I loooove House of Marley stuff so much. I’ll probably go with skullcandy for now until I have time to research an investment pair. I just sweat on them SO MUCH. hahaha
This is a question I’ve had to answer a few times, actually. I’ve always been the fat girl. My entire life, I was bigger than everyone else. And people have tried to use the word fat to cut me down and make me feel bad about myself. And for 23 years, I let them. But when I started this journey, I decided it was time to take back the power. I AM (was? am? that’s a post for another day…) fat. When I started this, I was morbidly obese. So to call it fat gal fitness, I took ownership of my body and acknowledged that I have control over it. Yes, I am fat. Yes, I am a girl. But I’m getting fit. I’m using this fat body to do amazing things. And every other girl who is fat, feels fat, has been told she is fat, can look at this and be like you know what? I can get fit too. I can get healthy. And it doesn’t matter what people say about me, because my body is mine, fat or not.
That might just be me rambling, but I honestly don’t take the title of my blog lightly. It was a very intentional decision. :)
And THANK YOU!! :D Involving my friends and family and random strangers in my journey was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. And it’s honestly changed my life. I’m incredibly blessed to have a story to share and a passion for helping other people. I look forward to following you as well. :D
The shoulder is still being a turd so I’m doing my best to avoid the upper body exercises that irritate it, which means doing my best to keep from reaching behind me or over my head. It’s frustrating, but I’d rather not make it worse. I’m finally at the point of not crying every time I put my sports bra on. Progress!
3x12 stability ball alternating DB chest press @ 25’s
12 smith machine row
12 cable row @ 52.5
12 DB row each side @ 20’s
12 incline chest fly @ 20’s
12 cable fly @ 17.5’s
12 bent over chest fly @ 20’s
12 cable bicep curl @ 22.5
12 barbell bicep curl @ 30
run the rack 20-15-10
12 skull crushers @ 15’s
12 tricep kickbacks each side @ 15
I’m pretty pleased with it. Arms are nice and shaky, I’m sweaty, AND I got to wear my hot pink pants today so I feel pretty BA. Today’s a good self esteem day. Which is good because I need it to carry me through 7.5-8 miles of running tomorrow morning, which I’ve been anxious about for a week now. WHICH IS DUMB BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN DO IT. Whatever. Stupid brain.
LIFTING IS THE GREATEST.
Alright y’all. I’ve destroyed four pairs of headphones now. I need a decent pair that can handle being worn and sweat on six days a week. Not trying to spend a ton on them (I’m not going to sweat on a $100 pair of headphones) and I need them to last more than two months. What kind would you suggest?
Sometimes I forget my lunch (like today. UGH.) and on those days I either run to Winn Dixie or Subway, since they are the closest, healthiest options to my work, since we are out in the middle of nowhere. A few weeks (maybe months? Idk) ago I went in and wandered around Winn Dixie for waaaay too long. I was super hungry, but also super lazy and couldn’t decide what I wanted. Eventually I made my way back to the deli and found some fajita chicken that looked pretty decent. I started chatting with the lady behind the counter about who knows what, but including that I worked at the gym, how I was trying to find a healthy option, why I like eating healthy, how I work out, my journey, yada yada yada. Basically, I spent way too much time in the back of the store, but it was really nice. She told me she was trying to eat better so I just encouraged her and then took my food and went on my way.
Well, today I forgot my lunch. AGAIN. It’s sitting on my kitchen counter, all packed and ready to go. Snacks included. UGH. So I went in to talk to the office manager about when she was going to lunch and how I would need to go out, etc etc and she told me she was in Winn Dixie last night picking something up from the deli and the lady behind the counter started talking to her about how all of us PARA people are just so nice.
And then she told her about this one girl (ME! IT’S ME!) who came in a few weeks ago who had forgotten her lunch and she was so sweet and she talked to her about eating healthy and working out and that she wanted her (ME!) to know that since they talked, she has lost 16 pounds.
Y’ALL I’M GOING TO CRY. This is why I share my life. This is why I talk too much, I write too much, I share every ugly detail. At the end of the day, yes, this is about me and my journey. I started losing weight, getting healthy, caring about myself because it was time to start loving ME. But it’s turned into so much more than that. I want my love and passion for getting healthy to overflow. I want it to spill out and touch other people. And lately I’ve felt a little like that hasn’t been the case. That I bother people with how much I talk about it. So to hear that today made me feel REALLY good.
I’m working on some ways to make a bigger impact. To share my story, my passion with other people. So little moments like this remind me that I’m on the right path. Praise God. :)
I went to the lake with my family this weekend. You probably knew this already. But I did. And it was awesome.
I also went to the lake with my family almost exactly a year ago. Do you remember? It was a great trip, but I also had a meltdown about not having the right food options and was a weirdo about trying to get my workouts in. Basically, I was only a month or two into this thing and freaked the eff out that I was going to derail and fail.
But a lot changes in a year.
Since the trip last year, I’ve gone down three or four sizes. I know nothing is going to derail me. I’m learning to have a healthier relationship with food. And I’m confident enough in my ability to either make up a workout or search tumblr til I find one I like.
I also bought my first ever bikini. I got it a few months back and have worn it out several times now, but the family trip had me nervous. I was afraid they’d make comments or I’d be uncomfortable. Turns out, no one cares. Yep, my ghost white tummy was on full display and it JUST DIDN’T MATTER. What did matter was that I wasn’t weighted down by some swim dress, I was comfortable and I felt amazing. I’m not where I want to be yet, but there’s no reason not to embrace where I am right now.
But do you know the best/worst thing I learned on this trip?
I DON’T FLOAT ANYMORE.
Now back in the day, I was a freaking buoy. I could lay on my back and just float around for DAYS. And I was all proud and junk like look at me I’m so awesome! And then I found out that the reason I could float so well was that FAT FLOATS. So yeah, I was a big ol’ buoy. GOOD GRIEF.
So this year rolls around, I have a shoulder injury that keeps me from being able to swim very well, and I jump off the boat like it’s no big deal.
Y’ALL I THOUGHT I MIGHT DIE.
I’m not saying I’m this sick shredded muscle bound brute, but I am saying that apparently 100 pounds of fat makes a big difference! It took a lot of energy to tread water, especially with just one arm. I eventually made it back to the boat, but I had to make sure I had a flotation device nearby all weekend.
It sucks because apparently I’m not as strong of a swimmer as I thought I was, but also pretty awesome that I’m not just floating along with 100 extra pounds of fat.
I guess I have to refresh my swimming skills and fix this shoulder nonsense before I go jumping off boats again. :)