Fit Latina in the Making: Changes?

It’s officially been three weeks since I did my first workout with Ray.

23 days to be exact.

As he was kicking my butt today, he shocked me.  He stopped to tell me that I looked different.  What? I just saw him in person a few days ago…but today I looked different?

I am currently down 12 pounds, and I’ve pretty much worked for 23 days straight so I guess there should be some changes. However, I told myself that I wouldn’t take new measurements until I was officially at my 1 month anniversary.  That will happen on the 18th so I still have a week to make more changes – ha!

I was honestly shocked by his statement because I can’t particularly say that I’ve noticed any changes yet physically. Maybe it’s my current wardrobe that masks the changes. Instead, there are a few key things I have noticed lately:

  1. Ray isn’t messing around anymore. Today’s workout had little breaks and several, several sets. The workouts never seemed to be close to ending.
  2. My stamina is improving. I barely had time to drink water during the workouts these past two days because I was too “busy” completing my sets.
  3. I can climb my flight of stairs easier when lugging stuff.
  4. I don’t think I’ve had a diet coke in over 2 weeks.  The one time I tried to treat myself to one – it just didn’t taste as good.  All I want to drink is water right now (and coffee).
  5. Reducing carbs hasn’t been difficult. Apparently, the things I like to cook are generally low carb (almost paleo). I just needed to be forced to cook more. The bad carbs I was eating were absolutely from baked goods and drive thru meals.  Now don’t get me wrong, I’m gonna want some pasta or rice soon so I need to plan for it.
  6. I do still crave a piece of chocolate every now and then, and I haven’t been denying myself a nibble from time to time.  Doing that would make me crazy….so I have my nibble and then I’m satisfied.

So a few good habit changes overall so far…but my attitude at the revved up workouts definitely looks like grumpy cat in my head.

grumpy cat

Fit Latina in the Making: The Day My Training Became A Civic Engagement Project

So it finally happened.  The crazy man that has pushed me daily, via Skype, arrived in Chicago.  I know I’ve spoken to Ray daily since July 18th, but I still found myself getting nervous about meeting him.  That quickly dissipated when we met up at Nordstrom downtown.

He had been informed by my BFF about my make-up love affair and had walked around a bit trying to find me before texting me. When he finally found me, I got a huge bear hug and then we went on our first “date” – i.e. feeding him. I had had a protein bar because we were meeting up with friends for a super late dinner.  Any nerves I had quickly went away as the usual teasing came out (he was shocked at how short my 5ft 2in was in real life), and we just proceeded to get to know more about each other.

Since his arrival on Thursday, I don’t think I realized just how much time we would spend in my car this weekend. Good ole Chicago traffic made sure we had plenty of time to talk about all sorts of things.  We truly talked about anything and everything!  Ray’s had a lot of  time to tap in to my passion points, my nerdiness and my core values.

So imagine my surprise when this brilliant man turned my weight loss goals in to a civic engagement project.

Yes, you read that right – Civic Engagement.

If you know me personally, you know that I am a die hard Democrat who is actively engaged in the political process. I’ve worked in politics and the US government and nothing gets me more riled-up than learning that someone isn’t participating in the political process at all.

I am a woman of color who is standing on the shoulders of thousands of pioneers who sacrificed their lives to give me the opportunity to vote…to have equal rights…to be the person I am today.  I am the daughter of Mexican immigrants who came to this country to give their children every incredible opportunity they could in life.  My sister and I have had adventures that no one could even imagine being our story, and it’s because our parents made the difficult decision to leave everything they knew to come to Chicago. I don’t take any of their sacrifice lightly…I can’t.

So when Ray confessed that he had never even registered to vote (EVER), I was shocked but mostly truly disappointed. We talked about his decision to not engage politically, and I obviously expressed my disbelief that he would take this privilege for granted.

And that’s when he got me.  His most brilliant move to date.

In our time together, Ray has learned a lot about me and quickly assessed that this is a hot spot for me. And let’s be fair to Ray here a bit….he probably has the exact same disappointment for folks who never work out because they should care about their health.

I get that…I hear that…and well, I’m currently doing something about that.

So we made a deal I REFUSE to lose.

Ray obviously thinks it’s really important that I blow my weight loss targets out of the water. I, obviously, think it’s super important that he register to vote and participate in the general election this year.  So how do we bring together our passions collectively? Well Ray upped the stakes and made a new deal with me.

If I lose 30 pounds by October 1st, he will register to vote.

If I lose 42 pounds by November 1st, he will actually vote.

Winning this bet is more important to me than any weight loss goal. As I learn to develop better habits physically through his training, I hope that my determination and hard work will make him actually start to want to learn a little more about why he should be politically engaged.

Now…do I want him to vote along my party affiliation?  Absolutely but I can’t demand that. I want him to research the candidates, get informed, and vote according to his beliefs and value system. I’m happy to help influence and educate from the Democratic perspective, of course, but I just want him to see and exercise the value of his vote.

