Eeeek! November has finally arrived! I'm excited because it means two things: Snow should be arriving soon (hopefully) and in 16 days it will be my birthday!
With the arrival of November, I'm starting to form some new goals. Basically, I'm a bit stuck and frustrated with my 'progress' but I'm also debating whether I really want to give up even more just to be smaller.
This week, I went to my doctor's for my physical, and while it wasn't my worst doctor experience, it was still frustrating as hell. She told me my weight (which was just such a bad thing, the last few days has been a bit of a rollercoaster) and gave me the spiel about my BMI being high and how I should count calories and blah blah blah. Apparently, I'm the exact same weight as I was 6-8 months ago. I really could go on and on about how doctor's take that number, and BMI (WHICH WE ALL KNOW ISN'T a good measure) and don't focus on my perfect blood pressure or blood work. I am healthy when you look at that. Good blood sugars, good cholesterol, good thyroid, etc. Sigh. My other favourite comment had to be "Oh, beautiful tattoos, do you want to be checked for HIV?".
Now that the rant is over. What are my goals?
1. Blog 3-5 times per week. Half the time I don't think I have anything interesting to say, but I have to remember this blog is for me, not everyone else in the world.
2. Naked run 3 times per week. No, I don't mean run naked. I mean outside, without gadgets, and just going for as long as I think I can. No more numbers.*
3. Stretching! Remember to stretch. I love stretching, but I felt like I didn't have time for it over the last month or so. That way of thinking lead to a very angry back.
4. Monitor my water intake. Try for at least 4 water bottles at work, and another 4 glasses while at home.
5. Decrease the wine. One glass, 3 times per week.
*I know if you read this blog, you probably think I should give up on running already, but I really want to fall back in love with it, and I fully intend to do another duathlon
Okay guys, I think that's all. Hopefully I can make November and December my best months!
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Thursday, 1 November 2012
Wednesday, 24 October 2012
We All Know What Happens When We Assume...
This rant is brought to by making an ass out of you and me.
After having a good rant on this dude changes his web name too much blog, I got to experience a bit of first hand assuming that drove me so bonkers last night.
One thing that took me a really long time to understand is to stop judging people at the gym. Everyone has their own goals in their head and you're best to just leave them alone and well 'do you'.
Granted, I do silently judge when something looks so wrong I'm 99% sure I'm going to see them in my clinic later, but I keep it to myself and go about my thing.
What I haven't really talked about on this blog is that I'm halfway through Jamie Eason's Live Fit.
To begin with, I was pretty pumped to walk in to my gym to find the squat rack empty. Silently I did a little whoop in my head and BEE LINED it over. My first exercise was a narrow stance squat, something I've never done before. I was playing around with which muscles I was using and going slow with just the bar. I thought I was doing okay when a fellow gym goer caught my attention. I removed my earbuds thinking he would ask me how many sets I had left.
WRONG.
He proceeded to tell me that I should do a wider stance and interrupted my workout for a good 5 minutes after I explained that I was trying to do narrow stance. This convo included how I was going to wreck my back and knees. NO SHIT. That's why I'm low weight and trying to get it right.
20 minutes later I started double walking lunges. Step-down-up-down-step. He catches me at the end of a set and the exchange goes like this:
Guy: Double Lunges eh? Pretty tough.
Me: Yeah, my legs are dead after that set.
Guy: You know you don't have to kill yourself
Me: Meh, I know my body pretty well, I'll go down in weight if I need to.
Guy: You know, bodybuilding.com has some pretty tough programs. There's this other site called T-----nation----dot---com that has some good programs. Not so hard.
Me: Yeah, I know that site. *starting to fume*
Guy: So what's your name.
Me: Kelly.
Guy: I'm *blahblahblahnolongerlisteningblahblahblah*
Me: Cool. Have a good workout.
I wish I could have accurately described how small he made me feel. I avoided going near him the rest of my workout.
What I'm assuming: He thought I didn't look 'fit' enough to be doing what I was doing. Just because I'm 5'1" and somewhere around the 160 mark does NOT mean I'm out of shape or inept at lifting weights. Just because I haven't quite got the form down, doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing.
The worst part: I turn my physio brain off when I walk out the door of my work. I had NO capacity to say something back to him.
I just hope I don't have to see him at the gym again.
After having a good rant on this dude changes his web name too much blog, I got to experience a bit of first hand assuming that drove me so bonkers last night.
One thing that took me a really long time to understand is to stop judging people at the gym. Everyone has their own goals in their head and you're best to just leave them alone and well 'do you'.
Granted, I do silently judge when something looks so wrong I'm 99% sure I'm going to see them in my clinic later, but I keep it to myself and go about my thing.
What I haven't really talked about on this blog is that I'm halfway through Jamie Eason's Live Fit.
I love it, but I'm saving a review for later.
To begin with, I was pretty pumped to walk in to my gym to find the squat rack empty. Silently I did a little whoop in my head and BEE LINED it over. My first exercise was a narrow stance squat, something I've never done before. I was playing around with which muscles I was using and going slow with just the bar. I thought I was doing okay when a fellow gym goer caught my attention. I removed my earbuds thinking he would ask me how many sets I had left.
WRONG.
He proceeded to tell me that I should do a wider stance and interrupted my workout for a good 5 minutes after I explained that I was trying to do narrow stance. This convo included how I was going to wreck my back and knees. NO SHIT. That's why I'm low weight and trying to get it right.
20 minutes later I started double walking lunges. Step-down-up-down-step. He catches me at the end of a set and the exchange goes like this:
Guy: Double Lunges eh? Pretty tough.
Me: Yeah, my legs are dead after that set.
