Exercise Routines Weight Loss/ Healthy Living

Killer Routine for your Chest, Quadriceps, Abs & Lower Back

Blogging for me used to be all about physical fitness and weight loss.  It was a way to bond with other girls my age over our eating disorders and to help us keep track of our numbers.  Although this probably sounds terrible now, at the time it really meant so much to me.  I felt like I was a part of something bigger than myself.  It meant I wasn’t alone.  And although I am lightyears away from those days one thing will never change, it will always feel good to be a part of something.  I never knew until recently that the gym could be that for me now.  I have been running since I was fifteen years old and for years I went 4-5 times every week, miles and miles at a clip.  With my dogs, with my kids in strollers and always outside down sidewalks or trails.  I love the fresh air in my lungs, the warm sun on my face.  It’s a part of me that I never wanted to give up.  But, in the past two years since my son was born I lost site of that and stopped running.  And oddly enough it never really clicked how bad my depression was without it. Over the winter my husband joined a gym.  He got dragged into it by a co-worker who kept begging the guys in his store to join because he didn’t want to go alone.  They went together once.  Then my husband begged me to join so he wouldn’t have to go alone.  Do you see a trend here?  So we went together faithfully twice a week for a few months until the deep winter took us all down.  Colds after bronchitis after strep throat and pink eye.  It seemed like the sickness would never end.  But do you know what did end?  Our commitment to the gym.  It went down in a fiery abyss.  By the time we finally got our butts back in gear to go, my brother in law who had been staying with us while he house hunted, found a house and moved out.  No more morning babysitter.  No more gym. More time went on and our memberships sat untouched.  What a waste of money!!!!!  Ugh and to think you have to cut your own arm off to get out of these things.  I was still my skinny little 123 pound self stuck on the magic of the most consistent lowest weight I have ever held possibly my entire life.  An entire year of feeling blissfully thin with seemingly no end in sight.  That was until about a month ago when out of nowhere some period bloat turned into weeks of turmoil and scale avoidance which inevitably ended my amazingly long streak of “luck”.  I call it luck because I wasn’t exercising to hold that weight.  I was drinking all the time.  I wasn’t eating my healthiest.  I wasn’t practicing yoga or meditation, I wasn’t lifting weights.  I had a …READ MORE

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Weight Loss/ Healthy Living

Tipping the Scale.

I had to cover a shift on Friday morning during my designated writing time.  I am pretty much a sham but I babysit a few hours every week and I also work as a home companion for an elderly couple.  I mostly just hang out with them and wash their dishes.  It’s a pretty sweet gig.  My friend who works their morning shift asked me to cover and I’m always down to make money.  At first when I agreed to it I immediately wrote off the gym but my husband was all like, don’t be a bum, what’s a half hour in the grand scheme of things?  SO.. I was like, challenge accepted..  And, I woke up even earlier to still make it to the gym before work, I even showered for the first time ever there which I thought I was going to hate but actually, it wasn’t that bad. I thought I could come home after work and write a little later than usual but the day got away from me and by the time I realized I forgot about writing I didn’t have an hour to devote to it anymore and just moved on.  It was Cinco De Mayo and I had this elaborate meal planned which turned out to be a big waste of time.  My husband has turned into my clients yard guy and, their husband ended up calling and asked if he could come clean out their gutters which turned into a 2.5 hour job, after he had already worked all day.  I missed out on playing with the kids in the kiddie pool because I was cooking.  And, we missed out on being together as a family enjoying the meal because the job took too long.  By the time he got back, I was putting the kids in bed and we ate without them.  Such is life right? I feel bad about not writing though, which again is a great sign that changes are actually taking place in my life right now even if I don’t see them yet.  So here we are, another Monday and I should be digging into my roots but I feel off today and just wanted to talk about life right now instead.  I woke up in this bad mood today.  I usually dream every night but last night, I didn’t.  Plus, I turned Mark down for sex so I could go to sleep on time.  I thought it was going to make me feel empowered and strong like nothing could stand in my way of starting this second week back at the gym.  But instead, it made me feel lonely and sad that I had missed out on being with him. I looked at him fast asleep next to me and all I wanted was to feel his warm body against mine, his big strong arms wrapping around me squeezing me tight.  I stayed there a few extra minutes, contemplating my next move.  I really wanted to …READ MORE

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