Introduction to the 12wbt Blogger’s Challenge – Round 3 2012

Welcome fellow bloggers to the 12wbt Bloggers’ Challenge – Round 3 2012.

This blog is for everyone, whether you are a seasoned blogger, just started your first blog this round or sitting there thinking about starting one right now.

Each week I will post on this blog a topic for you to write about, related to 12wbt of course. You are welcome to join in with the challenge every single week – or whenever you can. If you are reading this and its already week 2 or beyond, please don’t hesitate to jump in right now with this week’s challenge – or if you can – catch up on the ones you have missed.

I will post the challenges each Wednesday. I will post in the 12wbt forums that the latest challenge is ready, update my 77Noni status on facebook and send out a tweet when the weekly challenge is ready.  The weekly challenges will all be available in their own “archive” in a link list on the right hand side of my blog, right below my tickers.

It is up to you exactly how you respond – there are certainly no expectations for the number of words or anything else for that matter. I envisage each week there will be a series of questions – and its up to you whether you respond to all of them or just some of them. It’s your own personal response to different aspects of the journey. A way to get to know yourself, and your fellow bloggers, a little better.

There will be a linky tool at the bottom of each challenge, so you can provide a link to your blog post for that week. It’s a great way to get to know other bloggers on their 12wbt journey. I have participated in Blogging Challenges in the last three rounds – and have always enjoyed reading other members’ points of view on the weekly topics. (I have to come clean here and admit I have never been good at posting every week of the challenges – so that’s my goal this round – to not only set the challenge each week – but write my response as well!)

And of course, as you click on the links to your fellow bloggers’ responses, don’t hesitate to leave them a comment and encourage them to keep blogging.

So, everyone is welcome, don’t hesitate to join in with the challenge. It can be especially useful for those times you have the urge to write and express yourself, but you’re not to sure what to write about.

Are you ready for the challenge? Are you ready to think a little outside your comfort zone? Are you ready to share how you are transforming your thinking as well as your body?

Leonie smile

Swifter, higher, stronger

The 2012 Olympic Games are in full swing and watching the athletes competing and performing at their best is more than just inspiring.
Watching the female Triathlon yesterday made me want to be able to ride a bike and enter the Triathlon Pink even more than before.

And then it got me thinking.

How I have proven to be swifter, higher, stronger this past week?

This morning I entered a 7km fun run – The Bay Run around Iron Cove Bay. I completed the 7km in 58:59, and burned 761 calories doing so. I completed the 7 kilometres in a walk and jog combination. I didn’t quite jog the first two kilometres without stopping – because in the last 200 metres or so of the at first two kilometres is an uphill section leading up to the Iron Cove Bridge.  I jogged up as much as I could, walked up the rest of the hill and then resumed jogging straight away. The thing that really surprised me was when I looked at my Runkeeper statistics for the run the last kilometre had been the fastest – by a matter of seconds – of all seven kilometres. It is making me think a lot about what I may be capable of as a runner. At the end of the run Ms L appeared. Ms L is a member of the Sydneysiders and one of the 12wbt members who inspired me to learn to ride a bike and enter the Triathlon Pink.

In January 2012 I started doing Sh’bam classes as part of my regular SSS. When I started I took all the low impact options, didn’t always use my arms and was forever looking at the clock wondering how many tracks were left. And even doing the low impact options I’d always be wondering how much more there would be of each particular track before I could stop and get a drink.  Yesterday I became aware of a huge shift. I do just about all the class with the high impact options and all the arm movements.  Each track finishes before I am ready to finish – I could easily keep going with another round. I’m not looking at the clock wondering how many rounds to go. And I leap as high as possible each time there is an opportunity to leap. I know I do not look like an elegant dancer, but I feel like one. This is me at the end of the Sh’Bam class last week, and the end of my SSS, exhausted but energised. And wearing my first piece of brand name workout gear bought through a non-plus size store.

