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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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...

Belly of the Beast

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

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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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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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I Choose...

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

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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How Did I Get My Daughter Into a Top Ten Manhattan School?

One decision changed the course of our lives.  If my daughter had not gotten into Beacon High School I never would have moved here.   I also knew if she did get in we were going to give her this opportunity no matter the cost.

 I left it in God’s hands and prayed “Ok God I will go where you lead us”.  On July 15th I got official notice she got in.  We put our house on the market.  Aug.4th I was on a plane to move & set up a landing pad for us.  

We lost much in the process—a home we had lived in for 14 years, our savings, and the familiarity of a a comfortable suburban life   We left behind our family & friends & had to start our careers & life over in a city where we knew only one person.

What we gained is so much more valuable than what we lost: strength as a family, showing our daughter by example that you can do anything you put your mind to, & most important: how to be brave.  Thank you fear: without you we couldn’t have been brave.

Do I ever regret it?  Yes.

But I would have regretted not doing it so much more. 

Click on link below to view more of the story of my unusual way of getting my daughter into this top 10 Manhattan Highschool:

Proud Beacon Highschool Student  

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Even prouder Beacon Highschool Parent  

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Legit invite this year  

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The portal to our new NYC life  

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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  

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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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!!!

Holiday Habits

Click on the link to see what habit Vanessa was determined to break this holiday season. 

It all started with an "I am" on December 2017

See if her "I am" became her reality on January 1st, 2018.

Destinations

Destinations are where we begin again... 

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High Client

Warning: 

HIIT leads to an incredible high.... 

New Yorkers love their pot.  It's everywhere. In school bathrooms, subways, sidewalks, porch stoops, parks, the river, privacy of apartments.  You can't walk down a street not smelling pot. 

Its no wonder given the lifestyle.   

I have seen my own clients get high on a daily basis.  I get high on a daily basis.  We get a HIIT once a day of our own endorphins.  Best high ever.   

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It also goes the opposite way for me.  Not working out makes me very depressed.  It's my pot & Prozac all rolled into one HIIT.