their primary example of health.....what example are you setting?
Just something to think about.
Its almost 9:00 and I feel like I just sat down. Oh but my queen size dose of heaven is calling my name....practically screaming at this point.
Another day in the books folks,...night!
My Wednesday morning was fairly normal besides the fact that my eyes were heavy and I felt like any other 84 year old...ready for a nap by 10am. But it was game time. I had chest, triceps, and core today. Sometimes I find that I actually lift better on days when I'm tired. Mainly because it forces me to mentally focus more and push harder just to get through it. That's not always the case though. I was pleased with my weights and kept everything heavier than normal. No cardio for this rearend today,...a nice break from the treadmill.
Instead, I headed to Hallmark where I managed to spend $30 on cards. Seriously, what is wrong with me? I don't even have that many friends, but nonetheless I am a card slut. Totally not "green" at all. I practically bought and killed at least 2 trees and a sapling in one purchase.
Moving on...
This afternoon proved to be pretty intense. I had one client blow me away with sort of where she is mentally and emotionally in regards to her body image. After losing over 100 pounds, she is content with her body, able to control her portions, enjoy splurges on occasion, and genuinely FEELS GOOD. She's experiencing balance where chaos and extreme-behavior once ruled. Ah, I was so excited for her. She's at a place where some women will go there entire lives and never be. Amazing.
Its ironic that we (women) often think that if we take care of everyone else, be everything to everyone, and burn ourselves down that we'll somehow be valued more or feel fulfilled in the process. It couldn't be further from the truth, and I see it ALL THE TIME with my middle-aged female client with kids. As if to take 30 minutes for the sake of your health is a horrible thing. News flash: The reason you won't get mother of the year award is NOT because you took time to exercise....and I'll go ahead and claim that as fact.
Truth is, your kids are watching your habits (good and bad), and are effected by them more than you realize. If one parent is obese, a child is 50% more likely to be obese. If both parents are obese, that number jumps to 85%. You are their primary example of health.....what example are you setting?
Just something to think about.
Its almost 9:00 and I feel like I just sat down. Oh but my queen size dose of heaven is calling my name....practically screaming at this point.
Another day in the books folks,...night!
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Running in Circles
I enjoy looking at the stats on my blog. I can see where people are reading from, their traffic source, and key words they used to search through Google. Yesterday, someone typed in "mooning figure" into google and were redirected to my page. Mooning figure? Seriously, what were you actually looking for? Were you sober? That's bizarre,...but no judgment,...welcome.
After a long Monday, Tuesday hits me like a ton of bricks. I was able to sleep in about 20 extra minutes, which didn't really matter in the scheme of things since I didn't go to bed until after 10. Might as well have been 1am. I woke up face-down in the pillow nearly suffocating and yet completely content to stay in the position for another couple hours. No such luck. Scarfed down some egg whites, grabbed my coffee, and was out the door like the bright and chipper morning glory I am. That's crap......I was just out the door.
So let me finish the thought I started last night before my arthritis flared and I needed to hit the bed...
Two clients pulled me aside after their workout, and I immediately noticed a somewhat discouraged look on their faces. To make a long story short, they wanted to know why they still suck wind, struggle, and cannot breeze through a workout even after months of training. HA. I did have to chuckle a little bit. (Chuckle is a creepy word by the way). They explained that they look around the gym and feel like they're the only ones looking like ultimate fighting victims, and wanted to know WHY.
Ok,...first, stop watching others. Period. Two people can be doing the exact same workout or work with the same trainer, but you truly will get out of it what YOU put in it. Yes, there are people that go through the motions and are "working out" but not really pushing themselves. Their choice. Not your concern. Secondly, as you get stronger, recover quicker, become leaner, etc.., you have to make it harder and change the intensity. The body is very adaptive and you'll stop seeing changes if you do the same 'ol thing time after time.
I've seen dozens of people who come in saying "I've done the same routine for the past 2 years, but I'm not seeing results like I did the first 2 months." Yeah, no kidding. That's because you're body knows the routine, and has become so efficient doing it that you're now burning less calories and recruiting less muscle fibers during the workout.
The reason the ladies feel "out of shape", as they put it, is because I'm constantly changing the routine and making it harder as they improve. I do wish they would have said something earlier because it was simply a maker of perspective and expectations. They associated struggle as a bad thing during a workout. News flash, if you don't want to curse and crawl into fetal position at least once in your workout you're not working hard enough. Its not meant to be a walk in the park.
