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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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...

On This Day One Year Ago...

Every morning since we moved to NYC from Arizona feels like I’m Nicolas Cage in the movie “Family Man”.  Nothing is familiar even after 10 months of living here.  

I wake up in a queen size bed, horns & sirens blaring outside that my noisy window a/c unit can’t even drown out.

 I wait for my teen daughter to be done in our one bathroom before I can even pee.  I go out to our dining room/living room/office to my hubby talking loud on a biz call and cook in a hot kitchen with no a/c toppling everything over in the cramped space.

My dog has to go outside which means I have to put on a bra, shoes & actual clothes since I train clients in my building who I run Into.  I wait forever for her to pee since she still isn’t used to relieving herself publicly on the sidewalk.  

No one is familiar even after 10 months.  I see clients & think “You are very nice but where are all my Az BAMs?” I facetime my Az clients & hate the barrier of the phone between us wishing I could walk thru my Apple iPhone portal to give them a hug.

I somehow got myself elected as PA President of Beacon High school.  I run board meetings hearing all the demands & think  “Who are you people & what do you want from me?”  

The one familiar person I knew here who actually wanted me to come here has declared “I am dead” to him.  He’s correct: the Az Lis is dead.  

NYC Lis has been resurrected in her place.  Even though that friendship turned out to be toxic I still miss him.  He was the only familiar person besides my family here.  

There are times I feel so homesick for my former life, my tribe, that it physically hurts.  I long for our small tight knit catholic school community who prayed for us & openly talked about God.  I don’t hear the “G” word mentioned much & get the feeling it’s a taboo subject here.  

I get into my via carpool service enduring smells & conversations I do not wish to have.  I endure the subway & all its cattle car qualities complete with a myriad of distinct odors  

I lug my laundry down to the basement hoping there is an open washer & dryer. There are times when I just break down & sob telling my family let’s go back home.  Everything in NYC is harder, takes longer, is a fight.  

Yet...I have no regrets.  

As difficult as it is here, it would be much more difficult sittting in my 3,000 sq ft house with 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, letting my dog out to relieve herself in her spacious backyard complete with a pool, my central a/c,  a kitchen the size of my entire nyc apt, driving my car around enjoying the solitude & lovely fresh new car scent, doing laundry in my own washing machine, waking up in my king size bed & lingering in my private jacuzzi tub. 

The trade off of seeing all my familiar, loving people and keeping all the comforts of my former life would have been the nagging question that we would have been asking every day:  “What would have happened if we had said yes to Beacon High school & moved to NYC?”

I’d be disappointed in myself that I chose to stay comfortable, that I chose convenience over challenge, that I chose to not grow.

So yes it’s fucking hard since I moved here but not nearly as hard as the regrets I’d have if we hadn’t moved. 

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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.   

I Choose...

I love when clients reach this point in their journey...

Beautiful Words

My clients are my gifts...

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Me & Matt

I always thought Matt, my trainer told me, “Do exactly what I tell you & this will work”.  I was shocked when I read this & it was me saying to Matt, “Tell me what to do & I will do it”.  

He always told me it was me all along, that I did this & therefore all the credit goes to me, not him.  So this is me finally owning my power—only took 5 years. 

Thank you Matt & my Alive Family.  I miss you all but carry you in my heart forever. 

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My Alive Family 

Matt in the middle : ) 

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Matt teaching my daugher how to bench press 

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Matt giving me a lift  

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The gym class loser now turned Fitness Director  

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Lazy Science

Infertility was the catalyst for me getting fat, really fat, like 226lbs, 48% body fat kinda fat.  My husband had a low sperm count so of course how does the infertility field treat male infertility?  They pump us women full of unthinkable high doses of fertility drugs in the hopes we will grow an enormous amount of eggs, in the hopes one of the eggs will get fertilized by a single sperm (in my case they had to inject the sperm into the egg).  

This is on my mind seeing that it’s Fathers Day.  My former poor quality frozen embryo asked me why on earth would they treat male factor by putting a women through all that?  Isn’t there a better way?  Good question my smart girl asks.  And I can’t believe 21 years later science still doesn’t have an answer & we still treat women for a man’s problem.  

 I can tell you that I would have done anything to get pregnant with a biological child.  But now that the smoke has cleared & I have 15 years distance between that time I’m pissed.  Not that I had a baby of course, but that I had to endure so much physically to compensate for a medical diagnosis my husband had.  I’m not angry with him but at the medical field for having nothing better to offer us besides donor sperm.   Seems like lazy science to me.  Oh well, we don’t know how to make more sperm so let’s trash the woman’s body instead or take your male partner out of the equation. 

Even my husband seems to have forgotten that I was treated for male factor infertility.  Just recently he argued with me stating “No, you had endometriosis”.  Yes, that’s true but only AFTER my body was repeatedly pumped full of hormones.  Even my own reproductive endocrinologist said “We are putting gasoline on the fire with every cycle”. 

