So, I was planning my trip to Lafayette. I planned my night out with friends, a party with family, some "dates", and my special eating places. I also planned on a few days of not working out. Well, you can't spell sHELLey without "hell".
The day before I'm to leave, I get a text from HER. It has the Newtone Fitness Center group fitness schedule and two words, "no excuses". Holy flipping cow. We all know I follow what my leader says, so I get right on it. I have two friends that workout at Newtone and were willing to help a sista out.
In 4th grade I had a friend named Bob. He's still my friend and his name is still Bob. Anyway, he was so cool AND he's a black belt in karate. So, he was showing off his mad skills one day at recess and I got to hold his hat. It was the coolest day ever. I tell this story to say that Bob's beautiful girlfriend, Bri, is one of new my L-town workout buddies.
My other workout buddy, Dawn, is actually an instructor at Newtone. We became friends through mutual friends and she is amazing. She's also workout hot. In case you don't know what that is, workout hot is when you admire someone's looks at the gym in a non-sexual way.
Anyway- Dawn and I went to do Step. There was this bandana mafia there- about 5 women, ages 60+, in their bandana headbands and they were kicking tail. There was also an old Chinese woman, who weighed maybe 80 pounds, and she did every high option at full intensity. I was just trying not to fall off my step or trip over it.
We stayed for Pump. Dawn was practicing teaching the first half (she did great) and Bri came to workout with me. They have metal plates, and it would drive me CRAZY to hear that clanging all the time. It was fun to do a workout I am comfortable with. Of course, that enabled me to watch Molly Meth Head. This chick was in regular clothes and tennis shoes, clearly a regular bra (without any support), more tattoos than my family has, and she was just there to socialize with her friend...or maybe score some drugs. I don't know. I know she did every exercise wrong- and didn't try, and talked the entire time. Ugh!!! Plus, she cleaned up her weights during stretch time- and we all know how I feel about that ;)
It was so fun to workout with Bri and Dawn. I was proud to watch my friend work towards her certification, and see how others teach. Of course, the best part was bragging rights of "working out for 2 hours".
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
The Big Reveal...
So, last weekend was my first time seeing the bulk of my family since the weight loss journey began. Of course, many of my friends and family know that I am trying to lose weight because I annoy everyone with my constant updates :)
I was quite nervous about my trip. Would people feel obligated to say something, even if they didn't notice? Would anyone really see a change? Would people be disappointed in the lack of change? You can tell my mind was racing!
Of course, I was also facing MAJOR temptation. One of my favorite things about going home is the food. I have to have Pizza King, a Boilermaker and onion rings from Dog N Suds, a drink or 12 from the Custard, Don Pablo's. I also try to get my donuts, Arni's, cookies from O'Rears, and anything else I can fit in my belly. So, I packed a small cooler with granola bars and Spark. That helped with the temptation of the candy aisle at gas stations- especially Pilots and Flying Js with great selections and crushed ice!
My mom "noticed" my weight loss, but she's my mom. You know, the one who tells you you're beautiful even when you're a fat tubolard. My cousin, Arielle, commented on it. I don't know if she's following my journey or not, so that felt good.
Friday night I went out with a bunch of high school friends, and they all noticed. Of course, they're all reading this too, so they know about the journey. My friend, Bill, has lost 50+ pounds and we started the Advocare journey together. His wife lost 20, and is skinny!! So it was a big reveal for all of us. I am so proud of them!!
Even when having a family gathering on Saturday, the only people who mentioned the weight loss were the ones who knew about it. I'm not going to lie- that stung a bit. I was really hoping people would just notice. Honestly? I shed a few tears over that this weekend, because it was so flipping discouraging. My next goal is to make those people notice! So there.
I also really did well finding a balance between satisfying my cravings and not falling off the wagon. Yes, I had Dog N Suds and Pizza King (and paid for it), but I cut back on my portions. I skipped the donuts and O'Rears. I had a granola bar instead of a cinnamon roll, and drank water or Coke Zero. I allowed myself 2 flavored cokes from the Custard.
