Yes, another installment of the “trying to get in shape” saga…..(it has been a while since I posted on this topic)
Last time, I shared with you how I began using an iPhone App Calorie-Counter. Based on the data I was entering, I was eating on average 1600 calories per day, and with my “exercise” I should have been losing 1.2 pounds per week, thus reaching my goal of 5-6 pounds in about a months time. I used this app for 2 months, and didn’t lose a lick. So I stopped using it. I feel fairly confident that my calorie intake is not the issue, it’s my lack of (serious) activity.
I tried to add more activity into my life–taking Miss Lily for 2 mile walks a couple of times a week. But in reality, the life of the VP, those opportunities are few and far between–especially with school getting out, being more of a taxi service with all these summer camps, having kids around—unless I want to exercise/walk/gym at 5am or 8pm. Neither of those times are very appealing to me at all.
What’s going on now? you ask.
The past 2 summers, I have been brave enough to wear a bikini in the summer–especially on our boat (I figure if I’m not brave enough to wear a 2-piece on my own boat, when/where would I wear a 2-piece?). I thought I looked OK–not great–but definitely acceptable.
But then, a photo was taken of me in my 2-piece. In 2 or 3 different angles. And I didn’t like the way I looked. I NEED to tone-up. Seriously.
I talked to hubby about getting more gym time before our upcoming trip to Hawaii, especially since he’s been going to the gym 2-3 times a week (for months) to “buff-up” for Hawaii. He goes straight after work. His response (more than once) was “You can go anytime you want.” OHHHHH….I cannot tell you how much this IRKED me. Finally I asked him “When, exactly, is ‘anytime’?” Clearly he doesn’t understand or appreciate the VP’s summer schedule. It didn’t seem like he was going to offer any flexibility to me, and that the onus would be on me to find a solution to this problem.
I came up with a plan. I would ask our neighbor’s son if he could come over 2-3 times a week to watch the boys. I would use that time to walk Lily, go on a long bike ride, and perhaps a trip or two to the gym. Good plan in theory, but his availability is sketchy. This week is a week that works well for both of us. But I figured that the walks and bike rides wouldn’t give me the results I yearn for.
So, since time is of the essence, I decided I would use a personal trainer at our gym. The gym has several “trainer packages” available, and after long consideration of my issues, my persona (i.e. motivation), and my time issues, I would purchase a 4 1-hr trainer package. I would use 2 before Hawaii, and then 2 after the kids go back to school, so the “training” would be fresh in my mind and I would have more time to take care of me.
Yesterday I met with Joe the Trainer, who interviewed, assessed, and evaluated me for 45 minutes. The interview took 15 minutes. I explained that I’m not really looking to lose weight. I’m OK with where I am–not too bad for an almost-40, 5’8″, size 8. I explained that I lost 15 pounds of “baby-weight” while living in England, loved the way I looked and felt, but those nasty “lost” pounds are s..l…o…w…l..y finding their way back to me. I will admit that I have probably gained almost 1/2 back, but I’m still ok with the way I look. I’m not looking to shrink to a size 6 or 4. I never call myself “fat” (how could I? I’m a size 8). But I need to TONE. FIRM THINGS UP. The bathing suit pictures were borderline “not-pretty.”
Joe the Trainer seemed to understand my “needs” and we moved onto a 1/2 hour of balance/strength/endurance evaluation. I’ll tell you…..that 1/2 hour kicked my butt. Seriously. I didn’t feel it right away, but the rest of the day I had “wobbly legs” and my muscles definitely felt like they had been used for the first time in MONTHS.
Due to Joe’s schedule, my schedule, and my sitter’s schedule, I had to schedule my next 2 “pre-Hawaii” training sessions back-to-back. Hubby laughed when I told him, because he heard my moaning and groaning after a 1/2 hour ‘work-out.’ How would I handle 2 days of 1-hr training/exercising, if 1/2 hour kicked my butt? Good Question. Hubby seems to forget that I have a fairly high pain tolerance and that I am resilient.
The good-thing about yesterday’s experience, is that Joe the Trainer showed me a bunch of exercises I could do at home on my own time. During our next session, he will incorporate free weights and exercise balls—things I could get for the home. He said he doesn’t use exercise machines (which is good, because I’m very intimidated by them).
I’ll keep my fingers crossed that this will be a turning point in keeping active and taking care of myself.