Monday, October 29, 2012

Mirror Mirror

I was watching a show last night about a 600lb woman named Melissa and her weight loss journey.  Not sure if any of you have seen it or heard about this story.  Here is the link:  http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/health/2012/01/31/womans-journey-to-a-stunning-500-pound-weight-loss/

She said something last night that is still on my mind, and I quote, “Everyday I look in the mirror I still see the 673 pound lady,”“I don’t recognize the body that I have, but the face is still mine.” 

Powerful statement!

I know what she means by that.  We tend to be our worst critic in life.  You don't like your hair, legs are too short, or your butt is too big.  There are days were we don't see what others see.  Do I know I lost weight?  Of course I do.  The numbers on the scales went down and I shop at a different section of the store.  Do I see it, honestly, not all the time.  I remember being at Old Navy a few months ago and grabbing a size 14 knowing I was a 12.  Why?  Well, cause in my head I'm still the heavier me.  For so many years I wanted to be a 14, my mind was stuck at the size.  Maybe it was self reassurance to make sure I wasn't a 14 anymore that I grabbed those jeans.  Who knows really.  I grabbed a size 12 and went on my way.  When I go shopping now...I FORCE myself to take size 10, the right size.  It's a battle that I have with myself.

This isn't all the time!  I also have those days when I look in the mirror and say...YOU DID IT!

I've been heavy and out of shape for most of my life.  I will get used to the new me.  Just a matter of time.  I can wait :)

 

Sunday, October 28, 2012

It hit me!

Wow!  So it just hit me.  I lost over one hundred pounds!

I think back as to how I got to the point in which I needed to lose this much weight and it truly makes me sad.  All the wrong choices I made.  When I chose to eat McDonald's instead of a salad.  Or when I chose to stay home instead of go to the gym.  These were my choices.  I can't blame anyone.  Yes, I wasn't raised in the healthiest of households, but I was out and on my own before 18.  I knew better.  I could have tried harder.  

I think as to how I got here and lost over one hundred pounds and it truly makes my happy.  I did it.  I made the right choices.  I chose the salad over McDonald's.  I chose the gym over staying home.  These are my choices.  Later in life, but still made them and still got here.  To a healthier and happier me.  I know better.  I tried harder.

So what does this mean?  It means that I wanted something.  I worked for it.  I got it.  This is a very powerful feeling.  Yes I had help along the way by means of encouragement, support, and at times threats :).  For this I am forever grateful.  I also put in 100% and sometimes even more!

I look forward to new challenges each day.  I look forward to pushing myself more each day.  I look forward to pushing and motivating others each day. 

Loving life!




Saturday, October 27, 2012

Wake up will power

Tonight I celebrated my oldest son Sam's birthday with my husband's side of the family.  Sam will be fourteen on Friday but my husband's aunt is visiting from Florida so we had a nice dinner, caught up, and she was able to share in part one of celebrating Sam.  Dinner was great.  It was lasagna but it was rolled so the portions were a lot smaller (just one noodle).  No meat, light sauce, very little cheese.  It was very yummy.  Of course we had cake, it was a birthday celebration.  I said I was not going to have cake.  I didn't want cake.  After everyone ate dinner, a huge strawberry cheesecake was placed on the table.  OH DEAR LORD!!!!  That's my most favorite dessert ever!  Sooo I had a very small piece of cake, and little frosting :)  It was ok.  I didn't want a bigger piece or a second piece.  Yahhoooo Go me!

But this got me thinking.....Holidays are right around the corner!  November and December are event filled months for me.  November - Sam's bday, my anniversary, Thanksgiving.  December - my birthday, two more bday parties, Christmas and New Years.  Oh, and holiday parties.  A little bit of anxiety is creeping in.

So much food around.  So many sweets around.  What does this mean?  My will power skills must be awakened.  I must and will be ready and prepped.  No skipping on workouts.  Plan accordingly; carry healthy snacks, always have water, eat light day before/day of/day after event.  Hit the veggie tray not the chips and dip tray! 

I want to be fit and curvy.  I can be fit and curvy.  I WILL BE FIT AND CURVY!



Wednesday, October 24, 2012

No excuses

I was asked "Would you rather workout in the morning or at night?  How do you get up early or go after a long day?"  Thought I would share my thoughts with everyone.

I rather workout in the morning AND at night!