Of course, my cousins, Rainman, and I had the Igloo 32. It is 32 scoops of ice cream, loads of banana and toppings. We didn't even finish 8, but we had fun trying it ;)
I also worked out while I was home, but that is my next blog....or your bedtime story if you're Herbie or Dove!
I was quite nervous about my trip. Would people feel obligated to say something, even if they didn't notice? Would anyone really see a change? Would people be disappointed in the lack of change? You can tell my mind was racing!
Of course, I was also facing MAJOR temptation. One of my favorite things about going home is the food. I have to have Pizza King, a Boilermaker and onion rings from Dog N Suds, a drink or 12 from the Custard, Don Pablo's. I also try to get my donuts, Arni's, cookies from O'Rears, and anything else I can fit in my belly. So, I packed a small cooler with granola bars and Spark. That helped with the temptation of the candy aisle at gas stations- especially Pilots and Flying Js with great selections and crushed ice!
My mom "noticed" my weight loss, but she's my mom. You know, the one who tells you you're beautiful even when you're a fat tubolard. My cousin, Arielle, commented on it. I don't know if she's following my journey or not, so that felt good.
Friday night I went out with a bunch of high school friends, and they all noticed. Of course, they're all reading this too, so they know about the journey. My friend, Bill, has lost 50+ pounds and we started the Advocare journey together. His wife lost 20, and is skinny!! So it was a big reveal for all of us. I am so proud of them!!
Even when having a family gathering on Saturday, the only people who mentioned the weight loss were the ones who knew about it. I'm not going to lie- that stung a bit. I was really hoping people would just notice. Honestly? I shed a few tears over that this weekend, because it was so flipping discouraging. My next goal is to make those people notice! So there.
I also really did well finding a balance between satisfying my cravings and not falling off the wagon. Yes, I had Dog N Suds and Pizza King (and paid for it), but I cut back on my portions. I skipped the donuts and O'Rears. I had a granola bar instead of a cinnamon roll, and drank water or Coke Zero. I allowed myself 2 flavored cokes from the Custard.
Of course, my cousins, Rainman, and I had the Igloo 32. It is 32 scoops of ice cream, loads of banana and toppings. We didn't even finish 8, but we had fun trying it ;)
I also worked out while I was home, but that is my next blog....or your bedtime story if you're Herbie or Dove!
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Beautiful Monster
I may or may not be a few blogs behind, but I am sure going to catch up :)
Last week I had a very special visitor in Alabama. My 13 year old niece, Lauren, took her first airplane ride alone to fly to Birmingham. I told her to be sure to bring her workout clothes. If I only knew what I was creating...
Tuesday we went to boot camp and she was a superstar. She kept pace with the fastest person in class, Boy Kelly. She was apparently on his heels. I didn't observe because I was upstairs running fat people laps. Then, in an attempt to show my niece how uncoordinated I am, sHELLey breaks out the jump ropes. We do some ridiculous jump rope exercise/ relay race. It was a contest- to see who could jump the most in a minute. Lauren got 100. Aunt Jocelyn got....5.
So far so humiliating. We went on to be divided into teams (by ability) and had to run our tails off. So glad I could use all of my skills in one day. Melissa was on my team, along with my sweet sidekick, Brandy. Melissa spent her entire time hollering at Brandy and I to run, jump, go. Holy cow. I hope she got paid for that work.
Lauren LOVED it. She thought boot camp was amazing, and she started to change just a tiny bit.
That evening we went to Body Combat. It was my first time, and I was mortified. I felt like a giraffe in a straight-jacket wearing high heels. I don't know how to punch, kick or anything else. Thank goodness Kasie was there to help me out. She had to keep telling me to fix my feet and which arm to use. Lauren? She got it down. In fact, she was in love with it. She's already figured out where to buy gloves "just like Shelley's".
We also did Pump and Attack, and she enjoyed them both. She talked her mom into adding her to the gym membership so she could hit the Les Mills classes. She has started a new quote, "Portion Control". She says it about EVERYTHING.
