goforitnicks’s BodyBlog

It feels good to "get it". Do you know what I am talking about? When you are finally convinced that you can do this and that you want to do this. By ‘this’ I mean, train hard and eat clean.

I have been busy and had little time for the internet and coincidently, my drive for working out also waned. I had to get up at 4am this morning to actually spend time on this site because I missed it. I missed you. My friends who encourage me and post inspiring reports and advice.  Now after 2 hrs, I feel good, reenergized and ready for the day. Hmm, it’s like reading the bible for the body. Anyway, My menu has already been changed. Awesome!

Two days ago I did legs. Still can’t walk properly and yesterday I did chest and back. It was an awesome back day. I didn’t want to leave. my husband kept feeling my back as I did my lat pull down. Must be doing something right.

I know I have been awol, but I’m back. 

I worked really hard all year to break my 135 plateau. It was a weight that was still uncomfortable as my stomach was always protruding and I was out of breath any time I danced. I knew I had more to lose. Since I hadn’t been in my 120’s since the early years of my 20’s I am now satisfied. I am currently 122lbs (still 5 feet) and I have little problem with that. But now I am having second thoughts…

A coworker who apparently noticed my transformation over the year commented that I had reached a plateau. I was a bit shocked as I didn’t know that he was monitoring me and I didn’t think I had hit a wall. To me, I was fine. Then in the same week, my husband said to me that I could lose a little more weight and I am not trying hard enough.

"What de hell?!" "Hasn’t anyone noticed that I am in my 120’s? That I lost 13 lbs this year? Give me a break, let me settle!"

Anyway, now that I have calmed down and re-evaluated, I know that my husband (and probably that co-worker) means well. I am technically still not at my optimum weight/physique.

So now the challenge is to get disgusted with this new plateau to aim for better. I will need to dismount from my high horse and get back on the threadmill. Vacation time is over.

This is how fat people get fat or stay fat, they never shoot for their optimum weight. They settle. For once in my life, I need to reach the pinnacle, instead of settling for mediocrity half way up the mountain.

Let’s do this!

I used to work out in the mornings and it felt great. I had energy for the day, I would beat the evening rush and I could go about my day knowing that I had done it! I had accomplish a huge goal of working out before 9am. The obvious down side to this which has now outweigh the pros is the constant battle every single morning to get up. Especially during winter time, when the bed is so warm and cozy. My mind would somehow trick my body to skip the gym as that day was unncessary or that I could always go later on in the day.

There is so much literature on whether one should work out in the a.m or p.m, it is confusing. I even tried working out at lunchtime one time and well I almost threw up. Since "they" say that cardio is more effective when done on an empty stomach, I am leaning towards morning workouts.  It’s going to be a challange to get back that die-hard drive to get up early but my planned evening workouts have been scoring me 1-2 gym sessions a week, so that is obviously not working!

Anyway, I did 50 mins of cardio this morning and threw it all away with a bag of cheez-zees and plaintain chips mid afternoon. You got to love bad news to start the weekend.

I have been eating well for the past few weeks, with an occasional cheat ingredient here and there but I can’t seem to get to the gym lately… Is it truly because my desire has waned? Do you guys experience that? Or could it just be my artsy nature which does not like routine? Argh! Why does it have to be one or the other? Each day that passes without going to the gym is a wasted day of not building muscle.

Two weeks ago I gained about 3 lbs and I was upset, now I am cool with that. This is NOT good, cause that’s how I gained 148lbs in the first place. I got comfortable at a new heavier weight. I’ll be damned if that happens again. Anyway, enough with the crapshoot.

This afternoon I plan to do some cardio and back… I am looking forward to wiping off the cobweb off my gym bag!!!

At work they refer to me as the "health person." Ha! Now I have a reputation to uphold. The person said it half antagonizingly (not a word) but that was the best thing she could have ever done because I know that they are watching me so I have been making an example of myself.

Maybe someone should make fun of me as a gym rat, maybe that will get me to the gym.

Today was leg day. Usually I dread it but not today. I was ‘oht ‘oht ‘oht. My husband said that I was pushing him. I was just in that zone. I ate well all day and so that led into a nice workout tonight. What can I say, I am getting there. My arms are starting to feel hard but I am not able to see definition as yet. That irritates me so I have been pushing myself. I want to see it damn it. Not just feel it when I flex. So there…I have moved from wanting to be healthy, to wanting to look pretty. Is that a bad thing? I don’t want to become obsessed.

