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.



A New Low

But it’s a good kind of low.

I decided to step on the scale again this morning, and was delighted to see an even lower number displayed: 181 pounds. I’m so close to the 170’s that I’m twitchy with excitement.

Now that the high end of my “acceptable weight range” is slowly coming into view off in the horizon (160 lbs is considered the high end for 5’7″), I’m starting to think about what happens when I reach that moment. Will I stay at 160, or will I try to continue to go lower? I’ve got a larger frame, so I definitely don’t want to be on the low end of the acceptable range for my height (121 lbs – seriously, I’d be a stick!), but I don’t know if I want to be constantly flirting with overweight, either.

At my wedding, I was somewhere around 170 pounds. And I felt pretty good at that weight. It was the lowest I had been for a long time, and even though I still felt overweight, I didn’t feel completely self-conscious as I walked down the aisle in my silver wedding dress. I probably could have lost more weight, but the more weight I lost, the happier I was with my body, and the less motivated I was to continue losing weight. Not exactly the best plan.

I can’t wait to see 170 again, but I don’t want to let myself get too comfortable before reaching my goal weight. Whatever my goal weight is. Hmm…I guess I really should pick a goal weight, shouldn’t I? I’ll officially call my goal weight 160 for the moment, and then when I reach 160 I can re-evaluate and set a new goal if needed.

But for the moment, I’m so, so close to breaking through a mini-goal of saying goodbye to the 180’s and hello to the 170’s. And when I do, I’m posting new photos to show how far I’ve come.



My Lunch With Healthy Choice & Tara Gidus

As part of the Healthy Choice Better for BlogHer Challenge, I had the opportunity to have lunch with representatives of Healthy Choice and the Diet Diva, Tara Gidus, while at BlogHer.

During lunch, we got a sneak peak at all of the new Healthy Choice meals that will be hitting the grocery very soon. Just like their Cafe Steamers, these new entrees are designed to be steam cooked, locking in the flavor and nutrition of each ingredient. They pulled a few of the entrees out of their boxes, and you could see how brightly colored the vegetables were. It screamed FRESH!

While we ate our Hilton-provided box lunches, they passed around boxes of the new entrees, and suddenly my turkey sandwich and chips didn’t look so appetizing. I mean, which would you rather have – turkey on wheat and some generic salty chips, or Garlic Herb Shrimp, with big pieces of dark green asparagus and whole grain pasta. I started to wonder if the microwave in the corner of the room was functional, because I wanted to ditch the boxed lunch and warm up a Healthy Choice meal.

After lunch we each were given a private consultation with Tara. We had filled out health surveys ahead of time so she could customize her advice for each of us, and I wondered what advice she would have for me. I mean, she’s a dietitian and I’m a registered nurse – we’re essentially professional colleagues who both understand the challenges of staying healthy and the consequences of ignoring our health.

But my talk with Tara still provided me with useful information and insight. (After all, I spend all night worrying about the health of others – it’s too easy to overlook my own health.) She started by applauding my efforts so far, both in diet and in fitness. Losing nearly 30 pounds in a year and a half IS a big accomplishment, and a trend I want to continue. We then got down to the business of studying where I could make improvements.

Tara focused on my insane third shift schedule. Because I work while most people sleep, my scheduled meal times need a little adjusting. Tara pointed out that it’s best to eat something – even something small – within one hour of waking up, and then schedule my eating so that I’m never going longer than 2-4 hours without food. That way my hunger is kept at bay, preventing me from binging in a hungry frenzy or letting my blood sugar fall too low so that my energy levels drop and I get shaky.

Here’s my schedule: I wake around 4:30pm. I then usually eat dinner with my family between 5:30-6:30pm. Around 10 or 11pm, I usually have a small snack. Then I eat “lunch” at 1:30am. My other break is scheduled at 4am, when I usually have another small snack, and then I eat a little more when I get home at 8am, right before I go to bed for the day.

The emphasis here is on feeling satisfied. She pointed out that each meal should be just enough food to get you through until you eat again, not enough to create a “full” feeling. I believe her exact words were “Eat until satisfied, not until full.” Eating small, frequent meals and snacks keeps your body from reaching those extreme peaks and troughs with blood sugar and instead creates a more stable system, giving you more energy and helping your metabolism work better.

