Conference Time Pressure


It’s that time again: BlogHer. I originally started a weight loss blog back in 2009 for the sole purpose of motivating myself to get in better shape to look good at that year’s BlogHer conference. Hot by BlogHer was simply about losing weight so that I could rock a little black dress at the conference cocktail parties.

Then last year I decided that it wasn’t just about looking good at conferences – I really did want to be healthier, too – and so I switched to Losing My Hind, which has more of a year-round, broader focus on weight loss, health and fitness.

Conference season always brings out the vain side of me, though. And so with less than a month to go until I’m hanging with some of my favorite bloggers in San Diego, I’m suddenly feeling more pressure to step it up and stay the hell on track.

Generally I’m a jeans and t-shirt type of gal. No make-up, no accessories. It’s not that I don’t like nicer clothing, make-up and jewelry, because I really do like it. Years of being heavy, along with teased for being different, taught me to draw as little attention to myself as possible. So most of the time I keep to my comfortable and plain uniform of jeans and t-shirt, blending into the background and happy for it.

But for conferences I love playing dress up. I have no idea why, but at blog conferences I feel like I can open up more and show off. Maybe because these people have already seen me vulnerable on my blog? Whatever the reason, a blog conference is an excuse for me to show off. I’ve already purchased one dress for BlogHer, and I’ve got my eye out for more. I’m prepping my feet to wear heels again, and applying sunscreen dutifully to avoid t-shirt tan lines. I’ve got plenty of shapewear to go under my outfits, but I would also prefer to not work that shapewear as hard as I have in the past.

Since attending my first BlogHer back in 2006, I’ve been getting progressively lighter and healthier each year. And each year, a few people will see me and remark on how I look so much smaller than the year before. Yes, I usually make some throw away remark about their foggy memories and then thank them for the compliment, but truthfully? I eat it up. I cherish every single positive comment and wrap myself in those kind words.

I know I am far more than just my outward appearance, but damn it feels nice for people to like the outside as well as the inside. It’s a sad truth that for those with self-esteem issues, it takes several positive comments to make someone believe she’s pretty, yet only one negative to undo it all.

So with the conference approaching quickly, I’m evaluating myself and feel pretty good about this year. I’m 10-15 pounds lighter than last year (depends on the day and the kindness of the scale) and down one size in clothing. I don’t expect to lose more than a few pounds between now and then, so I’m instead focusing on healthy foods and strength training versus dieting.

I can’t make drastic changes in 25 days. (OK, I did make drastic changes like that once, but it wouldn’t be as easy now.) But I am using BlogHer as a little extra motivation to avoid laziness. Choosing between junk food and a more natural snack is easy when you plan to be on display in less than a month. And feeling good about your appearance makes dress shopping a lot more fun!



In the Details

OK, so it’s obvious that my plateau has me feeling a little down lately. More than a little down, really. I step on the scale and curse the number. I look in the mirror and wonder why my stomach isn’t flatter, why my hips are still so large, and why I still have the lumpy saddlebags hanging off the sides of my legs.

I know the self-hate does me no good. It provides no motivation. It zaps my energy. It only tears me down when I should be working towards building my self-esteem up.

So I take a deep breath. And then I look a little closer in the mirror.

My upper arms have definition when I flex them now. I can see the smooth contour of my bicep forming a small hill along my upper arm. And even with the floppy skin underneath, it’s obvious that my arms are smaller than they once were.

I need to have my wedding ring re-sized because it’s now loose enough that I worry about it slipping off when I’m not noticing.

My face looks thinner compared to the photo on my work ID badge. That photo was taken a year ago.

I’m wearing one size smaller in my favorite Lee jeans. My old “tight” jeans have become my “loose” jeans. XL shirts now look ridiculous on me.

I no longer have those bulges above or right below my bra strap. (You know, that icky back fat.)

I can go up a few flights of stairs without getting winded.

There are so many positive changes happening in me. Sometimes I need to remember to look beyond the total image and instead focus on the small details.

And if I still need something more dramatic, there’s always this:

Yep. Definite progress right there.



My Week In Hell (Er, Bootcamp)

So…bootcamp.

Yeah. Wow.

I knew going in that it wasn’t going to be easy. And for a program designed for people to lose weight, I was a little intimidated by all of the thin young women I saw in the class. But I showed up for my first class, took my place (in the back of the class) and was determined to do my best.

It was hard, but it wasn’t impossible. The instructor started off with some basic cardio moves involving the step, and I easily followed along. It wasn’t until near the end, when we began switching into more strength moves that I started to struggle a little. Still, I finished strong, and not once did I feel any lightheadedness or urge to vomit.

