Archive for October, 2009

Where Oh Where Did Fat Girl To Fit Girl Go?

In case you’ve been looking for the Fat Girl To Fit Girl blog, I’m still here! I’ve just moved around the corner to http://fatgirl2fitgirl.com.

I’m still blogging regularly over there. Just with a new bright look and my own host! Please come visit.

And if you have me on your blog roll, please update it with http://fatgirl2fitgirl.com. Thank you kindly!

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WE’VE MOVED!!!

So I’ve finally done it. Taken the plunge. Made the big move. For some time now, I’ve wanted to host my blog myself so I can do more and more with the site. I’m still WordPress all the way, but self-hosted wordpress now.

New posts and information will be on the new site: http://fatgirl2fitgirl.com

Please keep up with Fat Girl To Fit Girl there! If you have me on your blogroll, I’d appreciate it if you could update the link as well!

Thanks to my loyal readers. I hope the new site will create an even better atmosphere!

That’s http://fatgirl2fitgirl.com

Today’s post is about strength training!

A Note Of Thanks To My Body

At my heaviest weight, I was 267 pounds. That was 15 years ago. Through the years, I dieted, stopped, exercised, stopped, dieted some more, and stopped again. Any of us who has a substantial amount of weight to lose can probably say the same thing. We rarely get it right the first time, or the second or the third time.

When I started on my latest and last fitness journey in 2008, I weighed 230.2 pounds the day I stepped on the Weight Watchers scale. I happen to know that I’d managed to drop about 5 pounds before then. I weighed 167.2 this morning. That’s 100 pounds from my heaviest weight to now.

Yesterday I ran 4 miles. Running 4 miles is something that I wouldn’t have attempted or believed I could do….ever. Certainly not when I was 267 pounds or 230 pounds. Not even when I was 18 and 140 pounds and in good physical condition.

I was on my way to personal training this morning with my friend Jen…there will more about her and her alternative approach to resistance training in tomorrow’s blog post…and I started thinking about how far I’ve come. I think about this a lot. It keeps me going.

And I realized that I am truly grateful for having been 230 pounds, even 267 pounds. I didn’t appreciate it at the time, but I do now. Our bodies are amazing. Amazingly loyal, and amazingly resilient. My body still carried me when I had 100 pounds more on it’s 5’4″ frame than I do now. And at 230 pounds when I decided to get fit this time, it let me walk first, and then run…and swim and bike.

Being morbidly obese comes with consequences. And make no mistake. I was morbidly obese. I got winded easily. I got tired easily. I had acid reflux and heart palpitations. I felt like crap. But I was able to keep going.

You would think there comes a point where the body just says, “Nope, not doing it anymore. Not moving from this spot until you start treating me better.” It seems to take a lot to get the body to that point.

Think about it. If you abuse another person, you end up in jail, or at the very least that person can be taken away from you. But if we abuse ourselves, and getting to the point of morbid obesity is personal abuse, even if it’s done slowly and with yummy sugary treats, the only consequences we face are personal.

I am grateful that I weighed 230 pounds. I abused my body, but it stuck by me. And when I was ready to start treating it right, it responded. With each step and each pound lost, my body has gotten stronger and rewarded me in ways I never imagined. I have energy. I feel great. Aches and pains are fleeting. My skin has retracted to fit my frame (for the most part).

I can tell you that if I’d stayed at a reasonable weight all of my life, I probably would never have started running. I wouldn’t have gone back to swimming. I wouldn’t have attempted triathlon. Why would I have had to?

I would have been normal sized but unfit. Because I weighed 230 pounds when I decided to get fit this time, I knew I needed to exercise and eat healthier to reach my goals. I’ve taken it slowly. I’ve had missteps. But my body sticks by me. And I’m encouraged to get stronger and healthier every time I look at myself in the mirror or run a longer distance.

So thank you body. At whatever weight, I couldn’t have done it without you.

And I promise this time it’s for good.

Running on Empty

Dark mornings. Crazy work days. Night-time meetings and obligations. There’s a shift that happens at this time of year that requires a shift in the old exercise routine too. And shifts can be tough.

As a result, I haven’t done any exercise since Monday night, when I went running after work and then to a personal training session. I have no excuse for not doing ANYTHING. I can do resistance training at home. I can put my bike on the trainer and cycle my little heart out in the dark, in the cold…in the comfort of my living room. I can do jumping jacks or go out on the back deck and jump rope. But what I’ve wanted to do is run. Outside. In the bright sunshine and crisp weather.

I plan to go running tonight after work tonight provided I escape my cubicle before it gets too dark. However, I am not a huge fan of running after work. Remember last week when I was rejoicing that my morning runs felt strong and amazing because of the crisp weather?

Well as good as those felt is as tough as it feels to run after a full day of stress and food (even healthy food). Monday night when I ran after work— and I looked forward to it all day and had pizza to look forward to when I finished— I felt like I was wearing 25-lb. weights on each leg. The weather was humid and iffy that night with storms coming in, so I cut my run short to beat the rain. And I knew I had a training class later for which I wanted some energy.

Tonight, I expect my run to tough as well. Maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised. I’ve had so much going on these days though, I don’t feel like I have a whole lot to give to exercise at the end of the day, which is why I like to go in the morning. However, I know it’s something I need to do. Because while I might not have a whole lot to give to the road after a long workday, by getting out there anyway, that run (and I never thought I would be saying this), no matter how slow or difficult it is, gives me the release and energy I need to get up and do it all again the next day.