Posts Tagged ‘trainer’

I have a story

April 3, 2012

I was thinking the other day that I haven’t updated where I am in the whole working out process. If I were you, I’d think that I’d fallen off the wagon and given up for good! (Believe me, I’ve considered it!) The fact that I don’t blog about my workouts would lead you to believe that I’m just hoping you forgot that I used to! Thankfully that isn’t the case. My life, my health and mental well-being depend on working out. (darn-it-all)

You see, I floundered around for a few months after my trainer, Nick, died. Then my brother died of a heart attack. Then my other brother was hospitalized with heart problems eventuating with open-heart surgery. Started me thinking about my own heart health.

Christmas was right around the corner and I continued half-heartedly working out…until I had surgery requiring six weeks off. I loved the excuse to not work out! But, I lost much of the progress I’d made.

I was discouraged with my lack of discipline and with my body, but my husband wasn’t going to let me slip into an emotional abyss! He knows all the signs. We’ve been married nearly 30 years! He found me a new trainer pronto and I started back up in January. It’s amazing how a good workout can change one’s mindset! (It’s supposed to change your body too, but mine is particularly stubborn!)

I made the huge transition from private training to a much more public venue – Lifetime Fitness. I had to hoist my big-girl panties and just decide I wanted it bad enough to deal with the possibility of being watched. I can’t let myself look in the mirror at the gym as it’s too rudely honest. My imagination sees me as 30 pounds lighter and 20 years younger! I’ll keep my eyes averted and let my imagination run with it!

I just go where my trainer takes me and do what my trainer says to do and give it my all and hope that a middle aged, not-stick-thin mother of two, two-time breast cancer survivor can somehow inspire someone to hang in there just like me! I know I’m probably a sight to see!

So, here I am, three months along in the process with my new trainer. He’s excellent, by the way. I know I’d see more progress if I could get all my cardio in each week, but I have these pesky little nuisances called injuries to deal with! (And what is up with that?! I turn 50 and start falling apart?!)

A shoulder that snaps and clicks loudly and with searing pain. (It’s improving finally, in case you’re wondering.)  A foot that has such bad bunions that just walking without a limp is a feat. (pun) Can you hear the violins playing as I waaaaaaaaah?! And yes, the doc wants me to have surgery . . . not if I can help it for as long as I can manage!

I told my trainer the other day, if this is as good as it gets, being half a century old and needing a 50,000 mile overhaul, by golly, I’m keeping at it! The only alternative is quitting and that won’t help me one bit! In three months’ time, I’ve lost only 3 pounds! I can guarantee that if I didn’t work out, I’d gain a lot more than three! He’s still young. He just grins a confused grin. Someday perhaps he’ll listen with enlightened understanding. =)

The deal is this. Every time I go to the gym I need a reality check. I need to remind myself that I work out because I feel better emotionally; I feel stronger physically and I usually sleep better.I work out to become healthier, not because it will make me something I am not – young and svelte!  It’s always good to remind myself of this lest I get discouraged!

You’d think that by the time any person turned 50, they’d know themselves well enough to not be pestered by the same trivialities that pestered them their whole life? Well, apparently not. The temptation is still there to judge myself harshly and compete with and compare to others and come out the loser. At least I’ve learned not to give in to it. The temptation is always there, but I throw it aside.

Something I have come to grips with is that these things will still dog me, but my value isn’t based on my appearance. Maybe to some people, but not anyone who loves me.

I have a story. There’s history hidden beneath this skin! I have purpose. I have people in my life who love me and count on me. They’d miss me if I were gone. They’re just glad to have me around, and don’t care if I’m buff or tan or young or svelte.

If someone only sees me and makes a value judgement based on what they see, they’ve missed the biggest and best part of who I am! Besides, I don’t really think all that many people are even looking! They’re all too worried that someone is looking at them!

What’s your story?

exercise for now and later

October 20, 2011

I came across this verse today as I was reading my Bible. It arrested my attention and reminded me to keep my focus and my priority.

