A Late Night Conversation

The strangest thing happened to me last night. Let me preface this by reminding you that I am a compulsive overeater and that I have been constantly thinking about sneaking out to Wal-Mart and buying one of their lovely miniature cheesecakes or a carrot cake which happens to be my favorite. Oh carrot cake, with your golden raisins and cream cheese frosting… You will be glad to know, however; that I have not acted on my impulses even though I do think about my next cake constantly.

Anyway, I awoke to a strange feeling on my chest. At first I thought it was the cat trying to steal my breath while I slept, but the cat was not there when I opened my eyes. Instead, our friend Cute Little Devil was standing there, on my chest, pounding the dull end of his pitchfork into my sternum.

Cute Little Devil: “C’mon, wake up! We have something to do!”

Me: “Go away, will you? I was sleeping so well. Come back later, if you must.”

Cute Little Devil: “Look, let’s not make this harder than it has to be. All I want is for you to get up and take me to Wal-Mart. It’s not a big deal, I promise. I just want to look around.”

Me: “So go. I’m sure you have other people you can get to take you. Wait, you’re a devil, demon or whatever, can’t you just blink like Jeannie to get there?”

Cute Little Devil: “It doesn’t work like that, Dimwit! I NEED you to take me to Wal-Mart! How do you know I don’t want something sweet, like a cheesecake, hmmm? Just because you can’t have it doesn’t mean I have to go without! Now, get dressed and let’s go!”

I looked around for Sweet Little Angel but didn’t see him around. Cute Little Devil snickered as he leaned against his pitchfork.

Me: “Look, I can’t go. I’m trying to do something good here. Not only for myself, but be to be a good example for others. Now, go away and let me go back to sleep.”

Cute Little Devil: “You, always with the conscience! Nobody will know! The plan is perfect. Take me with you for moral support. C’mon pal, nobody’s gonna know!”

Me: “I’ll know! I’ll know that I cheated. That I cheated myself. I’ll know that I lied to everyone about how good I was getting at controlling myself. I’LL KNOW AND THAT IS WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT!!!!!”

Cute Little Devil: Fine, just fine, you… you… you goody-two-shoes! You’re always trying to do the right thing. I’ve grown tired of you… for now.”

“Poof”, just like that, he was gone. I laid there, trying to remind myself that although Cute Little Devil wants me to fail, others are rooting for me  Even more important to remember is that by going to the gym every day and sticking to my diet, I am rooting for myself. 

Getting Back on the Horse

A few things have happened since my last post, but the most important happened this evening. I have not been able to do any two-a-days for a week and came back today with a vengeance. Instead of walking the treadmill, I am now riding the stationary bike and I must say that pedaling while sitting down is not as easy as I thought it would be. But, anything to burn fat and calories, right?

So, tonight I pedaled my cholesterol-filled heart out for forty-five minutes. Definitely a personal best for me! My legs burning and wobbly, I gingerly climbed down from the bike and made my way to the locker room. Victory was mine tonight! I had pedaled 11 miles in such a short time and worked up a good sweat. I felt great, and then I saw them. Two slim people, a man and a woman on elliptical machines. I heard the man tell her "look, but don't look". Of course she turned her head, looked at me and immediately began to snicker and they shared a nice laugh together at my expense. Now, I know I am no beauty. I have often been reminded throughout my life that I will never be a looker and I have accepted it. But nothing hurts more than what I just described.

I wanted to cry, but more than that; I wanted to eat. I decided that I would tan and then go pick up a small cheesecake to help me drown my sorrows. Surprisingly enough, Sweet Little Angel and Cute Little Devil did not show up, but while I was in the rotisserie I plotted and planned and tried to justify feeling sorry for myself and then it hit me. How dare they make fun of me and how dare I allow them to make me feel bad! I realize that people make me feel bad about myself because I let them. Lucky for them, they are two pretty people on the outside. They will never have to know how much guts it takes to get dressed, get to the gym and work out on a machine knowing the rest of the gym can see your fat jiggling. They will never know what a struggle it is to bypass all of the goodies, and have celery and water instead. Unfortunately for them, they have a hard time facing their real selves in the mirror and make up for it by making people feel bad when really, they should be applauded for their bravery.

So, I left the gym and stopped by my local Wal-Mart. What did I buy? A new blender and I must admit that my protein shake tasted like... like...VICTORY!!!

Stick A Fork In Me

I was told to take a small break from my two-a-days. The other day, I don't know if it was from pain or frustration; but I completely broke down when Mike gave me a new free weight challenge. My ankle hurt so badly I thought it was broken again. I've graduated to walking the treadmill on an incline and Mike thought maybe I'd put some strain on it and needed the weekend to rest it. I haven't been exactly true to my promise to stay away from the gym. I have noticed that when I have the urge to eat, if I go to the gym I feel much better and even more determined to stick with the program. So, I worked out Friday and Saturday, big deal. I am taking today off.