Let's just say we've created a monster- Little Shelley, if you will. When I said she was a nazi the other day, she said, "No, I'm not. I'm a little Shelley."
Oooooh boy. The cool thing about being an aunt is that you can create a monster...and take them back to mom :)
Last week I had a very special visitor in Alabama. My 13 year old niece, Lauren, took her first airplane ride alone to fly to Birmingham. I told her to be sure to bring her workout clothes. If I only knew what I was creating...
Tuesday we went to boot camp and she was a superstar. She kept pace with the fastest person in class, Boy Kelly. She was apparently on his heels. I didn't observe because I was upstairs running fat people laps. Then, in an attempt to show my niece how uncoordinated I am, sHELLey breaks out the jump ropes. We do some ridiculous jump rope exercise/ relay race. It was a contest- to see who could jump the most in a minute. Lauren got 100. Aunt Jocelyn got....5.
So far so humiliating. We went on to be divided into teams (by ability) and had to run our tails off. So glad I could use all of my skills in one day. Melissa was on my team, along with my sweet sidekick, Brandy. Melissa spent her entire time hollering at Brandy and I to run, jump, go. Holy cow. I hope she got paid for that work.
Lauren LOVED it. She thought boot camp was amazing, and she started to change just a tiny bit.
That evening we went to Body Combat. It was my first time, and I was mortified. I felt like a giraffe in a straight-jacket wearing high heels. I don't know how to punch, kick or anything else. Thank goodness Kasie was there to help me out. She had to keep telling me to fix my feet and which arm to use. Lauren? She got it down. In fact, she was in love with it. She's already figured out where to buy gloves "just like Shelley's".
We also did Pump and Attack, and she enjoyed them both. She talked her mom into adding her to the gym membership so she could hit the Les Mills classes. She has started a new quote, "Portion Control". She says it about EVERYTHING.
Let's just say we've created a monster- Little Shelley, if you will. When I said she was a nazi the other day, she said, "No, I'm not. I'm a little Shelley."
Oooooh boy. The cool thing about being an aunt is that you can create a monster...and take them back to mom :)
Saturday, June 16, 2012
7 days with no sHELLey makes one weak...
I sucked at working out this week. I missed Tuesday and Wednesday because I didn't feel well, and I was out of town for work on Thursday. Wow! However, the workouts I got in we're great!
Yesterday's boot camp was led by Melissa. Poor girl- she still doesn't know what to do with me. I mean, one of the exercises was called "prisoner squats". WHAT?! I asked around to see if Vaseline was required. I was hoping the next station didn't have "drop the soap".
I did have a couple of celebrations in class though. First, I ran one whole lap without stopping. 9 laps is a mile, but it still felt good to finally accomplish that! I also was able to keep up with my team (for the most part) on the exercises. Usually I'm way behind. Of course the "burpees" were the worst.
Today I tested out a new Body Attack instructor. Tiffany taught with Leslie, and I've only watched her teach. They were a hysterical duo. The truth is, I went in with a bad attitude and was NOT excited about being there. We did a new mix- and boy that didn't help. Of course, the ladies were SO energetic and cheerful, that they forced me into a better mood. I sure as heck got a work out.
Somehow I managed to miss my fearless leader ALL WEEK!!! If you know me, you know that I don't do change well. At all. I am sadly looking forward to Tuesday's boot camp so she can be my background voice. I did my part to replicate her yesterday when my teammates were doing crunches with their heels on the ground.
My niece, Lauren, is flying in on Monday. She's 13, so she is going to get some workouts in while she is here!! I'm so excited to have her visit, and then we head to corn country for the weekend!! It will be challenging to be home and be good. I will splurge, but not go crazy. I usually eat an entire pizza (large) by myself from Pizza King or Arni's. I'll have to get a Boilermaker from Dog N Suds, the Custard...yep- this is a true test ;)
Yesterday's boot camp was led by Melissa. Poor girl- she still doesn't know what to do with me. I mean, one of the exercises was called "prisoner squats". WHAT?! I asked around to see if Vaseline was required. I was hoping the next station didn't have "drop the soap".
