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{October 15, 2008}   Houston Wellness Association

I was invited to attend this conference here in Houston but will not be able to attend (it’s a little steep for my personal budget), however, I’d like to let other people in Houston aware of it.  If you’re able to attend, it would be for a good cause:

http://www.houstonwellness.org

Thank you, once more for inviting me, Lauren!

!!! UPDATELauren very kindly offered me a press pass to this event.  I’m extremely excited to be given this opportunity and will definitely blog and let you all know how it goes!




I thought I’d do something about the scale today and I’ll explain why.  Like everyone else, trainers have issues with the scale.  No really, it’s true.  As superhuman as people think we are, there are days when we look down at the scale, scream and flail while cursing obscenities at it.  It seems to defy logical thinking to believe that you can be getting slimmer, while the scale continues to say you’ve not changed your weight at all. 

A funny little story — I weighed in last week and kept telling Lorenzo, “I haven’t lost any weight.”  He made me face away from the numbers on the scale while he weighed me and lo and behold, on HIS scale, I lost weight.  He said, “What’s wrong with your scale?”  and I had laugh.  I finally had an excuse to say, “My scale lies!”

The truth is, you can lose fat and not lose weight.  Let this sink in because it’s going to be vital to your sanity.  With all the media hype about being a size 0 and having a weight in the double digits, we (mostly women, but some men too!) will become obsessed with a scale weight.

In High School it became a real problem for me.  I was the same age/height as Alyssa Milano and she only weighed 95lbs.  I couldn’t get below 108.  I was always exercising trying to get my weight down until I got a job working for the health club and learned how to be healthy.  What scares me is that, had I not gotten that job?  I might have been in a lot of trouble.  The inspiration for me to keep going?  To make sure that no other girl has to go through that. 

I don’t want to see anyone go through the pain of staring down at the scale and thinking they’ve failed.  Look at your body. Look at your clothes and how they fit.  LISTEN to friends and family who say you’re losing or looking great. 

Embed it into your mind: Muscles weighs more than fat.  And you need that lean muscle to kick start your metabolism and to burn more calories.  The more lean muscle mass you have, the more calories you burn sitting around doing NOTHING. 

I like sitting around doing nothing!  It’s a rare moment when it happens. Knowing that my body will continue to work even when I’m not, makes me feel much better.  I don’t need to look like Arnold or Triple H — I can still be nicely toned, healthy and lean while still being efficient at the Calorie vs Fat war.

I was able to fix a huge obsession with the scale but others are still battling it. When I weigh myself, it’s just to keep myself in check.  I know that 1-2 lb fluctuation is due to minute things like water weight, etc.  But if I go higher than that, I know I need to keep a tighter reign on my calorie and water intake.  I don’t really care anymore what the scale says, I just want to look good on the outside and maintain a healthy body on the inside.

If I can do all that and my scale weight never changes, I’ll be okay with it.  And you should be, too!

 



{October 10, 2008}   Weigh In: 30%

I weighed in yesterday with Lorenzo.  The numbers are decent.  I’m at 30% of my goal in just two weeks of work.  With school and kids, I have been cheating myself of cardio so Lorenzo made sure I got it in yesterday.  I’m so very thankful — even if I’m saying it in a monotonous, flat tone of voice. =D

If I can pull myself out of the zombie state I am usually in after school I can get better results.  The winter is coming (do we have winter in Texas?) and I can feel that depressive state creeping up on me.  None the less, I’m keeping motivated.  My birthday and Halloween is my goal.  What can I say?  I’m an Autumn baby and it’s my favorite time of the year.

So to recap:  Birthday is October 19 (sound the panic buttons) and Halloween is October 31. Today is the 9th and that means my first milestone I have less than 10 days to really work.

It’s been nice having someone push me when I felt like going home and crawling into bed, though.  Believe me, I’ve thought about it plenty of times but I really want to hit my goal.  I’m a very stubborn woman, anyone that really knows me is shaking their head so hard we might have a whiplash epidemic.  If I want something, I don’t settle until I have it, so this needs to happen. LoL

I want to also apologize for not adding more stuff on here other than small updates.  I will try to be more active on it once I finish off one of my classes (it’s a short term for one) which ends approx around my birthday, incidentally. 

I haven’t forgotten you guys, I promise!

 

 



{October 3, 2008}   Life With Lorenzo

As many of you already know, I’ve picked up my own personal trainer.  I get a lot of odd looks when I tell them I’m a personal trainer with a trainer but then I explain that my circle of support is limited to my mother who lives 1.5 hours away, my son who I love to workout with but now has a job and school and our times never correlate with each other’s, and my friends whose goals are not the same as my own.  I guess it seems a little more comprehendable that I might opt for a trainer to keep me motivated.

Lorenzo, as (some of) you know, is my trainer and he’s the fitness manager at the 24 Hour Fitness club on Westheimer and Dairy Ashford. (I’m shameless with plugs, but only when deserving)  When Lorenzo isn’t making me lunge my life away, I love him.  He’s funny, always smiling (I think he’s smiling because I’m not) and doesn’t let me give up … even when my legs flat out refuse to keep lunging.

Lorenzo also likes to make sure that my shoulders burn like someone poured gasoline on them and tossed a match at me.  Ah, lactid acid.  Kryptonite to anyone in the fitness universe.  He, at least, finds me amusing.  Especially when I talk to my extremities and coax them to move even when they’ve clearly been left a few paces behind or outright refuse to cooperate.  Yesterday I tried to talk the opposite wall into moving closer (this didn’t work in case you’re wondering).  I think he just assumes I’m a little on the crazy side and that’s alright with me because it means he’ll just smile and nod..which would explain why he gets worried when I don’t talk enough during the sessions.  When I hear him chime in, “You’re a little quiet today, Lisa” it never ceases to make me snicker.

All in all, I’m extremely happy with my love-hate relationship with Lorenzo.  We smile and laugh while he abuses me.  I tell him he’s lucky because he’s the only man on Earth’s surface who can tell me what to do.  And even though I’m turning 35 this year, I’ll have the backside of a 20 year old — this makes me very, very happy. 

The bottom line is:  When a trainer tries to workout with friends or family it’s hard for us to get out of “trainer mode”.  That is to say, it’s hard for us not to try and correct and focus on someone else because that’s essentially our job.  We ensure you’re working out properly, safely, etc.  It also helps to have someone else’s perspective and I really respect Lorenzo’s knowledge.  I’m pretty creative as a trainer but he’s taught me a couple things I would’ve never thought of.  After 10+ years in this industry, I really wanted someone to take care of me, and he does.  So while I curse him out for not being able to properly squat over a toliet, I thank him for giving this full-time, pre-med student, mom of four, bipolar wacko her favorite hour of the day.

❤ Lorenzo!



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