This post could absolutely be labeled under "Happy thoughts". By the title, you can already tell it's about the gym...so why is this happy?
Most of you who read this blog so far know me. For those of you who don't, let me fill you in. I am overweight. Fat. I am fat. This is not me being "oh , poor me...". I know how I got to this point, and have thoroughly enjoyed all the carbs I ate to get here. Overall, it doesn't bother me that much. Health-wise, I am suprisingly uber healthy given my weight...EXCEPT for (yeah, there is always one of those), the fact that I have fibromyalgia. Pain. I have pain. I refuse to take the medicine that was prescribed to me for it. No, this is not something I should be patted on the back for...listening to the doctors sit there and tell me how important it was to follow all these directions taking this medicine, and how I can not forget to. If you are confused as to where I am going with this line of thought, please look at the title of my blog. I forget stuff. It's not me being irresponsible. It's just me. So, the thought of taking a medicine that is so important never to miss a dose, seemed more dangerous than helpful. Plus, I figured if I started taking something so strong at almost 30 years old, what would I do at 50?
Anyways, because of my lack of meds and massive presence of pain, the doctors suggested yoga. I LAUGH in the face of yoga! hahahaha! Ok, to be fair, I have never tried it. I just can't imagine my huge patuty bending into those shapes and feeling BETTER for it! The idea behind the yoga is to train my muscles to move, even when they don't want to. For me, fibromyalgia is such a painful ordeal, but I can move. When I hurt so bad, I actually will get surprised that my body parts will move. The pain is so severe, you would just think your body would not work. Throw in the fact that you don't WANT to move...it's like when you hurt anything on your body, you tend to baby it and not move it. With fibromyalgia, that is the WORST thing you could do, but it's hard to remember that.
Anywho, finally decide to go to the gym.
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At this time, I have been going for about three months now.
My pain level has went down so much, I almost don't believe it myself! I actually have entire days without pain! It is truly amazing! Maybe, just maybe the doctors might know what they're talking about! lol
So gym = good thing
Buuuuuut, have not lost a single pound. If I hear one more person tell me I'm just gaining muscle, I just might scream.
As healthy as I am, I am fully aware that I will not, and can not possibly stay that way over a long period of time while being close to 300lbs. Just won't happen. I figure, I'm at the gym, it's helping my pain. Now I want to be losing weight!!!!
Mr. Man and I went the other day to have a sit down with the trainer at the gym.
He starts by asking us what we normally do when we excercise and how much.
He looks at my paper and says," Have you lost ANY weight?"
"No."
And point blank says,"and you won't"
ooooookkkk
He then procedes to tell me I am doing my cardio way to fast, and am lifting too much weight on the machines...and doing too many sets as well.
After that, he asks me what I eat on a normal day and tells me I'm not eating enough.
(I don't eat breakfast normally and apparently eat too many salads)
Without taking a breath, he quickly looks at me and says,"Now, I know you're going to argue with me, but there is scientific evidence proving this stuff, it's not just my opinion..."
(Here we get to my happy thought!)
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Wrong!
If he "knew" me at all, he would never had said I would argue...
Eat more?
Excercise Less?
What's there to argue about????
It's a good day folks!
A good day!
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