Actually, all urges to vomit came the next night, when a stomach virus hit me out of nowhere. Ugh. Once again, I’ll say a stomach virus might just be the quickest way to lose weight, but certainly not the most pleasant or one I’d recommend.

By Thursday night (24 hours later) I was able to stomach some solid food again, and by Friday I was nearly back to normal. Which is good, because my second day of bootcamp was Saturday morning.

This particular program features 2 classes a week. One class is the traditional “bootcamp” with a mix of cardio and strength training. The second is what they call QVR (for quick, visible results), which is completely a strength training class with weights. I had been warned by a certain someone that QVR was harder than bootcamp, so I was prepared for the worst when I arrived on Saturday.

It was crowded when I arrived. Due to the success of the Groupon deal, they had more new recruits than they could handle. So they had to split the class into two. I was a little disappointed, because I’ve never worked with a weight bench and really wanted to, but my class was sent to the other room to work with free weights.

The instructor asked everyone to get a dumbbell, but she chose the weight for us. When it was my turn, I flashed my best pathetic smile and said, “Hi, I’m a newbie and a weakling,” as I eyed the 5lb weights. She took a hard look at me and handed me a 10lb weight. I tried to argue, but she was already on to the next person. Huh, maybe she knows something about me that I don’t, I thought.

The class started with lower body strength training and it didn’t take long before I broke a sweat. Lunges holding the weight, wide-leg squats dangling the weight, calf raises, dead lifts…they were difficult but not impossible. But that 10lb weight…it was getting heavy already.

When we moved into upper body routines, I started to lose any confidence I had. I normally use a 3lb weight for videos, and a 10lb weight felt damn near impossible at times. My arms trembled, I had trouble even lifting the weight from starting position at times, and I didn’t do nearly as many reps as the instructor was counting out. I was panting, grunting, whining, and my shirt was completely damp from sweat. A 10lb weight was WAY too hard for me.

For the last 15 minutes of class, I kept noticing the lights flickering in the room. That’s odd, I thought, why do the lights keep flickering? I finally asked the woman next to me, who confirmed that no, the lights weren’t flickering at all. Ah. So this is what it feels like when you’re close to passing out.

I grabbed my Gatorade and tried to give my body a little sugar to help with the stress I was putting it through. It gave me just enough energy to finish. In the cooldown, I was hit with nausea, but I focused on my breathing and it passed after a few minutes. I barely had the energy to haul my sorry self off the floor and put my hated 10lb weight back on the rack.

I left feeling broken. My arms felt like limp spaghetti, my legs ached. But an hour or so later I felt…good. Energized. Powerful. I was tired, but it was an exhaustion from solid work.

Yesterday? Oh, I hurt. A lot. And I still let out a small groan when I sit down sometimes. But I’m totally going back this week. If they can force me to work harder than I usually do, then I expect some awesome results when it’s over in 11 more weeks.

Oh, and current weight: 177. Lowest I’ve seen in a while!



The 5K Looming Ahead of Me

I’ve been having a lot of trouble with the 25 minute mark in running. Ever since BlogHer I’ve managed to run a full 25 minutes straight only a couple of times, and other times my legs have given out at the 22 or 23 minute instead. It’s been frustrating.

But Monday night, I set out to do a 25 minute run again, and a funny thing happened: I ran for 28 minutes – the next step on Couch to 5K. I’d like to say I did it due to great stamina and mental conditioning, but the truth is far more humble and a little funny.

As I looked at my iPhone and realized I had less than a minute left to run, I noticed two of my neighbors walking up ahead of me, going the same direction I was. At 20 seconds left, a quick calculation in my head made me realize that if I went into my cool down walk right at 25 minutes, I’d be stopping roughly at the same spot they were at. Which would mean I’d likely have to talk to them. We don’t get along all that well, and I really wasn’t in the mood to talk, anyway.

So I kept running. I ran right past them, my huffing and puffing a perfectly good excuse to not say hello or even acknowledge them as I focused on putting one foot in front of the other. I had to make sure I got far enough away before slowing to a walk – to keep it from looking obvious – so I gritted my teeth through the pain in my side and finished 28 minutes of running.

Social awkwardness: who knew it was such a great motivator?

This Friday I’ll be running in the March of Dimes Night Moves 5K. My hope was to run this one entirely, but I know I’m not quite ready for that yet, so I plan to run as much as possible and be proud just to finish. Well, that’s the plan, but I’m worried that I’ll come away disappointed if I don’t put in a certain level of performance, too.

