Short Fat Girl

The transformation of a short fat girl

Boot Camp

Lookout Boot Camp Here I Come

As many of you know, I injured my foot a couple of weeks ago which prevented me from completing all of my boot camp duties. Since then, my foot has been slowly healing, but I still have concerns about my ability to return to boot camp.

Until yesterday, I was holding off on signing up until the last minute, because I didn’t want to fork out that much money and not be able to do it. I expressed my concerns with Bridget, my friend and boot camp instructor. She offered to have me join her and Michelle, one of my new boot camp buddies, for a mini boot camp session Friday morning so she could better assess my situation.

Even though she was up and down most the night caring for her sick and elderly dog, Bridget still showed up to work out with Michelle and I. We started off with a walk around the parking lot along with a few warm up stretches and of course a set up sit-ups. Then came the fun part. We headed out for a nice run to downtown Decatur. Our first stop, the Decatur courthouse parking deck. First we ran up the stairs, then down through the ramps of the deck with some small sprint intervals on the way down. After the deck, we headed through downtown with a few stops for a few strength training exercises. We ended with a run back to the high school parking lot where we performed some cool down stretches.

Yes, I still had some pain in my foot, but nothing I thought that would prevent me from participating next week. A person of my size is going to have pain no matter what, and sitting out and watching the weeks go by is just not my style. With plenty of ice and ibuprofen, I should be good to go.

After work, Kristy and I headed out to the gym for our water aerobics (aqua boot camp) class, and then we swam laps until we got to 400 meters, which is the distance we have to swim in the triathlon.

After all that, you would think we were done for the day. Not us though, as soon as we got home, we lassoed up the pups and took them out for a mile long walk. THEN, we were done and went to bed.

After a great night sleep, I woke up this morning to find that I was no worse for the wear. I know now that I am well on my way back and will be there Monday for day 1 of month 2. Not only did I sign up for another month of boot camp, I bought a three month commitment pass.  Hooah!

 

 

Weights & Measures

The measurement are in. Before I go there, I want to add that though I may have not lost a lot of weight, I was kind of wishing for some “Biggest Loser” moments. My body, however, went through some major changes, and all of it was good.

The proof, my friends, is my clothes. Clothes that were tight, now fit. Clothes, that did not fit, almost fit. Its almost time to pull the next batch of clothes out of the attic and try them on. I think I’ll wait a couple weeks for that.

To keep things honest, I had my friends Bridget and Deena do the measuring honors.

Thanks Guys

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The Party Is Over!

Yes, the party is over, the pity party that is.

As I stated in my post on Monday, I had no intentions of quitting boot camp, so I got up yesterday and prepared myself for boot camp. I pulled out the sports tape and wrapped my purple foot all up. I arrived at boot camp and walked over to the instructors as casually as possible, and informed JoJo of what I did to my foot. Apparently, she had already read my blog and was surprised to see me. After pleading my case, and plenty of encouraging words from JoJo, I was forced to face reality and the fact that it was in my best interest to go home, give my foot a rest and not participate in boot camp. We did agree, however, that  if I was feeling better on Friday, the final day of boot camp, I could try to participate in what I could. Maybe the running part would have to wait until next week or so.  

Here I go again, adding one more thing to my start and not finsh list. Seems like everytime I get excited about doing something, something happens where I can’t finish or it’s too hard and I quit. I wanted this to be different. I already had my next size clothes ready to try on in a week or two.

When I arrived back home, I told Kristy what happened. After we talked about it for a bit over a cup of coffee, I went upstairs and got ready for work. Having difficulty keeping back my tears, I arrived at work, walked into my office and closed the door until I could get myself together.

Of course, it turned out to be the day from Hell. Patients were cranky, the doctors were cranky and so was the staff. Being that it’s my job to keep order and keep the practice running smoothly, I had to put on my fake happy face and get to work. After a while, things calmed down and I was able to take a breath. Just then, Bridget, one of my boot camp instructors, called to check in on me. Immeadiately, my eyes filled with tears. Bridget knew I would be upset and started giving me the old “It’s not whether you get knocked down, it’s whether you get up.” speach by Vince Lombardi. And you know what? It’s true!

Luckily, I have always been blessed with a strong support system. I have a wonderful partner who knows me better than I know myself. I have great friends who have always been by my side in good times and bad, and I have a great job that I love. So, when  I started boot camp, I increased my support systme 10 fold. I have never had so many people who want me to succeed and you know what? I am not going to let them down. Better yet, I am not letting myself down.

