HEALTH: THE CONSTANT BATTLE

The compliments have been rolling in over the last week or two about my weight loss. I do not have an explanation for it as my workout schedule has been quite light; however, I have been preparing three meals daily for about two months now and try to watch what I eat. Apparently, its working. Ever since the Pilates leaned me out in 2009, I was always afraid that I would blow back up without a torturemaster being over me every two seconds. Fortunately for me, I have found a formula that works for my body; nutrition and fitness truly do go hand in hand.

The surroundings in which I are a consideration as well. I eat in silence or listen to very light music so as not to disturb my digestion process. Pausing over the food prior to consumption ensure that the proper energy is being taken in. Each morsel is tasted and relished prior to being swallowed. I have also been told that I like to arrange the food a certain way on my plate so that I can happily partake in my meal which often lasts a minimun of thirty minutes.

Ginger and mint teas are kept on hand to aid in the digestion process and probiotics are always in effect to help my flora and fauna. I stretch more often in the course of a week. When it is time to workout, it is a requirement for my body to sweat so that calories can be burned. This healthy version of me is quite different from the me of about four years ago.

I would eat anything from anywhere: fast food, large portions, coffee with fattening syrups, and late meals and snacks were a regular part of my days. Candy and desserts were my best friends. They were to me what minutes are to an hour; constant companions. In retrospect, I did not know how unhealthy my eating was. Why, I even treat myself to organic meals after working out these days. Change can bring about the most wonderful aspect in a woman’s life.

THANKSGIVING: AN IRRESPONSIBLE PRESENCE

Another day of gobbling fits has rolled around. The airports have been clogged with people traveling to their family homes for this popular holiday. Retailers are armed and ready to welcome the masses for shopping bouts of sheer frenzy, and turkeys everywhere can finally breathe a sigh of relief. For now. This year, my heart has a bit of emptiness in it.

As I watch people gather together to eat, I wonder about the people that have no one to gather with. How do they feel watching families come together for rejoicing? I know one woman that lost her husband the day before Thanksgiving last year. There is a family that is mourning the shooting of their young teenage daughter in my city. Others yet are estranged from their families due to their choice of lifestyle. Why, I just read about a family that was evicted because the landlord squandered their rent money instead of paying the mortgage. While I prepare to facilitate the Circle on the Beaver Moon, we will be discussing being thankful and gratitude; however, what about the people that do not get a moment to look towards the heavens to say thank you?

There is of course the scapegoat defense that arises during this time of year. People feel the need to eat beyond the normal constraints of a human stomach. Have they forgotten how long leftovers last? The restaurants will be packed by tomorrow evening because turkey will be a tired taste by then: turkey sandwich, turkey soup, turkey and rice……sigh. Damn the turkey.
You will hear, “Oh, I will start my workout right after the holidays in the New Year”….Tell me, how many New Year’s Resolutions are actually kept? Fitness and nutrition are not seasonal trends that can be bent this way and that. They require dedication on a daily basis. If a person is truly dedicated to their own upkeep, they will not be seen at the dinner table piling on ridiculous amounts of food.

Let us touch on the amount of conflict that arises during large holiday gatherings. Most adults live a good distance away from their parents. However, once in close quarters, many mothers feel the need to resume their once very dominant position and begin to impose rules and regulations that have no place in the plate of a grown adult. There may be new mates at the table that are not liked by anyone except for the significant other and often with good reason. There is always the abandoned drunken uncle that no one will claim. What if he begins to spew secrets about the family that cause deep pain? The holiday season is not as pleasant for everyone as the media would have us believe.

I would also like to make the Hurry Up List. What is the Hurry Up List?…..
HURRY UP LIST
1.)IF YOU ARE SINGLE…”WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO START DATING?”
2.) IF YOU ARE DATING…”WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GET MARRIED?”
2A.) IF YOU ARE DATING AND LIVING TOGETHER…”WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GET MARRIED AND STOP LIVING IN SIN?”
3.) IF YOU ARE MARRIED…”WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE A BABY?”
4.) IF YOU ARE MARRIED WITH A BABY…”HAVE YOU GIVEN ANY THOUGHT TO ANOTHER CHILD?”
5.) IF YOU ARE WELL SEASONED AND WORKING…”WELL, WHEN DO YOU PLAN TO RETIRE?”

I will address this list in further detail in another post….

HOW I PLAN TO SPEND MY DAY
This holiday normally sees me on a stage somewhere far away performing for hours and a time. I often feel quite lonely until I return home and begin my journey to my family residence. By the time I normally arrive, the gathering has dwindled and I can get to the food without any lines or waiting. Fortunately, my parents recognize this as a career standard and happily welcome me late. When I am not performing on turkey day, I make the rounds to the places of invitation and finally roll around to my final destination of my parents. Today will be a different Thanksgiving for me.