Yesterday when I was getting ready for the gym, all my not so baggy gym clothes were in the wash. My options were my size 26 clothes (I’m currently an 18 on the bottom and 16 on top), or putting on the workout clothes I bought online months ago from a US website when they were sale. When they arrived they looked like Barbie doll clothes and I doubted I would ever lose enough weight to fit into them. I put them on and felt very self conscious. Mr G didn’t understand what my problem was and why I felt uncomfortable looking down at myself. I explained I felt like a size 26 wearing something that didn’t fit me. He said I was being silly and I looked fine.

I got compliments on how I looked at the gym from my friends, and the Sh’Bam instructor Ms P said I looked like I was ready for summer! Very chuffed. When I got home I asked Master G to take a photo – intending it to be part of a video log. I posed for a sensible photo, then posed for a silly one. This is the silly one.

 

I couldn’t believe it was me when I looked at the photo. Where did the biceps come from? And then I realised for almost a year I’ve been working hard at steadily increasing my weights in BodyPump, and then at the beginning of this year I started weight training in the gym once a week. I started BodyPump with 2.5kg on the bar. I now squat with 20kgs on the bar, and do the Bicep and Tricep tracks with 10kgs on the bar. This photo proves to me I am stronger in body and mind. I am a better version of the person I was this time last year.

And it makes me wonder how much swifter, higher and stronger I’ll be able to be this time next year.

And, what a different person I’ll be in four years time as I’m watching my television while the athletes are competing in Brazil.

 

Blogger Challenge – Week 4 – Mini Milestone Week

HIGHLIGHTS OF THE LAST FOUR WEEKS

Since I spent the most part of two weeks in bed (doctor’s instructions) then so knocked about by the strong anti-biotics for another week that my training schedule was not what it could have been, this one will not be tricky to answer in less than one thousand words.
1. Week one I burnt 6656 calories – and loving it! In fact, it’s higher than that because I forgot to bring my HRM strap and transmittor to a Zumba class.

2. The Sunday of week 1 I entered the Sri Chinmoy 4km event at the Bay Run – didn’t do as well as I hoped, but a lot better than my last Sri Chinmoy event last September. I also went to “Pain in the Domain” outdoor circuit and “Pain in the Park” boxing workout that day too.Total burn for the day was 2318 calories. (Part of the 6656 total.)

3. Being named one of the official bloggers of the round by Mish in her Wednesday email last week. (And of course the fabulous prizes I’ll be getting soon.) I am absolutely thrilled by this – and of course humbled at the same time.

4. Time trial on Saturday Week. Not only did I take ten second off my preseason time, but I didn’t cough up a lung, my legs didn’t feel like they were going to explode and I didn’t have to convince myself to just keep going that little bit further. And I can say I didn’t shuffle, I jogged, and it felt good.

Size 12 in 21 days

The last ten days I have basically been lying in bed willing my body to get better.  Last Tuesday the doctor diagnosed me with a “very bad viral infection” and to come back on Monday if I was no better. I started to feel a little better over the weekend – and even ventured outside the house – but Monday morning felt worse than ever. I was diagnosed with a secondary infection, resulting in bronchitis. More bed rest. More missed training. So not happy.

So my focus for my 12wbt journey these past ten days has been to be very, very strict with my calorie intake and to work on being as positive as possible with my mindset.  I feel I have achieved that – Wednesday weigh in saw me down 0.9kgs, despite spending most of my time in those seven days horizontal in bed – wonder how that affected my BMR?

When I wasn’t asleep, I kept busy hanging out in the forums and my 12wbt facebook groups – with daytime television on in the background.  There were so many ads, infomercials and interviews on the televsion about losing weight. I had almost forgotten what a big “industry” it is and how it thrives on peoples’ impatience and desire for a quick and easy fix.