Last night after an upper body and then hour-long treadmill workout, I decided to use one of the tanning booths at Gold's. I know, tanning beds and booths are supposed to be for the skin; but the more I work out and visualize myself with a svelte body, the more I want my skin to go from a sickly, pasty white to a light, healthy-looking brown. I have lain in tanning BEDS before, but have never used a booth. Basically, you go into the booth, lock the door, disrobe, put lotion on, step through another smaller door, and press the green "start" button. The booth is set on a timer by the girl at the desk and all is supposed to go well.

Okay now, we all know I'm a pretty big girl. Imagine taking all of your clothes off in a telephone booth. Not one of the open-air booths, but one of the old-fashioned ones. I was bumping my arms against the walls, hitting my head on the little shelf on the wall and I was really afraid the entire thing would topple over. I am sure it looked and sounded like two people fighting in there. I finally got the lotion on and stepped through the tiny door into the tanning "area" of the booth. At first, the door wouldn't shut. It kept popping open and I thought it was because my stomach was keeping it from closing tightly. I thought, "Okay, I'll just hold it shut by the handle. Maybe that's what you're supposed to do anyway." So I held it shut, pressed the "start" button and "POP", the lights turned on and the pop made me almost jump out of my skin. Then I realized that when the lights turn on, the door shuts and latches. In case of burning or claustrophobia, there is an "off" button so I didn't feel trapped, exactly.

While inside, I noticed the hexagonal shape and the fact that the bulbs are covered by grates and a strange feeling and image came over me. I actually felt like a Boston Butt roast in a rotisserie except I wasn't moving around and around and didn't have a spike up my ample ass. The lights went out with a pop that was as loud as the earlier one and the small door opened. Again, I fought with my body as I got dressed and put my socks and sneakers on. Before I opened the main door, I took a deep breath sighed to myself, "Another workout down. Stick a fork in me, I'm done... for today."

Special Day at the Splash Pad

I can't believe it has been almost a week since I last posted. I have been busy with class work, working out and getting my niece to swim meets. I am now down to 215 and more than my weight has changed. 


Many of you don't know this, but for many years I was somewhat of a recluse. Yes, I took my children to school, picked them up, went to their ball games and concerts, grocery shopped and went to my own classes; but I wasn't very social and I went out only if I had to. In fact, during the summers I would only leave the house every two weeks to shop for groceries. Last weekend was very different for me.


I took both of my nieces to the splash pad in Florence, Alabama on Sunday. A splash pad is a series of fountains set on a timer to move up and down and even spew water at full blast! Florence boasts a beautiful one fully equipped with a great sound system and a light show at night. After convincing my 3-year old niece that it was okay to be splashed, I sat on the grass in the sun... in shorts... in my BATHING SUIT!!! I notice that as I spend time working on myself, my confidence is growing. Two weeks ago I would not have stepped foot outside of my door wearing anything but jeans and a t-shirt; a very baggy t-shirt at that; but today I actually wore a fitted, yellow t-shirt. 


One thing about the sun-- it burns. I don't understand one thing, but perhaps someone will answer it for me. My back was bare and shoulders were bare and of course, burned. My arms were bare and while not burned, they darkened some. My feet-- talk about the worst place to be sunburned. Here is what I don't understand-- my legs were bare and got no color at all. My theory is that the sun took one look at my fat, ugly legs and hid behind the clouds. 

Two-A-Days

I had a workout session with Mike yesterday and asked him if the one hour per day of cardio I have been doing was enough. Can I do more? Yes-- two-a-days. Yesterday I was only able to get in one cardio workout and my weight-training session with Mike. Today I began attacking things with a vengeance. I got up early this morning, went to the gym and walked two miles on the treadmill in an hour. Went home and ate breakfast, studied a bit, went to class then took my niece Candy to swim practice. I was not finished for the day. Candy and I returned to the gym where she was able to play with new friends in the kids' room and I walked another two miles in an hour. 

It's funny, the things that happen while on a treadmill. My two good buddies, Sweet Little Angel and Cute Little Devil showed up just as things were getting good. 

Me: It's only been a half hour and I am soaked!

Sweet Little Angel: You're doing great! Pretty soon you'll be lean and mean!

Cute Little Devil: Pffftt... don't listen to halo-head, you are red, huffing and puffing, sweaty and seriously stinky!

Me: Do I really stink? Do I look stupid doing this? Is it really going to help me?

Cute Little Devil: Of course you stink!

Sweet Little Angel: Yes you stink, but it's because you are doing something good for your body! Don't listen to him. Look at him, he's lookin' a little pudgy himself. See, he doesn't like himself very much, so he wants you to be miserable alongside him.

Cute Little Devil: Not true, not true! If you say it again I'll stick you with this fork! Now, Elisa; we can settle this once and for all. Look out of the window and tell me what you see.

Me: Burger King... across the street.

Cute Little Devil: That's right, just across the street, a double Whopper with cheese is waiting for you! If you get there quickly enough they might still have soft-serve ice cream for your chocolate shake.

I tripped and was jolted back into reality. Tripping on a treadmill is never fun for the tripper but I am sure it is funny for observers. See, when I tripped, I pulled my earphones which were plugged into my iPhone and the phone took a nice ride on the conveyor belt before hitting the floor. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed and everyone looked innocent enough, but I still think everyone shared a silent chuckle.