I like working out in the morning.  It's done.  I feel good.  I'm ready to start my day

I like working out at night.  It's something to look forward too.  I feel good.  I'm ending my day satisfied.

When I started, it was mostly mornings.  It was WORK to get up.  More mental than physical at that point.  If you really want to do, you will do it.  There are some things that you can do to help:
  •  Leave everything out the night before.  Place everything in the corner.  Everything!  From socks and sneakers to sports bra.
  • Set your alarm.  I place my alarm away from me so I have to get out of bed to shut it off.  Don't hit snooze!  If you are the type to hit snooze, set your alarm at least 10 mins earlier.
  • Just get up!  Just do it!  You hear the alarm, the clothes are out and waiting.  Just GO!  Don't go back to bed.  
  • Don't say 'I'll just go tonight'.  You will regret it....
Afternoon or nighttime can also be tricky.  You can have a crazy day at work or with the kids, an argument with a friend, even worn out from the long day.  So what can you do:
  • Don't let a bad day take away from doing something that's good for you and makes you feel good.  
  • If you go home to cook or help kids with homework etc, do it.  BUT...don't sit and watch tv.  BAD BAD BAD
  • Do what you need to do and get to sweating.  You will feel better.
  • Don't say 'I'll just go in the morning'.  You will regret it....
Tonight is my usual night off from the gym.  I was sitting down earlier thinking "feels like I should be at the gym".  No joke.  You actually just get used to it.  You make this part of your life.  You have to be good to yourself.  YOU deserve it!

I posted this earlier and my Facebook page and it compliments this topic







Sunday, October 21, 2012

Insult vs. Compliment

 "Wow Cindy you lost a lot of weight, are you taking diet pills?"  I have been asked this so many times.  Sometimes I feel like it's a compliment.  Other times I feel it's an insult.  Why do some people go there?  Why do they go down the diet pill road?  Why not the working your ass off at the gym road!  I'm not going to get into diet pills and whether they are good or bad, if they work or not.  I don't use and I don't want to use them.  It just amazes me that so many people instantly think that's how I lost weight.  There isn't a pill that can do for me what I am doing for myself.  I'm working hard for my results.  I have the sore muscles to prove to myself. No jitters, no unknown "natural" weight loss ingredient.  Just sweat, determination, and support.  Every pound I lost, I earned.  The weight has been coming off slowly...but it's staying off.  I want the credit!  I deserve the credit.

I have learned a lot about myself through this journey.  I have failed and I have succeeded.  I like working hard.  I like trying new things (sometimes over and over again until I get it).  I like the people I have met and the friendships formed.  I wouldn't change that. I remember saying to myself in the beginning 'be patient Cindy, this will take time' and it has.  Being patient has definitely helped.

I still have lots to learn and lots to try and I will do it.


Monday, October 15, 2012

You have to start somewhere

People ask me all the time what exercises I do and the look on their faces when I tell them is priceless!  I didn't START this journey working out 14-16 hours a week.  I started with 15 minutes on a treadmill...and I was dying.  I was building my stamina, testing the waters.  I had NO idea what I was doing.  It was very intimidating.  However, I needed to be there.  I wanted to be there.  So slowly....very slowly...I went longer on treadmill and I tried new machines, tried group exercise classes.  Until I found something I loved.  I stuck with what was right for me for a long time.  I was happy there.  I was still nervous of trying something new.  I was scared of leaving my comfort zone.  Why leave?  I was happy and I was losing weight. 

I formed a friendship with another member who was also taking the same Zumba classes as me.  I don't remember how it happened....but her and I decided on taking an outdoor boot camp session that was coming up.   Though I really can't recall who had the idea, pretty sure it was hers.  I will NEVER forget that class.  I went to the meet up location where the class was to be held.  There were "stations" set up.  To me they it looked like a torture chamber with scary tools.  The instructor started to explain what we were going to do.  As she was explaining and I was listening I was also thinking....No flipping way lady!  No way can I do this!  No way! 

So the first station was running up and stairs....ok fine!..I can do that.  The next station was squats.  Ugh...fine...I can do those too.  The third station was tricep dips off a railing...HA...hell no lady.  Nope...not me...I will break!  It felt like she read my thoughts and she came over and said I could 'modify' the exercise.  It was music to my ears!  Anyway after class I got to my car and balled my eyes out.  That was the hardest thing I had ever done.  I was in so much pain.  However, that was my breaking point.  I tried something new, something harder, I made it through, and damn straight I was going to back. 