It reminded me how way back in 1993 during the school holidays I was watching the Bert Newton Show on channel ten (way before “The Circle” and before “Mornings with David and Kim”) and he was interviewing Judith Wills whose book “Size 12 in 21 Days” had just been published in Australia. At the time I was probably a size 16-18 and probably very close to 100kgs, but I was sucked in with the idea of shedding twenty odd kilograms in three weeks!  I think the interview was barely finished and I was on the way to my nearest Dymocks.

Day one and two of the diet were “detox days” consisting mostly of salad vegetables and fruit salad – and from memory it would have been amazing if there 600 calories to eat each day!  Just crazy! Mr G actually tried it too and he fainted at work. Absolutely crazy!!!  But I stuck with it – I was obsessed with the idea of being a whole new me in nineteen days time.  I got to day 21 – and low and behold I wasn’t a size 12! Who knew?

And her advice if you didn’t quite make it in the 21 days? Go back to day one and start again! Eeek! Can you guess what I did? Closed the book, put it on my bookshelf and went back to my old habits.  The food allowance in the program was unsustainable and the goal the title encouraged me to go for was unrealistic for me.

I just wanted my body back and I wanted it back pronto, without any real effort.

At 28 years old it was the first time I had failed at dieting – from the age of 12 I had been a very successful yo-yo dieter.  But this one had me stumped.

And why did I fail? Becuase I didn’t shed twenty plus kilograms in twenty-one days?

I failed because of a few reasons. My goal was unrealistic. I was “too busy” to do the exercise recommended. The food plan was unsustainable.  I didn’t do any work on my mindset.  I saw it as a short term thing – I only wanted to work at it for twenty-one days, so I could then revert to my old habits. And I was just impatient.

It’s taken me a lot more than twenty-one days to get from 165kgs to 109.8kgs, and of course there is still some way to go to get to my goal of 77kgs.

I have no doubt I will get there. This is not a diet, a fad or a gimmick.  This is my way of life now.

I eat clean.

I train mean. (Well, when not slowed down by multiple infections below the neck.)

And everyday I’m thinking a little leaner.

And – gee I’d like to be 77kgs by the time I turn 47 next month, but I no longer expect miracles to happen in twenty-one days.

Give me twenty-one weeks though, and just let me show you what I can do.

Jayne’s 12wbt Blogging Challenge – Round 2 2012

This is my third round of 12wbt, and the third blogging challenge I have started. It will be the first challenge I see right through to the end. I am making the commitment right now to see this challenge through to the end of the round.

I am 46 years old, and from 2003 to 2007 went from 85kgs to 165kgs. Until 2006 I was a Weight Watchers leader, and from July 2006 until August 2011 I tried many different things – usually half heartedly – to try and shift the weight.  I ended up joining the 12wbt program after reading an article about Michelle Bridges in the August Women’s Weekly last year.  It has been a decision I have not regretted once in the last nine months. To say it has transformed my life just begins to scratch the surface on what is has done for me.  I feel like I have control over my life again.

I am here for my third round of 12wbt because I know it works and I know by following what Michelle Bridges says to do I will achieve my goals for the round. I started this round at 116.4kgs at an intermediate level of fitness, and my goal is to be close to 90kgs by the end of this round and very close to an advanced level of fitness. It is my goal to begin Round 3 2012 ready to take part in Advanced Lean & Fit.

Preparing for the challenge was as simple as doing the preseason tasks, and as difficult as doing the preseason tasks.  Yes, even though its my third round I still did all the preseason tasks. The kitchen one didn’t cause as much angst for me or my family as it did last August/September though! Setting my goals made me realise just how important it would be to be consistent with my training – the motivation fairy certainly hit me over the head with her wand that night!

So what was the most important preseason task for you?

Happier and healthier – without a doubt!

Its pretty hard for me to believe that this time last year I weighed 160kgs, and probably more importantly, felt I was never going to get below 100kgs.  Some people who are morbidly obese will tell you they are healthy and totally happy with their lives.  That may well be so, I only know what it was like for me when I was morbidly obese.