I did have a couple of celebrations in class though. First, I ran one whole lap without stopping. 9 laps is a mile, but it still felt good to finally accomplish that! I also was able to keep up with my team (for the most part) on the exercises. Usually I'm way behind. Of course the "burpees" were the worst.
Today I tested out a new Body Attack instructor. Tiffany taught with Leslie, and I've only watched her teach. They were a hysterical duo. The truth is, I went in with a bad attitude and was NOT excited about being there. We did a new mix- and boy that didn't help. Of course, the ladies were SO energetic and cheerful, that they forced me into a better mood. I sure as heck got a work out.
Somehow I managed to miss my fearless leader ALL WEEK!!! If you know me, you know that I don't do change well. At all. I am sadly looking forward to Tuesday's boot camp so she can be my background voice. I did my part to replicate her yesterday when my teammates were doing crunches with their heels on the ground.
My niece, Lauren, is flying in on Monday. She's 13, so she is going to get some workouts in while she is here!! I'm so excited to have her visit, and then we head to corn country for the weekend!! It will be challenging to be home and be good. I will splurge, but not go crazy. I usually eat an entire pizza (large) by myself from Pizza King or Arni's. I'll have to get a Boilermaker from Dog N Suds, the Custard...yep- this is a true test ;)
Friday, June 8, 2012
Uh-oh! Someone Forgot Their Saddle...
Wow! What a week. It is honestly a miracle I can type. The truth is- if we had real finger muscles that could be isolated, those would hurt too. I have completed 2 Body Pumps, 1 Body Attack (my final one for the week is tomorrow), 2 Boot Camps, and a Step class this week. I've managed to discover new butt muscles, bruise my shins, smash my knee on a plate, turn my legs into mush, and probably lose another bra size!
I've had a blast!!!! That's the truth. I've whined, complained, and wanted to cry. Although I am sore, I feel great! I've lost almost 3 pounds this week and made some new friends ;)
Yesterday I did a double workout. At Attack in the morning, my usual space was kind of crowded. I didn't mind at all. My fearless leader, however, did. So she told me to move to the wide open space. Front. And. Center. I resisted, so she said the magic words, "I challenge you..." We all know I listened.
In the afternoon, I came back for Step. It has been a number of years since I stepped...like 8, maybe? I caught back on fairly quickly, but my legs just wouldn't cooperate. Finally I moved off of my step to the floor. I have a hard time moving on a flat surface, so my chance of a broken bone were increased on the step!
I even had to strip off my t- shirt. It was soaking wet with sweat, so I went down to my tank top. The SECOND class was over, I covered right back up. I was exhausted, and even fell asleep super early (I'm sorry, Celtics).
This morning's Boot Camp was all about making a good blog. First it was the bleeping-beep test. I tried to go Joel Osteen on it and claimed that I was going to do 40 beeps (last month I did 13). My legs hurt sooo bad, and I was really hoping to just meet my last month's score. So, I made 1,2,3,4,5,6 and decided I was almost halfway there. I talked my legs all the way to 18 beeps!!! I was so proud. I figured we were done running for the day. WRONG. We then went outside- in June- in Alabama. We got in teams of three and had to divide up 100 exercises (100 push-ups, 100 squats, 100 mountain climbers, 100 pukies...I mean, burpees). After we did 100, we ran half a mile. So I did manage to run a mile today. Wow! I'm so exhausted. I think I'll spend some quality time with Advil tonight and start shoe shopping this weekend.
