Losing 20 pounds – post 9

It’s been two weeks since I became a real gym-goer (meaning i’m using the membership I bought, hehe!)

My goal is 3-4 times a week and I think it’s doable. I have been trying not to look at the scale because I don’t want to become obsessed with that part right out of the gate. First, along with my amazing trainer, I want to learn the ropes and remain encouraged as I do so.

Though I don’t want to know my weight just yet so I can’t share it, I would, however, love to share a few of my observations from the first two weeks of going to the gym:

My posture is the best it’s ever been. Not sure how it happened exactly, but I find myself sitting up much straighter!

Yes, people grunt there, but it’s for a good reason. I was always a bit scared and skeptical of those muscle men/women who grunted as they picked up so much weight that I could feel pain just looking at them. But now that I’ve started weight training, I get it. It’s about breathing. And it’s necessary. And by my third set of ten on most machines, I’m breathing loudly right along with them. (Though I have yet to grunt!)

A lock, water bottle and towel will be your three best friends at the gym. Self explanatory. I use all three every time I go and if I didn’t have one, it would suck.

Soreness does not last. As my husband/trainer told me, “We have to tear the muscle to rebuild it.” Once you do, the soreness goes away and the strength takes over. And that is a pretty damn good feeling.

Mirrors help with form. I admit. I always thought the mirror-lined walls of gyms were for vanity purposes but I now realize, that while some may use them for that, their main purpose is for you to see your form and make sure it’s correct.

Have any gym observations you’d like to share? Please do! And as always, thank you for joining me on this weight loss/fitness journey of mine!

Losing 20 pounds – post 8

Okay. It was a slow start getting there but I finally made it to the gym.

I’ve been twice now (Sunday and today, Tuesday) and I AM SORE.

SORE. SORE. SORE.

I worked muscles I didn’t know I had. I learned what a tricep was (totally thought it was somewhere else on my body, haha!) and I breathed deeply, going for it.

Now, I’m a lucky girl. My trainer is my husband (he did it professionally many years ago) and he is very good to me. He keeps me on my toes but knows when to back off. Gentle with his gym-virgin wife yet firm. And even though he tries to be serious, his loving nature shines through as he teaches me.

Everything you want in a trainer, right? ;)

But it comes down to me. And I’m determined. Four times a week is the goal, even though I now fully understand what is meant by “no pain, no gain.”

The gym and weight training is no joke. It’s definitely NOT the easy way, which I realize I had been trying to take since I started this journey, eight posts ago. But no, life took that idea and had a good laugh with it.

I haven’t weighed myself on purpose this week. I don’t want to do it daily, but rather weekly, and track it over time to see if I am losing weight.

So, please stay tuned and see along with me if I make it below 141 after my very first week EVER at the gym…