Moving on to bigger and better things

My new goal (as I mentioned yesterday) is to move from weight loss to maintenance and building more lean muscle. To help me get there, I’m upping my protein and lifting heavier (thanks Mizfit!) and after just one training session, I’m feeling awesome about it.

A couple of NSVs that I have to share:

I was doing single dumbbell rows and after one set with the 12lbs, I moved up to 15lbs. That’s huge for me, considering that 6 months ago I would have probably fallen over with a 15lb weight in my hand, much less be able to do 12 reps and 4 sets of it. I’m pretty stoked about that.

We ended the session with a plank. Usually, I get to a minute but I’m struggling by the last 10 seconds. Today, I got to a minute. I got to a 1:15. I got to 1:30 and then I collapsed. Considering that when I started this journey 9 months ago, I couldn’t even do 10 seconds in plank position, I’m REALLY stoked about this. Next time: 2 minutes (but don’t tell my trainer)!

Now if my hip would stop hurting, I’ll be a happy camper entirely. I have one leg *slightly* shorter than the other (about 1/2 inch or so) so the right hip aches occassionally. I know that network chiropractic helps it but the money aspect is huge at the moment, so I have forgone it since I’ve been in Canada. I was hoping to get back to Melbourne at the end of September and book in for a few sessions but alas, my visa is not sorted yet so my trip is postponed until at least December. I think I need to get myself a few sessions here otherwise lunges will be permanently on the no-go list and while I’m not a fan of them, they do burn mucho calories and work those muscles.

One thing I’m definitely proud of is the fact that I’m not afraid to tell my trainer when I need more weights. I never used to trust my strength and ability before. I’m more confident now that I CAN do it. Sometimes I do overestimate and again, I’m not afraid or shy to say Whoa! That’s way too heavy and know that I’m not chickening out. I no longer think as a weak chick. I am strong.

I am a STRONG woman. Hear me roar.

Oh, and my new protein shake? Rocks as a shake, not as perfect on the oats – I need to rejig the oatmeal recipe (less protein or more oats and water) but as a shake I’m loving it.

An open letter …

… to the women at my gym.

Woman on the stairmaster

Holding onto the arms of the stairmaster to prop up your body while you take minuscule steps on the stairmaster will not tone your glutes, hips or thighs. Nor will it really give you a cardio workout. Your biceps looks awesome but there are machines for that. Use them. Leave the stairmaster for those who actually want to reap its benefits.

Woman on the elliptical

Get off your frigging cell phone for 5 minutes please. Honestly, I accept it when people chat at the gym but I don’t need a one-sided cell phone conversation where you yell at some poor subordinate while striding away on the elliptical next to me. Turning up my iPod can only drown out some of your ranting before I blow out my eardrums and go postal on you. If you really don’t have a moment to disconnect from the world, stay at work.

Women on the bikes this afternoon

It’s not that bright inSIDE the gym – no need for sunglasses lady. Now before you think I’m all judgemental – I’ve seen this woman before. She is neither blind nor injured. These were definitely fashion sunglasses and not those glasses that go all dark in the sun. This was a fashion thing. And in my HUMBLE opinion, stupid.

And to the other woman who was obviously quite engrossed in her music, I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I wasn’t. I wasn’t enjoying the loud bass pumping from your iPod much, but I was even less thrilled with your enthusiastic singing and semi-dance moves. Can you perhaps tone it down and use your inside voice and mannerisms while at the gym?