So lately it seems like things are clicking away really naturally. When I started working out with Terri, I was preoccupied all the time with food. When I next got to eat it, what it would be, whether a food was “good” or “bad,” etc etc. And for me, really, this was nothing new. I had a long history of food being lots of things other than nutrition, and changing that was super scary. So really, I think it got worse before it got better. But lately, something has shifted just a little bit, just enough, and suddenly I’m not so preoccupied. And it’s made me realise how much space food was taking up in my life, and how much more room there is now for other things. Amazing.
Part sun-filled adventure, part deep dark threat to one’s diet: the unexpected last minute vacation.
So, I’ve been away from home and away from training for a week. On vacation. With friends. I know it’s sounding worse and worse for the diet, but it actually wasn’t that bad. I made good on my promise to Terri that I would take my workout clothes, and also actually put them on and (gasp) worked out twice while I was away. It wasn’t the thought of all that refreshing exercise (because I just don’t have thoughts like that, sadly), but rather the thought of how much harder it would be to get back to working out if I took the whole week off from it. I was pretty careful with my diet as well, and surprise, the vacation was still fantastic. Weird. Go figure. The best part? The numbers on the scale actually came down a bit! Yeah, so I’m starting to think that maybe there’s something to this whole healthy eating and exercise thing…
So, for the first time ever, I have managed to work out every day since I last saw Terri. Hated every second of it, but I did it, and it was actually only slightly more exhausting than thinking about whether I was going to do it and then not doing it, so there you go. But, for the record? I still hated it. Maybe in a couple of weeks I’ll get to that Lifetime movie kind of place with it where I actually see all the hating it as part of the process of coming around to like it, but I doubt it. For now I’m going stay with hating it, but still doing it, which is still progress.
Oops! here’s post from last week that i guess I saved rather than published!
So, I’m coming off of a pretty bad week food-wise. The big lesson is that until I better understand my relationship with food, I am always only 1 parental visit, or one fight with the husband, or one too-long wait at the spa away from complete self sabotage. At this rate, one too many stressful days will leave me wallowing in potato chip crumbs and self-loathing. Now clearly, this is not the way forward. But the way out is, sadly, a bit elusive as well.
For the moment I’m keeping it simple. Eat. three. healthy. meals. Get. to. the. gym. Keeping my mind on those things is so far, keeping my hands out of the baked Lays bag. Fingers crossed.
So this week has been a struggle with keeping my own appointments. Working out on my own without Terri’s encouragement has been an ordeal. It’s clearly the next piece of the puzzle, and every day that it doesn’t happen feels like I’m letting myself down a little bit. On the days that I actually make it to the gym on my own, I enjoy feeling stronger than I used to be and leave with a clear head and sense of calm that I didn’t walk in with. But on the days that I don’t? I dunno…I end up transfixed in front of Bravo’s latest reality confection, on the phone, out with friends, or whatever, instead. The number of diversions I’m open to is ludicrous. And yet, the lesson in all this is clear. Terri’s gym is an amazing space where all the barriers to working out are removed. She has a great way of pushing me further than I could go and keeping my thoughts positive. But I have to find my own way around all those barriers on the days I’m not working out with our favorite drill sergeant. And it’s just about getting it done really — just as simple, and as hard as that.
Ever since I can remember I’ve been obsessed with the numbers on the scale. Whether they were low or high, or going up or down, they’ve always had a significant space up in my head. No matter what I have been doing, for as long as I can remember, some part of my brain has always been thinking about them. As I’m typing this out right now, trust me, I’m thinking about them. Walking the dog? Out with friends? Thinking about them, thinking about them.
The thing is, since I’ve been working out with Terri, I’ve started to think about a couple of other things as well. Like being smaller and stronger than I was when I started. And the importance of just turning up. Because Terri has a great way of getting the best out of you, even on the worst day. And it’s great to know that as long as I get myself to her door, I’ll feel a lot better in an hour. Movement cures everything, as Terri says. And go figure, she’s right.
Last Thursday it finally happened: measurement day! As it turns out, I lost over 5 inches off of my wast and few more here and there. I was amazed and super excited. After putting off dealing with my body for so long, it was fantastic to see what could be accomplished in such a short time. It really speaks to what Terri is always saying — that small changes can make a big difference. The results were way better than I expected, and I can’t wait to see what the tape measure shows in another five weeks.
I’ve almost finished my first block of sessions with Terri, and all I can talk about lately is how great it’s been. So much of what’s fantastic about working out with her is in how she, and her gym, are so radically different from the standard. She’s created a service that really removes so many of the barriers to working out that she really makes it easy. She’s not just there to put in her hour and get home – I really learn a lot when I’m there. And not having to watch myself sweat from every possible angle? Fantastic. I can’t count the number of times I’ve left my regular gym not focussed on what I accomplished, but obsessed with how fat/red-faced/fill-in-the-blank I looked when I glanced up from the treadmill and (accidentally, believe me) caught my reflection, especially given how hard I’ve trained my eyes to avoid that view at all costs. Or if not that, then how fat/red-faced/fill-in-the-blank I was compared to the skinny girl on the next treadmill. Or, on the worst days, how fat/red-faced/fill-in-the-blank I looked in the mirror compared to how the skinny girl on the treadmill did. The conspiracies of vanity and self-loathing were just too many to count, and to be honest, they kept me home a lot. Walking into Terri’s gym is something entirely different — no mirrors, no other clients, no distractions. Just an hour of hard work and learning that leaves me feeling better every time (no matter what I say while it’s happening).