So I like to think yesterday’s conversation put us on equal footing. We are going to help change each other’s lives for the better by working on this “side” project of teaching Nubia to make better choices physically.

Go Team!

13892223_10209125183714122_5615087500542963939_n

 

Fit Latina in the Making: Why I Never Opted for Gastric Bypass Surgery

Today I thought I would talk about a decision on a route I have purposely chosen not to take to help my growing weight.

Gastric Bypass is not for me.

Do I think my current weight would qualify me for it?  Absolutely.  I’ve got quite a large amount of weight to shed, so I do believe a doctor would let me consider this option if I wanted to pursue it.

However, I always felt that this was a cop out.

Why? I’ve never truly taken any serious steps to lose weight.  I’ve tried all sorts of diets and have attempted to work out, but it’s always been with half the true effort. This small effort didn’t yield results or change my behavior.

Please note that I’m not saying Gastric Bypass is an easy decision to make or undergo. I know that it is a very difficult decision, and that there are a lot of items a person has to complete medically before approved for the surgery.  You don’t just get the clear for surgery because you want it.

I refused to even consider that as a viable option for me because I felt it would be like all other fad diets I’ve tried.  I’d convince myself that I didn’t need to eat better or work out, and then I’d pile on the weight again. I felt I would fail at surgery.

So it isn’t for me…and I honestly don’t think it ever will be.

The steps I’ve taken in these last three weeks are building up a routine for me. I’m starting to get used to working out each day.

Is it fun? – Hell no!

Do I feel weird when I don’t workout? – Yup.

I needed to take this journey seriously before I even dared consider a surgical procedure. I’m now at the point where my pride will be hurt too much if I don’t make this finally stick.  My pride alone is going to make this happen….but it helps to have an army of my friends, family and followers pushing me to stay honest and stay on track.

So today, I need to say a special THANK YOU to a few key people:

  1. Josephine – I’ve known you for more than half of my life, and you’ve always been a source of fun and genuine kindness. You’re crazy in the best of ways and you are a beast when it comes to your planning, your discipline and your fitness. You’ve honored me by sharing your 5 kiddos as their godmother and it’s amazing. Your friendship/your love is ridiculous and I’m so lucky to have you in my life  Thank you for this very important push in my life and for connecting me to another nut (Ray). You have helped change my life in the best way possible.
  2. Ray – I haven’t even officially met you in person yet, but I think it’s clear we’re stuck with each other for awhile now. I was surprised to like you as much as I do because there was no way I would ever bond with someone whose life is in the gym.  This sedentary gal thought this whole thing was nuts but you have managed to get me to do shit that no one else ever has with humor, expertise and humility. I look forward to introducing you to my true sass, the rest of my crew, and the healthy me 🙂
  3. The Crew – There are too many of you to list separately, but you know who you are. This incredible group of friends (both old and new) who check in on me, invite me to do crazy things, offer to help me on this journey and just simply love me.  I love you crazy fools and thank you for all of your support. Your lack of judgment on my health choices to date show that it was more important to support me in my trying than to scold me for my failures and that’s HUGE.  As someone one said, “I’ve got people and they’re awesome.” TRUTH.
  4. My Family – If you’ve had the honor of meeting my mama and daddy, then you already know they are the best parents ever. They have always pushed me in their loving way (even if it means nagging or scolding) about all sorts of things. With weight – of course my Latina mom has tried everything to “help me.” Some of her methods were well received and others were not…but that’s what parents do. They don’t give up on you. When I started sharing this journey, I got the funniest text from my mom ever: “You keep working out. I’ll come deep clean your house for you.”  And then she did. My mom is also an incredible cook who doesn’t always make the healthiest of things, so I was super nervous about spending the day with them. Imagine my surprise when I’m sent home with a mess of grilled chicken and pre-cut veggies to stock pile my fridge. They are just the cutest.

THANK YOU!

 

 

Fit Latina in the Making: When Can I Cheat?

Today…today is the day I wanted to cheat on my workout.

I’ve had an exhausting week so far and my personal gas tank is running on fumes, but I promised I would complete my assigned workout assignments despite not having the chance to connect via Skype.

So at 9:30p.m. this evening, I put on my workout gear and started pumping through the routine that Ray had sent me.

IMG_7795

And then I got to rep 5 of 7….

I could barely breathe and I started to feel sorry for myself because I was SOOOO tired. I literally starting taking a guess at how much time I would need to pad to my stopwatch to convince Ray that I had finished all 7 reps he assigned.

But I caught myself.

Cheating? What would I gain from cheating?  Nothing. Either Ray would think I was a speed demon and make my next workout even harder, or he’d know I was lying. Neither one had favorable outcomes.