I think they left there with a new outlook on the whole gym experience and how it truly is a personal journey,...one day at a time,...one workout at a time.
My own workout today was definitely painful at times. I hit shoulders and quads. I was ready for a day off from cardio, so that's why I decided to hit quads today, but then there I was on the treadmill after my weights. I have no clue what my rationale was, except that I couldn't feel why quads by that point, so what was a little treadmill-mountain-climb, right?! Boo. I got it done, but I would be lying if I said it was both easy and fun....ha, hardly.
Its 10 minutes til 9 and I look and feel like I was beat with a croquet mallet. I say that because I honestly was hit in the mouth with one when I was about 7. My brother decided to swing it like a 9i, and I decided to stand directly behind him to watch. Idiots. I bled, he laughed.
Before I sign off, its officially my dear niece's birthday!! That bundle of Parker love turns 1 today, and I am a proud, spoiling, totally-nuts-about-her aunt :) Happy Birthday lil peanut!
After a long Monday, Tuesday hits me like a ton of bricks. I was able to sleep in about 20 extra minutes, which didn't really matter in the scheme of things since I didn't go to bed until after 10. Might as well have been 1am. I woke up face-down in the pillow nearly suffocating and yet completely content to stay in the position for another couple hours. No such luck. Scarfed down some egg whites, grabbed my coffee, and was out the door like the bright and chipper morning glory I am. That's crap......I was just out the door.
So let me finish the thought I started last night before my arthritis flared and I needed to hit the bed...
Two clients pulled me aside after their workout, and I immediately noticed a somewhat discouraged look on their faces. To make a long story short, they wanted to know why they still suck wind, struggle, and cannot breeze through a workout even after months of training. HA. I did have to chuckle a little bit. (Chuckle is a creepy word by the way). They explained that they look around the gym and feel like they're the only ones looking like ultimate fighting victims, and wanted to know WHY.
Ok,...first, stop watching others. Period. Two people can be doing the exact same workout or work with the same trainer, but you truly will get out of it what YOU put in it. Yes, there are people that go through the motions and are "working out" but not really pushing themselves. Their choice. Not your concern. Secondly, as you get stronger, recover quicker, become leaner, etc.., you have to make it harder and change the intensity. The body is very adaptive and you'll stop seeing changes if you do the same 'ol thing time after time.
I've seen dozens of people who come in saying "I've done the same routine for the past 2 years, but I'm not seeing results like I did the first 2 months." Yeah, no kidding. That's because you're body knows the routine, and has become so efficient doing it that you're now burning less calories and recruiting less muscle fibers during the workout.
The reason the ladies feel "out of shape", as they put it, is because I'm constantly changing the routine and making it harder as they improve. I do wish they would have said something earlier because it was simply a maker of perspective and expectations. They associated struggle as a bad thing during a workout. News flash, if you don't want to curse and crawl into fetal position at least once in your workout you're not working hard enough. Its not meant to be a walk in the park.
I think they left there with a new outlook on the whole gym experience and how it truly is a personal journey,...one day at a time,...one workout at a time.
My own workout today was definitely painful at times. I hit shoulders and quads. I was ready for a day off from cardio, so that's why I decided to hit quads today, but then there I was on the treadmill after my weights. I have no clue what my rationale was, except that I couldn't feel why quads by that point, so what was a little treadmill-mountain-climb, right?! Boo. I got it done, but I would be lying if I said it was both easy and fun....ha, hardly.
Its 10 minutes til 9 and I look and feel like I was beat with a croquet mallet. I say that because I honestly was hit in the mouth with one when I was about 7. My brother decided to swing it like a 9i, and I decided to stand directly behind him to watch. Idiots. I bled, he laughed.
Before I sign off, its officially my dear niece's birthday!! That bundle of Parker love turns 1 today, and I am a proud, spoiling, totally-nuts-about-her aunt :) Happy Birthday lil peanut!
Monday, May 7, 2012
Full Moon
Where did the weekend go? I seriously woke up in a complete blur and when it hit me that it was Monday morning I nearly fell out of bed while simultaneously yelling obscenities. Mom would not be proud.
Yesterday was packed. It started in a pew and ended at the bar. Pretty sure that's not exactly how Sundays are supposed to go...
