hammiemam’s BodyBlog

Over two years ago, shortly after my third surgery for a muniscus tear, my physical therapist told me "never, ever, ever do leg extensions!"  But who am I to listen when someone tells me not to do something.  So of course there I am at my gym in the middle of a planned leg workout, and a little voice says "Hanni, you should go and do leg extensions, it won’t cause any problems."  That little voice is such an instigator.  So there I go, over to the machine.  I put ten pounds, that’s right I said ten pounds onto the rack.  I perform one set of twelve, and think to myself, if this doesn’t bother me I will add more next time I do a leg workout.  I complete the set and walk away with this crazy pressure right below my kneecap.  I’ve been struggling through cardio since.  This is just a minor thing, but just proof I should not take my physical therapists advice lightly.  I think I am going to stick with the other quad exercises and use some real weight.  Until then I will enjoy using my upper body.

Have a good one! 

I started this year off with a bang.  I was religiously at the gym, making great progress.  My Body fat percentage had gone from about twenty-six, to 20.  My clothes were getting loose enough that I had to buy new ones.  My fridge was stocked full of veggies and clean protein.  I was packing clean meals for work, and avoiding all fast food.  And then….

And then it all came to a crashing halt.  For some reason when I switched my priorities slightly to accomadate for a crazy school schedule, a full time job, and a part time job, (did I mention my fiance’s son lives with us half the time?) my healthy living didn’t just suffer a little, it was completely cut off. 

So in just a couple of months, I have gained over ten pounds.  I don’t want to know how much muscle I’ve lost and replaced with fat.  I am embarrassed to wear shorts, and this is not the time of year to forego that.  My smaller clothes don’t fit at all, in fact, what became my "fat clothes" are getting too small. 

I am at a turning point.  I cannot sit here and complain about my size or how out of shape I am, if I am going to do nothing about it.  I’ve seen enough bigger people complain about their situation and fail to do anything about it.  I don’t feel I am in one of those places where I am disguisting and people should turn away from the hideousness that is me, but I am feeling as though I am slowly turning against myself.  I am gradually feeling worse about who I am in my body. 

In my head, I know I am strong and beautiful, now I must show my body how strong and beautiful it can be too.  If I fail, I am failing myself, but if others know of my struggle and I fail, I fail them as well. 

Wish me luck, perhaps we can all help eachother.

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