Physical exercise has some value, but spiritual exercise is valuable in every way, because it promises life both for the present and for the future.  (Good News Translation)

I’ve been working out at Fitness Together for about 22 months. I’ve seen some very encouraging changes in my body and my attitude! I feel stronger, healthier, enjoy better balance and stamina and am so very glad to be able to work out there twice a week!

Monday I went in to my workout appointment with Ashley armed with my eating/exercise journal and a new resolve. I told her I’ve got to get out of this slump and that I wanted to face the ‘Big 50’ next month with 10 fewer pounds! She said it’s possible but that I’ve gotta be willing to pay the price. (translation – I’ve gotta get my fat butt in there more often to do my cardio – more cardio – longer, more strenuous cardio!)

Even as I do pay that price, I’m still an almost 50 year-old middle-aged woman fighting the calendar and gravity! Working out won’t make me look like a 29 year-old fashionista model! (Dang!)  It will help me be a healthy, fit 50-year-old!  Ha!

It’s so typical to work hard at trying to get/stay fit but let’s face it, each day gravity gains more ground! We continue to fight fat, eat right, exercise, get enough sleep, drink enough water and yet natural law has the upper hand at least for now!

That’s where this verse comes in. Physical exercise is helping me live physically. But one day this body will give up/check out/sign off.  But my spirit is eternal. It will get a new, way better spiritual body to live in one day. I need to continue doing my spiritual exercises daily because it not only will strengthen me for living day-to-day right now, but it is also preparing me for my future forever-life! My spirit doesn’t have to fight gravity or age! It becomes stronger, more agile and beautiful and more alive the more I nurture and train it!

So, how do I exercise my spirit?

For starters, I spend a little time every morning reading my Bible. God’s Word. The words of God. Spoken to people and written down. Wow. I can know some of the thoughts of God! They’re here for me to read! I just have to open the book and read them and let them sink into my mind and heart. As I do that every day, it impacts my life – my thoughts, my actions, my relationships, etc.

Every part of Scripture is God-breathed and useful one way or another—showing us truth, exposing our rebellion, correcting our mistakes, training us to live God’s way. Through the Word we are put together and shaped up for the tasks God has for us.  (2 Timothy 3:16-17 The Message Bible)

Another way I exercise my spirit is to pray. This, I have to admit is harder for me than reading. So, this is why I persevere, because I know it’s important. It is my lifeline to God. Talking to Him is vital. I mean, how can you grow a friendship with someone you never talk to? So, I mostly write my conversations with him. (At least my end of them, ha!) Although sometimes I just talk out loud. In my kitchen or in the car. I tell him what grabs my attention from what I’ve read in the Bible and how I want it to change me. I tell him about the concerns I have for my family and friends and myself. I ask him for help, for wisdom. I tell him how amazing I think he is. I marvel at the creation he designed. I tell him or I gasp or gawk! Like the time a huge hawk flew just above me. Or when there’s a gorgeous sunrise or sunset. I don’t use religious language – Thees and Thous. I just talk and write and marvel.

Another way I exercise my spirit is to go to church. It’s way too easy to sleep in! Waaaaaaaaaaaay too easy! Excuses abound – I don’t even have to go looking for them. They are ready and waiting! (Kinda like all those excuses to keep me from working out!)

Going to church isn’t some way of making myself feel better about myself. I don’t go to ease my conscience. Going there puts me in contact with other people who are in the same boat as me so to speak. We’re all on a spiritual journey. We’re all wanting to know God and grow spiritually. None of us are perfect, nor are we pretending to be. We are learning to leave our pretenses at the door.

Being at church encourages me. It lightens my load. I leave refreshed, and challenged and armed with knowledge to help me make changes in my life and trust God more.

So, there’s my beginning description of what it means to exercise my spirit. I hope it encourages you to exercise yours.

Here’s a bonus tip, no charge! Sometimes I “multi-task” and listen to worship music as I run/walk. I talk to God as I pant my way along the treadmill or trail. I could even start memorizing scripture as I run! But I always find something to shake my head at and tell God how astoundingly amazing he is!