The afternoon brought quite the entertainment as I met my future sister in-law and the bridal party to try on dresses for the wedding. What a show. The place was crawling with brides, bridesmaids, mothers of the bride, secretly angered and jealous friends of the bride,...you get the picture. We snagged several dresses and then headed back to the dressing room. Which, was more like a locker room. It was pre-game volleyball season of high school all over again, only this time I didn't recognize any of the breasts in that room. Ok, honestly, it didn't bother me at all. For whatever reason I've always been the "naked kid". Approximately 98.8% of my friends have seen more than me than they've probably chosen to,...and hats off to my college roommate Liz, who endured more moonings than any human being. She deserves a trophy.
Needless to say it was an entertaining afternoon with the ladies, and I left there pretty pumped about my brother's wedding and pretty bummed that an A-cup fits nothing anymore.
The day ended at Dain's Place Bar as we celebrated Zimm's 21st birthday. Ah yes, to be 21 again. We had a blast, and its great to have him back in town for another summer of training. Game time Zimm!
On to today...whew...
Fairly typical Monday,...I was tired,...I yelled at people,...they cursed at me,...etc
I mixed up my workout today and went with back, biceps, and core. I need to focus a little more on my upper back, so I'll try to train it twice a week with plenty of time in between. Details,...always about the details. My cardio today felt borderline miserable. My calves were tight from wearing heels all day yesterday, so the treadmill hike felt slightly steeper than normal.
I had an interesting conversation with 2 clients just before I left today that I think is more common than I actually am able to address with people. I'll elaborate tomorrow...right now I am spent and need to hit the bed. Night!
Yesterday was packed. It started in a pew and ended at the bar. Pretty sure that's not exactly how Sundays are supposed to go...
The afternoon brought quite the entertainment as I met my future sister in-law and the bridal party to try on dresses for the wedding. What a show. The place was crawling with brides, bridesmaids, mothers of the bride, secretly angered and jealous friends of the bride,...you get the picture. We snagged several dresses and then headed back to the dressing room. Which, was more like a locker room. It was pre-game volleyball season of high school all over again, only this time I didn't recognize any of the breasts in that room. Ok, honestly, it didn't bother me at all. For whatever reason I've always been the "naked kid". Approximately 98.8% of my friends have seen more than me than they've probably chosen to,...and hats off to my college roommate Liz, who endured more moonings than any human being. She deserves a trophy.
Needless to say it was an entertaining afternoon with the ladies, and I left there pretty pumped about my brother's wedding and pretty bummed that an A-cup fits nothing anymore.
The day ended at Dain's Place Bar as we celebrated Zimm's 21st birthday. Ah yes, to be 21 again. We had a blast, and its great to have him back in town for another summer of training. Game time Zimm!
On to today...whew...
Fairly typical Monday,...I was tired,...I yelled at people,...they cursed at me,...etc
I mixed up my workout today and went with back, biceps, and core. I need to focus a little more on my upper back, so I'll try to train it twice a week with plenty of time in between. Details,...always about the details. My cardio today felt borderline miserable. My calves were tight from wearing heels all day yesterday, so the treadmill hike felt slightly steeper than normal.
I had an interesting conversation with 2 clients just before I left today that I think is more common than I actually am able to address with people. I'll elaborate tomorrow...right now I am spent and need to hit the bed. Night!
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Lil Peanut's Party
Well, my Cinco de Mayo began a little later than expected. And by "later" I mean 6:53 in the morning. I slept in.
The only reason I stumbled out of bed at that point was to satisfy my need for caffeine...aaaand my cat seems to think he'll starve if he's not fed by 7am. He'll basically whine until I'm tempted to put him on the curb like a lawn ornament. Needless to say, I got up. Dumb cat.
I had to take care of some stuff around the house before it was time to knock out my cardio. I wasn't in the mood or the treadmill or eliptical, so I got a little crazy and opted to run outside. That's right, I ran. I haven't run over 3 miles in probably 5-6 weeks. Don't get me wrong, I've been doing cardio, just no running. I've been in a running-revolt of sorts. But today I needed a change. I cranked my ipod and hit the pavement,....don't worry, it was less than impressive. I kept my heartrate exactly where I wanted, but my hamstrings were screaming the whole time. 5 miles later I felt like a train hit me, but I was done....thank God. If anything, it will make me appreciate the incline mountain climb tomorrow morning.
We celebrated Haven's first birthday this afternoon! Her actual birthday isn't until Tuesday, but we started the party a little early. Everyone had a great time, and the party was not complete until I removed a tick from my brother's butt. That's right, in the middle of the party there I am with tweezers, rubbing alcohol, and my face just inches from his rear. No, it didn't feel normal, but nothing about my family ever feels normal. So what the heck, drop the pants and let's get this critter. At that point, kids are running around all sugar-drunk, adults are in food comas on the couch, and there I am performing semi-sterile tick removal. Pretty normal Parker birthday party.