It wasn’t fun. And I wasn’t totally happy with my life. And I know I wasn’t healthy.

At 160kgs I was

* morbidly obese – look up the word morbid in a dictionary, and then tell me that’s healthy.  It’s synonyms are “unhealthy – diseased – unsound – ill -sickly”.

* unable to bend down and tie my own shoelaces

* unable to paint my own toenails

* out of breath walking up the staircase in my house.

* having a very *limited* choice when going shopping for clothes.

* always dreading the moment my family were given abooth to sit at in a restaurant.

Thank goodness I signed up for the 12wbt last August, and as I did, became determined to ensure it was going to work. It has been a bumpy journey at times, and as it has made me examine why I made the choices I did and why I continue to make the excuses I do (but I’m pleased to say there are significantly less of those) it moves me right out of my comfort zone. So at times it is hard work. But I have never regretted my decsion, and I know for sure I never will.

Last week I gained 0.2kgs – it was week one of the lastest round so I pouted a little, put the scales away and just got on with it.  I knew I had done the work that would have justified a decent loss, but logically, I also know the scales may not show that at the precise moment I step on them that effort for many reasons. I was so tempted to hop on again during the week. But I resisted, because I know the best thing to do is hop on just once a week.

And I was glad I stayed positive and didn’t let the scales dictate my mood. This morning I got on and I was down 5.9kgs. Yes that’s right – almost 6kgs. I don’t see it as a one week loss though – I really see it as a loss over two weeks.

So that now takes me to 110.7kgs.

At 110.7kgs I am

* categorised as obese – not severely obese or morbidly obese – just obese.

* I can stand on one leg to put on a sock (though I do prefer to sit down).

* I can paint my own toenails.

* I can exercise for  two hours and fifteen minutes in a SSS, burn 1655 calories and not feel totally exhausted.

* on the verge of being able to shop anywhere I like for my clothes, and take advantage of great bargains.

* not worried about where my family is seated in a restaurant.

This morning’s weigh in means I have now lost more then 50kgs.

It means I am only 3.8kgs away from having less than 30kgs to lose to get to my goal.

I am in tears now (happy ones I think) because I realise there really is light at the end of the tunnel for me and there is no need to doubt myself anymore.

Now I know I’ve made a difference

I can hardly believe two weeks have gone past since I was in Melbourne for the finale and I last wrote a blog post. The last two weeks have been a whirlwind (last weekend mum and I went back to Solar Springs – and I’ve got so much to say about that alone) along with being a busy time at school for a teacher.

So I haven’t been lying on the couch and eating for the last two weeks.  I’ve been working on the preseason tasks and making sure I get to the gym every morning at 6am. I did miss the 6am class at the gym this Wednesday – as Master G was very sick and I was the designated parent to look after him, though I did go and do a Sh’Bam class that night instead and really smashed some calories.

The next round is about to start on Monday – and the preseason tasks are just about done and dusted.  Just because this is my third round doesn’t mean they are any less important to my success over the next twelve weeks.  I am so excited about what the next twelve weeks will bring.

I’m looking forward to
* a getting to know you lunch with my local 12wbt group – and doing lots of other great things with the group over the twelve weeks.

* hitting the Giant Staircase again – yes I did it in April after saying never again in January during my first attempt.

* learning to ride a bike.

* doing the City2Surf in August with much better fitness – and doing my up most to j0g at least half of the course.

* going to Perth for the next finale.

And there is so much more I’ll be blogging about over the next twelve weeks, as well as the posts about Solar Springs and my time in Melbourne – complete with pictures.

And how do I know for sure I’ve made a difference?