My goal, of course, is to continue losing weight. I’m no longer in the “obese” BMI range, but I still have a long way to go before exiting the “overweight” BMI range. Still, thanks to the Healthy Choice Better for BlogHer challenge as well as my own determination, I’ve finally broken through my plateau, and I plan to continue eating Healthy Choice meals to help me reach that goal. They’re simple to make for someone like me with no time to spare and each meal is so full of flavor – I’m loving how easy this is!

And the results so far? I’m going to brag a little and say I looked pretty good at BlogHer:

Size 10, baby!
(Although none of my other clothing is size 10 yet. Still.)

Full disclosure: I’m participating in Healthy Choice’s Better for BlogHer challenge, and as a participant I have been provided compensation as well as coupons for many Healthy Choice meals. All opinions I express about Healthy Choice are my own and are genuine. Also, the scale doesn’t lie, even when I wish it would.



BlogHer 5K: We Came, We Put on Tutus, We Ran!

At BlogHer09, there was a 5K that I fully intended to run. I had the best intentions, but after about 5 minutes of running I slowed to a walk. I tried a couple more intervals of running, but none lasted even 3 minutes. I simply wasn’t in good enough shape to run the full course yet. (But I did complete it by walking!)

So when the BlogHer10 5K was announced, I knew I had to do better this time. I started training for Couch to 5K again (remember, as of BlogHer I was only starting week 7!) and vowed that while it may be too soon to run a full 5K, I was going to run more than walk this year.

To further add purpose to the run, it was announced that the 5K would be partnering with Tutus for Tanner. I continued training while picking out the perfect tulle to make my tutu.

And then last Tuesday came, and I packed my Brooks running shoes, tutu, and princess Bondi Band (great sweat band!) into my suitcase for New York. I was nervous, wondering if everyone would pass me by in the run. I specifically signed up for the earliest time slot – both to get it over with before it got too hot, and to make sure I wasn’t the last person dragging my sorry butt across the finish line. I had at least 45 minutes over the final group of runners.

Thursday night of BlogHer was filled with parties, and I wore my stunning black & white dress and heels. What I didn’t count on was that my comfy heels wouldn’t be so comfy this year, and when I got back to my hotel room I discovered that the tops of both little toes were nothing but giant blisters. Worse: I discovered this when I dragged my foot across the carpet and tore one of them open. Ouch.

I woke early on Friday morning – 5K day – feeling dry mouthed, underslept and sore. As I swung my legs out of bed and placed my feet on the floor, I knew the pain was coming before I even put any weight on my feet. And oh how it hurt when I stood! My roommate Amelia suggested that running may not be the best option for me with feet like that, and I understood her concern. These feet were in no condition to run.

But I guzzled half a Pepsi Max, ate a zucchini muffin and took some pain meds to dull the sensation as I wrapped two bandaids around my little toes. I winced as I pulled on my running shoes, limping across the room to fetch my tutu. I didn’t come all this way to not run. Pain be damned, I was going to do this.

Hobbling down to the lobby, I met up with the other early morning runners, also outfitted in their tutus. We got a map of our path through Central Park, posed for a few photos, and then walked outside to begin our journey.

Jenna & me, ready to run
(Photo credit: Jenna Hatfield)

I was expecting a 5 minute walk to warm-up, like I usually do. But when we crossed our first street, Jenna said, “Let’s go!” and started jogging. I had a momentary pause, as I’m sure my eyes bugged out of my head, but then with a small hop I shifted into a slow jog. My feet screamed in agony, but I just turned up my music to tune them out.

As we reached the edge of Central Park, we paused momentarily to check the map. Once we were certain we knew the way, we were back to running. The park was blissfully shaded, although no amount of cover could block out the humidity as we made our way through the soupy air, our tutus gracefully flowing around us.

Our pack ran on the sidewalk until we came to a point in the road where the sidewalk disappeared. We paused again – this time for about 2 minutes – as we tried to get our bearings and determine which way was the right way to go. Comparing the map with the iPhone GPS, we decided that turning left was the correct path, forcing us to now merge with the (surprising number of) runners and bikers on the road.