I'll leave you with a few pictures from Haven's celebration...
The only reason I stumbled out of bed at that point was to satisfy my need for caffeine...aaaand my cat seems to think he'll starve if he's not fed by 7am. He'll basically whine until I'm tempted to put him on the curb like a lawn ornament. Needless to say, I got up. Dumb cat.
I had to take care of some stuff around the house before it was time to knock out my cardio. I wasn't in the mood or the treadmill or eliptical, so I got a little crazy and opted to run outside. That's right, I ran. I haven't run over 3 miles in probably 5-6 weeks. Don't get me wrong, I've been doing cardio, just no running. I've been in a running-revolt of sorts. But today I needed a change. I cranked my ipod and hit the pavement,....don't worry, it was less than impressive. I kept my heartrate exactly where I wanted, but my hamstrings were screaming the whole time. 5 miles later I felt like a train hit me, but I was done....thank God. If anything, it will make me appreciate the incline mountain climb tomorrow morning.
We celebrated Haven's first birthday this afternoon! Her actual birthday isn't until Tuesday, but we started the party a little early. Everyone had a great time, and the party was not complete until I removed a tick from my brother's butt. That's right, in the middle of the party there I am with tweezers, rubbing alcohol, and my face just inches from his rear. No, it didn't feel normal, but nothing about my family ever feels normal. So what the heck, drop the pants and let's get this critter. At that point, kids are running around all sugar-drunk, adults are in food comas on the couch, and there I am performing semi-sterile tick removal. Pretty normal Parker birthday party.
I'll leave you with a few pictures from Haven's celebration...
Friday, May 4, 2012
Let The Parties Begin...
Friday morning and I'm sitting down to my plate-o-eggs. 7 egg whites and 1 whole egg to be exact...and realizing that I need a chicken coop asap. I figure if my neighbor's dog can bark like a circus act around the clock, then what's a few chickens to add to the mind-numbing noise??...
I am still fighting this cold and honestly, its just annoying at this point. While its not effecting my workouts like it was earlier this week, I still have trouble breathing. Feeling a little sluggish, but its my day off so I can't complain about a little snot.
Yesterday was just one thing to the next, and by the time I made it to the grocery store I wanted to fake a bum knee replacement and hop in a riding cart. I was exhausted. I didn't even have time during the day to make an actual grocery list, so I had to wing it. For the record, I HATE doing that. I am a list slut and my OCD was going crazy to be in there without one. Some of you are like this and completely understand the anxiety I experienced. Others of you live in a spur-of-the-moment-list-rebel world that sounds like a small dose of hell to me. The one thing that drove me nuts in there was the price of avocados. Last week I paid $2.29 for 1, and this week they were $0.97. They were probably laced with pesticides and traveled in the same truck as fertilizer. I was glad to save a little, but its just a tease because I'll probably pay 4 bucks next week.
Buying fresh and natural can certainly be more expensive, but I'd argue that the health consequences of treating your body like a toilet and feeding it crap will cost you more. Period. In one way or another, the cost will be much greater.
Challenge of the day: throw 3 things out of your pantry. I don't care if there is still some in the box, you don't need it. Replace it with real food. Try something new. There are a ton of vegetables and fruit in season right now. If you've never been to a local farm or farmer's market you are missing out on what they are truly supposed to taste like. Post what you threw out...and don't just say you'll do it later....make a move now.
Here we go Friday.
Its the jump start to the weekend and mine is going to be packed. We are celebrating my precious niece (Haven)'s first birthday.
I seriously cannot believe she's almost one. Let the spoiling begin, I mean continue. Then I've got a 21st birthday celebration the following day. My guess is that the parties will be slightly different. Breast milk at one, beer at the other. THEN, I get to go with my sister in law, mom, and future sister in law to pick out dresses for the wedding. I just told her not to put me in pink. I would rebel and probably show up in my birthday suit. What can I say, I'm all about making memories...
Have a wonderful Friday and stay focused this weekend. Remember your goals, push yourself, and never settle for average :)
I am still fighting this cold and honestly, its just annoying at this point. While its not effecting my workouts like it was earlier this week, I still have trouble breathing. Feeling a little sluggish, but its my day off so I can't complain about a little snot.