When I was 165kgs I simply couldn’t get up off the lounge after a hectic night watching TV.  In fact I dreaded the moment when Mr G would switch off the TV, because it meant I had to do an impossible task next.  Each night Mr G  had to help me get up off our lounge.  He always smiled and never said anything to make me feel bad – but I always felt so pathetic that my life had spiraled so far out of control.

Two weeks ago in Melbourne I was with another three 12wbt members who very kindly gave Mr G and I a lift to the workout so we wouldn’t have to navigate the public transport from the CBD to St Kilda.  When we arrived it was still a while before the shenanigans were due to start, and it was drizzling – so we headed over to a coffee shop.  We sat on a couple of lounge chairs to drink and chat. The lounge I was sitting on was about 30cm off the floor, and when it was time to leave I just stood up, with out using my hands and without Mr G counting to three and pulling me up. I almost cried when I realised what I was now able to do – because of course I’ve been capable of getting up off low furniture for quite some months – but in front of other people who understood I was very aware of what I proved I could do. And to think I used to avoid sitting on low furniture in public!

I am now 116.4kgs – and I’m over half way to my goal of 77kgs. Not that I’m counting. 😉

Bring on Round 2 2012!

Be careful what you wish for

Once I get back to Sydney there will be a post about the actual finale workout. There is so much I want to say about the experience.

This post is about just one way in which the workout has had a positive affect on my life.

The first crew tshirt I noticed as we were warming up was the back of a blue crew. Its one of my fabourite. Their slogan –
Mish’n  Possible
Love the sentiment, and I’m always partial to a play on words. 

So before I knew it, the circuit part of the workout  had begun and  Mr G and I headed to the nearest stage. You know how it’s always best to do the thing you dislike most first? Well that’s what we got to do. Push ups and planks – and not just static ones – dynamic ones too.  And at this strength station, my all time favourite plyometric exercise the Burpee.

I put my hands on the ground and said JFDI to myself and nothing happened. I just can’t get my head around kicking my legs out straight behind me at the same time.

Now my epic fail at the Burpee would be the end of this post except that at that point, in her capacity if roving trainer,  Mish was at our station. And I was acting like a rabbit caught in the headlights. So I attempted a modified Burpee, which I’m sure no one would recognise as any type of exercise.

And that’s when for the first time since starting 12wbt I wished I could do a Burpee.

I forgot to be careful what I wished for at that moment.

And back at the hotel with Mr G, I was catching up on twitter when I saw  a tweet from Amanda Cole which said “@77Noni legend effort!! You are doing great, so proud! Smash it up today! @MishBridges”

I replied “smashed – but need burpee lesson!”

Then Amanda replied “@77Noni well done!! Happy to provide lesson 🙂 @MishBridges”


See, I should  have been careful what I wished for, seriously.  Now if you don’t know Amanda Cole she was a winner of 12wbt Lean and Strong.  And if you follow the link on the right of this blog, you’ll see she is a personal trainer.  I have a PT session coming up soon. And I plan to do a PitP  workout again soon too.  That means I am going to bee to working at it until I master the Burpee.

But seriously, I think it’s one thing to be careful what you wish for – but it’s another thing to really want to achieve something you once thought was impossible.  And that’s what 12wbt is all about. It’s more than losing kilograms, it’s about gaining things too.

Confidence.  Belief in yourself. Ability to make the impossible possible.

And as we were jogging around at the next station the back of another crew tshirt said something which inspired me.

Dream
Believe
Achieve

That was then, this is now

It would be hard to adequately to describe my level of excitement today as I prepared to leave for Melbourne, and then waited for the hour hand on the clock to tick around to three.

My colleagues would probably say I was literally jumping out of my skin.  I can’t remember when I was this excited about something in the last few years. And yet I wasn’t wishing away the hours – I really enjoyed my time spent teaching today. 

And that fundament shift in attitude is part of what I have gained being a member of 12wbt while I have been losing the kilograms. As well as having a much more positive outlook on all aspects of my life, I also appreciate the small things and I am aware of my feelings of gratitude for the things I used to take for granted.

