Showing posts with label Dieting Misery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dieting Misery. Show all posts

Jillian Michaels Kicked My Ass.

Well.... I did it. I got off my tush and worked out.
And what did I pick? Cripes. It hurts to type it.

Jillian Michaels (from Biggest Loser) "The Biggest Winner" Shape Up - Front

Ouch. It was TOUGH. But... I did it. That's all that matters.
I don't even know how long the workout is. It was very intense, though. I can't wait for my chest to get a little smaller... it will make those jumping jacks so much more pleasant.

Here is the workout schedule I made for the next few weeks:

THU - SHAPE UP FRONT (JILLIAN MICHAELS)
FRI - TURBO JAM 20 MIN
SAT - SHAPE UP BACKSIDE
SUN - REST
MON - SHAPE UP - FRONT
TUE - TURBO JAM 20 MIN
WED - SHAPE UP BACK
THU - MAXIMUM CARDIO BURN (THE FIRM)
FRI - SHAPE UP FRONT
SAT - REST
SUN - REST
MON - SHAPE UP BACK
TUE - MAXIMUM CARDIO BURN
WED - MAXIMIZE FULL FRONTAL (JILLIAN MICHAELS)
THU - TURBO JAM 20 MIN
FRI - MAXIMIZE BACK IN ACTION
SAT - REST
SUN - REST
MON - FULL FRONTAL
TUE - MAX CARDIO BURN
WED - BACK IN ACTION
THU - TURBO JAM 20 MIN
FRI - FULL FRONTAL *START PHASE 3 OR REDO PHASE 1 DEPENDING ON RESULTS*
SAT - TURBO JAM 20 MIN
*FINAL PUSH FOR UPCOMING BIG EVENT*
SUN - BACK IN ACTION
MON - MAX CARDIO BURN
TUE - SHAPE UP FRONT
WED - MAX CARDIO BURN
THU - SHAPE UP BACK
FRI - REST DAY
SAT - REST DAY

I know it seems kind of ambitious... but I feel that the Jillian Michaels workouts will build strength quickly as long as I stick with them. Once this first month is over, I will be switching over to 3 days cardio and 3 days strength to balance and burn fat. Sometimes when I think about this current schedule, I wonder if it would be smarter for me to put more cardio now to burn fat and then work up the strength training. I will see how the first week or two goes on the weight loss front, and determine from there what the best approach will be.

I'm just really freakin proud of myself for staying with this. I feel great.

 

Completely sobering.

Here I am, updating my blog stats, when all of a sudden I realize the most disturbing thing.

I recalculated my BMI according to the weigh-in from this morning. I am back to the obese category in BMI.

Horrifying. Completely and utterly horrifying.

This is my official wake up call. Ok, Fat Gods... I hear you. I got the memo this time. That's a big 10-4 from me.

My lowest weight was this time last year - 147. I have gained 20 pounds in a year. I am so angry at myself I could spit fire.

20 fucking pounds.

I've been all content and pleased with myself for the past few days because I made some career/school decisions that will lead me down a different path than what I originally planned. I started school last year with the intentions of going for Nursing. The more I have considered things - my interests, the examples of other successful people, the pure difficulty of becoming a nurse - I have chosen a different path. I choose Alternative Medicine, specifically Massage Therapy with a focus on alternative therapies like homeopathy, naturopathy, aromatherapy, and an assortment of random practices and therapies.

I originally began considering this path a few months back. I started reading books, talking to people and toying with the idea of changing focus. How I officially came around to this decision is kind of random and silly - I went to the gym for the first time with my brother. I used a treadmill and elliptical for the first time. I LOVED the gym atmosphere, way more than I ever thought possible. I started reading more hardcore fitness magazines like Women's Health and Oxygen. I crave a gym membership like you wouldn't believe. I wish my brother would invite me for another trip.

I looked through the magazines and saw all of these women participating in fitness contests. Underneath their names were listings for occupations. Personal Trainer was a popular one. I have this insane desire to be a personal trainer. A fitness instructor. Someone fit, knowledgable and healthy. I want to participate in marathons. I want to run instead of walk in a cancer fundraising event. I want to run, period.

I want to eat clean. I want to eat organic. I want to eat healthy. I don't want to battle with food any more.

And I want my BMI back.

I hear you, Fat Gods. I really, really do.