Is the inspiration extra??

As I've mentioned in previous postings I work out with a personal trainer 3x/week (AKA: Shedevil) but I never realized how much she would actually do for me.  I thought she would help me gain physical strength and endurance and push me in my workouts to my fullest potential.  Never in a million years did I expect her to challenge me spiritually and emotionally and turn out to be an amazing friend.

These last couple of weeks I hit a slump of sorts.  A few factors have played into this such as a cold that won't go away, working extra hours, and the general busyness of life.  With this I have not been as diligent in my eating and working out that I had been which in turn started that old familiar cycle of "I'll get back on track tomorrow".  Of course I've included Cassi in on these thoughts and emotions and she was quick to encourage me and help me focus on the amazing progress I've made.  Overall, I have NO DOUBT that I will continue being successful and this is a minor blip in the grand scheme of things.

Then today as I'm praying that God will help me make good choices this week and stay on track while on vacation I receive a text message from Cassi that says

                  "At the deepest level, it is not your food obession that you need to admit to yourself.  At the deepest level, it is the memory of your Divine light that you most need to admit to yourself...the light of God that lives within you as the gift that it is: the solution to every problem" 

Then to top it off, she texted me a prayer that I couldn't have articulated better myself in regards to what I was feeling.

So seriously...is she going to charge me extra for this??...because there are times when what she did today is more helpful and needed than what she does for me in the gym!

So at least for today I will not reference her as Shedevil (oops) but as Cassi Pinter - a true friend and inspiring woman. (and the reason I have to upgrade my texting plan to unlimited)



  

Changing perspective

I was on the phone yesterday with a fellow sister who's struggling and we were talking about strategies and battles with food.  At one point in the conversation I told her that with her eating habits ALONE she could easily drop 10lbs. by the end of the year and how great that would make her feel.  At which point she replied "The weight I would be at in 10 lbs. is nothing to celebrate." 

Wow!! She hit the nail RIGHT on the head for how I've felt so many times in the past.  For instance...If I weigh 190lbs and lose 10 to become 180lbs, whoopty do!! I'm still 180lbs and I want 130lbs.  I, and it sounds like others, are so intensely focused on the number we want to see that we fail to realize the stepping stones you have to jump on to get there. 

If someone would have told me years ago that I'd be excited to see the weight on the scale I am today I would have puked in my mouth.  Seriously.  Know this...I am not excited to see that number.  I am excited to know that it's 35lbs less than it was 3 months ago.  That is something worth celebrating.  With that thought, I realized that I have had to make a conscious choice to view my progress that way. 

So don't look at what you haven't accomplished yet...look at what you have accomplished and celebrate that!!

Pictures Suck!

2 years ago I bought a simple white linen shirt that I absolutely loved.  It fit great on top, but was a bit too snug around the hips so I put it in my closet until I was could wear it.  Fast forward to this past Saturday night and I'm getting ready to go out to a charity event and I throw on the white shirt.  This is it! I'm wearing it and I'm excited!  I pulled off the tag, did my hair and makeup and off I went. 

I arrive at the event and due to the recent 33 pounds I've lost, people are FINALLY noticing that I'm dropping some weight and making comments and it feels soooooo good!!  So today I receive an email from a friend who was taking photos of the event and there I am in the same white shirt but I SWEAR I didn't look that fat when I left the house.  I SWEAR when I did my make up that 3rd chin was most definitely not there! 

How could I be so stupid??
How could I think I looked even halfway decent that night?? 
How can I think that 33 pounds is a big deal when I have 100+ left to go??
How do I tell my friend not to tag me on facebook because I'm mortified by the way I look?

These are the horrible thoughts that plague me and in the past would have sent me into a downward spiral bringing me straight to the ice cream aisle. 

Today they are sending me to the gym to workout...and to the pantry for a can of tuna...and to the fruit basket for a cluster of grapes. 

I know I'm not the only one that have had these thoughts and I hope I can continue to fight them with healthy choices instead of caving under the pressure of negativity!

A new kind of evil!!

In an effort to keep things simple and kind, in today's blog we are going to refer to my personal trainer as SheDevil (or SD for short). 

Last week was a rough week for me.  My sleeping, exercising, and eating was turned upside down due to the almost 30 additional night shift hours I worked and by Monday's weigh-in I was just pleased to have not gained weight. So the SheDevil and I decide that this would be a good week to hit it hard and try and make up for last week.  So instead of working out 3 days at her mini in-home gym and 2 or 3 on my own we decided I will go to her place all 5 days this week.

Every now and then SD decides to change up the order of my workouts claiming "muscle confusion" is going to amp up my results.  But by now I'm thinking maybe, just maybe the "muscle confusion" twists won't make me want to jump off a bridge or cut off a limb, etc.

Silly, silly AnnaLisa...when will I learn??  She had an evil trick up her sleeve!  Typically I do three sets weights and then 3 minutes on the elliptical...three sets of weights and 3 minutes on the elliptical for a total of 4 weight sets.  I got through my first set and thought "not too bad".  At which pont in time she hands me the 10lb ankle weights I use to work my inner thighs and says "For your elliptical time today you're going to hold this over your head."  Wha What??? What??!!??  You're kidding right? No she was NOT kidding. But the worst part is that she was LAUGHING!! Yeah!

I barely got through the first minute and brought my arms down at which point she promptly paused my time because surely she wouldn't want to rob me of all the amazing benefits of this current torture.  "You said you want amazing arms" says SD, "This is how you'll get them".  I begged for her to stop the pain while she smirked and grinned.  I made it though my first 3 minutes in about 4 1/2.  I then went to get my water bottle and my arm was literally shaking!!  I told her that I would probably drop my baby when I got home and it would be all her fault. 

SheDevil didn't care.

This went on for what seemed like hours.  I thought of many forms of physical pain that would've been easier than holding weights above my head while on the elliptical...getting a tooth pulled; delivering a baby; being run over by a car. ANYTHING!  

And here's the kicker...I'm going to pay her for this!

Well, that's all I can type about this.  Not because there isn't more I could say, but because I literally cannot hold my hands over the keyboard anymore.