Happy exercising to you – physically and spiritually!

i’ve lost a friend

August 4, 2011

When I started this blog 19 months ago, I didn’t know Nick Ryan. But as I began my quest for fitness and health, he became my trainer and eventually my friend.

Two and a half weeks ago he and some friends were hiking up in Montana. As their yearly trips went, this was not even dangerous, yet his amazing life was cut short from a fall.

I’m still trying to wrap my mind around this. It’s one of those inexplicable tragedies in life that seem so absolutely wrong.

Over the last few days, my husband and I have been watching Shark Week on Discovery Channel. The people in these shows are risking life and limb, literally, to film, and yet aren’t killed by their serious risk-taking choices. Nick, on the other hand, was just out with his friends hiking one minute and gone the next.

I’ve wrestled with God and asked questions about the seeming lack of fairness of it all, yet have to quiet my heart, and say, “You are God and hold our lives and times in your hands.” My heart aches, not only for my loss, but for Nick’s wife and two little girls who have lost a terrific man, husband and father.

I wasn’t able to attend Nick’s funeral, so wrote a brief tribute to honor him and his impact on my life. Here it is:

A Tribute to Nick

I first met Nick in January of 2010.

A friend of mine had begun working out at Fitness Together in October 2009, and I saw such changes in her that it gave me my first glimmer of hope in nearly six years.

I’m a two time breast cancer survivor. The second cancer experience left me physically very weak with a serious lack of balance, in addition to 50 extra pounds due to many drugs and lack of activity. I didn’t look like myself to me and I didn’t feel like myself either. I had become so discouraged with my situation, I thought, “I fought off cancer twice to live in a body that was hi-jacked by cancer and now doesn’t even look like the me I remember before cancer?!”

Dieting and exercise didn’t effect much change for me and I lost hope that my body could ever become strong and active. My heart was damaged by the chemotherapy and my lungs were damaged from the pneumonia. My balance was off for 7 long months from some unexplained inner ear malady that left me unable to drive or look at any movement without feeling severe nausea.

My upper body lacked physical strength from lack of use, but also from my chest muscles being “messed with” due to my radical bilateral mastectomy. I was in terrible shape and I felt old and worn out and weary.

That’s the Kris Beauchamp that walked into Fitness Together seeking help in January 2010. Although looking back, I was hoping for a miracle but Nick wasn’t going to promise me one! I was hoping I could get in and outta there in 2 or 3 months. He was gracious not to laugh or roll his eyes, but he told me realistically that it was going to be a longer commitment than that.

I remember feeling embarrassed and ashamed of my fat body and horrified that he had to weigh and measure me. If it hadn’t been for my friend’s success I might never have gone back after those numbers were written down!

I’d go in, very quietly and do whatever was asked, thinking I was going to pass out from oxygen deprivation or hyperventilation, but he always pressed me just to the point I thought I couldn’t achieve and right before I’d pass out he’d let me stop! Nick got me to do more than I thought I could; more than I would have ever done on my own.

Nick was positive and encouraging. Always ready with a bright, friendly smile.

He took me where I was – didn’t make me feel ashamed for letting my body get in the situation it was in and looked at the facts and asked me where I wanted to be in 6 months or 12 or 24!

Initially I wanted to be able to enjoy life with my family. I wanted to lose some weight to feel comfortable again. I wanted to be alive for my future grandkids and be able to get down on the floor to play with them and be able to get back up again afterward too! Seriously. Once down on the floor, I couldn’t get up again by myself! That’s how weak I was!

I progressed ever so gradually, but Nick was always ready with praise for even the smallest increase of strength. I’d downplay it because of embarrassment and he’d remind me how far I’d actually come. No progress was too small to celebrate.

I’ve gone back and reread several of my blog posts about working out at Fitness Together and was reminded of just how monumental my progress actually was.

I remember telling Nick that I was out walking with my husband up a hill and I could feel a shift. All of a sudden I could breathe deeply, all the way in. I could fill my lungs and it was the best feeling ever! It was the first time in 3 or 4 years that I could completely fill my lungs with air!

