WELCOME TO SATURDAY SESSIONS
For me, Saturday mornings have become a time when I take things slow. rRelax a bit (either before or after my workout). I love to sip on hot lemon water or eat pancakes while I read through blogs. or spend time on Pinterest. Because you can’t pin just one pin. Am I right or am I right?
So, I decided Saturday’s are the perfect day for this series. Hopefully, you will be taking the morning slow, catching up on blogs. Hopefully you’ll be able to relate to my ramblings about how I am learning to love my body. Hopefully I can encourage you to start learning to love your body.
Just think of this as a virtual coffee date of sorts. Just girlfriends chatting and encouraging each other.
So grab you lemon water. or coffee. Or tea. Or a fork for your pancakes.Settle in. And read on.
I love lifting.
Tis true. It’s been 2 months since I started my ‘learn to love lifting challenge.’ It’s been quite a couple of months.
I started out a little nervous to lift heavy things, but excited about the possibilities of getting stronger. Looking at the goals I jotted down for the past 2 months, I’d say I did a pretty decent job at meeting them:
- Build strength – check
- Build muscle – check
- Become knowledge about proper form and technique – still working, but much better than when i started.
- Be able to create a week of strength training workouts – you can check out a couple here and here.
- Be comfortable lifting weights without the workout bud – check. but I like to keep him around for a spot every now and then.
- Inspire other women to lift and be awesome – hopefully doing this and will continue to do this.
I ended my 2 months being able to squat 3 sets of 8 at 155#, which was my 1 RM starting out. Progress, right.
And my Romanian Deadlift got much better and I pr’d at 135#. Regular deadlift…still working on proper form before I start lifting heavier.
Bench on the other hand. I did up my weight to 75#, usually on my last set. But overall, I’ve stayed around 65-70# for my regular sets.
I did it right and kept a log of what I lifted each week. It’s actually pretty cool to go back and see how I’ve increased weight on certain exercises.
Like Arnold Press: started at 12.5# and now I’m up to 20#. holla. back.
I wouldn’t consider myself a muscular beast of a woman yet, nor am I sure I want to be known as a beast of a woman, but I can definitely see muscle growth and definition. And I’m looking forward to gaining more.
I’ve gained some poundage. I checked the scale at the gym and I’m right around 130. And i’m okay with that. I’ve stopped obsessing so much over food, and have embraced even more eating whole foods and not feeling guilty about eating ice cream or chips or cereal (my favorites). I’ve also been intentional about getting all my macros in at each meal and increasing my protein. Thanks Vanilla Vega Sport.
This morning at the gym there was a gal next to me in a little black and white workout outfit, make-up + hair done, and the girls were hanging out. Now, I was judging her, I’ll admit, wondering how she can legit workout with her girls hanging out. I’m sorry, call me terrible, but why come to the gym in full make up, with your hair done? I do not look pretty during or after a workout. The extent of my ‘primping’ for the gym includes making sure I wear a tank top that shows off my arms.
Anyway, after doing a set of squats (135#), she stopped me and said she’d been watching me (not creepily, of course). She said she was so impressed that I had the big plate on the bar (45#), because she was still using little plates. She said I was really strong.
I felt strong. I remember wishing and hoping for the day I’d be able to put the 45# plate on the bar. I thanked her, and told her to keep working at it, that I was where she was at one point, and I had to work up to getting that plate on the bar. And I was damn excited when I did.
I love being able to encourage people to reach fitness goals. I love when my mom texts me that she is excited about walking. Or that she held plank longer. I love seeing people meet and exceed their goals. because my strong is different than your strong. we all gotta start somewhere.
That’s why I’m excited to be a personal trainer. I want to able to inspire and encourage people to meet their goals. to help women love their bodies.
I wrote a few weeks ago about learning to love my body and how lifting has helped me do that. While I am happy to have gotten stronger and I’m excited i can lift heavy things, I’d say the most important thing to come out of these past 2 months: Loving my body. Loving seeing muscle.
Uh, guess who got her pull-up today?! THIS GIRL! see it here.
p.s. do you like lifting heavy things?