Today, I have begun with blogging and a cup of moon tea. It shall be followed by meditation with a crystal quarts on into stretching, working out, and will be rounded with a nice hot bath to soothe my body. I expect to begin my journey early in the afternoon for the early dinner. The thoughts of the lonely still creep in my mind and perhaps, I should light a candle for them. When this day is over, I shall sleep soundly. Happy Thanksgiving!

Sympathy

Sometimes, I want sympathy for being f***able. I was asked why I would want sympathy instead of congratulations. Well, I get congrats all the time. People stop me in the streets, friends admire(the fake ones were lost with the weight), and the sight of my own body in progress is a huge accomplishment for me. The sympathy comes in here.

The scheduling of classes alone takes up some time out of my day. When I have to reschedule a workout session, that is potentially detrimental because I like to have between 3-4 times a week in whatever studio I support at the time. I pay torturemasters to kick me around because if left to my own devices, I would give a Teletubby a run for its money. Once my body begins to detox, I can’t eat the same old junk anymore which requires healthy cooking. Did I mention the probiotics three times a day, the different teas, and water intake? I get to dress differently because my old clothes hang off me. Its a beautiful thing working towards a healthy version of me…but sometimes, Lady wants a hug of understanding how difficult it is trying to maintain the new me.

Maybe I shall ask my current instructors….

TORTUREMASTERS

Thursday, July 30, 2009

***This is dedicated to my original Torturemaster.  This is one of the many retorts that she endured during my life changing training with her.

****This commentary is not for the faint or easily offended.  This is my honest gut opinion.  I do hope that it brings a smile to your face.  Please feel free to comment at your leisure. Love, Lady.

All of these people: gym rats, yoginis, bellydancers, pilates people, secretly belong to a society known as the torture masters.  Their meetings are held in underground caves so that members have no traceable roots.  Information is maintained by blindfolded griots so that they are unable to identify members by sight.  Such people are initiated by their extreme desire to sculpt their bodies in some way shape or form be it consciously or otherwise.
(separate reflection minus a segue)

Just when you thought that there couldn’t possibly be any more ways of your ass being tortured, a torture master pushes your buttons or ass cheeks depending on what class you are taking today.  Do you realize that these people pay money to attend workshops with highly skilled experts in order to learn new forms of torture to your already pained flesh?  The best part of this shit is that we return for more.  Now ask yourself, does this make us curious, saddistic, or just plain stupid?  Why on earth do we subject ourselves to this demise?  I know that I would rather be laying my fat ass on the beach sipping a fattening margarita, but I digress.

Last night serves as a perfect example.  I saw a girl with wearing a short set, 2 piece in white; it is important to wear clothes that compliment your frame.  While I myself am packing close to 200lbs, ( I have lost weight since some people have been putting their feet…BOTH…in my ass for weeks at a time now) I hope that I have enough sense to cover what I don’t want revealed until it is to my own personal satisfaction.  Will I ever identify with the strifes and pains of skinny people? Not in this time or the next.  My metabolism is slow, I had to change my entire diet, increase my water intake (which makes me feel like a puffy cow), go on a Colonics program, suffer through different types of body training and look good doing it….to lose….(wait for it)….
READ: approximately 10lbs.

MY PILATES ENCOUNTER (SUMMER 2009)

Based on a friend’s suggestion, I wandered into a Pilates studio during April of last year. My body was closed and needed to be open to more movement. After my first lesson, Tylenol PM was required. I didn’t know if this new world of strange movements had room for a big girl that didn’t like to exercise. Then I ran into this teacher and her mat class.

She was a rather demanding individual.  It was hard yet intriguing. She recommended that I try her barre class as well. It was one of the most difficult challenges that my body has ever endured. I actually thought that I could stay home from class one night to relax. My phone rang the next morning. It was my teacher. She told me to return to class immediately and that it was not impossible for me to do. Class after class had me wondering why I was torturing myself. All of a sudden, things began to change for me.

My posture improved. People started asking me if I was losing weight due to my new lean frame. My tight clothes were no longer tight. My body began to demand a healthier diet by rejecting food that was not good for it. Old habits required new rules. Summer now brings visions of me in a bikini which was never a consideration before now.

My body is now able to do things that I never thought were possible. There is a better understanding of how the mind and body work together. A lifestyle change has been made through the guidance, support, and encouragement of Noevia Lopez. She is not only my personal trainer, but a good friend.