I asked (read: begged) my friend Heather to write a post about her journey through having personal trainers and how she got there. I have known Heather since…2005? 2006? We worked together at Virgin Megastore, a job that I loved and hated. I felt like her and I were on the same weight loss path – I mean it’s all technically the same path I guess – but this girl has kicked so much butt and has been in different gyms, tried new exercises, and like I said before, had/has personal trainers. But I’ll let her tell her story
My lovely friend Kelly wanted me to share about my weight loss journey. My journey includes a personal trainer….or 2. My journey is still in progress and has, for lack of better words – restarted.
I feel like I need to give a little background before I begin.
Heather and me in 2005 or 2006?
Back in 2007 I was in a really bad car accident where I was in and out of the hospital for 6 months. During that time I acquired some new hardware – I have a plate and screws in my right wrist, I have a plate and screws in my left knee, and I have a rod the length of my femur in my left leg. So the hardware was put in at the beginning of the whole ordeal. By time I was released, I was past my window of opportunity for physical therapy to get my range and use back in my leg and wrist. I was then recommended to “get a gym membership – it’d be cheaper”.
Now, with this whole hospital ordeal I lost 50 pounds. I went in at 220# and came out 170#. It was quite glorious (even if I did look like a sick bobble head!) Now this was not the right way to do it obviously – not eating, IV fluids only. Coming out and finally being able to eat…all I can say was “woah nelly!” because I went to town. I enjoyed anything and everything I wanted because I was finally able to eat. I enjoyed food so much I jumped up to my highest weight to date – 250#. I tried joining a gym and working on my knee and my myself. This did not go well. Apparently you have to eat well and work out at the same time for things to go in the right direction…imagine that!
After that light bulb I decided to get my first personal trainer. Finally someone to help me get my knee back to normal so I could do all the things people take for granted – crawling, bending, squatting. I met with my trainer twice a week for 30 mins and did cardio 4-6 times a week for 45mins to an hour (classes or machines.) I weighed in every week and also changed my workouts and diets as I went. I had my first trainer for about 3-4 years. It was great- I went from 250 to 177 and hit a ginormous plateau. This was when my trainer gave up on me and thought I was lying and cheating about exercises and food.
Really though – when your support system starts to think you’re lying and isn’t your support anymore you start to doubt yourself. Or at least I did…big time. It was like we were just going through the motions. I actually got transferred to a different trainer, and he was a very nice guy but did not push me at all. I started to get into a dark, doubting place where I didn’t think I was able to do it and this was as far as I was going to get in my journey. Honestly though his expectations were a little crazy for me. He saw me at my goal weight as 130-ish (the same goal weight as my 5′ 7″ friend). This crushed me as I could only see how far I had to go and not how far I’d come…even though I had “lost a German Shepherd”.
Like it always does, life got in the way and I fell off the wagon….and was left miles behind said wagon, wandering lol. I have finally gotten into a good headspace to start my journey again. I am weighing in at 215#. Not happy having that 2 in front my weight again. My short term goal is to be in one-derland by my birthday in October. I have been able to get my finances where I can afford a personal trainer again.
This new one is great. He’s helping me get my knee back (with the added weight it’s been a pain…giving me pain) and my strength. I love my strength training! My trainer is actually a body builder – competitions and all. The other day, it became very apparent that I was at a body builder’s gym. People were flexing and taking pictures of their muscles. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself but also think, “they make body building look cool.” There’s a girl that goes there – she’s so toned and muscular – I’ve been able to see her progress. She’s my goal person…girly but also has herself some nicely toned muscles. This should definitely be an interesting spot in my journey.
Now you can see why I asked Heather (whom recently started blogging!!!) to post. She’s been through a lot. I have known her since well before her car accident and we’ve been friends ever since! I have loved following her journey throughout the years and I hope I can get her to write about her next steps in the future