As much as I want to run an entire 5K, I know that my body is still adjusting to the idea of being a runner. It will happen, though, and I’m hoping that the excitement of being at a 5K race again will push me to go a little further without walking.

Hey, I did 28 minutes straight, right? Maybe I just need to imagine the people in front of me are my neighbors who might want to have an awkward talk?



No Pain, No Gain

I grew up always hearing the phrase, “No pain, no gain!” It was often repeated by my various burly gym teachers, and we were taught to believe that when it came to physical fitness, a little pain was to be expected.

And then as I reached adulthood, that saying was declared a myth by many experts. Oh, fitness shouldn’t be difficult, they said in soothing voices, fitness can be achieved with minimal effort! They offered lists of tips for easy weight loss that were promoted in every women’s magazine – actions that would supposedly add up fast without even noticing. Take the stairs instead of the elevator! Park further back in the parking lot! Walk a little more! It sounded too good to be true.

It is too good to be true.

“No pain, no gain” is not a myth, and anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

I’m going to be totally honest with you, and this is coming from someone who has gained and lost A LOT of weight over the years. Getting in shape, and remaining fit, takes a lot of effort, a lot of sweat, and probably a decent amount of minor pain, too.

Note: I’m not talking about being “skinny” here. Some people are born with amazingly fast metabolisms and it really is no effort for them to remain thin. Yes, I’m jealous. But it’s very possible to be thin and unfit. Heart disease, malnutrition, poor bone density and low muscle tone are not limited to the overweight or elderly.

Our bodies are brilliantly designed to be fat. Thousands of years of evolution have created a body that works very hard to be efficient with every calorie. Modern society may have created the deep-fried Twinkie, supermarkets with abundant calorie-laden foods and drive-thrus on every other corner, but our bodies are still convinced that our food supply might run out at any minute.

It’s why our bodies store fat instead of using only what is needed and getting rid of the remainder in the toilet. Our bodies are preparing for a famine, and would really prefer if we didn’t have to move around so much to make it easier to store up energy for when we’re out of food. Or when we need the energy to run for our lives from something trying to eat us.

Modern society has also proven Newton’s First Law that a body at rest tends to remain at rest. Inertia is a bitch. Recliners, cushy sofas, TV, video games – they all contribute to keeping us at rest. I love my technology as much as the next geek, but just like our food supply, technology has advanced faster than evolution so that the bulk of our work doesn’t require physical labor.

Washing machines and dryers take care of our clothing for us, cars take us between locations, and a large number of workers push a computer mouse instead of a plow or heavy machinery. The day they invent the self-propelled grocery cart is the day my ass gains another inch. (Oh, but wait! I can order my groceries online and have them delivered to my door now!)

BUT! – and here’s the good news you won’t find in a “Lose Weight While You Sleep!” article in some trash magazine – our bodies are also brilliantly designed to adapt to physical stress. We all have amazing athletes hiding inside of us. The human body will re-form itself to meet the challenges around it. Even late in life, the body can still build muscle. The heart can fine-tune its performance to work better. The lungs can be taught to more effectively handle the oxygen exchange. And our brains can learn new patterns of behavior.

OK, now for the bad news: in order to become fit, we have to fight on two fronts. First, we have to fight against the body’s desire to remain at rest. And second, we have to fight the society we have built that encourages us to stay inactive.

The worse news: there will be pain.

It’s impossible to tell someone that they can improve their health and get fit with no pain. I’ve tried practically every “easy” way to lose weight and shape up, and I can tell you they don’t work. Sure, there are pills to lower your cholesterol, lower your blood pressure, make you lose weight, and even help men get an erection. But those pills can’t do all the work for you.

If you want to improve your cardiovascular health, you have to exercise, and it has to be enough to put stress on your system. Stressing your system is not comfortable: your heart pounds, your lungs ache from needing more oxygen to meet the increased demand, your muscles feel weak, you may even feel lightheaded. BUT THAT’S HOW YOUR BODY CHANGES.

If it were easy, your body wouldn’t need to adapt, because it can handle what you’re throwing at it just fine, thank you.

It’s when you’re suddenly running down the street – when you’ve only ever walked before now – that your body is all WTF? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HEY, STOP THAT, I CAN’T KEEP UP! Whether it’s a little bit of stress or a lot, the body is still injured. Lactic acid builds up in your body from this new exercise, small tears are created in your muscles from working them harder than normal, and your brain then has to figure out what the hell just happened and how to keep it from happening again.

