Sunday, May 31, 2015

My Fitness Journey

As I stood there looking at myself, naked, in a full length mirror a few weeks after giving birth to my first child, I said, out loud, "Hell no.  I am too damn young for this".  I was 29 years old and my body was a wreck, a mess, fat, flabby cellulite and loose skin bulging and hanging everywhere.  I had managed to put an additional 65 or so lbs. onto my already overweight body during my 9 1/2 month pregnancy (I went 2 weeks past my due date).  I was in a state of pure joy over having my precious baby, but also miserable because I was fat, tired and overwhelmed.

Back then, in 1993, "low fat" was all the rage for weight loss.  I jumped right on that bandwagon and limited my fat grams to 20 per day.  It worked.  My diet was pretty much void of any nutritional value, but I did lose weight.  What I've come to learn since those days is that any diet that restricts any food group, whether fat or carbs, to an extreme low, will result in weight loss.  It's tough to get a lot of calories in your diet when you're only eating 20 grams of fat per day.  Pretty much everything has at least a little fat.  So, I lost all the weight I had put on with my pregnancy plus an extra 10 lbs. or so.  I did not exercise at all.  I was so determined not to exercise because it hurt and made me tired.  I did not understand all of the other benefits that go along with exercise, such as the anti-anxiety and anti-depression effects. For new moms I think this is especially important for fighting the baby blues.  Anyway, a few months after I had taken off the weight I got pregnant again.

Even though I didn't gain quite as much weight with my 2nd pregnancy as I did with my first, I still managed to get up to around 200 lbs.  I admit it.  I love to eat, and not necessarily always healthy.  I definitely used pregnancy as an excuse to eat whatever I wanted, despite my Dr.'s advice.  I knew I had taken the weight off the first time and I knew I could do it again.  And I did.  I once again did my low fat diet and lost all the weight plus some.  Fast forward a year, and, you guessed it, I'm pregnant again!

I was 33 years old when I had my 3rd child.  The low fat diet once again did the trick with taking the weight off, and of course, now I had 3 babies to care for so I hardly ate anyway.  It was different this time though.  I was feeling worn out, run down and, though thin, I looked flabby and out of shape.  Finally, one day I convinced my husband to go down to the basement and dust off the old stair climber that we had bought 5 years before and bring it upstairs for me to use.  I remember stepping on that thing and going for about 30 seconds and thinking I was going to die.  It hurt so bad!  But, dammit, I am one determined woman.  Once I make up my mind to do something there is no stopping me.  So, I just decided I would get on that thing every day and do it for as long as I possibly could.  Those first days and weeks, I could only last literally  2 to 5 minutes, but I kept at it.  Then I began to add an additional minute once a week until I built up to 30 minutes a day.  I got to where I actually looked forward to my work outs.  I was realizing the benefits.  My body was looking better,  my energy was higher and my attitude improved.

We moved to Wyoming where I joined the local recreation center and I started working out on an actual Stairmaster, which had different levels of difficulty.  I worked up to the highest level and would stay on it for 30 minutes straight.  My little at home stair climber was nothing compared to this thing.  People that I met when I moved to Wyoming thought of me as a "fitness person", a description no one who had known me before, would have given me.  I re-invented myself and I liked the new me.

In the year 2000 our recreation center purchased stationary bikes for a new indoor cycling class.  Spinning had just become "a thing" and no one in our town had any teaching experience.  I signed on to become an instructor, not knowing anything about it or what the hell I was getting myself into.  I just knew that it was time for me to step out of my comfort zone and take this fitness thing to a new level.  A group of us who had signed on to teach went to Park City to take a class to see what it was all about.  It was the hardest workout I had ever done and I really wondered if I had what it took to be an instructor.  I had many conversations with myself.  I had never been a really confident person, but I knew that physical exercise was the one thing that made me feel confident and strong.  I wanted to be able to do more with that.