Seriously. The working out is enjoyable, the weight loss is nice, but the people are AMAZING. In my job, I rarely see my colleagues to bond, I don't have a lot of close friends (the job helps with that too), my family lives almost 600 miles away, and the Rainman and I live 45 minutes apart. I've found a place where I feel accepted, and the best part is that I'm accepted for who I am. We are all different: short, tall, skinny, fat (well, we know who that is), white, black, beautiful, ugly, moms, grandmas, at risk of being the crazy cat lady, married, divorced...at 5:00 am, none of it matters. I adore this group of women (and boy Kelly). I can't imagine going back to a place without them. The support is unreal. We laugh, pick at each other, and talk about life. At the risk of sounding as mushy as my legs feel, I've finally found my CHEERS. Maybe I'm wrong, but I sure as heck hope not. GCC and my workout people rock- and I adore them- even when they push me, tell me to quit whining :), and ditch me all together on a Tuesday. I just want y'all to know how much I appreciate you!! <3
PS. Someone left their saddle on the stage outside.
I've had a blast!!!! That's the truth. I've whined, complained, and wanted to cry. Although I am sore, I feel great! I've lost almost 3 pounds this week and made some new friends ;)
Yesterday I did a double workout. At Attack in the morning, my usual space was kind of crowded. I didn't mind at all. My fearless leader, however, did. So she told me to move to the wide open space. Front. And. Center. I resisted, so she said the magic words, "I challenge you..." We all know I listened.
In the afternoon, I came back for Step. It has been a number of years since I stepped...like 8, maybe? I caught back on fairly quickly, but my legs just wouldn't cooperate. Finally I moved off of my step to the floor. I have a hard time moving on a flat surface, so my chance of a broken bone were increased on the step!
I even had to strip off my t- shirt. It was soaking wet with sweat, so I went down to my tank top. The SECOND class was over, I covered right back up. I was exhausted, and even fell asleep super early (I'm sorry, Celtics).
This morning's Boot Camp was all about making a good blog. First it was the bleeping-beep test. I tried to go Joel Osteen on it and claimed that I was going to do 40 beeps (last month I did 13). My legs hurt sooo bad, and I was really hoping to just meet my last month's score. So, I made 1,2,3,4,5,6 and decided I was almost halfway there. I talked my legs all the way to 18 beeps!!! I was so proud. I figured we were done running for the day. WRONG. We then went outside- in June- in Alabama. We got in teams of three and had to divide up 100 exercises (100 push-ups, 100 squats, 100 mountain climbers, 100 pukies...I mean, burpees). After we did 100, we ran half a mile. So I did manage to run a mile today. Wow! I'm so exhausted. I think I'll spend some quality time with Advil tonight and start shoe shopping this weekend.
Seriously. The working out is enjoyable, the weight loss is nice, but the people are AMAZING. In my job, I rarely see my colleagues to bond, I don't have a lot of close friends (the job helps with that too), my family lives almost 600 miles away, and the Rainman and I live 45 minutes apart. I've found a place where I feel accepted, and the best part is that I'm accepted for who I am. We are all different: short, tall, skinny, fat (well, we know who that is), white, black, beautiful, ugly, moms, grandmas, at risk of being the crazy cat lady, married, divorced...at 5:00 am, none of it matters. I adore this group of women (and boy Kelly). I can't imagine going back to a place without them. The support is unreal. We laugh, pick at each other, and talk about life. At the risk of sounding as mushy as my legs feel, I've finally found my CHEERS. Maybe I'm wrong, but I sure as heck hope not. GCC and my workout people rock- and I adore them- even when they push me, tell me to quit whining :), and ditch me all together on a Tuesday. I just want y'all to know how much I appreciate you!! <3
PS. Someone left their saddle on the stage outside.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
I have a New Goal....
But if I tell it in the first sentence, who will keep reading?
My poor body is struggling to adjust to the 4:30 alarm clock. By last Friday afternoon, I had horrible black bags under my eyes. I often (okay, daily) come home and go back to sleep for a bit. I mean, it is 6:00 am. What else do you do? Then I'm exhausted. However, I know it takes more than a few days to develop a habit... So I'll totally figure it out ( and accept suggestions).