Yes, being injured really sucks and the old Lisa would just gave up and went back to my old way. The problem with the old way is the only possible end would be the end of my life and I’m not ready for that to happen yet. So the only choice I’m left with is to suck it up and keep going.

Feeling A Little Defeated

OK, I know the story about muscle weighing more than fat and all, but dang; only 1 pound this week? Really? At this rate, I’ll hit my goal weight just in time to move into the retirement home. On top of that, I keep injuring myself. Today started my first day of the final week of boot camp and am looking forward to the PT test and timed mile run on Friday. I really want to beat my time of 15:22.

So, I show up for boot camp today still sore from my hip flexor pull last Friday. After a nice warm up, my leg was feeling pretty good, so I thought if I took it a little easy I could make it through. We started the workout doing sprints through the parking lot in increments of 20 seconds. Our goal was to increase the distance we achieve each time we ran. In between each run, we would perform a series of excises and then run back up to the parking lot for our next sprint.

After the second series, I was feeling pretty good and felt confident that I could increase my effort for the next sprint. As soon as I took off, I felt a pop in the arch of my foot and I almost went down. I limped around for a little while and tried to shake it off. I took it easy the rest of the workout and only did some speed walking instead of the sprints; I was still able to perform the other exercises however.

After I got home, I went and got ready for work. The more and more I walked around the more my foot hurt. When I got to work, I called my podiatrist and he got me in first thing. He took a series of x-rays and then examined my foot. He says that he didn’t feel a rupture, but more than likely I pulled or even have a slight tear of the fascia ligament in the arch of my foot. He put me in a compression sock, a walking boot, and gave me a night splint to wear when I sleep. It only got worse from there. He then tells me that I should quit boot camp and stay off my foot for at least a week.

Are you kidding me? There is no way I’m quitting boot camp with only 4 days left!!! If I have to tape my foot all up just so I can finish, that is what I will do. I will wear the boot all day, except for at boot camp of course, and even wear the grandma compression hose and sleep with the stretcher thingy, but no way I am going to quit!!!!

Every time I have gone to the doctor with a pain in my knee, foot or something else, the first thing the doctors says to me is; my weight is the cause for my injuries. Well, if I can’t workout, how in the hell am i going to loose weight?

I’m kind of at a loss of what to do here. I’m following the Weight Watcher plan to a T, I’m exersicing my butt off and not seeming to get anywhere. Don’t worry, I’m not giving up or anything. I’m just feeling a little defeated today.

Still Standing After Three Weeks

In honor of today’s royal wedding, some of our instructors showed up today sporting beautiful, sparkling tiaras and silky bows to warm us up in. What a perfect way to celebrate the end of my third week at boot camp.

It wasn’t all fun and games though. During our warm up, I guess I twisted wrong or something and pulled my hip flexor muscle. Not a good way to start a workout. As we started running, I could feel the muscle get tighter and tighter to the point where I was having trouble running at all. Instructor JoJo, stayed back with me and showed me how to stretch it out. It would help for a little while, but then it would start hurting again. I have to tell you that this is not how I wanted to end my third week of boot camp. After yesterday’s workout, I was pumped and ready to finish the week with a bang.

I was finally able to catch up with my fellow campers where the real workout reared it’s ugly head. I can’t remember the name of the workout but i can tell you, it was really hard. We had to do several different time exercises 8 times in a row each. Each time, our goal was to increase the number we performed in a 20 second period. I did pretty well with the sit ups, and a couple of other ones, but the triceps dips and push ups had me at go. Each time I performed those exercises, my numbers would either stay the same or decrease a bit. By the time it was all over, my arms were total jelly. After a few stretches we had to run back to where we began.

I really wanted to finish this week strong and since I was slightly injured, I concentrated on running as far as I could without stopping. It was difficult, but I could definitely see a difference in my running capabilities. Finally, I reached the end where most of my fellow campers were already finished and walking to their cars. It didn’t matter. I made it through the 3rd week and I’m still standing.

With the triathlon only34 days away, Kristy and I have been taking water aerobic classes on Saturdays followed by swimming a minimum 16 laps in the pool. Sunday, I am hopping to get a bike ride to Stone Mountain in. Not sure if physically I’ll be up for it but I haven’t ridden in about a month and even though the clycling part of the triathlon is my strongest sport, I want to use that segment to gain some extra time for the running segment. I have to beat my time from last year which is 2 hours and 15 minutes.

Happy Friday everyone!

