I'm in the groove. Six weeks of fitness and there's no sign of me stopping yet. I have been hauling my ass to The Spa at Trump every week, for one hour, three times a week of intense fitness training - intense for a fat broad who hadn't moved her keister in about six years! And I am accountable to my giver of this great gift and the 3000+ Facebook followers who have been tracking my progress. At first I wasn't going to tell anyone. I thought: 1. Who Cares? 2. I didn't want to be one of those …
The Adventures of Permanent Lifestyle Change Girl: Eating and Moving and the Fear of Knee Pain.
I am committed to making this work. But I am afraid that my knee pain will kick in and make this activity a living Hell. My new relationship with fitness is a month old. If this was a love affair I would be cautious. I wouldn't call it a "real relationship" yet. I would wait until three months to see if it had legs. Will my knees hold up and let me stay with it? Is it a committed relationship, or am I just having a casual fling? There is no choice in the matter. I'm in it for the long haul. …
The Adventures of Permanent Lifestyle Change Girl: Results and Gratitude.
312.2 LBS How could this be? I weighed 324.8 pounds three weeks ago. I sat on the floor and looked at my weight scale. I turned it over, checked the new battery, calibrated it per the instructions. I cautiously step back on the scale and there it is again. Like Magic. I am shocked, pleased and mostly suspicious. It's like some result from The Biggest Loser show. I used to watch that show and marvel at the beastly trainers as they ladled out the expected weight loss for the contestants: Next …
The Adventures of Permanent Lifestyle Change Girl: Do I Have To Go?
Good morning! I have to go to the gym. I have no choice, I have an appointment and someone who believes in me is paying for it. This is a good thing or I sure would be keeping my sorry ass in the bed this morning. It was a late night. No, I wasn't partying! And no excuses! I have to eat a good breakfast or I get lightheaded and shit when Jeremy kicks my ass. I'm just saying. Then I remembered my trip up the stairs Wednesday night with no pause to catch my breath. That's why I am doing this. No …
The Adventures of Permanent Lifestyle Change Girl: Boxing, No Prisoners.
I'm taking no prisoners - mainly because I don't have the energy after another heart-pumpin, keister-moving session with Jeremy the Trainer. I'm calling him "No-More-Mister-Nice-Guy" Jeremy because he is making me work my patootie off. He's always smiling and ever so gentle as he pushes me to go further than I thought possible. And I'm taking baby-steps. …