Rachel: staring down the last 5 weeks of personal training
It’s a funny thing, losing weight. I’ve traded a lot in for this weight, stuff I never thought I’d be able to get rid of. So far I’ve traded size 22s for size 16s. I’ve traded in a lot of self doubt and frustration for confidence and some crazy-ass idea of who I can become. I’ve traded emails and notes with people who want to know my “secret.” The question often goes something like this:
Question: I am curious, what weight loss program you are doing? I know you are eating clean but if you could give me a better idea [what that means] that would be great.
The answer is always the same’ish: I am doing the good old fashioned kind: diet and exercise. First, I am working out 3-4 times a week, 3 with a personal trainer and once—if I can get to it—using the scientific 7-minute workout. I’ve mentioned it before, I am not inclined this way—you know athletically—so finding the right gym/class/personal trainer was HUGE. Then I (actually we) are eating 5 times a day: Low carb and low sugar, high protein. For the first three months I was NO sugar/dairy/gluten/fruit. This means I cut out and detoxed from some serious favorites: potatoes, white rice, bread, cheese (yes I work for the twin cities best pizza joint, and no it wasn’t easy), and ummmm … did I mention fruit? Right. It was extreme, but totally doable. Anything is doable when you know it will deliver the results you want, if you want it bad enough.
I’ve learned A LOT. Now that I understand better the relationships I have to food, their nutrition or lack thereof, I make better choices. I’ve added a little cheese/dairy and some fruit (1/4 cup of blueberries, 6 strawberries, an apple). And even a little sugar; sometimes a spoonful of jello (that just happened BTW) or some brown sugar on my oat bran. All of it, of course, in moderation.
I have a protein shake in the morning after working out or as a late meal replacement (called isopure from GNC, low carb dutch chocolate is the kind I have, its not as gross as many others). Then the rest is basically veggies (cooked and raw, from arugula to zucchini and everything in between) and lean meat in 4 oz portions. Also, I use an app to track what I eat. Knowing what is going in, how many calories and fat and carbs and protein and sugars, really helps make good choices. Or at least better choices when I know I can’t make my meals or I want to go be social with friends.
So far I love the results—not always the process—of the trades I’ve made. Magic bullet it isn’t. Hard work, it is. So why all the babbling suddenly after being silent for a while? Well friends, we are coming down to our last 5 weeks of training at Forte Fitness, and frankly, I am freaking out. I spent the day mapping out my workout options. I know me. I know—like smoking—I am one drag, one puff away from all of this going away, reverting back to fatty fatty bo-ba-latty-ville. No, we haven’t written lately, but its not for lack of progress. We’ve had amazing progress. Ratchet and I are BOTH down 50 pounds (give or take the inevitable period weight gain or weekend of bad choices). We look visibly different. We feel better. Not mind-blowingly amazing and full of energy, but better.
Which means we have a ways to go. Lazy friends who have been through this before: I want to hear from you. What was your turning point? When did you stop fearing yourself, your old nature and lean into feeling better? Do you / did you ever stop? Tell me a story.