Making the trip to Melbourne – I’m in the air as I type – is time for celebration for the things I have achieved since last August – as well as a time to think about my goals between now and the end of August 2012.

Arriving at the airport and getting off the long term parking shuttle bus I didn’t lose my breath while “running like a girl” (picture Elaine in Seinfeld) trying to keep up with long legged Mr G as he raced towards check in.

Walking through the shops and food court between the security check and the departure gate I wasn’t the least bit tempted by any of the food on offer. At lunch I had last night’s leftover green chicken curry, and was planning to have something yummy and low cal from room service once checked in – so a skim cap for afternoon tea was all I craved. No “treating” myself  with junk food.

I found the perfect bracelet for the Finale Party at an accessory shop in the airport – and it fit!

And sitting down in seat 5A – there was no trepidation about the seat belt being too small.

None of this would have happened before August 2011.

I would have been seriously out of breath walking quickly with my luggage. I would have obsessed wondering if I’d have time for Subway and a dessert.  I would have felt too self conscious walking into an accessory shop – forget about trying something on.  And I would have been hoping desperately – and breathing in with all my might while hoping – that I wouldn’t have to ask for a seatbelt extension.

As we left Sydney the plane headed north at first due to the prevailing headwinds. And I could see the route I had taken last year in the City2Surf all lit up. And I remembered the determination that got me through all 14 kilometers at 155kgs.

And as I traced the route from above tonight, I imagined completing the course at 100kgs (or dare I say less) in half the time. And the determination and consistency it would take to get me to those two goals.

As we approached the lights of Melbourne – I thought about how I had visited the city briefly three times over the last twenty years – so that meant I had a vague idea of where I would be, and how I would get there over the weekend.

And I realised that’s what the next fourteen weeks would be like. And that I was excited about expecting the unexpected.

Busy week being consistent

I really should be in bed right now, but Friday is my rest day, though I do have to pack my bag for the workout and party in Melbourne this weekend.  So the alarm is set for 5am regardless.  Probably too excited to sleep though!

Its been a great week.

* Last Friday my mind triumphed over my body, and I jogged that whole kilometre.

* Last Saturday at the gym, I held a plank on my toes longer than I had before.

* My BodyPump and Sh’Bam instructor paid me the biggest compliment ever on Saturday – it still brings me to tears when I think about what she said to me.

* I actually managed to hold a one legged quad stretch for more than three seconds.

* The trainer who writes my program for the gym gave me a compliment about how I was going as I was leaving the gym after my SSS.

* From Monday to Thursday I got up every morning at 5am to train.

* On Wednesday morning I couldn’t make the 6am RPM class as my car was being serviced and a colleague was picking me up – but I pulled out the JFDI card and did a DVD in my lounge room at 5.30am – a first for me.

* On Thursday at 6am BodyPump I focused really hard on good form in the squats and lunges, and went lower than I have before.  During the shoulder track, thanks to Karin the instructor, I realised I was lifting the weights too high – and low and behold the impossible became possible and I made it right through the track with the 2.5kg weights in each hand.

And,

on Monday I went to get a new bra to wear with my frock for the Finale Party.  There will be no last minute tantrums this time.  Now, at my heaviest weight of 165kgs I was squeezing into size 26 clothing (some brands not even managing that), and I was wearing a 24GG bra.  I went to the DeBras store in Penrith, and said how I had lost weight and also wanted a bra to go with a particular dress.  After showing me just how much room I had in the 22FF I was wearing, the sales assistant came back and helped me into a pretty lacy number.  She did it up and asked if it was too tight.  I could breathe, so I said it was fine , ’cause it was fine.

Then I was squealing and literally doing a happy dance, as she told me it was a size 16G.

That made my week.

And it made my round.

Hanging in there no matter what is worth it.

Giving it 110% – my promise for next round, is going to see me really transform.

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