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Don’t Let This Fat Fool You, Bruh. I Lift.

Last night at the gym, there were a few men acting very superior. Maybe they had a tough Monday, but one guy especially pissed me off. I’ve done a lot of research on my weight-lifting routine and watched multiple videos to make sure my form is correct. I’ve started out with a low weight and gradually built up the amount of weights I lift by five-pound increments over several months. I’m by no means lifting super-heavy, but I am lifting a decent amount. And I’m proud of how much I can lift now, especially considering where I started.

Just for those who don’t know, when lifting a barbell, the bar itself is 45 pounds and then you add weights to either side. There are also some shorter barbells that you can add weights to.  My workout buddy and I have long discussed how much these shorter bars weighed because we had no idea. We’ve asked around and were told inconsistent amounts.  I need to know so that I can accurately add weights to either side. So last night, I decided to ask my new gym’s staff how much those bars weighed so that I would finally be informed. He didn’t know which bar I was talking about at first (there is an ez-curl bar that felt really, really light and then another bar hanging up that was more what I was talking about). So we started back to the weight area, and I’m trying to explain what I want to know. He says, “ohhhh because the 45 pound bar is too heavy for you so you need something lighter.” He says this in a tone as if I couldn’t possibly lift 45 pounds, and it was patronizing. Um no. My reply, “No.  I want to know because on busy days, the barbells are all taken. I want to be able to accurately know how much weight to add. I just finished deadlifting 80lbs (3 sets in fact).” He looked at me with a very shocked face. The  comment and shocked response made me pretty mad, but I am used to people making snap judgments about my fitness level because of my appearance. Maybe I got so mad because just 15 minutes before, some guy inserted himself into my buddy’s workout routine, letting her know that she needed to get lighter weights, or because I had JUST shoulder-pressed the same amount (and sets) as the “dude” next to me (even though I’m not there to compete, I did notice). Either way, I wasn’t feeling a lot of love from my male gym-goers last night. Keep hating fellas, it just fuels my fire.



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Sometimes you just have to be a superhero

Sometimes you just have to be a super hero, damn it! I play in an adult kickball league and play in the lowest-tier-league, called Laid-back League (LBL). We don’t take ourselves too seriously and enjoy a little bit of the game and a lot of tomfoolery. Yesterday’s theme was superheroes. Yes, we wear costumes sometime. Because I procrastinate, I came up with my costume about two hours before I needed it. I couldn’t find a cape anywhere, so I settled for a 97 cent, pink tablecloth from Wal-Mart. My roommate helped me turn it into something a little more fun with polka-dot duct tape. Anyway, all of this is to explain that I got today’s blog-post idea from a picture I posted to Instagram of my super hero outfit from yesterday. I captioned it, “Sometimes you just need to be a superhero.” How true is that? Sometimes you just have to get over all your insecurities and put it all aside to spend the moment being a badass.

I am not the fittest, healthiest person at my gym by any means. I can’t lift the heaviest, and I am always paranoid that I am doing an exercise wrong. However, I try to put all that at the back of my mind when I’m at the gym. And I have to be honest, even though I’m nowhere near my goals, I feel kind of like a superhero after I lift weights. I have swagger and badass confidence when I’m in the weight room. I check myself out in the mirror (yes, I’m suffering from booty hubris right now because squats), and I have a feeling of pride after I accomplish all the sets and reps that I wrote out in my fitness log. So sometimes, we have to envision the most badass version of ourselves and channel it throughout what ever may be challenging us. Conjure up your inner superhero, and don’t be afraid to work it! I leave most weight-lifting sessions feeling like I can conquer the world.  It’s a pretty amazing feeling.


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Hey! Must Be the Muscle!

This time last year, I had also embarked upon a weight-loss journey.  I know that I shouldn’t, but I keep comparing my progress this year from last year.  It is totally different process.  This time I am actually transitioning to a healthy lifestyle instead of dieting.  Last year, I was taking diet pills. Big difference! Last year between February and April, I lost 25 pounds.  It is no surprised that I gained all that back after I quit taking the diet pills. You’ve read previous posts about my mental process, and how now I am working on the whole process – mind and body.  You’ve read about my newfound love of weight lifting.  You’ve read about me exploring my demons and working hard on self-love.  I’m getting there.  This is brand new territory for me.  I have to say that I am loving the process.  It’s not always easy, but I do think that it is worth it.  Scratch that.  I do think that I’m worth it.

I am human though.  So sometimes I do compare my progress.  I was getting kind of frustrated with myself lately because I am 10 pounds heavier than where I was this time last year.  Yes, I’ve been injured the past two months, but I don’t think that is a valid excuse. I took my measurements last night for the end of the month.  I was blown away by what I discovered.  One of my troublesome spots is my lower tummy area (it’s also been called the Kangaroo pouch, second stomach, or FUPA – I’m not explaining that one because my Mema reads this blog).  I learned last night that I have lost two inches this past month across my hips and lower tummy area.  This is huge news by itself.  I was so pumped that I even struck a celebratory pose in the gym locker room.