I’m not sure, but I think I may be the only person who would ever leave a workout with Nick by thanking him. But I did. Yes, I paid him to work with me and it wasn’t cheap, but I still thanked him for making me a better, stronger, healthier, happier me. He’d tell me I was the one doing the work, but I wouldn’t have been able to do it without him.

At my last workout with Nick, I told him that I’d lost three pounds since my last weigh in (which amounted to a measly half pound a week in my mind). He turned sideways and looking over his left shoulder at me from across the room he grinned, saying with exuberant conviction, “Kris! You are doing it! If you keep doing what you’re doing now, you will reach your goals!”

Nick and I would discuss things I’d blog about relating to weight loss, fitness or nutrition. He’d challenge my thinking and press me to see a different perspective.

One day I wrote about a quote by Horace Mann:

“Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.”

I know I’m just me, not a great person in the whole scheme of things, but I’m sure if you asked others, they’d feel the same way: Nick was a person who won a victory for me. He helped me conquer the ravaging effects of cancer in my body to become stronger, healthier and happier. His death is untimely for sure, but there is no shame in it. Nick won a huge victory for me by helping me find my way back to myself, back to even a better place of health and wellness than I ever thought I could.

Nick, I’ll do my best to carry on your legacy of winning some victory for humanity in my world. I’ll miss you, but I’ll do you proud.

Kris

innate or not

February 25, 2011

I was at Fitness Together again yesterday. =) I go twice a week. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to be able to go! I feel so healthy and strong and after years of being sick, I feel like a brand new person! I no longer feel old and decrepit! Now that is worth shouting about!

I was telling Nick (my trainer) about my sad revelation that after a year of working out, I still don’t have this workout thing ‘under my belt.’ How I thought that by now I would have become an avid workout junkie. That I’d wake up bouncing with excitement to go run or lift or whatever. That I’d just happily forgo whatever fattening food was in front of me knowing it was poison, certain death to my goals. Likewise, I’ve just assumed that people who workout always love working out, that it is innately a part of them, and that they never struggle with it. I always assumed there was a special workout grace for those lucky people who naturally gravitate toward athleticism. He smiled and said that to even those people it is still work. What? That’s not very encouraging to someone like me! But then again, it is. They still have to motivate themselves, as do I. It may not get easier, but at least it’s not easy for the naturals either. lol

Personally, I gravitate to sitting and reading, sitting and writing, sitting and working on my computer, sitting in the backyard enjoying the beauty or standing to cook! I consider pushing a grocery cart up and down the isles and carrying the bags in the house to be a workout!

Yesterday I was chatting with Deb at the dry cleaners about these things. She’s seen me change over the last year as I carry in dirty laundry and carry out freshly pressed shirts. She knows I’ve been a regular at Fitness Together just down the street, so she asked me how it’s been going. I shared my newest revelation of how it hasn’t gotten easy yet . . . and that it never will be easy, sigh.

She’s a runner. She’s been running for years! She told me that there were times she was unmotivated or wasn’t feeling all that well, but that she would keep at it because she was afraid if she stopped, she might not start up again! That’s what kept her running! We have something in common! That’s part of why I keep going! I’m not afraid if I stop I’ll never start up again, I’m fairly certain that will happen!

As I finished up my workout yesterday, Nick, as always, found the golden nugget of encouragement. He’s always so good at sifting through everything and seeing the improvement, the success, and pointing it out. He reminded me that even though I’d been extremely tired that morning (after flying in the night before – having taken 4 trips in 8 weeks!) that I showed up! That’s huge! He mentioned that I got out my food diary and started it up again, telling him about it so that I could be accountable. He said that is a great sign of change in my life. Monitoring my schedule, activity and eating and adjusting shows just how much I’ve learned over the last year.

He’s always so good at reminding me of the monumental steps I’ve taken, baby steps for me, yet life-changing significant steps all the same. (One small step for woman, one giant leap for womankind?) My friend Deanna reminds me regularly from whence I’ve come. It’s easy for me to forget the pneumonia, the dizziness, the weak heart, weak lungs, the multiple surgeries and weak muscles from all of that. Easy, because I want to forget. She reminds me and gets choked up just thinking about where I was and where I am now.