Great story... You know how I made fun of a million Body Pump people last week? So Friday I walk in and Freedom and Melanie are all matching in their black and grey outfits. I, of course, made fun of them UNTIL Freedom points out that I matched too! Oh no!!! I'm becoming one of "them" ;) Then she proceeds to put her weight-lifting gloves on, drink coffee... She was killing me!!! On purpose!! It was a hoot.
Look, if you're a weightlifting person or you do Body Pump, I think there should be a rule. If you're lifting as much or less than me, you CANNOT drop your bar. Honestly, even if you're lifting more than me- unless you are lifting a real amount of weight- set (sit?) your bar down. If y'all read about someone going postal in an Alabama gym...it will be me over the slamming of weights. It infuriates me!
Okay, so today was the first day of Boot Camp! We all know what this means- the mile run. This is my third round.
April time- 16:16
May time: 14:52
TODAY: 13:52 (yeah!)
I had so much support. Melissa, my Body Pump instructor, ran the second half of the mile with me. She pushed me to keep going while sHELLey screamed/cheered me on from across the parking lot. My camp mates met me towards the end to root me on. Folks, these people are my true jock straps. You can't get better support anywhere else.
I'm also proud to say I did 37 push-ups!!!
So, my original bet with my Dad was to lose 50 pounds by December. I then decided I wanted to reach 200, then 175. I figure why not go for 163 and lose 100 pounds?!?!? Of course, I am not trying to do this by December, but it is a goal. The Rainman and I will then both be in shape so we can go to Six Flags (without me puking on someone)!
I've also decided to have a boob-a-thon! Please prepare to pledge how much money you'd like to donate per pound I lose. All proceeds will go to my replacement chest parts ;) Not really on the boob-a-thon, but my best friend looked at me this weekend and said, "I hate to say it, but your boobs are shrinking." No kidding! Are you there, God? It's Me, Margaret!
J
My poor body is struggling to adjust to the 4:30 alarm clock. By last Friday afternoon, I had horrible black bags under my eyes. I often (okay, daily) come home and go back to sleep for a bit. I mean, it is 6:00 am. What else do you do? Then I'm exhausted. However, I know it takes more than a few days to develop a habit... So I'll totally figure it out ( and accept suggestions).
Great story... You know how I made fun of a million Body Pump people last week? So Friday I walk in and Freedom and Melanie are all matching in their black and grey outfits. I, of course, made fun of them UNTIL Freedom points out that I matched too! Oh no!!! I'm becoming one of "them" ;) Then she proceeds to put her weight-lifting gloves on, drink coffee... She was killing me!!! On purpose!! It was a hoot.
Look, if you're a weightlifting person or you do Body Pump, I think there should be a rule. If you're lifting as much or less than me, you CANNOT drop your bar. Honestly, even if you're lifting more than me- unless you are lifting a real amount of weight- set (sit?) your bar down. If y'all read about someone going postal in an Alabama gym...it will be me over the slamming of weights. It infuriates me!
Okay, so today was the first day of Boot Camp! We all know what this means- the mile run. This is my third round.
April time- 16:16
May time: 14:52
TODAY: 13:52 (yeah!)
I had so much support. Melissa, my Body Pump instructor, ran the second half of the mile with me. She pushed me to keep going while sHELLey screamed/cheered me on from across the parking lot. My camp mates met me towards the end to root me on. Folks, these people are my true jock straps. You can't get better support anywhere else.
I'm also proud to say I did 37 push-ups!!!
So, my original bet with my Dad was to lose 50 pounds by December. I then decided I wanted to reach 200, then 175. I figure why not go for 163 and lose 100 pounds?!?!? Of course, I am not trying to do this by December, but it is a goal. The Rainman and I will then both be in shape so we can go to Six Flags (without me puking on someone)!
I've also decided to have a boob-a-thon! Please prepare to pledge how much money you'd like to donate per pound I lose. All proceeds will go to my replacement chest parts ;) Not really on the boob-a-thon, but my best friend looked at me this weekend and said, "I hate to say it, but your boobs are shrinking." No kidding! Are you there, God? It's Me, Margaret!
J
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