This often hurts, at least a little. The amount of microdamage you do to your body will determine how much it hurts, but you will likely ache. (Note: sharp or severe pain is NOT a good pain – don’t aim for that!) A good ache, though, tells you that you pushed your body outside of its comfort zone, and now it is forced to react.

So your body works to clear the lactic acid out of your system. Nutrients in your food are converted and put to work mending the torn muscle fibers and refilling glycogen stores. But your body is smart – if your exercise caused this damage, then by god it’s going to build a better muscle to prevent this from happening again should you need to run down the street sometime soon. So it repairs the damage and adds an extra layer of amino acid mortar and muscle fiber, just to be safe.

You blow down the straw house, the body builds one of sticks. You knock down the stick house, it goes to bricks. You tear through the bricks, it builds a double wall of bricks with a steel door and a guard dog with an attitude waiting inside. (Wait, I just lost my Three Little Pigs analogy. Well, you get the idea.)

And that’s how it works. You continue gradually pushing your body outside of its comfort zone, and it changes and adapts, hoping you’ll cut it out and stop making it work so damn hard. Eventually you reach your ideal level of fitness, and you need only maintain at that point. But remember that given the choice, your body would love to snack on those deep fried Twinkies and watch TV in the recliner all day. If it thinks it no longer needs that extra muscle, it’ll get rid of it, since muscle requires a lot of energy to maintain.

Your work is not over. There’s one more type of pain you have to endure: mental pain. It’s hard to force yourself to change your habits when the way you’ve done things before is so much easier and more pleasant. I’m still fighting it on a daily basis. I feel that twinge of sadness as I eat my broccoli, knowing a pint of ice cream would taste even better. Convincing myself to go for a run – which will make me sweat and ache – takes a lot of mental effort when my couch is so damn comfy.

But like physical activity, the more effort you put into forcing your brain to see things differently, the more it adapts and adjusts as well. There can be a new normal, and you can even be happy with that new normal. And once again the brain is smart – when you exercise hard and create that microdamage to your system, your body immediately releases endorphins to help you forget the ache, making you feel good.

It’s why exercise is now being prescribed to fight depression. You exercise, and then your body produces natural antidepressants/painkillers as a reward to distract you while it repairs the damage.

So I hate to shatter the myth created by the fitness industry that getting fit can be effortless, but the truth is: no pain, no gain. Sure, that slogan won’t sell DVDs or workout gear to people who are thinking about starting a fitness program, and I understand that. But I’m not selling anything, and feel like it’s time to be honest with people. It’s one reason I love shows like The Biggest Loser – the contestants lose a lot of weight, but they also don’t pretend that it’s ever easy.

I’ve weighed 250 lbs at my highest weight. I currently weigh 181 lbs. I work full time, parent two young children, and have a thousand other responsibilities. But I carve 35 minutes into my schedule to work out. Until this year, I never could have run the length of a city block without being winded. I’m now running for 25 minutes straight. I used to polish off a large Big Mac value meal and still have room for dessert. I now eat half of a Chipotle burrito bowl for dinner – loaded with lots of lean protein and veggies – and save the other half for another meal.

I have endured a lot of pain getting to where I am now, and I know there is more to come. It’s still a struggle to convince myself to exercise and eat right. But I also love how great I feel after a run, I love that I can play with my kids without being winded, and I’m thrilled at the changes I see when I look in the mirror.

It’s not all pain and sacrifice – I still eat comfort foods (just not every meal), and I still have days where I enjoy lounging on the couch. It’s all in moderation now, both the indulgence and the sacrifice, and I find that some sacrifices actually become indulgences as my way of thinking changes. I know the little bit of discomfort I’m going through now will help me avoid a lot more pain down the road, and hopefully will add years to my life.

I’m the average overweight American, and I’ve failed at all of the “easy” ways. But the hard way is working, and if it works for me, it can work for you, too. Surround yourself with supporters who know this will be difficult, who won’t try to tempt you with suggestions of an easier way. And get ready to face your greatest obstacle blocking your success: yourself.

I know my opinion is unpopular, and I guess that’s why I’m stating it here instead of trying to sell it. But join me in accepting “no pain, no gain” and I know you’ll improve your health and fitness.

Don’t fall for the hype. There is no easy way. You have to work hard to make your body work for you.

Full disclosure: Results ARE typical when you follow a plan of regular, moderately strenuous exercise and healthy eating.

However, just because I’m a nurse, don’t consider the above to be medical advice. Always check with your doctor when beginning any fitness program.

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