I promised myself that I would be honest about this whole journey.

So I had two choices: 1) Stop and tell him I couldn’t continue finish the reps, or 2) Take longer to do each of the items in the one complete set.

I opted for number 2…and it was brutal. My whole body is going to hurt but my pride is not. I finished the entire damn thing when I thought I thought I couldn’t take one more step.

I have a goal to reach, and I can only reach it by building up my stamina and strength. I almost jedi-mind tricked myself out of my 17th straight workout.

I’m getting this done…painfully and slowly, but it’s happening.

Fit Latina in the Making: The Day My Trainer Forgot About Me

I hope Ray is ready for the roasting that is about to follow from this post.

You see, today is the day that he forgot about me!

Ray is off in LA doing official Rayfit business, but that also means he’s hanging out with my BFF and her family.  This equals dangerous fun and many late nights.  Because he’s two hours behind me and my schedule is so wonky this week, he has had to give me homework assignments to complete since Sunday.

Well today is only day THREE and he already forgot I existed!

I knew my day was going to be nutty, so I got up extra early to try and get my workout in before I had to leave for work.  I’ve realized that evening workouts are not my preference. I simply have more energy during the morning. Everything is much harder at night.

Well, I emailed him last night to remind him to send me my plan. I trusted he would leave me a message this morning and went to bed without shooting him a text reminder. Imagine my utter and complete shock to be dressed at 5am and to then realize I didn’t have a plan in my inbox.

Who voluntarily wakes up at 5am?!  I don’t!

nobody

Ain’t nobody got time to get up at 5am just for fun!

I have to admit, I thought about just grabbing one of the workouts he’s already sent me or walked me through, but I didn’t want to mess up his flow. I’ve realized that there is a method to this torture so I decided to wait until I got home to do my workout (that I got as I was driving to work).

Now don’t give Ray too hard of a time!  I know there is going to be that one day where I oversleep or cancel on him. I just thought it was too funny that I was ready to go, and he was off sleeping the morning away (well, to be fair, it was 3am his time).  Ha!

Fit Latina in the Making: The True Test

My schedule is going to be pretty wonky this week, and Ray is traveling as I literally type this post.  What does this mean?  Well, it means the time zone difference with my limited morning availability is not going to let us train together.  He’ll be sending me homework.

This week will be the ultimate test.

You see, Ray pegged me right away at our first conversation. He knew that I needed to be accountable to someone to make me workout. This is why we have our morning Skype sessions. Let’s face it, I’ve had a lifetime of saying I’m going to workout, but then make the decision to sleep in or do other things.  Knowing that I have to meet someone on Skype has made me prioritize my mornings differently.

I’ve now officially had TWO WEEKS of training, and I have successfully completed 14 workouts in that time. This is a HUGE victory for me and I am pretty proud of myself.

But now….now I have to stay on track.  Ray is trusting me to do my homework.

So I started this morning.

I slept in a little more than I normally do, and then got up and dressed in my workout gear. I’m not going to lie…I then started to stall.  The thought of completing the workout that included two of my least favorite items was daunting. I was dragging my feet for about an hour.

First, I put up post its to take down as I completed reps. I knew I would eventually lose count. (Who knew one of my planner goodies would be useful during my workouts). Thank goodness my Fitbit could also remind me of how many flights of stairs I had completed. I thought I had forgotten to take down a post it, but one look at my fitbit and I saw that I did in fact have one more round to go.

image1

Then I waited.

For what?  The nerves to go away?  The fear to go away? I don’t know what it was exactly, so I did what I knew would work for me. I posted on social media that I was stalling, and I immediately got the encouragement I needed to get moving. Ray even made a special appearance on my post from the airport which made me crack up. There was no hiding, and I just needed to make it happen.

So off I went to climb my flight of stairs and complete the never-ending burpee reps. It took me a total of 19 minutes to accomplish. I was out of breath, sweaty and exhausted, but immediately came to the realization that I stalled longer than it actually took to finish the workout. Ridiculous.

Lesson learned and I’m ready for my next assignment.

For now, let me finish catching my breath.

IMG_7752

40 before 40 update

So at the beginning of my 39th year, I decided to start a list of 40 things I wanted to accomplish before my 40th. I never made a full list and was planning to add to it throughout the year.

40 goals is more than I can process, and I was starting to throw things on there just to fill a slot. So, I’ve decided to stick to one goal. A goal that I have needed to tackle for most of my life.

Weightloss

My goal for my 40th birthday is to lose a minimum of 40 pounds. I’ve NEVER lost that much weight in my life, so that achievement alone will be monumental. I’ve got a lot more than 40 to lose, but this is just step one on the overall fitness plan.

So instead of 40 before 40….I’m all about 40 for 40, and I’m already almost 1/4 of the way to go.  I’ve got this!

343f49a9f14d8a5ab16dc80f9ed4e33b