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:
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...
I came to NYC to work for a production company three years ago. The limo picked me up & took me through the Lincoln Tunnel.
Little did I know that was yet another metaphor for my life. Going through the tunnel would lead me to a life I never imagined. Or maybe I did imagine it, i just never never imagined I’d act on it.
I remember feeling nervous excitement during that ride through the tunnel. I soaked it up knowing that as soon as I hit the end of the tunnel my life would never be the same.
I recently went through that same tunnel. All the feelings of my first time through came flooding back. The only difference is this time at the end of the tunnel was my home.
I found my way through the darkness & not only found the light, but also found my home. I realized the light waiting for me at the end of the tunnel was coming from inside me, not anything or anyone outside of me.
I am the light.
My true self has been waiting for me at the end of every dark tunnel I’ve ever been through.
The light always comes. This I promise you. The tunnel won’t last forever. Some are longer, some are shorter, but there’s always a light at the end. You are the light.
Run to your high beam brilliance.
“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.
Don’t allow an inanimate object to control your life, your day, or your mood.
During my weight loss journey there were many victories along the way although the scale was not moving fast enough for my liking.
In the first three months, my blood pressure normalized for the first time in 5 years. My blood sugar stabilized & I was able to go off metformin. My lipid panel normalized so heart disease & heart attack were no longer a concern.
I could no longer eat the way I used to or I’d get severe heartburn, feel sluggish & cranky, especially if I skipped a workout.
I no longer hid in pictures. I wanted to go shopping for smaller size clothes.
My insides were healing & it was finally showing up on the outside.
I love hearing clients like the one in this video proclaim their nonscale victories for the first time...
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.