Over recent weeks I’ve had the unfortunate experience of engaging the services of a personal trainer. Yes I hear you. You feel my pain.Torture isn’t it?
Just joking. Yes I am grateful I am able to get the help from such an experienced and motivated person.
I do need it though. Three little people and over 12 months of significant stress, eating as problem solving has not been my best choice, who’d have thought? What’s the problem with having some chocolate to numb the worry; or eat some chips when I have a little person who should be in bed already…
It reminds me of that advertisement I love “can I choose where the calories go?”
I’m sure those calories I was acquiring whilst not concentrating on the food I was eating didn’t count? Right? WRONG! A big fat WRONG.
So instead of losing my “baby weight” it just stayed put and then some. But anyway I’m not here to specifically talk about that.
Meeting up with this amazing trainer has given me a big old reality check! How do we seem to forget what natural and healthy foods are? How do we forget the amount of exercise that is truly required to lose the weight and get it back down to the level it should be? Its like the information gets sucked into a black hole, never to return or at best case scenario it’s sitting tucked away at the back of our brain with cobwebs and dust.
It has been amusing (if I don’t laugh about this situation I may just cry) to look at Mr. PT’s face when I list what I have been eating and thinking that it is healthy. I’m not stuffing my face with fast food everyday but pasta, rice, cheese, milk and butter all got the ‘oh please’ eye roll. Or mentioning the Pilates class or yoga dvd I was using to attempt to burn calories, he just about laughed in my face. There have been some seriously jaw dropping and “What the …!!!” moments.
So I have had a massive reality check realising the amount of calories I was consuming and amount of calories I was NOT burning were not matching up, to say the least. Unfortunately, though I was delusional, thinking I am choosing where those calories settle.
Now I don’t think I’m not intelligent enough to realise this, but it is interesting how our perception can be so skewed. I am seriously amazed at how my brain has operated in respect to this and how tuned out I’ve been.
So I’ve had the stern talking to, I accepted it as I know I needed it. I’m now taking accountability for what I’m consuming and if he’s not whipping my butt into shape then I’m doing it myself. You do really have to move to lose weight and a walk is just not going to produce my results. Really? So the treadmill isn’t a lounge room decoration?
Anyone else had a reality check lately?
If you are looking for inspiration I have found a beautiful soul motivating herself and others through her blog ~ Diminishing Lucy