I may not be where I’d like to be. (But really, who ever is completely?) But, I’m not where I was, and I’m moving forward. That in itself is worth celebrating. Working out may never become easy, but Nick told me it shouldn’t. He said if it’s easy, then I’m not working myself hard enough. Why bother going through the motions but not gaining any benefit? Too many people settle for that. Workouts should be hard.

So, as I keep at it, I need to celebrate the little things, like the progression I’ve taken. Hate working out – dislike working out – seeing the benefits of working out – not hating working out – looking forward to working out because I will enjoy the benefits. I still wouldn’t get there without having to make and keep an appointment. The accountability is what gets me there! But at least I show up, and that’s progress!

Here’s to another year!

week 14

April 13, 2010

Okay, so please don’t judge me! I know I started the personal trainer thing thinking I’d only be able to make it happen for two months, three max. That’s all we had saved up. I’ve been praying, literally, for about 8 weeks that God would provide the money for me to continue. I take it a day at a time and God has been kind and generous and somehow, even though it comes down to the wire more times than not, I’ve been able to keep going twice a week! Praise God! I’d really like to ‘have it in the bag’ though and know well in advance! But, as long as I can keep going I won’t whine!

I have to tell you that I never dreamt it was possible to feel as good as I do! Apparently, it’s been way too long since I’ve felt good! Way too long!

Before I began at Fitness Together, I never really understood the whole personal trainer thing. Now I get it! But I don’t ‘get’ why some people settle for ‘good enough’ when they could experience the ‘best’, which is the training I’m blessed to experience. When I go to the gym, I watch people with their trainers and there seems to be very little going on. The person is doing a particular exercise while the trainer is usually mildly interested, glancing around the gym, not tuned in to their client. Granted, I’m not following them around the gym to see their whole session, but I can tell that I’m getting a lot more input, accountability and ultimately more strength and endurance for the money I spend than they are getting.

My trainers watch me, my position, my execution of a particular press and give ready feedback. They lightly touch the muscles that are supposed to be contracting so they know and I know if I’m doing it right. They give me instruction and reminders. They encourage and motivate and press me to do more than I could on my own.

I keep a log of what I eat. It’s such a good practice. It’s too easy to get lazy and knowing that my food journal will be checked is a good motivator also! My trainers point out if I’m not eating enough vegetables or fruit or if I’m storing up calories and eating them all at the end of the day (which I tend to do often!) It’s so helpful to have that other pair of eyes looking and evaluating. It’s also great to have a particularly good week and be praised! I don’t care how old a person is, we always love being praised!

So, at week 14, I’ve gone down three notches on my belt, had to buy a new belt and am ready to shop for some new clothes! My pants are all too big for the first time in 5 years at least! I’m not complaining! My saggy arms are getting tight and you can see the muscles! I don’t know if I’ve ever seen arm muscles on myself before! It’s not just about that though. I’m not having to catch my breath when I go up the stairs. I have much more energy throughout the day. I’m run/walking almost even times (walk 5 minutes, run 5, walk 5 . . .) and can see huge improvements lifting weights, doing lunges, and all the other things they have me do. Today was the first day I was actually shocked at the improvements! It is so encouraging! I leave there smiling!

The other thing I’ve noticed is that when I first began, I’d come home wiped out; completely exhausted. I’d get showered and then have to take a nap! For real! Then the next day I’d be so fatigued that I wouldn’t do any cardio. I figured just walking around with those sore muscles was good enough. By the next day I’d do some cardio and the following day would go back to train. It’d be the same routine. It’d take days to recover.

Well, now I don’t take naps! (I’m such a big girl now! Ha!) Seriously, I can run, walk, workout, whatever and don’t have to break between days. That may not seem like much to some of you, but coming from where I’ve come, this is worth celebrating! In addition, my outlook on life is affected. I’m emotionally energized and ‘up’ and love life even more! (No, no one is paying me to say this ~ you cynics!)