The first time I taught the cycling class I was terrified, not only of having a room full of eager cyclists checking out this brand new class, but also fear that I wouldn't be able to get through the workout myself while talking and instructing.  We did a 20 minute class, which it turned out, was plenty for all of us.  I promised that in the coming weeks I would get a better feel for it and as we got in better shape we would make the class great. We didn't have iPods back then.  We didn't even have a CD player in the very beginning.  I made my own cassette tapes at home on my boom box.  Sometimes the music was good, sometimes not. Thinking back, it was so much more difficult back then in every way.  I also had to make notes and tape them to my bike, but the first time I did that I sweat all over the paper and it smudged so bad I couldn't read it.  I ended up using my son's Pokemon plastic card holders to hold my future notes.

A few weeks after I started teaching I was able to get rid of my notes and I got better at making the tapes.  I was nervous before every class still but I just faked it and got through it.  I believe I can fairly say that I became known as one of the toughest indoor cycling instructors around.  I continued teaching in Evanston for the next 13 years, even teaching until the 9th month of another pregnancy in 2003.  In 2004 I ran the first Salt Lake City Marathon.  The last few years in Evanston I even branched out and taught a sort of  Tae Bo/Turbo Jam combo class, based on at home workouts I had done.

That 3rd child is 18 years old today and I have kept my commitment to exercise and health. My challenge now is to get out of my comfort zone and try new things.  I know from experience that, although tough, it's really good to break out of that zone.  I started running again when I got my dog, Geno, and I started weight training, after years of denying that I needed it.  I can be oh, so stubborn, but that little voice inside my head always eventually prevails and I end up doing what I know will be best for me.

Now I'm in my 50's.  I can honestly say that I am in the best physical shape of my life.  I don't plan to slow down any time soon either.  I believe totally in the mind, body, spirit connection.  I think all three need to be equally healthy to live an optimal life.  I hope to continue to learn and grow in all these areas.  It's not about being perfect, but about living your best life.  Although I see nothing wrong with healthy competition, that's not what drives me anymore.  The only person I want to be better than is the me of yesterday.








Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Self Awareness

Here I am at 51 years old, looking for what will make me happy, whole, worthy.  I spend way too much time on Facebook because I crave the social interaction and I need constant reassurance  that I am intelligent enough, that  I look good enough, that I'm fit enough, that I'm just good enough in general.  At this age I really should be over it.  Recently I took a step back and looked at my social media self objectively.  I didn't like what I saw.  Judging by my Facebook page, I look like the most self absorbed, narcissistic person on the planet, but the truth is I am completely unsure of myself in all of those areas.  I post too many pictures of myself and talk too much about myself, looking for approval.  I share opinions that I definitely believe, but maybe not in the best, most constructive way.  Sure, I suppose the point of Facebook is to express oneself and share moments and photos and jokes and what have you, but I do it to excess.  I'm not showing people who I really am.  I'm showing them a collage of "happy" photo moments that may or may not be real or I'm sharing an opinion in an abrasive way.

What did I do before Facebook?  Was I better in real life situations?  Has social media stilted me and made me someone I wouldn't otherwise be?  Is it holding me back from living an authentic life?

I appreciate living in this age of advanced technology and social media.  I love being able to communicate with family and old friends.  I have really enjoyed getting to know people who I would have never met in real life.  Some of these people have become true forever friends. It's gratifying to find other people who share my opinions, as well as those who vehemently disagree but can have a civil debate without us ripping each other apart.  I enjoy seeing new babies and growing children and life challenges being met and exceeded by my friends.  I like being able to share in the joys of each others' lives and I like being able to offer support to those who are going through tough times.

Social media is not all good and it's not all bad.  The challenge is to find that balance of sharing, while not oversharing, of being able to distinguish between what I would say in real life to an actual person in front of me and what I'll say behind the computer screen.

I'm sure these issues are not unique to me, but I don't want to be the person I sometimes come across as on Facebook.  I want to be the real me, a decent, caring, generous, sometimes very insecure person.  That's not to say I won't still have strong opinions and voice them.  If we believe in something we should speak out about it.  I would get bored just reading and posting about rainbows and unicorns all day long.  Controversy is good and it makes us think.  Sometimes a good Facebook debate among intelligent people gives me different perspectives on issues that I wouldn't otherwise have.  Again, it's balance.

For now, though, I'm going to delete a bunch of photos (except the really good ones, haha :) ) and take a couple of days off.