Showing posts with label working out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label working out. Show all posts

Friday, April 12, 2013

Rise Above

It's Fitness Friday! What do you have planned for this weekend?

Last August, I broke my fibula, which has changed how I work out. For years, I relied on yoga and Pilates to stay toned and was a runner. Due to the slow healing nature of my fracture, I couldn't run at all, and relied on stationary cycling (which I determined I strongly dislike). I also added in weights, at the suggestion of a friend who's also a trainer.

At first, I was reluctant to, mainly because I wasn't sure what I was doing. The Big Man, who has been big into weightlifting for years, taught me the proper form. There are a lot of great benefits for women to lift-from revving up your metabolism to fat burning to preventing osteoporosis. It's a win win for your body!

It doesn't require hours at the gym, either. Just two sessions a week produces benefit. I found a great infographic on Pinterest that has a pretty basic weight lifting routine that helps get you started.








Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Heavy Cross

Its day 2 of "24 in the mirror". Who I am right now and who I thought I'd be right now have a lot of similar points but also a lot of divergence.
As recently as last year at this time, I was in better physical shape. Somewhere along the line, I lost my mojo and it's been really hard to get back. In fact, it's been pretty dormant. I *want* to work out, but there's a disconnect with actually doing it.
My body has been fleshed out. It's harder for me to do things, thats the bottom line. I'm more winded walking. It's harder to keep up in yoga class. It's a struggle to play with my kid. Cleaning the house is even challenging. Yet, I'm not really doing anything about it because it's even harder to start all over again.
I'm not a work out novice by any means. I know what needs to be done, it's just actually doing it. At some level, I feel almost like I'm punishing myself. It's like subconsciously sabotaging me because I don't think I deserve it.
It reminds me of the SNL skit with Stuart Smalley: I'm smart enough, I'm pretty enough and gosh darn it, people like me.
All of those statements are true.
There's a lot more excavation that needs to go on to get to the root cause of why I don't think health is my personal right. Some of it goes back to my teenage years, where my weight fluctuated it so much. I can still hear the mean girls in my head. Some of it is the isolation of working out at home. Some of it may be the guilt of "taking time" from others (from what sitting on the couch?). There's a lot of fear of "being noticed" too. There's a fear that I might be considered a traitor to the "cause".
On the other hand, there are all the benefits of being healthy. When I eat healthy and work out, my skin glows. I have energy. I have a rush of endorphins soaring through me. I feel strong and powerful. I can move mountains.
The problem is, I'm breaking out of my self imposed role by taking charge. It's been seared into my brain that I am supposed to be the wall flower, the one who isn't supposed to be assertive, the doormat who is desperate to be liked and would just say yes because of wanting to be part of the in crowd. I guess who you are as a teenager becomes an integral part of your psyche.
There are some folks who may tell me to just suck up and deal. Sure, that's an easy, knee jerk response. It's like archeology, exploring layer upon layer of why's and why nots, before reaching a conclusion.
Time to start digging.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Badfish

It's monday and I'm struggling to get going this morning. Last week I signed up for my 5k, and realization hit me that I'm not really working out and training like I should be for it.
The race is 11 weeks away.
I'm recovering from a brutal year plus of surgeries and recoveries that have caused me to have setbacks. Unhealthy habits have taken hold, and I really need to remake my life.
I'm not making excuses.
I'm reminding myself that I need to get off my butt and go. I've forgotten how those endorphins feel. I've forgotten about that post workout afterglow.
It's time I got serious again about that workout. I really do love how I feel.
It's just starting that's hard.
On a Monday, when in the back of my head I'm saying I've got 11 weeks.
I start teaching yoga Friday night so that countdown is in days now.
I am looking at my spring & summer wardrobe in my closet, and would love to fit into it this year.
It's just a matter of treating myself with the same amount of caring and love I show to others.
Easier said than done I suppose.
But it's possible.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvqUtz8LaoE&feature=youtube_gdata_player