Also, if you remember my previous blog about breaking up with diet soda, I was also about two weeks into it at this time, so it was the “not pretty” point of withdrawal. I was cranky and irritable and seriously questioning my sanity at both joining a gym and hiring a personal trainer. I had decided to approach joining a gym and my desire to get healthy differently this time. Not so much as “weight loss” but literally getting stronger and healthier. I wanted to do it right this time and not necessarily diet, but make going to the gym and exercising part of my life. I wanted to make a lifestyle change, and make it stick.
I explained all of this to my new trainer, Adrienne … and she patiently listened. She seemed to instantly understand me. She “got” that I needed to do this slowly. First, she got me to come to the gym five days a week. Yes, you heard me. FIVE days a week. And I actually enjoy it! I miss it when I don’t go — it’s a friggin’ miracle!!
I slowly started adding group classes into my routine, which I now love. They keep me sane — and anything is easier when it’s done to music. I am actually sad when I miss them. I think Adrienne knew that if she “whammed” me with an intense gym routine coupled with a drastic diet, I would overload, implode and fail. So we moved slowly. Now, four months later, I am so much stronger than I was in January. I actually have biceps. Real, actual, you-can-see-them-when-I-flex muscles. Who knew??!! I still don’t love cardio, but I do love strength training.
This is where my next hurdle comes in. Even though my body fat and measurements are decreasing, I am actually gaining weight. Yeah, yeah, I know it is muscle, and muscle weighs more than fat … blah, blah, blah… but it’s a mental roadblock and it’s terribly frustrating. Unfortunately, the next thing I have to tackle is my diet. This makes me sad. I like to eat. More importantly, I like to eat bad shit. Don’t we all? Celery sucks. Chocolate is awesome. This is the root of my problem. Well, that and I don’t love to cook. I do love takeout, though. Again, a problem.
I am looking at this as a war, not a battle, and I have time to fight it. I still don’t love the fat pincher. I actually want to grab it out of her hand and break it, but I restrain myself and my newfound muscles. Mr. Fat Pincher and I have a date every 3 weeks. It’s inevitable and I can’t figure a way out of it, so I just have to deal with it.
Oh, and I have been doing Zumba! I have never seen SO MUCH sober ass-shaking in my life! It’s fantastic people watching … oh, and you burn a zillion calories! It’s a win-win!!