But here’s the even more exciting news: I took a look at my measurements from last year (you know, where I was 10 lbs lighter), and I am two inches smaller NOW across my chest, waist, and hips. Y’all, I can’t even describe how mind-blowing this is!   So note to self: trust the process and keep doing what you are doing.  My new April goal is to stay off the scale and continue to make healthy choices.  I will also keep kicking ass in the weight room.


My clothes are fitting better too.  Added bonus.





Sweet, Sweet Fantasy Baby

Last night I found a blog post I wrote on June 3, 2008 – almost seven years ago.  What I wrote about then, definitely still applies today.


Most every night I lay in my bed before falling asleep and daydream for a little while to wind down all the stuff in my head. Usually my day dreams consist of the hot ex-basketball player from class asking me out or Jamie Fraser (from Outlander) materializing out of thin air and falling madly in love with me. Haha. Also, I usually wake up one day totally fit without any effort on my part. Well last night my fantasy had changed without any conscious effort. This time last night I was envisioning me doing fifty push-ups and chair dips and other strenuous exercises (my upper body strength is one of my weaknesses).

The point is that without any conscious effort, I was thinking of ways to improve me. Yes, it wouldn’t hurt to have some smoking man around or it would be nice to just wake up fit, but I began to put stock in myself more. Plus, this fantasy is something that I can actually work up to.

[T]his recent change in myself just goes to show how far I have come. I know I can’t just wake-up fit, I actually have to work at it, and I am! Pretty soon those fifty push-ups and fifty chair-dips won’t be just a fantasy, and I can lay in bed dreaming up new ways to push my limits!

It’s so funny, that I have once again began fantasizing about being a fitness bad ass.  I no longer day-dream about sparkly ponies or some guy sweeping me off my feet.  When my mind starts to wander, I find that it is thinking of new workouts or ways to change-up my cardio.  Today, I found myself day-dreaming about ab work.  Yes, you read that right.  I was day-dreaming about ab work.  Well, maybe brainstorming is a better term.  I’ve been adding ab work to the end of every weightlifting session (there times a week), but I don’t really love crunches.   Last night after doing a fast and furious cycle warm-up (2 hills for 3.12 miles in 10 minutes), I lifted.  I can tell that I am getting a little stronger each week.

Last night I lifted three sets of 60lbs deadlifts, 75 lbs lat pull-downs, and 40lbs shoulder presses.  Then I did ab-work: three sets each of planks, flutter kicks, and hip-lifts (or whatever it’s called when you are on your back with your feet straight up in the air and lift your hips/pelvis in the air using your core).  I feel like I need to add in more abs though.  I’d love to hear any ab-work tips from you guys!  Last week, I tried to do some ab work with the stability ball.  That was entertaining.  I was wobbling all over the place and even sent the ball rolling away from me at one point.  It might help if I didn’t try to make sound effects while rolling to and fro in the floor with the stability ball.  I’m surprised my gym hasn’t asked me to quietly leave yet.   Even so, I’d like to try more stability-ball work next time.  I have almost two whole days to come up with an addition to my weights routine for Wednesday night.  So far, squats, rows, and bench presses are on the menu after a little cardio, and I’ll definitely throw in some abs at the end.  Until I get back to the gym, I’ll do a little day-dreaming/brainstorming on shaking up the routine.  Can’t wait!

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Weight Ain’t Nothing But A Number

I mean literally. It’s a number. That’s it. I spend so much time focusing on my scale, but I’m finally looking at it from a different perspective. Today, I weighed for the week. I gained 1.5lbs. Instead of getting frustrated, I took a closer look at the numbers. I have an iHealth scale that also measures percent body fat, muscle weight, bone weight, and water weight among other things. I don’t take the numbers as solid gold, but I do use them as benchmarks.  According to my numbers, I have lost another .3% of body fat and gained 2.2lbs of muscle.  You know what? I’ll take it.  I noticed some new waist-definition Wednesday night.  Also, I put my suit on for the first time in a while and it had some room.  I’m pretty okay with these changes.

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I’ve started a new weight lifting routine, and I love it.  It’s the first time that I have a structured routine.  Usually I just walk upstairs and think, “Oh that machine is free or hmm how about I use these 10lbs dumb-bells.”  Now I have a split-body plan, three days a week.  I feel strong and powerful.  However, I’ve got to stop making awkward eye contact with boys in the weight room! And I’ve got to stop exclaiming, “I want to work out with him!” Hahaha.  I promise, I’m not hitting on these guys (although I do appreciate a good-looking, sweaty man these days), but I’m checking out their routines. Watch out boys, I want to be a fitness bad ass.  I should probably quit exclaiming loudly to Watts that I’m trying not to have the protein farts.  I’m pretty sure that doesn’t help my quest to be a badass! But maybe.



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