Posts Tagged ‘Weight’

12 weeks later..

Working out outside has never been my idea of a good time. That said, being a gym bunny just wasn’t working – I wasn’t going often enough or working hard enough once I got there.  As a busy, career-focused woman with a hearty appetite it’s important that I get a good work out, otherwise I balloon.

This maxim has never been clearer in my mind than now. Having worked with Dean Callis for 12 weeks (prior to Christmas) I have seen how big a difference training can make, and I swear this is only the tip of the iceberg. We trained together in Highbury Fields weekly for an hour at a time. Dean made me promise I wouldn’t mess up the benefits of training by eating crap and although I don’t ever generally binge on biscuits etc. I didn’t really change that much about my diet. And yet during those 12 weeks I managed to lose 14 lbs.

Even after Christmas (I relaxed and had a few treats, though it wasn’t the gluttonous overload of earlier years) I’m delighted to see that my weight loss is still noticeable and I’m stronger than ever before. On top of that, I’m much more enthusiastic about continuing – not only toning up, but gaining strength, confidence and a natural boost that gorging on chocs or splurging at the shops just can’t equal.

I’m delighted that I’ve not only seen such a difference in myself but I’ve had fun too.

If you want to read more, chart my progress working out with Dean here and here

Posted: January 10th, 2012
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Dean Callis puts me through my paces

For anyone who knows me, you’ll know that childhood puppy fat and years of weight fluctuation have stayed with me into my early twenties. Quite literally. Despite two good years of gym enthusiasm (I was the exception to the rule – slimming down in my first years of university as everyone else piled on the lbs due to too much booze) things took a turn for the worse after a year in Berlin (forget the booze, I’m all about the Brot and Bratwurst). So when I was approached by Dean Callis, a former professional rugby player turned personal trainer, a few weeks back I was more than intrigued by his offer of training.

I’ve found it increasingly difficult to stick to a gym routine recently as I will always prioritise work. But the joy of having a personal trainer is knowing that you’ll make an appointment and then you have to stick to it. I may be lazy, but I’m not rude – making an appointment to train means someone is there waiting for you, someone else is invested in your health and fitness.

As decadent and indulged as I feel having a trainer, for the kind of girl who got on with academia rather than P.E. this is exactly what I needed. That much was clear from our first session yesterday morning. ….

Taking place in a central London park, I started off with a warm up which gradually progressed to circuits. A combination of *delightful* exercises such as running around cones, squatting and jumping, I have to say – this was hard. Dean was great though, reminding me to breathe through my nose/out through my mouth, counting down the seconds until I could rest, and encouraging me to push myself when I was starting to flail.

When those cones went away I was so happy! And I was even happier to see that the next item Dean was pulling out of his bag of tricks was a pair of boxing gloves. I’ve always wanted to have a go at boxing and I often forget that my arms also need working to avoid, as my flatmate E. says, ‘noodle arms’. Punching in a rhythmic series was very therapeutic and a much easier work out inasmuch as I didn’t feel like I might faint at any moment as I had with the circuits (I am not a morning person!)

Winding down the session, we ended with sit ups in which I lifted a 3kg medicine ball towards Dean who stood on my toes to keep me steady. I thought I was alright with abs work until I realised lifting myself that extra bit higher using only my stomach muscles was not something I’ve ever really done. It felt like until that moment these muscles had laid dormant, unbeknownst to me beneath the flab. I have to admit, I was – and am – ashamed!

Finally I did some squats, the last of which I held for about 30secs until Dean told me the hour was up. It really didn’t feel like I’d been working out for a whole 60minutes as we’d changed exercises plenty of times to keep things interesting. I bounced out of the park with a new energy – one that was annoyingly absent during the first 20mins of the session, excitement to be investing in my health (and of course a better, stronger body) and a complete confidence in Dean’s capabilities. It’s like he says – “No rest is worth anything, except the rest that is earned”.

Posted: October 7th, 2011
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40 days and 40 nights

I am not at all religious.  I think I attended Sunday School until I was about 7 or 8 when I decided I wasn’t into it.  But in today’s culture – which embraces none of the religious doctrines but all of the fun food-related holidays – it seems fine and dandy to dip a toe into the odd religious festival.  So while every year my friends are giving up chocolate for the tenth time, I’ve decided that this year I’ll give something up for Lent.  Not for any specific reason other than right now I could do with losing some weight and saving some money.

So for the next 40 days I’ll be giving up…. MEAT.

Roy Lichtenstein ‘Meat’, 1962

I’m not a huge meat-eater I suppose, but no one could accuse me of cheating.  Living with a self-confessed KFC-fancier who doesn’t feel full unless his meal consists of at least 1/3 meat (bar, perhaps, breakfast) I’ve come to realise – the hard way – who you live with can really impact on your meal choices.  Especially when said 30-year-old boyfriend has the metabolism most teenagers dream of.  So while he chomps down on meat galore, I’m just going to say no.

It feels kind of good knowing that I’m not alone and that it’s still a talking point – most people seem to be giving something up (even if it’s as ridiculous as going without massages for 40 days).  And armed with vegetarian recipe books, a cupboard full of lentils and my veggie father on speed dial, I’m intrigued to see how hard this will be..

Wish me luck!