I can see it!!

I can see a waist again! I think this has been the hardest for me. I have always had a definite waist, even with the extra weight, until this last pregnancy. For the past year my shape has been straight up and down and I did not like it at all. BUT, now when I put my shirts on there's a bit more room and you can see the curve of my waist again. I was starting to get frustrated because I couldn't tell if I was losing or not. I don't rely on the scale because I tend to lose inches before I lose any significant pounds. I am SO psyched about this, I really needed something and this was definitely the thing to keep me going. I am starting to see the light...it's only a pinhole...but it's not completely dark anymore. YAY!

WOW! Almost a year??

I don't know why, but whenever I want to start a new workout/diet endeavor I want to blog about it. So, Monday will be the first day to the rest of my new life. I am going back to my fail safe diet/workout plan that I used a long time ago. As long as I kept up with my routine I lost a lot of weight and I kept it off. I am truly committed this time. I will be 35 this year. I don't want to be older and still struggling with weight gain. I really don't. Wish me luck! Oh yeah, if any of you are still keeping a blog let me know. I tried the links that I had already and they don't seem to be working. Did you move the blog to another site? Do you not blog at all anymore? Let me know. I want to keep up with this and it would be a motivator.

an update to jello-o-o

So, after my second workout I was feeling a bit wobbly. I couldn't pick anything up, and I couldn't rest on my arms. We killed my arms that morning.

The next morning I woke up and could not extend either one of those stupid arms!! I had taken tylenol the night before, I tried stretching throughout the day after my workout. Nothing helped. It felt like someone would up the string that controlled my lower arms and tied a knot in it. The soreness continued through Monday night.

I couldn't help but be mad, and then outright disgusted with myself. I was mad at trainer Jeff. How dare he physically injure me! I paid for this stupid session and didn't even get a lousy tee shirt. I was mad at myself. How did I get to this point? Why couldn't I feel myself getting weaker and weaker??

The bright spot came yesterday morning at the gym. We were doing a lot of the same exercises, but I could do more reps than I could before. I admit, I was getting ready to be mad again until he pointed out that last fact. I still couldn't do all of the reps completely, but I got through a lot more.

Ahhh...progress. It. Hurts.

Jell-O

I went to my second training session today and my body feels like jello. I am optimistic that this will improve over time but for now its very frustrating. I am doing the basic core workout. Trainer Jeff wants to condition my joints and ligaments before we really do anything specific. Sounds like a good plan to me. I don't want to have an injury from doing too much too soon. I gotta give the ol body some time to freak out and adjust to the new exercise regimen.

Next week, I will be going to the gym for 3 sessions a week through the end of July.

Lord give me strength.

It's FRIDAY!

I lived. The hardest part was taking the measurements. We have a set schedule and I am ready for a beating. By August, I will be in tip top shape. :)

It's almost a new week.

Tomorrow Madi and I are volunteering to help at the concession stand during the Rangers game. They are predicting a sold out game and we need to be there 3 hours prior to game in order to set everything up. Can you believe that?? It's a huge fundraiser for the band, and we have to fill all spots for the home games or we have to pay them back a portion of the earnings.

Monday is a make up game for Haley's tee ball team. It's her last tee ball game. In the fall, most of the girls on her team will move up to the machine pitch league. She is so happy to move up, I think she was getting a bit bored with tee ball. I can't believe she has been playing for three seasons already. Time really flies.

Thursday is the first meeting with trainer Jeff. I have to fill out a profile booklet and bring it in with me, then we will take measurements, and then there's a short fitness assesment that I will have to do to make sure I won't fall over dead in the gym. I didn't have a problem filling out the booklet. Basically it asks you about family history, your concerns, goals, etc. Pretty harmless. I am absolutely in denial about my measurements...and the weight gain. I don't want to know the exact numbers. Before I was pregnant with Madison I was 34-29-36. I know I'm not there anymore, do we need to be any more specific than that?? I dont' think so. :)

On Friday, Madison has her first band banquet to attend. She is very excited to go. I am sure there will be a million pictures taken. In a week's time she will be a SOPHOMORE in high school. I am also in denial about this.

Have a great week. I will let you know if I am still alive on Friday.

Yikes!!

I got a call from the fitness coordinator at the YMCA. The lady that I requested is no longer with my YMCA. So...she asks "would you mind working out with Jeff? He has just finished classes for the summer and he would be able to accomodate the early morning time frame."

Let me make sure I heard you correctly. Do I, the aging and overweight mother of four, want to work out with Jeff? The male fitness trainer that just finished his spring semester?? Of course not. Why would I have a problem with that??

Maybe I should try binging and purging...it would be a lot less embarassing.