Having formed a friendship and having someone suffer with me was a huge help.  I couldn't have done it with out her. The session ended and as much as her and I whined and complained we also signed up for more boot camp classes at another location.  Crazy! 

I am very thankful to you Sadie! 

The instructor was very understanding and was willing to help and take the time to show me proper form and modifications without making me feel like I was way out of my league.  She was also the instructor who taught my zumba classes.  It helped that I felt comfortable with her.  She has pushed me in so many ways, in so many classes.  She has taken me well out of my comfort zone but shown her full support.  If it wasn't for her....I would never have tried so many other formats or pushed myself so hard.  Having someone support you, believe in you, and push you, makes a world of difference! 

I am also very thankful to you Lori!

To make a long story short...
- start slow
- set realistic goals
- form friendships with those that are going where you want go
- surround yourself with positivity
- get support from friends, family, or online bloggers
- don't give up...just don't give up






Before                                          Now

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Am I happy?

I was sitting on one of the orange chairs outside of the studio room after my TRX class this morning.  While sitting there waiting for my muscles to stop shaking a woman who I know (our kids play sports together) says to me "You've lost a weight.  Are you happy?"  Ummm.  I've never been asked that.  I said , " thank you and yes I am".  We continued to talk for a few minutes and then she went off to get her workout started.

I am still processing her question.  Am I happy?  I got to thinking.....

This journey has had its up and downs.  There have been many tears, lots and lots of sweat, and even some blood.  There will still be more to come.  This is not over.  It is a life style change and I have added years to my life.  I am learning about health, and fitness, and myself every single day.  Should I eat that?  Did I work hard enough?  Did I burn enough calories? or too many? Am I challenging myself or cheating myself?  Will this harm me or help me?  I don't know.  I realized...that's ok.  It's part of life and it's part of learning.  I know more now than I did a few months ago and I'm pretty sure that in a few months from now I will know even more.  I won't know if I can, unless I try.  

Am I happy?  Yes!  Yes I am.  I am happy with where I am, how I got here, and where I'm going.







Sunday, October 7, 2012

Too late to start?

I was born in New York to a Dominican mother and father.  We were not a healthy family, at all.  Rice and beans daily.  Meats in heavy sauce or fried.  Canned veggies saturated in Wishbone Italian dressing.  Sometimes we had iceberg lettuce but the canned veggies were still on top. 

I would go to church with my mother and I remember coming home and eating a ham and cheese sandwich with avena (Spanish oatmeal).  Lunches would also be heavy.  For example, a Spanish favorite known as tripleta (mashed plantains with butter, fried salami, fried cheese, and fried eggs).  Not kidding.

Parties would be plentiful of moro (rice and guandules), oven roasted pork shoulder, potato salad, fried meat pockets, etc. 

Did I eat this?  Yes, I didn't know any better.  There was also ZERO exercise being done.  No biking, no walking, no school sports. 

I met my husband in 1998 and he was raised eating and enjoying fresh veggies.  I was introduced to fresh veggies as well at this time.  I never thought I would eat let alone enjoy veggies.  Me?  Eat broccoli?  Eat Asparagus?  You've GOT to be kidding!  Well, I'll be damned!  It is good!  I ate it and I didn't die!

I continued to eat the veggies and introduced them to my meals but I didn't cut out the bad.  I made the salad, but still made the white rice and the fat full, non reduced fat meals.  Was I young?  Yes!  Lazy? Absolutely!

Few years later the children came.  When young, my oldest ate everything!  His favorite....fish and veggies stew his babysitter would make!  My youngest would eat his veggies first.  Man did I screw that up!  At some point they became extremely picky.  I didn't stick to healthy snacks, raw veggies and fruits.  Now.....my oldest will not eat anything green, but he does eat fruit.  My youngest eats some veggies, but does not eat fruit!

I so wish I would've realized the damage I was causing earlier on.   I would have made different choices.   
That being said, it's never too late to start being healthy.

I have changed my eating habits.  I no longer drink soda as I have replaced with seltzer.  I eat and love almost all veggies and fruit.  I started eating seafood this year.  I very rarely eat fried foods.  I do treat myself at times if I'm craving something.  As a matter of fact, I love pumpkin anything and it's the season.  I will treat myself to pumpkin ice cream.  The difference this time...... I will share with a friend and I will only have once!  Not depriving myself but also not over indulging and buying at market, putting in freezer and tempting myself every time I walk by the fridge.  Small change.....huge difference!