Last night at the dinner party, I started off well. I held my ground against the pre-dinner foods of chips, dips and pop. However, as soon as the meal-time prayer was said, I had seemingly lost my resolve and was first in line sampling every single dish on the table. My plate was piled so high, the hostess jokingly asked me if there was going to be enough food for everyone. I didn’t pay her much attention, it was chinese food, a favourite of my fat self and I was in the "I-don’t-care-zone". Ten minutes into me chowing down on the fat salty noodles the new me kicked into gear. It was a back and forth conversation between healthy me and fat me. Back and forth they went debating whether I should continue eating. Physically I was full, but mentally I wanted to taste more. Eventually the healthy me won out and I asked for the rest of my food to be packed in a doggy bag, which I shamefacedly tossed when I got home.

I hate wasting food, but I am no longer a human garbage can and I am no longer an emotional eater. Tossing those dumplings and pork buns which were once gods in my life revealed to me that I do have what it takes to have a fit and lean body. I am no longer the fat me. six months ago I would have never been able to do that. I would have allowed the fat me to just clean the plate for several different absurd reasons. I’m done with that nonsense.

Today my workout was short: 30 mins of cardio and then back. My stomach felt gross and heavy so I didn’t do too much cardio. I am hoping to step it up tmr with cardio in the a.m and p.m, we will see how it goes. Crunch time! 

As I mentioned yesterday I ate crap after eating fairly clean for just over three weeks. Wow. I can actually feel the side effects. I slept for 12 hours and my body was feeling the old signs of fibromyalgia. I know experts say that we are what we eat, but I never really took notice until I had given my body a break from junk. I can definitely feel the difference between sugar from a carrot and sugar from fudge.

Today I didn’t manage to get a workout in, though I am hoping to ride the bike later. I have a house warming party to go to tonight and my once favourite menu, chinese, will be served. I wonder how I will do. Still in a daze from the toxic overload of yesterday, wontons and fried rice does not appeal to me now, so I hope that that once familiar smell does not throw me off when I am there.

Stay tuned, I will write about how did tommorrow.

I think that I’m addicted to the word ‘free.’ I haven’t eaten dairy in 3 weeks but today the free samples of goat cheese went down the hatch in record time. I was at an agricultural fair to mostly learn about new innovations and gather tips, but I accepted every free offer that was given to me. I hate those beef jerky things but I ate one. I don’t really care for cookies, but I ate one. I don’t really like Canadian fudge but I ate LOTS! Has that ever happened to you? It was like an episode from a zombie movie. I just kept stuffing my face as if I had never seen food before. Maybe it’s the 3 weeks of eating the same ‘ole, same ‘ole that sent me into a frenzy when I realised that there were free samples of different foods at the fair.

 Needless to say I feel like sh*t and I am farting like there is no tmr (sorry, gross I know). I think I am going to drink some hot tea and retire soon. Probably I will wake up tmr and realise that none of this shamefulness happened today.

Tonight I did 45 mins of legs and tumbled down the flight of stairs on my way out of the gym. I think I had a good leg day to compensate for the crap I did at the upper end of my body.

Goodnight.

I love variety. I can’t eat the same thing everyday, hence the reason, I don’t even think about competing. But I want to be lean so I have been taking the advice of you guys and upping the protein. 4 days now I’ve been eating scrambled egg whites. 4-6 eggs. This morning I almost gagged. First it’s the same thing I ate yesterday and second, that’s a lot of eggs for small ‘ole me.

I am not going to quit this time around, I want to eat as clean as possible until Christmas but I seriously need to do some recipe searching. I can’t eat another bowl of scrambled eggs for breakfast tmr.

Do I need a personal trainer or a nutritionist?

I am doing the workouts but I am soft. no matter how hard I push in the gym I don’t really get an gains. What am I doing wrong? Could it possibly be the lack of meat I eat. yuck, I hate meat. I guess that’s the price I have to pay for the hardness I want to feel on my arms. Not to mention to squiggly lines on my abs. I think today I will have to sit and meditate on my goal and how to get there. No sense going to the gym so often and looking soft forever. Especially not when my friends here are morphing before my eyes. Have you checked out Wallstcutie profile? Julofthenile? Get out eh. From this to that.

 Anyhoo, I better start reading on what I have to do to look like the hot babe I feel inside.