Learning the Ropes

So I’m officially addicted to weight lifting. It seems like the most idiotic thing to get excited about. This week I can count to 10, next week I’ll count to 12 wah-ha-ha! I really did assume that it was as simple as that though.

But it’s surprise!, NOT. As a girl I’ve grown up hearing the word cardio and skinny intermingled. Not once did I hear a dirty whisper about weights getting you up (your heart rate that is). But they do and you break a sweat. Secrets out!

It’s that feeling of your heart pounding and the progress of wanting to go to the next level that’s so addictive. With endurance I could go faster or I could go longer. But with strength I can lift more, can do more reps, I can slow it down, speed it up, rotate it, combine it, flip it on it’s ass! It’s an adrenaline rush just knowing there’s so much to learn. This is amplified every time I see someone doing a new move (new to me) in the gym. What the hell is that? I want it! I might as well make exercise playing cards cause apparently I want them all. Greedy me.

As I fall for weights I also learn why people do what they do. People wear gloves, not to look cool like I originally thought, but so their hands don’t callus and rip. They also wear sneakers (which I did) and pay attention (which I didn’t) so they don’t drop 45 lb weights on their feet on accident.

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So far my favorite exercises are back ones. Dead lifts in particular make me feel like a champ every time.

Grab a barbell with either both palms in or one in and one facing away. With bent knees lift up staying close to your shins and keeping your back straight. I’ve seen people doing this with straight legs but for me that feels awkward, probably cause I’m super inflexible. I started at 40lbs in week 1. Now in week 4 I’ll be reaching for an 80lb barbell and I’m loving how my back muscles feel!!

Here’s to hoping February brings more accomplishments and lots more learning!

Priorities

Yesterday me and the man were driving to a fun run. A few lights from our destination I spied an SUV roll through a red light and quickly warned Mike to slow down which inevitably turned into a full on break as the SUV slammed into the driver’s side of the car directly in front of us. It’s amazing how quickly car accidents happen and even when you’re not in them your brain is still slow to put the pieces together.

We both got out and checked on the two cars. Elderly drivers in each but the one that got hit was just shaken up. The one who caused the accident however was completely unconscious, cigarette still burning next to him, no visible injuries, but completely and utterly unresponsive. The accident happened right in front of a Centra Care, I mean practically in their parking lot, glorious! We ran in to get some medical personnel only to be met by a response I was completely unprepared for. “I’m sorry, it’s a liability, we can’t send anyone.”

There was no use in yelling at these people who looked like they wouldn’t get up from their chairs for anything except a cookie. But it hurt to know that this man outside their doors could be dying and the priority wasn’t another human being but the liability of their money. How is it that our priorities have gotten so ass backwards?

This question permeated my thoughts all day and into this morning. The sun hadn’t risen when our alarms went off. Cuddly manbear rolled over, wrapped his arms around me and uttered my kryptonite, “I don’t wanna get up.”

This is what it looks like in my head…

So we stayed in bed. Both vowing to hit the gym hard in the evening.

My priorities for the last month have done this sort of dance. A power struggle to figure out who will lead, social/romantic wants or my food/fitness schedule. It would be so easy to have a super model body if I was just a hermit, gah! But life is about making memories and going the hell outside.

For the first time in my life, my mind has taken both the desire for life and the desire for a better life into consideration. Fitness, love, social life have begun to cohabitate. I can go to happy hour but eat beforehand and stick to red wine (pinot noir FTW). I can stay in bed with senior muscle snuggles if I go straight to the gym from work, do not pass go, do not collect $200. It’s always a balancing act. A dance. A struggle to save your own life regardless of the liabilities.

Surviving Each Week

Happy Humpday! About 6 days into project “get cat sexy”. I know it’s not a long time but I’m still excited I’ve made it this long without ordering a pizza. I’ve actually eaten incredibly healthy, even over the weekend and it’s constantly getting easier to do so. It’s nice to eat a clean well proportioned meal and feel satiated rather than eating whatever I want and feeling like a 1 ton elephant made of explosive diarrhea.

Most of my non-explosive daily menus look something like this:
Half a banana before the gym
Protein shake or eggs after the gym
Ground turkey or chicken with black beans or veggies
Other half of banana
Super secret m&ms (tsk tsk on me)
Salad with romaine, spinach, Chicken, nuts, dried cranberries, bell pepper, onion and homemade balsamic dressing. Mmmmm.

My favorite has actually been scrambled egg whites (equiv of 2 eggs) with some turkey bacon (1 slice), onions and cilantro. Which comes out to roughly 64 calories, 1 carb, 2 fat grams, and 10 grams of protein.

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Definitely eating way more than I was but a different quality of food. I expected to constantly be stuffed but it’s kind of the opposite, I’m almost always a little peckish. Thankfully I’ve stocked my home and work with healthy nibbles like almonds and dried fruit.

I’m probably just hunting for changes but my body does feel stronger and leaner. And my confidence is way up hooray! Now I just have to do my best not to look at the scale or the tape measure till the end of the week. EEK!