What the gym gave me
I often get asked how I do it. Run, work out, cook, bake, keep the house standing, you know. Life.
A friend, who is always inspiring me to work harder, posted on his facebook page today a quote from Oprah, and it is so very, very true:
“The big secret in life is that there is no secret. Whatever your goal, you can get there if you’re willing to work.”
Instead of making a New Year’s Resolution to lose weight, I had kids to inspire me. Which seems kind of odd, because having kids means your life gets a little bit busier. How on earth can one throw in the regular exercise needed to not only loose the baby weight, but be fitter and healthier? I don’t know that answer. I just do.
The gym to me, is not only the place I go to regularly sweat and pray for a quick death, but also where I’ve met some amazing people with similar goals to my own. I’m constantly inspired to be better, work harder and dig deeper, because the person next to me is. And if that person can, I sure can, too.
I’ve also made my intentions known to the instructors. They know that I’m there to work hard and in return, they push me. I know that at Body Pump, Angelica will hand me an extra 5 kg weight to use for overhead triceps dips and that at RPM, she’ll offer to increase the tension on my bike. I know that at free style spin, Janis will yell at me to dig deeper and clap a rhythm for me to match. And at yoga, I’ll sink an extra inch deeper during standing strength. If I’m running solo on a treadmill, I choose one that is near another runner. That way I feel like I’m not running alone.
Aside from camaraderie and such, I’ve gained results. What I’m about to show you is a photo from April of 2011, about 2 months after I had Mae. Then I’ll show you two photos from today. As of, like, an hour ago. After I ate dinner. So don’t hold it against me. I’m trying to prove a point.
Here’s April’s photo:
And here’s the one from an hour ago:
Oh, and let’s throw in my arm for good measure.
I honestly thought it’d be easier to take a photo of a flexed arm, but alas, it’s really not that simple. Either way, that’s where I am today.
Want to know something funny? From the first photo in April to the photo from today, I weigh the same.
I mean, exactly.
And that’s the hard part for a lot of individuals. I’ve noticed that most base their progress on weight alone. And obviously, you can’t do that. No wonder so many fail. I mean, look at me. Look at those photos. There’s a difference. Is it huge? No. Is it where I want to be? Not yet. Did I work damn hard? Hell yah. These results are from hours spent at the gym. Consistently. It took dedication and commitment.
What it didn’t include was gimmicky diets, 10 minute solution work outs, and excuses.
As I previously mentioned, since I stared taking Body Pump, I’ve gained about 7 pounds. But I look so much better than before. Maybe it’s just me who can see the difference, but it’s there.
I’ve also taken measurements. That’s where the real loss is. I’ve lost over 20 inches over my entire body since that first photo was taken. 20 inches. That’s over my hips, thighs, waist and belly button.
(Oh! And I just noticed I’m wearing the same pants in both photos. That’s kind of neat.)
The bottom line is, when people ask me, “How do you do it?” I say, “Hard work, dedication and a fantastic gym daycare.”
With that, wish me luck, because next weekend I’ll leave for Harrisburg where I’ll undergo training to become an RPM instructor…and hopefully teach a class or two at my gym. If not, at least it’ll be one hell of an experience and a test of my hard work.