Yesterday was just one thing to the next, and by the time I made it to the grocery store I wanted to fake a bum knee replacement and hop in a riding cart. I was exhausted. I didn't even have time during the day to make an actual grocery list, so I had to wing it. For the record, I HATE doing that. I am a list slut and my OCD was going crazy to be in there without one. Some of you are like this and completely understand the anxiety I experienced. Others of you live in a spur-of-the-moment-list-rebel world that sounds like a small dose of hell to me. The one thing that drove me nuts in there was the price of avocados. Last week I paid $2.29 for 1, and this week they were $0.97. They were probably laced with pesticides and traveled in the same truck as fertilizer. I was glad to save a little, but its just a tease because I'll probably pay 4 bucks next week.
Buying fresh and natural can certainly be more expensive, but I'd argue that the health consequences of treating your body like a toilet and feeding it crap will cost you more. Period. In one way or another, the cost will be much greater.
Challenge of the day: throw 3 things out of your pantry. I don't care if there is still some in the box, you don't need it. Replace it with real food. Try something new. There are a ton of vegetables and fruit in season right now. If you've never been to a local farm or farmer's market you are missing out on what they are truly supposed to taste like. Post what you threw out...and don't just say you'll do it later....make a move now.
Here we go Friday.
Its the jump start to the weekend and mine is going to be packed. We are celebrating my precious niece (Haven)'s first birthday.
I seriously cannot believe she's almost one. Let the spoiling begin, I mean continue. Then I've got a 21st birthday celebration the following day. My guess is that the parties will be slightly different. Breast milk at one, beer at the other. THEN, I get to go with my sister in law, mom, and future sister in law to pick out dresses for the wedding. I just told her not to put me in pink. I would rebel and probably show up in my birthday suit. What can I say, I'm all about making memories...
Have a wonderful Friday and stay focused this weekend. Remember your goals, push yourself, and never settle for average :)
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Dri-fit Liars
I need to be outside watering the plants, but if I actually sweat anymore today I just might say to heck with it all and move north. Apparently Spring completely passed us by and now here we are dripping like sinners and considering shedding every piece of clothing for sake of ventilation. For all of you who keep the house at a sweltering 80+ degrees, we may never be friends....I would constantly have pit stains...which bothers me enough to avoid it. My house is currently at 68...feels amazing. I look at it like this, if I get chilly I can put on another layer,....but when its hot, there is only so much I can take off before someone gets offended.
I'm just happy to stop sweating for the first time since 8am.
What a nutty morning.
By the time I made it to my workout, I was well beyond my word limit. I strapped on the head phones and hit the ground running. Don't take that literally. It was leg day...which means absolutely no running :). Speaking of headphones, I got a new pair and will probably never go back to the cheap crap I was buying before. For the first time, there was actual bass in my ear...thank God. The FULL rap/rock/workout experience. I was lost in the eardrum busting party going on in there...amazing. It was a good leg day,...tiring, but good. I threw in several supersets and plyo moves just to top off the hump-day workout. Tough love. I can't just bombard everyone else with it, I have to save a little for myself.
One thing I forgot to include yesterday was a VERY cool shout out to my dear client Kelly. I took her stats yesterday to gauge her progress, and it was an affirming "ah-ha" moment. I feel as though I preach to women DAILY about how the scale can be so deceptive, and yet we so often fall victim to this "I HAVE to weigh____" mentality. So when I have moments like I did with Kelly its awesome. Her weight was the same as when she started...which, for a woman her height and build was an acceptable number. HOWEVER, her percent bodyfat was down over 10%. That's huge. That equated to a 17 pound fat loss/muscle gain. Her clothes are fitting much differently and she said she's even into a pair of pants she's dreamed of wearing but has never been able to until now. I was absolutely thrilled for her. And as a woman, that is such an empowering feeling that ultimately permeates every aspect of your life. Very cool...way to go girl!!
Well, on that note I am out. Dishes to wash, people to stalk on facebook, the usual night routine. You laugh, and yet you're about to open a new tab right now....shame shame. Niiiight!
I'm just happy to stop sweating for the first time since 8am.
What a nutty morning.
By the time I made it to my workout, I was well beyond my word limit. I strapped on the head phones and hit the ground running. Don't take that literally. It was leg day...which means absolutely no running :). Speaking of headphones, I got a new pair and will probably never go back to the cheap crap I was buying before. For the first time, there was actual bass in my ear...thank God. The FULL rap/rock/workout experience. I was lost in the eardrum busting party going on in there...amazing. It was a good leg day,...tiring, but good. I threw in several supersets and plyo moves just to top off the hump-day workout. Tough love. I can't just bombard everyone else with it, I have to save a little for myself.
