Fat Gal Fitness

Theresa. 24. Alabama. I lift. I run. I've lost 100+ lbs and I'm not done yet. This is about a fat gal on a quest for a healthy life.

Do you know what hot hundred is? No? Did you know it’s in Tuscaloosa today and it starts at the parking lot I normally park in for my long runs? No. Good, me neither.

Apparently it’s some sort of bike race. I’ll google it later. I assume Sam and/or Aaron know about it/are in it.

Aaaaanyway. I’ve been anxious about this run all week, for a few reasons. I didn’t run a long run last weekend, I’ve been battling my back AND my shoulder this week, and I was afraid the only reason I was able to hit 7.1 last week was because I hadn’t worked out a lot during the week due to my shoulder. So needless to say, I was working on convincing myself I couldn’t do it.

WHICH IS DUMB. We’ve been over this, brain. So shut up. Im pretty pleased with this run, considering I tried to derail myself. My pace was a little erratic, but that was a mix of watching the hot hundred cyclists and the fact that it was REALLY hot this morning.

It was pretty cool to see hundreds of bikes come flying by me. And there were bikers (like, motorcyclists) who volunteered to come help block off streets. That was awesome.

I like running from campus to downtown. It’s not that much backtracking and there are a few tiny hills. Plus there’s always something interesting to see.

It still sort of blows my mind that I’m a runner. I remember when I told Sam a year or so ago that I wanted to start running. I was hoping to just be able to finish a 5k. My training started with literally running for like 20 seconds at a time and walking like a minute in between. (It was a variation of the couch to 5k idea I’m fairly certain.) And now the fact that I can run for almost two hours straight is sort of surreal to me.

It also means I need to start looking into mid-run refueling. Right now I don’t bring any water or gu or anything and I definitely need to start. So maybe next week I’ll experiment with that and see if I can get something down mid-run without yacking.

Oh, I’m also trying to be more aware of what I’m eating immediately post-run. A lot of times I end up jumping in the shower and just eating like part of a protein bar after. Or just waiting til lunch. Which is BAD! So today I made a salad with some chicken and had some graham crackers with pb&j. yum!

Ok, last aside: I got new headphones. They are JVC sport headphones. Which I KNOW are low end, but they had really great reviews and they fit my weirdly shaped ears like a dream. So woohoo!

(I lied. This is the is the last one….every new distance and time are PRs for me. YEAHHHH!!)

Ok. Enjoy your Saturday. :)

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Since I know you don't like in-ear ones, I liked Skullcandy "Chops," but lost them. But I'm partial to House of Marley "People Get Ready."

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

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my only question is why call your blog 'fat gal fitness?' I've had different goals, since I've always been very petite, but I HATED when people called me skinny. Your Winn Dixie story, by the way, was the very best thing I read all week. Love it!!!! I am living proof, almost on the daily, that when you're friendly and open with people it brings out something they've been holding inside. And they love you for it, and it changes them. You go, gorgeous girl!!! What a smile too!!!!!!!

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

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Let’s make this up as we go along

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!

So today:

3x12 stability ball alternating DB chest press @ 25’s

3x:

12 smith machine row

12 cable row @ 52.5

12 DB row each side @ 20’s

3x:

12 incline chest fly @ 20’s

12 cable fly @ 17.5’s

12 bent over chest fly @ 20’s

3x:

12 cable bicep curl @ 22.5

12 barbell bicep curl @ 30

run the rack 20-15-10

3x:

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.

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I was saving these pictures to do a side by side comparison between last year and this year. Also the reason I have four different bikini selfies is because I had to work up the nerve to post them and I figured the longer I waited, the better I’d look, right?

WELL THAT’S DUMB. And I don’t need to compare these to last year. We all know I’m smaller than I was. No need to be like WHOA LOOK THERESA IS SMALLER. Shut up. We all know it. Now let’s embrace what’s happening here.

I’m a size 14. This is the smallest I’ve been in my adult life. This is the healthiest, fittest, strongest I’ve ever been. This is also the most confident I’ve ever been. And one day I woke up and decided that I didn’t give a damn what anyone had to say about my body. It is MINE. Not yours, not hers, not his. MINE. And you know what is really annoying? Swimming around in 50 pounds of fabric because you’re too afraid of someone seeing your stomach.

THIS IS MY STOMACH. It is big, it has stretch marks, in that last photo it’s burnt to a crisp, and it is by no means flat. I got a hilarious tan line floating in a tube down the river a month ago.

But this is my bikini body, y’all. It’s going to continue changing and maybe a year from now I’ll have a flat stomach. Maybe a year from now my thunder thighs will be less cottage cheese-y. But in the meantime, I deserve to be confident. I deserve to love every last bit of me. And I deserve to feel attractive at the beach/pool/lake/miscellaneous body of water.

I wanted to be more eloquent with this, have some grand statement about loving your body, embracing it, yada yada, and maybe in a few days I’ll find those words. But for right now, I’m fired up and ready to share this with the world. So here it is in my pseudo internet yelling, overenthusiastic jumbled words.

Mostly, this post exists for southerngirlinwi. Best friend, you deserve to rock the hell out of a bikini. Your body will ALWAYS be bikini ready, so long as you embrace the fact that every version of you deserves to feel stunning at the beach. You are beautiful, you are amazing. Don’t you EVER forget that.

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Sprints are DUMB. And I’m TIRED. And SORE. But you know what? I’m going to keep on keepin’ on. Cause why the eff would I quit now?

I seriously woke up this morning and thought, ‘eff it.’ Mentally I’ve been on a freaking roller coaster lately, and this morning was rough. But I got up and got out of the house because at the end of the day I would have been pissed at myself for being lazy.

I decided to just be free with my sprints this morning. I did about 3 1/2 laps around Snow Hinton, which would be just under 3 miles. I did 10 sets of sprints, sprinting two light poles worth (very scientific) and then jogging one light pole. Then I jogged another lap, sprinted a minute, and finished it out with another lap and a half. Then I spent some time stretching because my back is starting to act up again. Can I not just be well and injury-free for once?

I’m glad I got after it this morning. I ran longer than I normally do on Thursdays and it felt good. And see that sexy, sexy sweat stain? Hoo ha. That is why I do NOT wear loose cotton t’s to work out. They get too gross. BUT I’m moving and all my normal workout gear was either packed up or dirty. SO Key West kayaking shirt it is!

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Headphones HELP

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?

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BRB, crying

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. :)

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I don’t know what that poo face is about. I woke up at 5:10 this morning and it was pitch black outside. I hadn’t looked at the clock yet so I was like oh good it’s still the middle of the night. NOPE. UGH. so I got up and got ready, struggled with peeling my egg and managed to leave the house by 6:30. Struggle.

Hit up the river walk, though I’m getting reeeeally bored with it. Might have to change it up next week. Got after it a little too hard in the beginning so my last ten minutes or so weren’t too pretty. I got a crazy bad pain in my shoulder that shot down into my side so I hobbled along like I was having some sort of fit for about three minutes. That was cute.

Anyway. All of me hurts today, between the sunburn, the shoulder and the leg day soreness. In other words, it’s mostly a miracle I got out of bed anyway since the willpower was near zero this morning. BUT I DID. And I got in forty minutes. So it’s all good.

OH. Y’all. I did all of my leg day yesterday. I had to do lower weight on a few things cause of the shoulder, but I even did my smith machine squats. YAS. I LOVE THOSE SO MUCH.

So boo, shoulder. We will do this without you!

Okay. I’m going to work now.

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I don’t float.

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.

Anyway.

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. :)

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