Keeping all that in mind, and what I would like to continue to accomplish with moving my body, I decided to take advantage of a perk that came with my new health insurance. (Actually, I made the decision to change it just so I could use this perk, as my old insurance didn't offer it.)
The perk being a free fitness center membership. I investigated several neighboring centers and settled on the local YMCA. I'm very happy with it so far.
After spending a few days using the treadmill and wanting to use other equipment but not having any sense of how or when or to what purpose, I broke out my courage and signed up for a personal trainer.
At our first meeting she made a few suggestions that have already made a big impact.
I must record every bite of food and drink I put in my body. I'll be honest, this is hard. See, despite my size, I'm not one to eat much. I rarely eat more than one meal a day and maybe a little bit of snacking. I'm just not hungry most of the time.
I must also eat at least three meals a day although she wants me to eat 4-5 small meals. Well, all my meals are small. I already eat smallish servings. I've been eating like this for four days and I can't tell you how much food I'm eating.
Well, actually I can. In order to record it accurately I have to measure everything! Even if something is a single serving (like that yogurt cup down there) I have to measure it to make sure it is accurate. Mentally, it seems like a lot of food, but when it is measured it really isn't, I guess.
It seems like I spend a good portion of my day on this. I'm usually gone to the Y for a couple of hours (that includes the drive to and from). I feel like it is taking over my life and yet, it doesn't feel like a bad thing.
G (my trainer) says I won't always have to measure. Once my eyes/brain adjust to seeing the sizes it will come naturally.
I like the Y. I like the people, the setting, the pool (yes I've swum (swam?) a couple of times and plan to do more. But... I miss my outside walks. When I signed up I was only planning to go to the Y when the weather was not conducive to my walking outside. So far, that hasn't really happened.
Yesterday, I did my treadmill for 1.5 miles then switched to the bike. As I neared completion of my 30 minutes (it ended up being 2.54 miles) I almost broke into tears. There were extra pains in my head (in addition to the
I guess it is a constant battle, this personal war I have with myself and things I can and can't do. These are all good changes I'm making and they should have been done a long, long time ago. No one pushed me into this (and I've been pushed a lot over my life) and no one said I had to do this. This was my choice, my decision and I need to stand my it. Even if I have to spend every minute of my time arguing with myself, I think it will be worth it.
Time to get my shoes on and head to the Y. :-)
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ps...I know! Two posts in two days! Shocker! :-P teehee