Good Day For Friends Day

Because we were up most the night from our hysterical dog, Jack pacing and panting all over the bed due to the nasty storms we got last night, the nerve grinding sound of the alarm clock was far from being music to my ears. Needless to say, I wasn’t thrilled about getting out bed this morning.

I can tell you one thing, the old me, bbc, (before boot camp) would have kept my butt in the bed in attempt to try squeezing in a couple more hours of sleep before having to get ready to work. That was then and this is now. Now, today, Kristy and I got up, grumbled a few bars of OMG I am so tired, got dressed, walked out the door and went to boot camp.

Why was being there today so important? Today was friends day and since I invited a few friends to join us, I couldn’t just not show up. Besides, I was looking forward to showing off what I have achieved so far. I at least I feel like I’ve come a long way and I guess I wanted to know if anyone else could see it too.

My favorite part of the day was when one of my friends and I, a very healthy friend I might add, were lined up next to each other to sprint to the top of a hill. We stepped up, looked at each other and I said “It’s on!” Step Up! GO! yelled instructor Lydia and like two kids chasing an ice cream truck, we were off. Now, I can’t say that I’m any Jackie Joyner-Kersee, but I can honestly say that, I don’t think I have ever ran that fast in my entire life. I was running all out and I was right there with my friend. Fighting up that hill as fast as I could, the finish line was within my reach. I gave it one last kick and powered my self across that line. (Cant you just hear the music from Chariots of Fire?) My friend crossed the line a split second before I did. Yes, I really wanted to win that race; it would have given me a huge motivation boost, but it’s ok. The race up that hill represented a a kind of new beginning for me and was an amazing experience. Now, I know it’s only been 3 weeks, and I still have a long way to go. To be honest though, I’m excited to see what happens next.

To my fellow campers… Bring It!!!!

Up And Running Again

Sorry I haven’t been around the past few days, life has been a little crazy. Anyway, I missed boot camp yesterday because of a really bad migraine; however, all is well and I’m good as new today.

Because Kristy and I hosted a Easter Egg Hunt this past weekend, today was my first day of exercise since boot camp last Friday. I still got a lot of exercisebecause of all the house cleaning and yard work we had to do to get ready for the 61 people who attended. Unfortunately, my exercise wasn’t the only thing that suffered. All my good eating habits went out the window as well. Not that I ate a bunch of crap; I did not eat like I should have. I ate only a few times each day and then by dinner I was starving. Because we were both too tired to cook, we ended up eating popcorn for two of our meals. Other meals included; pizza, and Subway. My portion control was maintained; however, I did not make the best choices I could have.

Needless to say, boot camp was extreamly hard on me. I struggled to keep up with my fellow campers and had a really hard time controlling my breathing. Basically, I felt like I was at the beginning of week two again.

What’s worse, I had to take my journal to boot camp for the instructors to review. I just sat there watching Lydia’s face as she lookedmore and more confused when she read what I had been eating the past 4 days. Now I could have lied and put down all kinds of healthy things I didn’t really eat, but who am I fooling? I would only be letting myself down. Ok, I did omit one thing yesterday. Because I was feeling pretty bad yesterday, I did not make a lunch, and because I was late for work, I didn’t want to leave the office to go find something healthy. If I wanted to eat my only choice was Chick-Fil-A which is located in the lobby of our building. I got a chicken sandwich, an order of fries and a diet Coke. Somehow, I omitted the fries from my journal, but I can tell you Lydia didn’t miss a thing. The first thing she said to me was no fries right? I chose to suck it up and tell her that I did have an order of fries. Like I said, who would I be fooling?

Do not fret my friends. As we speak I am back on my healthy eating track and will be back at boot camp tomorrow.

The trick of all this is: it’s ok to fall down. Just get back up and continue where you left off.

Week 2 In The Books

Well, I did it. I have completed two full weeks of boot camp!!!! Who would have thought that someone like me, could do, let alone try something like this. I remember when boot camps first starting gaining popularity. I always thought that it would be cool to be able to do that. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever thing I would actually be a participant.

I have learned a lot in the past two weeks. Most of it has to do with the way I look at food. Before, I would eat what was easy or convenient. Now, I eat what I think will benefit me the most. I was a huge fan of packaged and processed foods. Anything in a package that I could just heat up or eat right out the package was what I leaned towards the most.

