Kosama day 3

 Kosama aftermath…

Lordy I have never ever been so sore.  I was really weighing my options on whether a Wednesday workout with Kosama was even possible after the first real butt kicking.  However, I decided to be my own champion and I dragged myself kicking and screaming (mostly in my quads) all the way into the next class.  I’m so glad that I went.

Today’s punishment; KosamaCore; was delivered by Rebekah.  Basically KosamaCore was a workout hidden beneath a yoga costume.   The studio was dark; yoga mats laid strewn about and lean comfy pants wearing yogi people lounged around.  I thought to myself… self this is the perfect was to spend my morning. 7:40am easy yoga was on my mind until the sweat was dripping off my face and my legs were shaking.

The great thing about this workout was that I got to stretch out the muscles that were so sore from the Mondays beating.  I also really enjoyed the variety between the two classes. So far I think that Kosama really has a great mix between activities and changing up the muscles that you’re using each day.  

Now if only I could find some people to hit these workouts with… any takers??  ;) 
 

Kosama day 2

Kosama day 2.

Today I learned what a real workout really is. Monday is a KosamaPower day.

I hit a wall where I knew that if I tried to squat just one more time that I wasn’t getting back up.  My legs were shaking and my arms couldn’t do one more pushup.  Tricia, the coach of this painful lesson, is and was awesome. I found myself looking to the door thinking I could run and at each of these moments Tricia was there to hold me fast to my workout.

Its clear to me that a Kosama workout is nothing short of the butt kicking I deserve for letting myself go. If you're considering trying out a new you in 2013 I'd love to have you join me with Kosama. ;)

Kosama- Assesment day

Today was the first day of my Kosama journey.


Assessment day, Otherwise known as find out how weak and out of shape you are day.

So how was it??

For me it was a blast, but I often find fun in things that are not meant to be fun. When you enter the building you're greeted by several fit and fun people. You can tell that these people actually love what they do and because they love it... its possible that you might in fact grow to love this type of punishment as well.  That or its like childbirth and its so painful you forget everything except the feeling of joy as you leave the gym that day.  I'm hoping for option number one.



Assessment day was a day for learning. I learned the proper techniques for planks (ouch), squats, lunges, pushups and how to best play with kettle balls without getting hurt. 

The next step took me back to elementary school and the presidents physical assessment testing they did. How many can you do? how far can you stretch? how long can you hold yourself up?  I found that I am more out of shape and inflexible then I ever imagined.  I knew that I was a big girl going in... but I didn't think I was a weak girl as well. I always figured that underneath my flubber exterior was muscles with strength enough to hold my own.  However, when it came to dangling my weight from a TRX system and holding myself up with my arms... I clearly could not hold my own very long.


After the assessment came the measurements.

According to there scale I was 239.6 (which is fantastic knowing that I'm coming from 250), my body fat was 48.0% and my hydration was 38.1%.

Like going to the doctor... the worst part is always standing on the scale, in front of a twig of a nurse who doesn't know you, and letting her know your most guarded secret.  This too was true with Kosama's scale. What I didn't expect was finding out exactly what percentage of my body was fat.  After this... the scale at the doctors seems like a cake walk.


Overall, I'm excited and up for a challenge. This is going to be a massive change for me and I'm ready.

 

1-10-13

1-10-13

A good enough day as any for a fresh start…

I’m sorry father blog but it has been months since my last online confession.  I know that I left everyone on weight loss cliffhanger and that was exactly how I was feeling. Defeated, tired and hungry I had given my self a break from where I was heading and decided to focus a little more on the mental part of my struggles.

But now I’m back and with a better plan of attack.

I was silly to think that I could do this all alone and now I’m recruiting help. I have a doctor on board and trainer on my side.

Updates to follow.

Falling of the weight loss wagon you say?

Falling of the weight loss wagon you say? 

How about the wagon was more of a single wheel bike that was packed with c4 and on fire rolling down the side of a cliff… that would be more accurate then saying I was off the wagon.

I was set up from the get up as yet again as I jumped into a plan unprepared, not fully committed and packed full with drugs.

The failed plan:

1. Buy armband
2. Move more (although I really never thought that I didn’t move enough)
3. Eat less while trying to eat more often?? Silly me…
4. I’m sure there should be a 4^th and a 5^th  but not on this burning ride.

So I gather that I wasn’t prepared and probably not fully committed to the plan.  Add in two trips to the doctor and two rounds of steroids and you have a impossible goal of weight loss.

Now at the terrifying weight of 250 (OMG I know… ) , I take a look at myself and I’m crushed. Most people can see how they got there and count all of the late night meals, bars of chocolate and plenty of empty calorie drinks. I, on the other hand, only see each pill I had to take and each tear that rolled down my face as I stood on the scale and watched my emotional strength shatter.

So far the steroids have been a necessary evil as they were something that I needed for my health.  For me to be willing to take on 40lbs in a year and a half of steroids, you know that it was a not a choice and that the weight gain was somehow a small thing in comparison to how sick I was.

 So now I sit here, a diet failure and a pill side effect mess. 250lbs.

I’ve decided to open up my world and ask for help. 

1862

I'm so proud to see my little baby blog hit 1862... Im such a proud momma!!!

Nutritionist or Doctor

5:30 am is the perfect time for sleeping… Or, cleaning, dancing and blogging as it turns out.

One of the ideas rolling around in my restless head is what’s the next step for me?

I have goals…

One of those goals being the immense amount of weight that I need to shed from this frame.  Since coming home from Mexico I’ve had one excuse or another for why it’s just not happening for me.  While the unfortunate truth of the matter is that I’m the only person in control (or lack there of) of what I’m putting into this body or expecting out of it. Believe me this is not the revelation I was looking for.

Doing this alone, or winging it, isn’t working for me. I think its time to bring in a professional. Someone who has helped people fight off years of bad habits and self-doubt.

So the question is: Nutritionist or Doctor?

All feedback would be greatly appreciated :)