Now, I need to change the mindset my boys have of fruits and veggies.  Though they are both more active than I ever was at their age, I believe that eating healthy is a much better way of living.  I would hate for them to go through what I went (and am still currently going) through.  It will take some time, this I know...but I am ready for the challenge. 

It's never to late!




Thursday, October 4, 2012

Waste of Time?

Battle #1
Today was one of those mornings.  The kind that you battle with yourself.  Just five more minutes (oh just get up already).  I can skip one day (and do what just lay here...you're already awake).  It's dark out (well that's why there is electricity).  It's raining (use your rain jacket that's too big...and why is it too big....cause your on track).  Ok i'm up!

I get to the gym and run into a fabulous woman in the parking.  This is someone that I have met in my TRX class.  Guess what?  She was having one of the mornings too.  So glad we both won the battle and got up. 

Battle #2

TRX class is a beast.  It's always a hard workout no matter what shape or level you are at.  However, just like anything you can cheat.  I'm little upset with myself that I did cheat somewhat this morning.  Why?  I don't know.  Was I tired?  Maybe.  Was I feeling weak?  Maybe.  Was I making excuses?  Maybe.  Do I wish I challenged myself?  ABSOLUTELY! 

I have got to move past my workout this morning and look forward to making up for this evening in my zumba toning class.  What's done is done.  I can only blame myself and only I can fix it. 

I want to share the ups and down...we all have them.  I can't let one off morning set the rest of my day.  I'm stronger and smarter than that.  Was it a waste of time?  No!  I got up, got my blood flowing, got my heart working, got my muscles working.  It's something...but I know I can do better and I will. 

Rematch of battle #2...set

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Breaking the Cycle




For years…and I mean years I have been wanting to lose weight.  I have been heavy my entire life.  So many times I tried and tried to lose weight…and failed.  Three months before my 30th birthday I decided ‘this is it’.  I signed up at a gym, met with a trainer and started working out.  I LOVED it.  I lost 30 pounds and was really motivated.  Then….life happened.  I stopped working out got involved in too much and lost …well me really.  It’s so easy to say “ I WILL START MONDAY” or “ I NEED TO GET NEW GYM CLOTHES” or “ I FORGOT TO SET MY ALARM”.  Trust me cause I’ve used those excuses.  

A couple of years ago, yet again the same cycle, I said those famous words, “this is it”.  I got my lazy butt up packed my bag at night for the next morning.  I set my alarm for 4:45.  Not going to lie, I did hit the snooze button and more than once!  I eventually got up and went.  I actually used the membership I was paying for.  I used the treadmill for 15 minutes and thought I was going to die, however, I didn’t.  I did my 15 minutes, went to locker room, showered and headed to work.  I felt GREAT!    Then I thought; “ugh, did anyone notice I was dying after 15 minutes?”  That thought was in the back of my head still as I was walking in the next morning.  Then I tried a new machine and as started moving I forgot all about that.  I mean, come on, at least I was there.  So I kept going in the mornings and I will be honest there were days I did not go but I made myself go back.  I know what I needed to do.  I needed to get healthy.  

A girl I used to work with started working out as well and her gym and wanted me to try a zumba class.  She was telling me how great it was and how much fun.  I was sold.  I went and she was right and was fun!  I looked at the schedule of group exercise classes at my and gym and decided to try a Monday class.  I went that morning and use the treadmill and also that night to try the class.  I thought I was a bad ass.  Two class…in one day..ohhh yeah!!!  The class WAS fun too.  Different than the other one I  tried and I knew some of the women in this class and all the smiles were infectious.  It hit me….wait a minute…..I love to dance…I love to sweat….hmmmmm.  

I went again two days later.  Whoa!  I know this is working out but I never knew it was going to be fun!  I tried the classes of a few other instructors and found one instructor that motivated me like no other!  The workout was amazing and the feeling after was EUPHORIC.  I was hooked.  I went to all her classes religiously!  The pounds were coming off and fast.  The exercise was fun, the instructor was magnetic and the people were friendly and accepting  

I haven’t been the same since.  I found my motivation.  I found my love for fitness.