Like most of us, I work a lot of hours so time is precious to me. By the time I got home from work, the thought of cooking was a huge turn off. I hated to be bothered with cooking. Kristy and I have spent a lot of time and money eating out. Unfortunately, that is the reason I have gained so much weight. My favorite meal would be going to the Corner pub and having their grilled wings with my favorite beer. Yes, I love beer. I don’t drink beer to get drunk. I drink beer because I love the taste. I love tasting different types of beer, I love sitting around with my friends after a hard day and sharing a beer and good conversation. And yes, I do miss it. I miss it a lot, but one thing I keep in the back of my mind, is if I have a beer, how will it affect my work out. My instructor JoJo, (pictured above) informed us that alcohol can last in your body for 5 days. I remember that and the freaking hill at Candler Park that I can’t seem to run up with out stopping.

So now, when I see a meal, I dissect it for its nutrition quality and how it may help my workout the next day. Please don’t think that have all the sudden turned out to be some fitness expert. I’m still over weight, I still have a lot of issues, especially with food that I have to deal with, I still have a long way to go. What I am saying is, if I can start making these changes now, it should have a huge affect on my progress as I work towards my goals.

My goal for next week is too make it up that freaking hill without having to stop and walk. Keep checking in everyone and see me make it.

Jumping My Way?

Last night, around 3:00 AM, a pretty big storm hit our area. My oldest dog Jack, is terrified when it comes to storms. He is so sensitive, I think he can tell when a storm crosses the Alabama – Georiga state line. Anyway, I woke up this aournd 3:00 to find Jack sitting on the top of my head shaking like a leaf. Poor Jack was a nervous wreck and, when Jack is a wreck, nobody sleeps until he does. Finnaly, I was able to doze off for what seemed to be only 5 or 10 minutes when the alarm clock went off at 5:00 AM. I immeadiyly turned over and fell back to sleep and about 15 minutes later, Kristy woke me up again. I got up and scurried to the window to see if it was still storming out. As my luck would have it, the sky was clearing up. I was so tired that all I wanted to do was go back to bed and to sleep for another couple of hours. I starteed having arguments with my self that I needed to sleep. My body wasn’t used to this and it needed more rest. Then guilt sunk in. All I could see was my fellow campers standing around waiting for me and angry because I stood them up. So, I got up, got dressed and headed out the door leaving Jack sleeping in my spot.

We started our workout with our ususal warm up run to the park where I kept a pretty good pace. Still last, but I ran more than I walked today. Once we got down to the park we all lined up and started jummping up and down the parking lot. If I was a bystander, it would look like a easter bunny practice. The jumping was followed by skipping and then jumping rope.

Now, if you ever watch kids jump rope on a playground, they all seem to be having a pretty good time at it. This was not the case for me however. I could not jump rope to save my life. I would maybe get two or three rotations going before i tripped on it. Most of the others were looking like Rocky Balboa in trainig with there high speed jumping. Because I spent most of that time stopping and starting, I chose to just drop the rope and jump up and down with the others.

After we finished jumping rope, we had to jump backwards to where we started and then skip back to the grass. Once we got back to the grass, we would do series of pushups, situps, crunches and what ever other forms of torture the instructors could come up with.

After we did several rounds of this, we did our cool down stretching. Then, the fun part started. We had to run back to the school. The first part of the run is all up hill until you get to the street. That hill always seems to get the best of me and I end up walking to the top. Once I got to the top and back on the street, I started running again. At this point my legs felt like I had heavy bricks attached to them. It took everything I had to keep moving. I could see in the distance my fellow campers high fiving each other and starting to gather there things to go home. That’s when I kicked it into high gear and ran as fast as I could to the end. It was an awesome feeling to finsh that way. Yes, I was tottaly exhausted, but I was ready to take on the day after that.

I’m so glad I didn’t listen to myself and stay in the bed. After all, it’s only an hour. I can do anything for an hour.

I Did 6!!!

Ok, enough with all the whining I did yesterday!!! Today, was a breakthrough day for me. First, I was able to run a lot further than I have since I started. I actually kept up with my fellow campers through the warm up and almost all the way to the workout field. I tried really hard to keep up with everyone through the exercises, but most of these people are pretty fit and well… I did my best.

Secondly, I did 6 sit ups today. Now I know most people would say 6? Why would I be so happy about such a low number? I’ll tell you why. On the first day, I couldn’t even pull off 1 sit up and now I can do 6. So 6 is a huge number for me and I am very proud of it.

I know it’s only been a week, but if I can already tell a difference in such a small amount of time, I’ll be built like Arnold Swarchenegger in no time.

I’ll be back

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