My body will never be the same again.  It was after my baby was born that the real problems began.  Yet my pain, scars, layers of fat, mood swings, cancer scare, gaining 80lbs, post partum depression, breast feeding issues & hormonal nightmare led me exactly where I was supposed to go.  Without it I wouldn’t be sitting here in my NYC apartment with my daughter making Fathers Day breakfast & blogging for a company I created.  I wouldn’t have this incredibly rich, fulfilling life, and the daughter & career I have now.  

Yes, it was hard.  Yes, I was angry then & maybe even more angry now at science.  However it was not as hard or angry as I would have been NOT trying for a biological baby.  

So thank you lazy science for allowing me to take the road less travelled which led to me to life I was meant to live.  

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Rewrite Your Life

It’s never to late to rewrite your life.  I have many times over.  My biggest rewrite came after my weight loss journey.

 I had no idea how much my story would change. I became a trainer in my forties, and moved to NYC at 48 years old after living in Arizona for nearly 3 decades.  I opened up my own successful company at 45 years old.

 I ran for PA President of a top Manhattan school at 49 years old & won the election even though I’d never held or ran for office. 

I went from being painfully shy to speaking in front of hundreds of people on a regular basis.  I found my voice at age 45 & it keeps getting louder. 

I changed the characters in my story when needed.  During my weight loss journey I could not hang around people who didn’t value or respect my health & fitness lifestyle.  It’s no different than an alcoholic getting out of rehab & not being able to hang around her drinking buddies anymore.  

When I moved to NYC I knew one person, one “friend”.  He encouraged my family to move but when I arrived he became toxic to both me & my family.  I held on too long because I thought I needed him since I had no one familiar here.  

The familiar—the comfortable—can keep you stuck in jobs, relationships & circumstances too long.  My weight loss journey taught me to get comfortable with being uncomfortable.

 When I finally stepped out of my comfort zone new doors opened even when old doors slammed shut.  My life truly began after I lost 80 pounds because I became the main character in my own story.  

I decided I had the power to rewrite my life as many times as needed until it was  truly my own.  

Click on this link to hear more about rewriting your life.  You are worth it. 

Wishing for Waffles?

Don’t let the “paleo” part turn you off!  If you didn’t see the title & just ate these you’d never even know they were “paleo”!  I trick non-paleo peeps all the time! 

On my weight loss journey I treated myself on the weekends with these waffles.  You don’t need to give up all your indulgences, just tweak them to be healthier. 

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Easy to make!

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Quick also!

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Enjoy!!!

Raw & Real

Raw & real entry from my personal diary during my two year transformation journey of shedding 80lbs & finally finding myself again.   

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Muffins!

I gave up muffins while shedding 80lbs but now they are back in my life thanks to this delish product!  

20g  of protein in a muffin?!  

Come in several flavors but this one is my favorite!   

Enjoy your post workout muffin!   

 

 

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Fit for Life

One of the highlights of my week is teaching junior high students in my "Fit for Life" class.

I love watching the transformation of the lunches & snacks they bring to school.  

In our first class they share all the processed food they bring to school.  As the semester progresses they excitedly come in showing me their real, whole food.  "Mrs. Ceizyk, look I have a protein, fat & carb in my lunch!  Mrs. Ceizyk I get stomachaches now when I eat pizza!  Mrs. Ceizyk I'm helping my Dad who is overweight make healthier choices!"  

 They begin to notice how different food makes them feel & change their eating accordingly.  They learn that food really is medicine & fuel for their body. 

They learn to indulge in treats that are truly worth it rather than mindlessly eating whatever's in front of them.  

Athletes learn how to eat to optimize their performance.  One of my students reached a record in his one mile run by changing his eating & his mindset before the track meet.  

Another student came up to me on the last day beaming with pride about the 5lbs he lost.   

Parents notice the changes in their children & thank me for setting them on the path to a longer, healthier life.  These children are leading their parents by example.  Asking them to stop buying junk food & giving them grocery lists with healthier options for the entire family.  

If only every child had a chance to learn how to be fit for life... 

 

 

Scared to Start

I can barely remember when three miles was a struggle.  

This must be the time of year I decide to step out of my comfort zone and challenge myself. 

Last year at this time I decided to train for a half marathon.  I was filled with fear with every step I ran.  Every mile represented a mile closer to 13.1 and that number filled me with fear, anxiety & buttreflies in my stomach.   

I have never been a strong runner.  I started training too soon before the marathon & looking back I didn't even train properly.  Many other seasoned runners suggested I train more, become a stronger runner first. 

The closer it got to the marathon I kept secretly hoping I would get injured or sick or come to my senses & chicken out.

I DID IT ANYWAY. 

For me it wasn't about finishing in a certain time or keeping a certain pace or any other running related goal.  I kept saying my goal was just to finish.  That was a lie.  I lied to myself & everyone & knew once that gun went off I would finish.  I have never been the type not to finish what I start. My real goal, the one I didn't even admit to myself, was making it to the starting line, not the finishing line. It was about feeling the fear & doing it anyway. 

I crossed that finish line battered & bruised mentally, physically & emotionally.  I felt so fucking strong regardless of the pain. More alive than I had ever felt in my life.   

I could have waited till I became a stronger runner to run that half marathon.  But then I would have missed out on becoming a stronger person.