30 Day Shred – Day 12 Redo

I put it off almost all day. It was looming like a shadow as I decorated Christmas trees, danced to Jingle Bell Rock and generally had a holly, jolly time with my family. Finally, I could not avoid it any longer. The Shred.

I will not be taking another day off the remaining 18 days. After my “I’m-too-tired-to-face-Jillian” wuss out yesterday, today was like starting from scratch. I felt out of breath during the warm up. The WARM UP. I knew as soon as the first squat-rows started I was in big trouble. If it weren’t for knowing I’d have to admit it to all of you, I would have just turned off the DVD and gone back to my gorgeous burgundy and gold evergreen masterpiece in my living room. Seriously. You are all that kept me going.

I feel great now that I’ve completed it though. I feel back on track. Ready for the rest of the 30 days. I also feel totally and completely physically spent. Fantastic!

30 Day Shred – Day 9

Ugh. Early morning today getting out the door to make 75 apple pies with my MOPS steering team. Put together ingredients for 50 more pies for the mommies to make Thursday at our MOPS meeting. After standing for 5 hours cutting apples, measuring ingredients, crumbling topping and hitting the pulse button on my Cuisinart, I was B.E.A.T.

The absolute last thing on earth I wanted to do when we got home was face Jillian. But, I have a meeting tonight and won’t be home to do my workout after the munchkins are down for the night – so I trudged up the stairs during naptime and forced myself to the playroom (where I exercise) instead of flopping down on my bed for a nap myself.
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30 Day Shred – Day 4

I woke up this morning, swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Amazingly, my legs didn’t feel like they were going to give out beneath me. Must be time to move on up to level 2!

So, here are my thought on the second level of Jillian’s program. Ugh. Double Ugh. Can I go back to level 1 and doing 100 jumping jacks now?

A couple of the squat moves were absolutely killer, but the cardio in this one is what really got me. Level one was jumping jacks, butt kicks, jump rope and something else (can’t remember right now…all my blood is trying to rebuild my torn up muscles…there’s none left for my brain). The second level included high kicks, double jump rope, skis (jumping side to side leading with one leg, other one behind you) and twisting jumps. During the final circuit I literally could not breathe. At during one lunge move, Jillian said “halfway there” and I wanted to cry. But I didn’t. Nor did I quit. I made it thru. But just barely.

Level 2 differs from the first level in one major way. Instead of doing squats and lunges where you get a break (up, down, up, down) – the lunges and squats in the second level are static. You get into the position and stay there. So, you’re in a squat for a full minute or two instead of it being a couple of seconds down, then a rest as you come back up before the next move. And, since Jillian does small muscles at the same time as big muscles – you’re doing a static lunge with shoulder presses, or raises the entire time. So, in addition to your thighs being on fire, you want to chop your arms off at the shoulders to stop the pain there too. I didn’t like the abs workout as much in this level – and actually did a few sets of the moves from level 1 at the end of the workout today just for good measure.

Bottom line, it was awesome. I feel great completing it, and love the abbreviated workout time. I feel like I’m working harder and better in 20 (really about 25) minutes than I used to in an hour at the gym.

Weighty Matters

One week ago I was a mere 6 pounds away from my goal weight. A goal I have been steadily working towards for two years. Actually, I guess it’s only been 15 months since I threw it all out the window the 9 months I was pregnant with my second child. I have spent as  much time as possible in muscle torturing, make Jillian Michaels proud, sweat inducing workouts. I have counted calories, weighed food and kept a journal of all that I put in my mouth. I tried many different “diet” things to lose weight. I drank half my weight (in ounces) of water daily. Which made me really have to pee a lot, but not much else. I ate plain chicken breasts for dinner. I even tried eating Lean Cuisines. Yuck. Finally I found something that worked well. I made food completely boring, meaning I spent about 6 months eating exactly the same thing pretty much every day for breakfast and lunch. Which gave me the freedom to eat just about whatever I wanted for dinner and still be within my allotted calories for the day.

I am 5 foot 3 and when I began this journey in January of 2008, I weighed 204 pounds. That weight was BEFORE I’d tacked on another thirty with my first pregnancy. After my daughter was born, I went right back to my “pre-pregnancy weight” which I thought was incredible, but in hindsight was just an excuse not to do anything about how heavy I’d become. [Read more…]

Child’s pose

I’ve recently started doing yoga at my YMCA. I don’t claim to be good at it. I’m not even sure I’m doing half the poses correctly. Most of the time I feel like the most uncoordinated person in the room. However, it makes me feel very relaxed despite the fact that I’m dripping sweat the entire hour session. That alone makes it worth the awkwardness and fear of falling over. So, in I troop, three times a week. I haven’t even purchased my own mat yet because I’m still trying to figure out if this is going to permanently be a good workout, or if it only is right now because I’m stretching my body in ways I don’t think it was designed to move – and most certainly is not accustomed to.

I really needed the relaxation of breathing deeply for an hour while trying to stay upright balancing on one bent leg today. My dad was in the hospital on Friday with a blockage in his artery – and is heading into surgery tomorrow to remove the block and have some stents put in. I’m pretty stressed about it and figured yoga would help me (at least for a little while) try and push the fear of losing my Daddy out of my head.

Usually I get to class a few minutes early, lest I get stuck front and center or directly behind the 7 foot tall dude who frequently comes to class. Today, I was practicing my breathing waiting for class to start, and in came trouble. A woman – with her 2 year old son. She looked frazzled. Like she absolutely needed a break from the kid because he was driving her up the wall. I wondered why on earth she hadn’t left him in childcare – and then realized maybe she wasn’t actually coming to class, was only checking out the Y. Silly optimistic me. She was indeed coming to class and proceeded to get herself a mat…and one for the rugrat. Now, as a mother, I love that my Y offers “Mommy and me” yoga classes. I fully intend to take Madison with me to a couple once she turns three.  So, my next thought was that this lady thought she’d arrived at one of the kids-included classes and had no idea she was about to completely disrupt an entire room of people. [Read more…]

A steaming serving of guilt

Today I will be returning to visit Jim. Jim is not a friend. He is not a member of my family. In fact, he doesn’t really exist.

Jim is what I call my YMCA. Actually, it’s more than that. Jim is who my YMCA is to me. I created the concept of “Jim” shortly after my son was born in December – I had the desire was to lose the baby weight, but zero desire to workout. I tried to rethink how I was viewing exercise. It dawned on me that I thought of it (as most of us do) as something I was supposed to do, not something I actually wanted to do. So, I put the following picture in my head.

Do you remember when you first met your spouse? Some of you have to think back many many years for this, but stay with me.  Think about the first few months of your relationship. How many times did you drive somewhere just to be with them for a few minutes between jobs, or school? When you were away from that person – what were you thinking of? [Read more…]

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