I somehow thought the bike lane was supposed to be reserved for those on bicycles, but it seemed that the runners had control of this lane while the bikes shared the road with cars. I was a little nervous of joining other runners in the lane. After all – I wasn’t a runner, right? I was just pretending to be one for a day, wearing my sparkly tutu and faking my best smile as I huffed down the road.

We were somewhere around mile 1 at this point. My feet no longer ached. I had reached that lovely state of numb that I seek out when I run, and I settled into keeping that state by distracting myself with anything around me. Jenna and I compared our running music – showtunes at the moment for her, Lady Gaga for me. We waved as cyclists sped past, yelling “Looking good!” at us. Police officers and tourists gawked at the parade of tutus running past them.

My pack – Jenna, Kari (yes, the woman who runs half marathons!!), and Nicole – all stayed with me despite my slow pace. As we reached a hill, I was finally forced to walk for a minute, and everyone was kind enough to slow and walk with me. My neighborhood at home is fairly flat – hills were a new challenge for me. I had to walk again during a second hill. But we kept motivating each other and our running pace would soon resume as we continued through the park.

Eventually other tutus caught up with us (I said I was slow), and our pack grew in number as we reached the edge of Central Park again. I was dripping in sweat, breathing hard, and totally ready for my cool down walk. But as we crossed the street to the first city block, the pack again took off. I refused to be left behind, so I reached way down into my mental reserve and vowed to keep going. I’ve never been so thankful for red lights in my life as I gasped for breath while waiting for the light to change to cross the street.

And then – just like that – we were at the hotel again and it was over. Carmen was there to greet us as we went upstairs to the BlogHer 5K breakfast, and it felt a little odd that it was already over.

BlogHer 5K breakfast, post-run -see how we glisten?
(Photo credit: Shannon Entin)

I didn’t run the entire 5K, but aside from a couple of walk breaks, I ran most of it. And that totally rocks. Not only did I run the majority of a 5K, proving that my body CAN change and adapt, I also helped bring awareness to an important cause, and I developed a closer bond with my running mates.

I want to thank Jenna, Kari and Nicole for keeping me going as we ran through Central Park. Peer pressure may not be the best motivator, but because all of you were still running, you made me want to keep running. And I want to thank my roomie, Amelia, who had to walk most of the 5K due to being very, very sick (and probably shouldn’t have even walked), because even though she felt miserable, she showed amazing determination to go through with it anyway.

Next year? Oh yeah, I’m running the entire 5K for sure.

(Full disclosure: Other than the 5K breakfast, sponsored by Pepsi Co, any product mentioned here was purchased by me at full price because I’m lousy at finding a good sale.)



See You At BlogHer!

So I’m leaving tonight for the BlogHer conference in New York, and as I look over the suitcase full of clothes, I’m pretty happy with what I’m seeing. Two dresses that I absolutely love. Jeans that fit well and – just as importantly – I look good in. Lots of comfortable shoes and soft, easy-fitting tops.

Since last year’s BlogHer, I’ve lost about 10 pounds – most of it in the last few weeks. I’ve taken 2 full inches off my hips and an inch and a half off my waist. I’ve lost 3% of body fat in the past 3 weeks. A combination of running and eating better have made all the difference.

Years ago, I worried about how people would view me. Now? I’m not that concerned. I’m dressing for comfort and my own personal fulfillment. I didn’t get my hair cut or colored (mostly because I had to spend $110 for my daughter’s doctor’s visit), and while I did buy some new clothing, I plan to get a lot of use out of each item beyond the conference.

And I’m running the BlogHer 5K this year. Last year I participated as well, but walked more than I ran. This year I plan to run more than I walk. I’m going to find a steady pace with some of my running friends, and then focus on putting one foot in front of the other until the end.

I’m really looking forward to this year’s conference. I’ve worked hard to look and feel good about myself, and I’m going to enjoy the results of that work. If you’re also coming to BlogHer, be sure to say hi sometime this weekend!

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