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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Travel Thursday

Pack your bags! This #TravelThursday I'm excited to share a sneak peek of my "Simpatico by the Sea" retreat with you! What to expect this Jan 24-28:

🌊 5 days / 4 nights at a private beach house

🏃🏽‍♀️💪2 workouts per day modified for all fitness levels utilizing “nature’s gym”

🥦🍠Healthy home-cooked meals prepared & eaten together to jumpstart losing 10lbs in 2 weeks

🚣‍♂️Kayaking and hiking

🧜‍♀️Swimming in the private pool       🧘🏽‍♂️Mindfulness Meditations on the beach                                                    

 https://www.ketangafitness.com/simpatico-by-the-sea-retreat 

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Simpatico by the Sea

 

 

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Big announcement!! No I’m not pregnant, or moving back to Arizona. But, for all of you clients whose dream it’s been to live with me, I’m about to make your dream (or nightmare) come true!  

Are you caring for everyone else at the expense of your own health? Do you need help putting on your own oxygen mask again? Or maybe for the first time ever?  

If you want to recognize the woman in the mirror again, then don’t waste anymore time!! Sign up for the Simpatico by the Sea retreat and show that woman in the mirror that she is worth it!!  

(Link below)  

 https://www.ketangafitness.com/simpatico-by-the-sea-retreat.html

 

Enjoy The Tunnel

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.

 Don’t walk.

Run to your high beam brilliance.


Belly of the Beast

The day I beat my “heroin” addiction...

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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.   

Miracle Meal Plan

Simpatico mind & body meal plan changed this pilots life.  

Click on his video to hear how... 

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Non Scale Victory

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... 

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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... 

I Choose...

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

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.  

Just Get to the Starting Line

When I weighed 226lbs my trainer would run around the building with me.  

After I lost about 50lbs he would send me out to run alone.  I asked him why he didn’t run with me anymore & he said “I ran with you in the beginning because I wasn’t sure you’d make it around the building even once”.

 I felt like I would die running around that building when I was that heavy.  He would say “Just start & before you know it you will be finished”. 

But even after I lost weight, running was still a struggle for me.  I’d get out of breath quick, and after 3 minutes I wanted to quit. 

When my sis-in-law, a seasoned marathon runner, asked me to do a half marathon with her, for some odd reason,which is still unclear to me to this day, I said “ok”!  

So the training began.  Running 3-4 times a week with someone who is faster & more seasoned than me was frustrating & hurt my ego at times.  

I kept at the training because I didn’t want to die running 13.1 miles.  It scared the shit of me—13.1 miles is a lot more than the laps I had been running around the building.

 Up to that point I’d only run a mile at most. 

I pushed through even when I didn’t want to get up at 4:30 a.m. before the Tucson summer heat kicked in.  A friend even told me I wasn’t built for running & I was too old to run my first half marathon.  

 I was determined to get myself to the starting line.  Yes that’s right, the STARTING line not the finishing line.  

I realized it’s much harder to get myself to the starting line; once the starting gun went off I’d knew I’d finish.  For me the victory was not in finishing the race but actually starting the race.  

 I was begging God the night before to give me food poisoning or a broken toe or anything that would prevent me from getting to that starting line.  Instead he gave me the gift of facing my fear & running right through it.   

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In training even on vacation on our 25th Anniversary.  I fell down, got a little hurt but picked myself off & still ran back to our hotel.  

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I made it.  The starting line.  Facing my fear head on.   

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First 5k

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My daughter would run with me on days I needed an extra push. 

My first & only 11 mile run along the Hudson River on vacation.  The night before I was at a scotch bar but I still got up & trained.  I was dedicated to not dying the day of the half marathon.  My fear was my biggest motivator. 

 

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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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.