Never Mind the Bollocks

Bad blogger! Bad blogger!

Forgive my absense from the scene. Allow me to blame it on the heat.

Anywooo, I am back and I'm totally over the Justin song. I knew those In Syncers couldn't be trusted. I'm semi over the Gnarls Barkely one, too.

Okay, so first of all, last week was all about a core workout. Lori, the body of steel (www.ls-fitness.com), came to my house to help me reclaim my core, my middle, my guts. The cool thing about both of our workouts is that I can, and have been, doing them on my own. You'd be amazed at how much of a workout you can get in your own living room. Check out Lori's monthly in-home workout routine in the Well-Being & Health section of www.thefamilygroove.com. I really felt like my very own Cindy Crawford working out with Radu all while being taped for a segment of House of Style. I miss House of Style.

Everyday peeps think that they can't afford a personal trainer. I say bollocks to that. How much money do you spend a week on coffee? On magazines? On stupid crap that you don't even need. Even if you can only save for a trainer once a week, that one-on-one time will anchor you for the whole week.

The reality is that pre-Lori I was way to easy on myself when it came to my fake outs—I mean workouts. With most areas of my life, I live by the motto: If you are going to do something, do it the right way. But for some reason, that work ethic skipped town everytime I stepped foot on a treadmill. I say bollocks to that, too. Where along the way did I decide that it was okay to let myself down?

These weeks have taught me not only to take the time for myself, but make the most out of that time. Every morning and night, I do supersets of push ups, sit ups, dips and arm exercises. I actually look forward to them now. With all the ups and down and nonsense of my day, it's these supersets, mini-time outs, if you will, that help me cope. They also reassert and strenghten my committment to myself. When everything else is out of your control, at least you can control yourself.

And now, the half way report:

Weight down 4 pounds
Body fat down 4 percent—that's a big deal
Arms down 1/2 inch
Waist down 2 1/4 inches
Navel down 2 inches
Hips down 1/2 inch
Thighs down 1 inch


I can't get hung up on the pounds. The body fat is much more imporant. I am psyched about the inches and am fitting into size 29 jeans—they're tight, but they close. I look and feel like a new person. My face has thinned out big time. I am going back to a nice heart-shaped face verses the round beach ball look—so not cute.

My goals for the next three weeks are to rock even harder and to be even more committed. The reality is that this six week program is just a jump start. I have a ways to go until I get back to my once and former self. I finally believe that I can do it though, as long as I nevermind my tired brand of bollocks!