I’ve dieted, I’ve exercised, I’ve run and biked and swam. But never in my life have I seen the results I’ve seen in the last 13 1/2 weeks. I’d have never believed it, but it happened to me! It’s my body that is changing in front of my eyes! It has been so totally worth all the effort and money. It’s the best money I’ve ever spent. (If I figured what I’ve spent on medical bills over the last 10 years, I shudder to think the number of training sessions I could have paid for! Yes, it was all to help save my life and that is a good thing!) Working out with a personal trainer is extending my life, and makes the quality of my life enormously better!

So, there is my week 14 update. I hope it doesn’t sound like bragging. (Cuz I’m not.) I hope it doesn’t make your heart fill with disdain! (That’ll only hurt you.) Please don’t be jealous. (There isn’t any benefit from that.) And please, please don’t judge me. Judging is yuck. Instead, rejoice with me that God is answering my prayers! Please be as delighted as I am that I’m getting stronger and healthier! Be happy with me! You’ll be healthier too!

“A happy heart is good medicine and a cheerful mind works healing.” Proverbs 17:22

week 8 adjourns

March 6, 2010

I’ve tried to keep from talking about my workouts too much, but since I’m finishing up my second month, figured I should mention my progress to anyone who’s interested.

I’m tremendously encouraged that in spite of several out-of-town trips and the ups and downs of schedules and health, I’m still at it! Weeks 7 and 8 have been more challenging physically for some reason, but I’m guessing that’s probably normal. I’ve had a sore hip-joint and recently I strained a hamstring, but nothing is stopping my progress and for that I’m grateful! It’s all part of it! (I’m realizing that if I’d tighten the muscles I’m supposed to during an exercise, I won’t strain something else! What a revelation! I eventually learn, and that’s good!)

Wednesday was so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself and ignored the treadmill, going out for a run up and down our street instead. It’s a two-mile course where I dodged snow piles, ice and puddles and carefully navigated the gravel as I jogged my way through the neighborhood. I felt vibrantly alive and invigorated! I wanted to keep running on and on, but made myself stop to get on with other tasks. Boy, it’s good I did!

I spoke at MOPS the next morning and had a great time with them. After driving home and fixing a bite of lunch I decided to sit and do some work on my computer. It was as if a giant pillow pressed me into my chair and held me captive! I couldn’t get up! I couldn’t keep my head up or my eyes open. I kept resisting but continued being over-powered by the pushing pillow of post-exercise exhaustion! I think I sat in that stupor for a couple of hours – I’m not sure!

Thursday I longed for another outdoor run, but even though the temp was right, the wind made it feel colder and I realized once again, with disappointment, that I am only a fair-weather runner. The conditions all have to be right, or I’ll find a way out. That’s precisely why I’ve never succeeded at working out. There’s always a reason not to!

And that’s precisely why I need a trainer! With a trainer there are no excuses. Perhaps reasons, or challenges to be worked through, but one is never let off the hook (or weight cables for that matter!)

I haven’t weighed myself or measured or done any kind of comparison with myself, but I’m feeling strong and energetic (except when plastered to a chair after a run!) I fit in my clothes better and am cinching up my belt a few notches – but it’s really about feeling good, which I do.

So, there you have it. Week 8 is about finished. I’m hoping I can continue training with Nick and Ashely, but if not, I hope I’ve learned enough to continue the winning process of weight training, consistent cardio and eating right. They all go together. I’ll keep you posted on my progress.

By the way, how are you doing?

it hurts so good

January 11, 2010

In case you were wondering how it’s going in the workout world, I’ll update you! After thinking things through a bit more, I decided a hybrid of options would be my best bet.

You see, after going to meet with the trainer, I knew that was going to be what worked best for me. But the long-term factor made me think financially it would be impossible. Then I made a mental list of the reasons I don’t make it to the gym. I’ll try to remember and list it to slake your curiosity!

