2015 | Fit Friday

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Monday morning–4:45A.M.  The twinkle-toned iPhone alarm I had chosen to “calmly wake myself up” seemed unbearably shrill, especially when I remembered why it was going off: my first 5:30A.M. appointment with my personal trainer. After trying to feign a hamstring injury brought on by an impending Charlie horse… I reluctantly rolled off of my half deflated air mattress and into my fleece lined running tights.

But, wow…am I glad I did.

Several weeks ago I decided that just going to the gym a few times a week really wasn’t getting me the results I was hoping for. (I wanted to see “Beyonce” but instead I was getting “Young mom who’s stopped drinking diet coke.”) After talking with several of my friends, who I consider to be professional gym rats, it was clear that a personal training program would be my best bet.

I was nervous. “Personal trainer?” I thought, “He’ll kill me. I’ll die. I’ll lay right out on the weight floor after leg day and take my last living breath.” Within the next few days I grew some balls and then nervously approached my soon-to-be torturer/trainer at the front desk. After about 20 minutes of discussion and signing papers it was official: for 3 times a week for the next three months I’d be seeing Andrew for lifting days and going an additional 2 more visits for cardio sessions. I walked out of the gym and promptly grabbed a snack to ease my stresses.

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Fast forward to now–8A.M. on Friday, January 2, 2015. Sitting at my kitchen table recovering from this morning’s shoulder + core + cardio session, sipping on an almond butter + berry protein shake concoction (that I call The PBJ) and feeling 100% sure that I have made one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

After 1 week of personal training I feel awesome; I’m sleeping better, I feel stronger (even if just a little), I’m driven to eat well, I’m drinking so much water, I’m happier, My brain is clearer and I have so many more opportunities to brag to my co-workers about how much I lifted at my early morning PT sesh. Andrew has really encouraged me to not just seek fitness, but also nutrition (full wellness). I’ve been dipping my fork into the key Paleo diet principles but with a few tweaks of my own.

With the arrival of a new year, I’ve also adapted a new mindset: investing in myself is just as important as investing in other things.

My fitness goals (not resolutions because those are for the weak) for 2015:

  • Know what it means to actually feel healthy and reap the benefits of that lifestyle.
  • Learn from my trainer how/why/what I need to do to work my muscles correctly and continue to do that even after training is over.
  • Feel strong, capable and empowered.
  • Become professional at feigning minor injuries so my break between ab sets can be longer.
  • Blog about fitness/lifestyle changes so other people can learn something/feel my pain.
  • Really try to contain biscuits to once a week (do the vegan ones count? Leaning towards no RN).
  • Oh right…and those Beyonce/Nicki/Azalea booty curves.*

*Andrew asked me what my fitness goals were and maybe that was my answer, but who really knows?

Speak to you guys soon! Happy new year!

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Lift List | Monday Playlist (and BEY)

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Being a gym rat is tough. I joined last week so, you can imagine how impactful my 3 visits since then have been. Maybe gym rat isn’t the right word…not even close. But hey, fake it ’til you make it. Right guys? Right?

That being said, this week’s playlist is a gym playlist. It’s a change from what I normally lean towards, but trust me when I say that it will give you a little extra umph during that last rep of squats. Pro tip: if you’re using a barbell that’s under 50 pounds try to keep composure (because I use a 30 pound weight and often look like I’m trying to lift the hand of God).

There is only one song I wanted to add to this but couldnt and I think we all already know what that is: Beyonce’s new jam 7/11. There’s some mixed feelings buzzing around about the new song/the video but my feelings are as follows:

Bey can have fun if Bey wants to. Her video was obvi her + her crew playin’ in a hotel room. No need to get butthurt about Bey releasing a personal video that was just a fun way to put out her song–not to win awards. Let’s be real–who does the queen need to impress after all of those TOP NOTCH videos on the visual album. If anything, this video makes her further one of my favorite people on this planet. Look at her not giving a single care about what you think about her. ALSO LOOK AT THAT BOOOOTY. Don’t make me throw MY HANDS UP. (Video below)

 

 

Here’s your Monday Lift List! Enjoy
 
 

 
 
Speak to you soon!
 
 
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Twerkout

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Excuses are for chumps–and I am one so here goes: I haven’t posted in a hot minute because things got crazy. And when I say crazy, I really just mean that I had a lot of hugs to give and food to eat upon my return home to Nashville. The remainder of the trip was exquisite (afternoons in Amsterdam and exploring New York), but I was beyond ready to board my plane home. Something about having my own room again, and friends sending me sappy, all caps text messages.

Upon my return and reuniting with friends and familiar bars, I’ve  also put my game face on and have made an astoundingly strong return to my gym routine. My muscles are starting to get their strength back and my motivation for a healthy lifestyle doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.

As you’ve scrolled down this far, that means you’ve feasted your eyes upon my workout wishlist. It’s not an exaggeration when I say I have one pair of acceptable gym pants and a hand-me-down pair of tennis shoes that are about ready to run off of my feet. Fingers are crossed I’ll be able to invest in some new workout duds ASAP. Until then, my shopping carts on Nike and Lululemon are just going to continue expanding and then remain untouched until payday.

I hope I can be a little bit of a motivator for you guys to keep up with your fitness resolutions and newfound relationships with the gym (even if it’s just for the ripped dudes on the weight floor–I don’t hate it). Todays motivation doesn’t come in a quote or a picture of my (sort of not even a little) toned abs, but instead in a little playlist I like to call: TWERKOUT.

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Add these puppies to a Spotify playlist, or one you made in iTunes because you are my hero and already have all of these songs at your disposal, and crank the jams as you make your way around the weight floor.

You’re welcome.

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