Monthly Archives: July 2010

Shoulda Stayed Home

Ugh.  For the first time since I rededicated myself to getting healthy, the gym won.  Sorry, I should rephrase that, the program won.

Today was one of those days when I should have actually listened to that nagging voice in the back of my head telling me to stay home.  I got very little quality sleep last night, as we got home rather late.  We did have a fun night last night though, we went to my step-cousins wedding celebration at an Iranian restaurant.

The food there was delicious, but perhaps not quite plentiful enough.  I may have drunk more red wine than is generally prudent on a Sunday evening, and I think something in the food didn’t completely agree with my stomach.

All of that equaled an upsetting mix of a huge case of the hungries coupled with a case of the wanna barfs and a major case of the tired’s.

So when that nagging voice told me to stay home from the gym, I told it to STFU.  No way was I going to skip a workout at the beginning of a stage.  Nuh-uh.  So, off to the gym I went.

It started well.  I was feeling ok.  I did a mediocre weight on squats and then moved on to what I’m going to call the speed round.

Alternating sets of 4 different exercises, each with 15-20 reps, with only 30 seconds of rest between each set, 4 times through.  Talk about elevated heart rate.    Of the (just less than) 50 minutes I recorded on my HRM, only 13 of those were “in the zone” (135-154 bpm) and the rest certainly weren’t spent below the zone.

I made it through 2 full sets of the 4 exercises before things started to get hairy.  I had already been resting more like 60-90s between sets just to freaking catch my breath when I got hit with a wicked case of wanna-pukes.  It was hot and humid in the gym.  Even the beefy off duty trainer working out beside me commented to me on the heat.  I decided to take a few minutes to breathe and get my heart rate down a bit.  Nearly 5 minutes later I started in on my 3rd set of pushups.  I got through 2 and had to call it a day.

I’ve said before that the BW matrix had brought me close to puking, and man, that was nothing.  I was about to walk over and grab the garbage can today.

I guess that exercising is just like the rest of life.  You have good days and you have bad days.  You just can’t let the bad days define you.  While I’ve never thrown in the proverbial towel like that before, I’m not too upset about it.  It just really wasn’t my day.  I’ll refuel appropriately, get myself nice and hydrated and giv’er 110% the next time.

Now, I just have to figure out if I want to redo this workout or not…..


Weigh-In Wednesday – Picture Edition!

Well, I made it, I finally finished Stage 5 of NROL4W.  That was hard.  Usually I had no problem getting to the gym for 3 workouts a week, but this stage?  Man, it was tough to get in for 2!  2 hour workouts are not my thing.

As Lou says in the book, Stage 6 is for building strength.  It’s to get you as close as you can to doing an unassisted pull up.  He offers up the choice of skipping Stage 6 if you primary goal is fat loss instead of weight loss.  Well, that’s my goal, so, on to Stage 7 I go.

Now, the end of a stage means time to measure and take pictures.

First thing first, weight.  Today was a happy weigh in day, as I was 175.4 this morning.  Woot.  Still going down!

The tape measure was my friend today too.  From last stage I’m down nearly 6 inches.  Now, I’m pretty sure I did my last set of measurements on a majorly bloated day, as they were mostly 0.25-.5 inches up (or the same) from the end of the stage before, so, while this stages results may be slightly inflated, I definitely still lost a few this round.

And, last, but not least, pictures!  I think I’m going to save the beginning to end comparison direct comparison until the end of the full program, but here’s my progression.

So, that’s what 6 months can do!

Weigh-in Wednesday

I’m a fan of once a week weigh-ins.  When I first started trying to lose weight (the unhealthy way, with Slimquick, aka, giant mistake) I weighed myself each day.  It drove me nuts.  An increase in my weight ruined my day.

I did, however, learn that it’s totally normal for my weight to fluctuate +/- 2 lbs through the week.

Once I started using TDP I went down to once a week weigh-ins, and it’s been like that ever since.  For some reason I chose Wednesday.  My MO for weigh-in is as follows: wake up, pee, be naked, step on the scale.

This week and last week have been good.  Since the beginning of last October I’ve been at, or just about 177.  Months went by bouncing around from 177.4 to 178.2, back to 177.6, up to 179.0.  I HATE 177.  Hate it.

Last week was 175.6.  To me, that’s nicely away from 177.  This week, 175.8.  To me, that 0.2 lbs is a wash.  Not concerned about it at all.  I’m very pleased that I seem to have finally broken out of the damned 177’s.

While writing this post I pulled up my Weight tab on Livestrong and here on our home computer it’s set from the very beginning of my weight loss journey.

While being in the 175’s is quite pleasing to me, I have been a bit down on myself lately about not losing weight.  But looking at the graph, there is definitely a downward trend since March.

So, yay me.  Next week I’ll be finishing up Stage 5 of NROL4W, which means it’s almost time to check my body fat % again and take my measurements.  So, stay tuned for that!

My Two Least Favourite Gym Goers

Once you’ve been going to the gym for a while, you begin to notice different types of people.

There’s the Cardio Bunnies slogging away for hours on the elliptical with a magazine in front of them and designer workout clothes who doesn’t break a sweat.

There’s the Beach Body Guys pounding out 12 different biceps exercises, 17 different tricep exercises, and 6 varriations of the bench press  while standing on their chicken legs admiring their massiveness in the mirror.

There’s the Guy in Street Clothes, banging out calf raises in full length jeans, a polo and penny loafers.

Then, there’s my two least favourties.  The Grunter, and The Weight Dropper.  And of course, both of them were at the gym with me tonight.

The Grunter was there when I was at the gym last Sunday.  I’d never seen him in my gym before and figured he was traveling and visited my gym to get his workout in.  Sadly, no such luck.

Now, I’m all for a well placed grunt here and there.  Sometimes one slips out when you’re trying to eek out the last rep of a set.  You can’t help it, you’re trying very hard to lift very heavy things.  This is acceptable.  It happens once and a while, and it’s generally  not on purpose.

The Grunter?  Well, he basically yells, grunts and squeals with every rep of every set.  Every one.  And not just a barely audible sound either.  I was clear on the other side of the gym, with my headphones in and the treadmill at 7.5 and I could still hear this guy.

He kinda looks like Wesley Snipes in Blade, complete with all black clothing, black hat and black sunglasses.

Except that I see Blade working out in a fashion more like farts.  Silent but Deadly.

This guy is literally so distracting that I missed my cue to start a high intensity interval.  And last weekend he nearly made me drop a 15 lbs dumbbell on my head.

Now, The Grunter on his own might have been okay, maybe.  But add in The Weight Dropper?  Well, I needed to leave, before I started yelling at people.  I can only be passive agressive for so long.

The Weight Dropper was over in one of the squat racks doing (I think) deadlifts.  From what I could see, he had 3 45lb plates on each end of an Oly bar, or, 315 lbs total.  I didn’t stand and watch him (that would be too actually agressive for me) but it seemed like he’d get up into his DL, lock out his hips, then just drop the bar.

Now, I get that maybe you’re going for a PR on a 1 rep max and you literally, can’t do any more than what you’re doing, but 6 or 7 times IN A ROW?  Nuh-uh, I do not approve.

This guy drops his weights, but after DL’ing 1000 lbs.  He’s allowed.

In my eyes, bringing the weight down again in a controlled manner is a part of performing the exercise.  And he probably had poop for form too.

Thank goodness I was half way through my HIIT at the end of my workout when these two characters showed up.  I do not think I could have made it much longer without my head exploding.  It did, however, make me feel a little better than pretty much everyone in the gym had swivel head back and forth between these guys with incredulous looks on their faces.  Looking “cool” FAIL.