One thing I forgot to include yesterday was a VERY cool shout out to my dear client Kelly. I took her stats yesterday to gauge her progress, and it was an affirming "ah-ha" moment. I feel as though I preach to women DAILY about how the scale can be so deceptive, and yet we so often fall victim to this "I HAVE to weigh____" mentality. So when I have moments like I did with Kelly its awesome. Her weight was the same as when she started...which, for a woman her height and build was an acceptable number. HOWEVER, her percent bodyfat was down over 10%. That's huge. That equated to a 17 pound fat loss/muscle gain. Her clothes are fitting much differently and she said she's even into a pair of pants she's dreamed of wearing but has never been able to until now. I was absolutely thrilled for her. And as a woman, that is such an empowering feeling that ultimately permeates every aspect of your life. Very cool...way to go girl!!
Well, on that note I am out. Dishes to wash, people to stalk on facebook, the usual night routine. You laugh, and yet you're about to open a new tab right now....shame shame. Niiiight!
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Mars vs. Venus
Mom is blowing up my phone texting like a 14 year old. Bless her heart, her arthritis is probably screaming right about now.
They just saw a funnel cloud near the house and got caught in a horrible hail storm that apparently knocked all the power out and left a mess everywhere. We're used to hurricanes around here, tornadoes, not so much. And all the people in Kansas right now have absolutely no sympathy. I get it.
Despite the hieroglyphics she is sending, I am thankful they are safe and sound.
My work day was definitely not the smoothest, and came with a handful of glitches to say the least. Personal training is about relationships and the longer you're in it, the more sensitive/aware you become to instances when personalities clash. Today was one of those days. No, I do not expect to get along perfectly with every single person. That's unrealistic. However, when it boils down to "I don't respect you as a trainer because you have a vagina", I tend to get a little irritated. Where, in the laws of weight training, does it state that a vagina impairs one's ability to be a successful trainer? Give me a break. But it would probably be in the same fictional section where it explains that a penis gives you super powers. Sad news: it doesn't. Hope I just killed the dream for a few of you. Welcome to reality.
Unfortunately, I still face this issue every now and then. Some get over it after a few workouts, and others continue to live in their twisted world where their "lightsaber" really is a lightsaber.
The morning rolled on and I soon found myself facing a horrific shoulder workout. By horrific, I mean awesome. It was hard, and full of drop-sets and supersets, but it felt amazing and I was glad to get it done. While I thought I might cut my cardio short today because I still feel pretty crappy, once I turned on the tv and started moving I just decided to finish out the 45 minutes. Tomorrow is leg day, which means no cardio day. Ah yes, can't wait.
Ok, that may be it for me tonight. I'm spent, and my mom keeps texting me about what they choose to do when the power is out. There is something seriously wrong with my family.
Night!!
They just saw a funnel cloud near the house and got caught in a horrible hail storm that apparently knocked all the power out and left a mess everywhere. We're used to hurricanes around here, tornadoes, not so much. And all the people in Kansas right now have absolutely no sympathy. I get it.
Despite the hieroglyphics she is sending, I am thankful they are safe and sound.
My work day was definitely not the smoothest, and came with a handful of glitches to say the least. Personal training is about relationships and the longer you're in it, the more sensitive/aware you become to instances when personalities clash. Today was one of those days. No, I do not expect to get along perfectly with every single person. That's unrealistic. However, when it boils down to "I don't respect you as a trainer because you have a vagina", I tend to get a little irritated. Where, in the laws of weight training, does it state that a vagina impairs one's ability to be a successful trainer? Give me a break. But it would probably be in the same fictional section where it explains that a penis gives you super powers. Sad news: it doesn't. Hope I just killed the dream for a few of you. Welcome to reality.
Unfortunately, I still face this issue every now and then. Some get over it after a few workouts, and others continue to live in their twisted world where their "lightsaber" really is a lightsaber.
The morning rolled on and I soon found myself facing a horrific shoulder workout. By horrific, I mean awesome. It was hard, and full of drop-sets and supersets, but it felt amazing and I was glad to get it done. While I thought I might cut my cardio short today because I still feel pretty crappy, once I turned on the tv and started moving I just decided to finish out the 45 minutes. Tomorrow is leg day, which means no cardio day. Ah yes, can't wait.
Ok, that may be it for me tonight. I'm spent, and my mom keeps texting me about what they choose to do when the power is out. There is something seriously wrong with my family.
Night!!
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