Gobble Gobble Workout

Pre-Turkey Dinner Workout.  Then indulge ONLY in food that is worth it with no guilt.  Food is not bad or good.  We attach those feelings to food.  If you eat something indulgent enjoy every bite.  You ARE worth it.  

 

 

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Date Night

New twist on date night.  Date night doesn’t have to be dinner & drinks or even at night.  This couple has 5:30 a.m. date training sessions.  Click on the link to get a sneak peek: 

 https://www.facebook.com/denny.ceizyk/videos/724638317690141/

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Couples who plank together stay together.

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Saturday morning date with my hubby 

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Lifting the weight of the world off our shoulders!

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Orgasmic

Warning: Sprinting causes orgasms...

This is the first time I heard this from a client but not the last.  Exercise releases endorphins—runners high.  A natural, on top of the world  climax during & after the exercise is over. 

When I was on my 80lb weight loss journey, I would be so amorous after training sessions my husband began to wonder what the hell I was doing with my trainer in those sessions.  

Watch this quick video to see the post sprinting climax this client experienced: 

Resting on Laurels

I remember when I stepped on the scale after three months with my trainer and saw I had lost thirty pounds.  I was ecstatic & flying high.  I walked outta that gym feeling taller, prouder than I had in years.  

I had lost THIRTY fucking pounds in  three months after going years without seeing the scale budge.

 I went to a dinner that night & my beloved bread basket came.  I thought,  ‘I just lost thirty pounds,  I can have a piece.’  Then the waitress asked if I wanted anything to drink.

 I thought for a second, then ordered a wine, I mean after all, deserved to treat myself, right?  I went on to have more bread, more wine leading to more poor decisions that weren’t in line with my goal of still having fifty more pounds to lose.  

My trainer was smart; he had me keep a food journal that he checked every time we met.  This way we could prevent me from going on a bender & waiting until the scale goes up to find out.

 His only rule was honesty.  So I was fucked & not in a good way.  I was going to have to write all this crap I just ingested in that damn food journal.  

I saw him two days later & his eyes got huge.  Then he looked at my 10-year-old-daughter, who was with me at that session & said “Hide your mother’s scale”.  He announced from that point forward, I was not allowed to weigh myself,  & when he weighed me he would not tell me the number.  

He told me I was cocky, resting on the laurels of losing 30lbs, and couldn’t be all loosey goosey with my eating.  I wouldn’t be allowed to use the scale as a partner in my indulgent crimes.

I now employ this with my clients who also rest on their laurels and use the scale as an excuse to go off the eating wagon.  I tell them “If you are cocky about all the weight you’ve lost, then I’m going to hide that damn scale, and only I will know if you’ve lost anything!” 

 

 Click on this video to hear my client who was caught resting on her laurels...

What’s Harder?

“But it’s so hard to get up early & workout” 

”But it’s so hard to pass up the wine” 

”But it’s so hard to make time to exercise” 

”But it’s so hard to____” 

I could go on & on.  But I’d rather ask you this “Is whatever you say is hard about getting fit & healthy harder than waking up everyday hating the way you look in pictures?  Harder than having no energy?  Harder than the way you feel inside?   Harder than none of your clothes fitting?  Harder than avoiding social events because of the way you look?  Harder than being the heaviest person in the room?  Harder than having sex with the lights on or at all?  Harder than having your life shortened by high blood pressure, diabetes & heart disease? 

For me exercising is hard.  Eating healthy is hard.  But not as hard as when I hated myself for weighing 226lbs. 

Time to stop hating.  Time to get the outside your inside always wanted.  Time to love yourself.  You are worth it.   

Miracle Meal Plan

Simpatico mind & body meal plan changed this pilots life.  

Click on his video to hear how... 

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My Secret

Everybody has a chapter they don’t read out loud.

My chapter was my weight.  

When I weighed 226lbs only God & my doctor knew.  Then my trainer.  But not one other soul.  

I was ashamed.  I felt weak.  I felt powerless.  I felt out of control on the inside and it showed on the outside.  I wasn’t fooling anybody least of all myself.  

I wouldn’t go to the pool or beach since I wouldn’t be caught dead in a bathing suit.  I avoided reunions or any event that involved people I hadn’t seen in a long time.

 I stopped being in pictures or would hide in the picture.  My daughter was a great shield to hide behind. I avoided going to the doctor since I didn’t want to be weighed.

I stopped living my life.  It shows in my scrapbooks.  My daughter asked why I stopped scrapbooking after her 5th birthday.

 I stopped because my life stopped when I got fat.  I didn’t want to memorialize that time in my life.

You are only as sick as your secrets.  I was very sick when I weighed 226lbs.  I had diabetes, high blood pressure, my triglycerides were 700 & I was on Prozac for PMDD (PMS that makes everyone around you hide).

The layers of fat weren’t the worst part.  I was trapped in my own mind,  A prisoner in solitary confinement.   

Then one day I told my story. And not just to one person but hundreds of people in a talk at my gym when I first became a trainer.  Even worse they had a giant picture of my fatness displayed behind me for everyone to see.  

It was freeing to tell my story, my secret.  I shook, I cried & I blushed from embarrassment as I felt each shackle release.

Afterwards I was bombarded by women who were holding on to their secrets.   They were crying and thanking me for being so brave, so real.  

That was the start of a new life-giving career for me.  

Reading that chapter out loud healed my mind, heart & soul.  I had already lost 80lbs but the 226lb Lisa was still inside me.  