Reasons I avoid going to the gym:
*it’s intimidating (Translated, that means I don’t enjoy feeling like a chunky middle-aged woman in a world of sleek, finely tuned female physiques. I’d rather be chunky by myself!)
*there are so many people (I dislike crowds, can’t help it!)
*parking is a hassle (especially in this weather!)
*I’m not confident on the machines (why spend all that time and energy doing the exercises wrong?)
*I don’t want to be recognized (i.e. I’m there to ‘get it over with’ and get outta there! I don’t want to chit chat.)

That’s pretty good for starters! Then I listed the reasons I enjoyed my time at the personal trainer’s gym.

Reasons I won’t avoid going to the personal trainer:

*it’s private
*it’s private
*it’s private

*For real!

Other reasons:

*it’s not as intimidating (I’m usually the only client there which makes me happy!)

*parking is easy – just park in front of the door and walk in (gotta love it!)

*the routine changes each visit, they show me how it’s done and monitor me as I work out

*they don’t know me and they aren’t there to chat, they are there to see me sweat! (the trainer examines my food/exercise log each visit)

*and yes, the cost (there is something about that hefty price tag that motivates me to never miss a session!)

Knowing myself and the desire for one-on-one and for privacy, the personal trainer route is the way to go. But, since I can’t afford to go three times a week for 6-12 months, we met halfway. Twice a week for 3 months. The other days I will work out on my treadmill at home or when the weather gets nice outside walking, running or biking. And, when I’m really feeling adventurous (heh) I’ll head over to the gym to do an occasional workout with my friends. (How they tolerate the likes of me I’ll never know! LOL)

So, I went today and Ashley worked me over good! Lunges, squats, push-ups, lat pull-down, elliptical machine, and more. After I got home, I needed a nap! But I resisted. I had to go downstairs to get something. OHMYGOODNESS!!!!!! My legs were jello and I barely made it down! Coming back up was no easy feat either! I’m so thankful for stair rails!

My family has already heard moaning and groaning and whining, but they just grin, especially my husband who has felt this way after many workouts for 38 years. No sympathy. Empathy maybe, but no sympathy!

Especially after having had a radical mastectomy; relearning to use my arm and chest muscles; not being able to wring out a wash cloth, bathe myself; not being able to lift a dinner plate or a gallon of milk or my arms above my waist. That was hurting so bad. It took painful stretching several times a day for weeks just to get my arms to loosen up. That was pain that was no fun.That was pain that was undeserved.

But this, this is pain that I choose. I love knowing that my body can actually bend and stretch and lift and all the rest of it! When I groan, it’s really joyous groaning! It feels good to hurt in this way, and as I told my trainer, “Oh, it hurts so good!”

plans and adjustments

January 5, 2010

Well, I followed through and met with a trainer this afternoon!
That’s the good news. The young man was top-notch and not muscle-bound and into his body. I could tell from talking with him that he was genuinely interested in helping people meet their goals. After a 2 hour session filled with questionnaires, assessments of strength, flexibility and stamina, I was given my results. That’s where the not so good news begins! I won’t tell you the results, but I can assure you that I won’t be winning a triathlon any time soon! But, it is good for a person to know exactly where they are so they can’t fool themselves any longer! That would be where I am about now!

The bad news? Well, the bad news is that a personal trainer is not going to be a part of my plan, at least for now. Meeting with him was a very educational experience. I benefited from going. Now at least I know what having a personal trainer is all about and someday that will be back in my plan! At least I can dream and strategize.

More good news? Perspective is everything! I now appreciate my gym membership all the more and will work harder getting my toosh there at least 3 times a week!

It’s time to adjust and adapt. No personal trainer? Then I need to call my friends who go to the same gym and see when they go. I’ll just have to “make an appointment” with them.  Then instead of being accountable to a trainer, I’ll be accountable to them. That’s a bit more of a challenge – trying to synchronize schedules – but it’s not impossible.  My friends will encourage me to show up. I can still succeed. I just have to be flexible, like Gumby and Pokey.

So, as in all of life, one must take stock, and readjust. That’s a good thing. It’s a necessary thing.

It’s been a productive and informative day and I’ve taken one more step in the right direction.

How about you? How are you coming with your plans? Any adjustments needing to be made?