My little buddies were gone so I was left alone and began to think about how often I assume I cannot do something. They say that success in sports is 95 percent mental and 5 percent physical. This reminds me of a scene from "The Empire Strikes Back". Luke Skywalker has just tried to raise his submerged ship out of a swamp and failed. He is convinced it cannot be done. Yoda moves the ship out of the mire using his mind and makes it look easy. Amazed, Luke says "I can't believe it!" Yoda replies, "That is why you fail." 

All too often, I don't give myself the chance to succeed. I tend to look at a task and assume I am not able or capable to tackle and master it. The way I look at it is this; if I begin a task believing I can try but will not be able to finish it; I have already doomed myself to failure. Armed with this knowledge, I will attend BodyFlow tomorrow morning. I will stand on one foot, stretch the other leg out, grab it by the foot and hold it there in mid-air. I will let you know how that goes.

Getting out of bed this morning was pretty easy. I guess it was because I had something new to look forward to. My plan: Eat breakfast, go to BodyFlow and then work out with Mike.... ah... a very nice morning. I ate my usual omelet but skipped the oatmeal, which turned out to be a mistake. By the end of the workout I had completely run out of steam.


BodyFlow is something new for me and it was interesting. It's a low impact aerobic activity that incorporates Tai Chi, Yoga, and Pilates. The only one I was familiar with was Tai Chi and I think I will enjoy yoga and pilates as well. I did relatively well, given my ankle injury but balancing is challenging! I couldn't do everything the same way as everyone else, but I did what I could. One thing you might find funny is that I was outmatched by a pregnant woman. Not just pregnant, but pregnant with TWINS!!! Thirty-two weeks pregnant too! It's all good though because again, I pushed myself as hard as I could and did my best.


I had a half-hour break between BodyFlow and my appointment with Mike. Of course, I read the paper and drank a cup of coffee. I mean, why work out on the treadmill, right? We worked my lower body today. Oh my goodness, it wasn't as difficult as the upper body workout but still... Anyway, I pushed through all of it, all the while chanting "Go the distance, go the distance" in my head. It really does work! My chant sounded like an 88rpm record when I was holding a weight and high-stepping across the gym floor and kick-stepping all the way back. Twice each way! It was brutal, but I know it will work.

Curt and Betty

My inspiration today came from Curt who is 81 and Betty who is 77. I wrote a lot of papers last semester, most centering around the concept of "active aging". The idea is to be aware of your health status, manage your diet, exercise your mind and exercise your body. Curt and Betty are both members of Gold's Gym and commit themselves to a regular workout program. They are not the only "older" members; there were a few there this morning. Seeing them working out, not being winded and enjoying life makes me eager to get up tomorrow morning, go to the gym and thank God that it is never too late.

Going the Distance

I really didn't want to work out this morning, but I got up early (eight-ish is early for me), ran errands (now, THAT is another story! Jefferson Davis' birthday. Remind me some day to tell you.), but got nothing done and felt pretty bad about it and finally got to the gym. 


Today was a cardio day and I decided to do something different, so no stationary bike for me. For everyone who doesn't know, I broke my ankle last October. The road to recovery has been very difficult, it still hurts badly and I still walk with a limp. I decided to push myself and get on the treadmill. I started out slowly, and before I knew it, I was walking at a 2.1 mile/hr speed and on a slight incline. Now, this did hurt; but at the same time, I felt my muscles stretching and warming and things felt pretty good. I cranked up the Motley Crue on my iPhone and taught that treadmill a good lesson. I noticed my heart rate was around 145 and decided to push the envelope, adjusting the speed again until I was running at a very slow pace. Yes, it was slow and from what I could see in the mirror, I looked stupid; but I RAN and my heart rate soared to 160! I walked for 50 minutes and actually ran for 10. I was sweaty, smelly and smiling when the machine stopped.


One thing I am enjoying about Gold's is the televisions they have mounted on the cardio machines. I usually plug in my earphones and watch my favorite programs. Today was different. My mind drifted to one of my favorite movies, "Rocky". Rocky Balboa had nothing going for him. A southpaw with lack of focus usually doesn't make a good boxer. Thing is, Rocky wasn't really a boxer, he was a fighter. When everything is stacked against him, instinct and heart take over. The harder he is hit, the harder he comes back-- with a vengeance.


In the scene I was thinking about this morning, Mickey is trying to give Rocky reasons to not fight Apollo Creed. I loved what Rocky had to say and this is the highlight:


"It really don't matter if I lose this fight. It really don't matter if this guy opens my head, either. 'Cause all I wanna do is go the distance. Nobody's ever gone the distance with Creed."


Sometimes I expect too much of myself right away. Now, I am a big fan of raising the bar, but what I mean is sometimes it takes time and patience to get over that bar; and of course, the next bar is already there and waiting. I am now trying to set daily goals so I can go the distance every day. I can challenge myself daily with exercise and sticking to my nutrition plan. I ran for 10 minutes today but maybe tomorrow I should run for 11. 


Going the distance. Going the distance, giving it everything I've got and win big or not, finish the race.  Every day, finish the race.