I closed that chapter after reading it out loud. I finally let 226lb Lisa go.  I thanked her for what she taught me, but asked her to never come back again. 

I became a difference maker.  

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Childish Excuses

I call BULLSHIT.  Based on my own experience I know what’s behind all of your excuses to eat healthy... 

Paper Plate Special

I love to find household items to use in workouts.  

This workout uses paper plates as gliders.  Cheap & easy!  Well, easy to grab the paper plates but not easy exercises to perform.   

Watch as my client demos “The Paper Plate Special”

 

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Nothing Half Ass About My Half Marathon

My first half marathon at age 47.  

I’m still amazed I did it.  My goals were get to the starting line, not stop & get to the finish line.  Oh and not die.  

I’m proud I did it but have no desire to do it again.  

My 226lb self never would have been able to do this.   

I ran for her.  

Breaking Down Walls

Watch the video to see how I trained Vanessa to face her fear head on & knock it down.  All this was to prepare her for the Mud Run she was planning on doing. 

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All that hard work paid off.  Vanessa earned that Mud Run medal.  She broke down that wall.   She said it was really hard but not nearly as hard as not doing it.  

She said her “I ams” got her through the race.  “I am focused”, “I am doing this”, “I am ready”, “I am breaking down the wall”.  Vanessa learned that her mind is stronger than her body.

Her mind broke down that wall.  

Filthy Fifty

My trainer, Matt Enriquez, gave this workout to me during my 80lb weight loss journey.  Now I’m paying it forward : )

Modify by not using weights for the step backs, jumping lunges & high knee presses.  Just do lunges instead of jumping lunges.  Squats instead of goblet squats.  For the squats be sure your weight is on the heels & push butt back like you are peeing in the woods!

 Step backs make sure knee stays in alignment with ankle not over the toe!  

Make sure you thrust your hips forward aggressively during the swings  & squeeze your butt tight.  

Lunges keep the knee aligned with ankle.

 Pelvic thrust make sure you squeeze your butt tight on way up & pause at the top.  

Enjoy!  

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Sassy & Sober

Click the link below the workout to see how I stayed sober on St.Patty’s Day during my weight loss journey.

Earn your corned beef, cabbage & green beer! Or do this as a fasted workout the next morning to burn off all those indulgences. 

 

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Click here to find out why St.Patrick’s Day is so special for this sassy polish lass: 

Sassy & Sober  

Sassy & Sober  

My Free Skincare Product

I’m always being asked what my skincare routine is, what products I use & how I keep my skin so healthy.  The answer is simple.  Clean eating plus water.  LOTS of water.  I carry a water bottle around all day.  I drink about a gallon a day.  I infuse it with cucumbers, lemon, berries & mint.  

Your skin is the biggest organ in your body so you must treat it from the inside out.  Just like weight loss, the change happens on the inside first then you see it on the outside.

 If you want healthy, dewy, plump, clear skin then change what you put inside your body to see it happen in your skin.  People spend mountains of money on expensive skincare products when the best one is sitting for free right in their kitchen sink.  

This is a great article on the power of water:

Why Drinking Water Is Good For Your Skin | POPSUGAR Beauty

 

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Cheers

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Earn Your Cake & Eat It Too

 I have a huge sweet tooth.  In the beginning of my weight loss journey my trainer banished all sugar & sweet treats from my diet.  He told me I was a sugar addict.  I suggested just cutting back like a true addict.  He said “NO SUGAR”.  Not even fruit or fruit juices the first 3 months.

I had to learn self control, detox & clear my mind, body & soul from my sugar addiction.  I had to stop turning to sugar to comfort me.  I had to peel off not just the layers of fat but more importantly the layers inside.  Real change happens inside first then you see it on the outside. 

After 3 months I had lost 30lbs & 30 inches off my entire body by eating paleo & exercising 6 days a week. it was my daughter’s first communion which of course required a cake. I ordered very indulgent cake plus cookies from a popular bakery.   Those were for our family & friends coming.  The non paleo people.  The people who made fun of my new found “caveman diet”.  The people who said “paleo isn’t real food” which if they had educated themselves at all would have realized paleo is only real food.  

My trainer made me my own paleo chocolate cake complete with frosting, the most important part.  He gave me 3 slices; one for me, my husband & my daughter.  He was smart.  He knew willpower was a muscle you need to exercise & that muscle wasn’t strong enough yet to handle an entire cake in my home.  He said my home needed to be my safe haven.  You can’t eat what’s not there.  So on the day of her celebration he handed me the container with 3 slices of cake.  Everyone was making fun of my “cake” actually using air quotes to describe it.

 My trainer's kind gesture got me through feeling deprived at my daughter’s special occasion & taught me I can actually be satiated with one slice of cake as opposed to the entire cake I used to eat.  It’s a very dense rich cake that even I am not capable of eating more than a slice in one sitting.  That slice of cake drew more attention than if Martha Stewart baked a cake.   Everyone wanted to try a bite to see what “this paleo thing was all about”.   They said “wow it actually looks good”  & “it even has frosting?”  

The same people who had inquired if I was getting a “real cake” were now standing there wolfing down their  diabates sugar coma inducing cake AND cookies, yet they were badgering me to try a bite of the one small slice I was allocated.  

I  told them: hire Matt, pay your dues yourself & earn this fucking piece of “cake” like I have.  

Enjoy your cake.  You fucking earned it.

 

 

 

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