Gym Rat Discipline/Corrective Action

I almost lost my job as a Gym Rat last week. My manager (my husband) had to walk away from me, he was so pissed off. If he’d have written me up, it would have said something like this: “Crappy attitude. Doesn’t follow instructions. Doesn’t adhere to safety protocols. Not a team player.”

I don’t like to be told what to do. It’s not an attractive quality about me, especially when I’m not an expert at the work I’m doing. I find it almost impossible not to get defensive. It’s hard to listen and keep my mouth shut.

I could blame it on the delivery. Why can’t he say it more nicely? Why can’t he handle my feelings with kid gloves? But the bottom line is, I wasn’t in the mood to work out. Wasn’t in the mood to be critiqued, guided, or directed.

Weight lifting is an art. There is focus, form and coordination involved. If you don’t do it correctly, you’re just wasting your time, achieving no results. Or worse, you could hurt yourself. Badly.

I don’t want to quit. I need my husband’s help and his years of experience in the gym. If I have a good attitude and am open to learning new things, our extremely effective partnership at the gym will be a success. Not to mention free from serious injury.

We need each other to stay committed to being healthy and fit. We can do this!

Off we go right now. It’s cardio night.

My name is Jennifer. I am a recovering foodaholic.

“Food is the most inexpensive, readily available, socially acceptable drug in the world.”
—Dr. Marshall Stamper, Lean for Life

Recently I’ve had a hard time feeling satisfied after a meal. Before I finish eating, I’m already looking forward to the next snack or meal. On the drive home from work, I’m thinking about what I can eat for dinner.

Or if tonight, maybe we can have a cheat meal, off program. For the third time in a week. My drug of choice lately: pizza. Perhaps I’m stressed. Or bored. Or sad. Or angry. Or just lazy.

Some days, eating is the only thing I look forward to. I just love how I feel when I eat. I feel warm. Sometimes I can feel the energy spreading to my fingertips and my toes. I feel either energized, or completely relaxed and calm. Unless I go overboard. Then I just feel sick and mad at myself.

If that ain’t a drug, I don’t know what is.

I need to replace that feeling with something else. Hmm… Like going to the gym. I get a fantastic buzz at the gym. And afterwards, I get to have time in the steam room. Then I take a long, hot shower. I am warm. Relaxed. Calm.

I heard in a recent Lindora webinar that, “It’s okay to get comfort from food — just as long as you’re eating the right things.” Most of the time I feel great after eating a meal on program: a salad with veggies, a protein, and a fruit. But sometimes… well, nothing but a big bowl of buttery parmesan popcorn will do. The key is not to make it a daily thing. It needs to be the exception, not the rule.

My overwhelming love for food is a battle I will fight my entire life. I mean, ya gotta eat, right? My goal is to turn that struggle into a lovely balancing act, full of moderation, temperance, and a clean conscience. To know I will often fail, but to pick myself up and continue to fight on…

Realizing that I’m a food addict certainly makes me less judgmental of those who struggle with drugs, alcohol, prescription meds, etc… Who am I to judge? My drug just happens to be socially acceptable and takes a lot longer to ruin my life or kill me. Basically I’m leaning on the wrong thing, or taking the easy way out instead of dealing with emotions.

I need God’s help in this battle, that’s for certain. I just need to allow Him to help me.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.
Proverbs 3:5-6 (NIV)

Butt Lift Gone Bad

Received this from a friend via one of those forwarded-a-gazillion-times emails. Why people show themselves out in public like this, I will never be able to fathom. Am I laughing at others to make myself feel better? Yeah. I could always be so much worse off! 🙂  The fact that her face isn’t showing and I have no idea who she is… well, it seems to make it okay to share this…

How not to dress in public when your back looks like buttocks!