Guy: You know you don't have to kill yourself
Me: Meh, I know my body pretty well, I'll go down in weight if I need to.
Guy: You know, bodybuilding.com has some pretty tough programs. There's this other site called T-----nation----dot---com that has some good programs. Not so hard.
Me: Yeah, I know that site. *starting to fume*
Guy: So what's your name.
Me: Kelly.
Guy: I'm *blahblahblahnolongerlisteningblahblahblah*
Me: Cool. Have a good workout.
I wish I could have accurately described how small he made me feel. I avoided going near him the rest of my workout.
What I'm assuming: He thought I didn't look 'fit' enough to be doing what I was doing. Just because I'm 5'1" and somewhere around the 160 mark does NOT mean I'm out of shape or inept at lifting weights. Just because I haven't quite got the form down, doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing.
The worst part: I turn my physio brain off when I walk out the door of my work. I had NO capacity to say something back to him.
I just hope I don't have to see him at the gym again.
Friday, 14 September 2012
Why I disapeared (again)
Gosh I'm crummy at posting.
I'm aware that part of it is not having a plan. I need to sit down and get a feel for what I want to write when.
Part of it had to do with something bigger.
I've been a social media junkie since the days of ICQ and dial-up. Serious.
It was only a matter of time before I had a public blog and since I spend an unforgiving amount of time on healthy eating, food, and exercising blogs, plus spending a lot of time doing the aforementioned things, it ended up being about my struggles with my weight, and working out.
Last week I did a lot of awesome things I wanted to post about (and soon will), but there was something nagging at me that I couldn't decide if it should enter into the realm of the blogosphere.
But here it is. I'm saying it.
I am not always a happy upbeat blogger and that is my thing. I embrace that.
But there are some things that I just can't accept for me in what I read on these blogs. And that's okay too.
And I doubt that the people who write these things realize how I took what they put down in words in a tweet, on an instagram, or in a blog. Again, that's okay.
I also realize I could just stop reading.
But I'm going to express things anyways.
What are the things I don't understand??
1. Implying that a certain weight is just "too big" on a certain frame.
I just spent the last month working on getting rid of the scale and not even focusing on my pant size. Just because I may weigh something like 160-170lbs and I'm 5'1, doesn't mean my body isn't healthy. It doesn't mean I don't go to the gym. It doesn't mean I indulge all the time. It's what my body has decided to plateau at. And yeah, I'm eating better, and working harder to achieve some of my goals, which include seeing some abs, but I'm not about to tell you that I think 170lbs is just too much for my body to carry around. It seems to be doing okay right now.
2. Telling the world that eating one fast food, one calorific meal, a bagel, or drinking is a horrible, horrible, thing.
Yup, those things are actually pretty bad for you. WE ALL KNOW THAT. Or at least I hope we do. But some days, I just really want a friggin glass of wine. And maybe some times I want some wine several days in a row. And sometimes, I eat a pound of wings and decide on fries. And that's okay. Clean eating is a really awesome thing for our insides. But we are not failures if we eat something crummy. I admire your strict clean eating but don't make me feel bad that I chose moderation and a sweatathon at the gym.
3. Not allowing fruit in your diet.
Ahhh I get it, I do. We're a society who loves our sugar.... but fruit? Really? Sigh. This makes me sad.
There's more probably but I'll leave it there. I'm going to prep my healthy take on some meals and desserts and get ready to drink my wine!
I'm aware that part of it is not having a plan. I need to sit down and get a feel for what I want to write when.
Part of it had to do with something bigger.
I've been a social media junkie since the days of ICQ and dial-up. Serious.
It was only a matter of time before I had a public blog and since I spend an unforgiving amount of time on healthy eating, food, and exercising blogs, plus spending a lot of time doing the aforementioned things, it ended up being about my struggles with my weight, and working out.
Last week I did a lot of awesome things I wanted to post about (and soon will), but there was something nagging at me that I couldn't decide if it should enter into the realm of the blogosphere.
But here it is. I'm saying it.
I am not always a happy upbeat blogger and that is my thing. I embrace that.
But there are some things that I just can't accept for me in what I read on these blogs. And that's okay too.
And I doubt that the people who write these things realize how I took what they put down in words in a tweet, on an instagram, or in a blog. Again, that's okay.
I also realize I could just stop reading.
But I'm going to express things anyways.
What are the things I don't understand??
1. Implying that a certain weight is just "too big" on a certain frame.
I just spent the last month working on getting rid of the scale and not even focusing on my pant size. Just because I may weigh something like 160-170lbs and I'm 5'1, doesn't mean my body isn't healthy. It doesn't mean I don't go to the gym. It doesn't mean I indulge all the time. It's what my body has decided to plateau at. And yeah, I'm eating better, and working harder to achieve some of my goals, which include seeing some abs, but I'm not about to tell you that I think 170lbs is just too much for my body to carry around. It seems to be doing okay right now.
2. Telling the world that eating one fast food, one calorific meal, a bagel, or drinking is a horrible, horrible, thing.
Yup, those things are actually pretty bad for you. WE ALL KNOW THAT. Or at least I hope we do. But some days, I just really want a friggin glass of wine. And maybe some times I want some wine several days in a row. And sometimes, I eat a pound of wings and decide on fries. And that's okay. Clean eating is a really awesome thing for our insides. But we are not failures if we eat something crummy. I admire your strict clean eating but don't make me feel bad that I chose moderation and a sweatathon at the gym.
3. Not allowing fruit in your diet.
Ahhh I get it, I do. We're a society who loves our sugar.... but fruit? Really? Sigh. This makes me sad.
There's more probably but I'll leave it there. I'm going to prep my healthy take on some meals and desserts and get ready to drink my wine!
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