Why the title, well when you see the pics you will understand that I feel naked! Just sayin’.
Today’s post is about the TRAINER NAZI and her evil-younger-male twin at UAB, Adam!
I am so hungry today that I could eat 6 horses. I have cut by my Diabetic meds to half, because my blood sugar numbers are running at 95 without the other two pills. My body is FUSSIN’ at me. It wants food, and it wants it NOW. Why? Because these two evil twins abused me. What is even more bizarre is I pay for this treatment?!?!?! All joking aside, I really do appreciate these two people for helping me overcome serious hurdles in my physical condition.
Yesterday, Adam had me doing serious squats. Totally painful. Calf exercises with crunches on the medicine ball (I often wonder why it is called a medicine ball), all of which DONNA “the trainer Nazi” Jones made sure to hit good and hard today. There are days I want to smack them both, and I have to say this: they think that is VERY funny. When you suggest it, they start laughing, evil twin laughs. I have no idea how Dean Jones’s lives through training with his wife and then living with her too (actually, she is pretty great–love hanging out with her and Doc–BUNCHES).
I know I gripe about Donna, but I do love her; you just can’t help it, and my feeling is if you don’t LOVE Donna–there is something wrong with you–I’m just sayin’. She is a ball of fun and ready for almost anything. She decided when she saw that I brought my camera to take a new picture of the reformer machine (the opening pic above) that she was going to take pictures of me on the machine. I did promise that I would do this some time ago. So … today is gonna be a Lot more pictures than words.
Please Understand, some of these pictures are not exactly how I want you to see me. They are not posed for best light in my body, but in form on the machine. Some of these pictures are quite painful for me to look at, but they are so far from what I once was that I am going to run with this and trust that in-the-very-near-future I will be posting new pictures with flattering images of my stomach for the first time in more than 20 years. I am acting on faith that these future pictures are coming, and that these less-than-flattering ones today, will serve only as a record for rejoicing. 🙂
I have made a new goal for myself. I am going to share the previous day’s food log with you all each day. A new way of keeping myself accountable not to venture too far of my plan. What is my plan you ask?
Exercise: Well, to keep most of my exercise in the moderate zone, at least every other day the exercises will be 30 minutes or very moderate in intensity for an hour. I am going to keep plugging forward with my two-a-days, but just not very intense. No more 7 hour bike rides until goal, I will have to settle for 16-20 mile maintenance rides every other day with an occasional 30 or 40 mile ride thrown in for good measure. 😦
Food: I will keep my eating to very LOW calorie, and LOW FAT foods. No bread. No butter, and yes I did have a little butter, but NO MORE. Today, is NEW day and it will be filled with raw carrots, celery, cucumbers, and the like to fill up my crunchy cravings. I will be eating more steamed shrimp and grilled with no fat fish and chicken again as my main staples. My extra food needs will be filled up with OptiFast Shakes. I don’t exactly have a calorie goal for each day, but 1,000 or less if I don’t do more than an hour of exercise.
So, here we go with the Pics. I hope they are Not overload. Blame Donna. She took all the action pictures of me. 😉
As I sat willingly on this bench waiting for Donna to arrive to punish me for an hour, I noticed that I was generally uncomfortable when people passed me on their way to play tennis or workout in the upstairs Cardio room. Why was I uncomfortable? It hit me, I always hated sitting out here waiting when I was heavier, and took up most of the bench, because you could see the questions tellegraph across the faces of the fit folks. I know from hearing conversations what some of the thoughts are — the fun one — “Do they (speaking of fat people) think coming to the Y counts as a workout, you have to actually work for it to count.” I was fidgeting just thinking about that, but I am not that person anymore and people look over at me an notice me without my speaking first … Just something I thought about before class started.
Blessings … Shonnie