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Always busy? Try these tips to add exercise into your day.

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1. Ankle weights. If you regularly wear pants to work, this is perfect for you. Putting a two pound weight, or more, on both legs will increase how hard your legs have to work during your regular movements. If you move around a lot during your day, then the extra calorie burn will add up fast. If you spend most of your time sitting, you can do leg lifts and other seated exercises while you work, and the weights will add a little extra oomph. Bonus tip: put an alarm on your phone to go off every hour, and perform a set of exercises every time it goes off. There’s no worrying about “remembering” anything throughout the day.

2. Resistance bands. These are lightweight, mobile, and easy to shove in your desk or bag so that it doesn’t feel like an extra chore to have them around. Anytime that you’re sitting, or performing an activity that requires little to no movement, pull out some resistance bands. You can loop them around your ankles and use both legs against each other, or wrap them around your desk leg to do some bicep curls. The possibilities are endless.

3. Stand every hour. Just like with tip #1, setting an hourly alarm on your phone is an easy way to remind yourself to move. If you sit all day, get up and take a lap around the office. If you’re on your feet most of the day, try some calf raises. These two are easy to do without too many coworkers noticing, but if you are truly shameless then doing some squats will be worth the effort. Ten squats every hour during a regular eight hour work day adds up to 80 squats a day, but feels a lot easier since you’re only doing ten an hour.

4. Take advantage of your lunch break. Most of the time, we look forward to our lunch break as a time to chit chat, catch up on Facebook, or surf the Internet mindlessly. Getting up and moving for even part of your lunch break can burn some extra calories, and also give you a chance to decompress. When it’s nice out, go for a walk around the block or wherever you can around your work. The sunshine will instantly make you feel ten times better and energize you for the second half of the day. If there’s a coworker you look forward to catching up with every day, go for a walk together! Having a light lunch means more time to move, and having something you can eat on the go is even better. If you can’t go out and walk during your break, you can do some of the previously mentioned exercises right where you are.

5. Create a game. This would be a fun way to get others involved. Do you have a coworker that overuses a certain word? Challenge your coworkers to one minute of walking everytime the word is said. Is your copy machine constantly jamming? Add ten squats for every misfeed. Think of the phrase, “If I had a nickel every time…” and replace that nickle with an exercise of some sort. It will certainly add up! As your colleagues begin to notice things that happen frequently around the work place, everyone will be adding their own touch to it. You will laugh, bond, and ultimately get to know your colleagues a bit better each day. Personally, I’d be in AWESOME shape if a did an exercise every time I lost something I was just holding.

Remember, health and wellness can work ten-fold when enjoying it with others. 

Exercise sucks. And so does everything else.

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There’s something so unique about starting a fitness routine after missing your workouts for, well, ever. And by unique I mean absolutely miserable.

A couple of years ago I decided I really wanted to get healthy, and what inspired me the most was the “Tone It Up” Program. I started running every day and doing their assigned workouts early in the morning. I woke up at 4am every day and worked out, made myself a healthy breakfast, came home, and ran a few miles. I looked great, felt great, and I was so proud of what I had accomplished. After about 4 months of this, I hurt my shoulder and began a two year battle with Workman’s Comp, but that’s another story. As the injury progressed, I slowly lost the ability to do even basic exercise, and something as simple as walking would jar my shoulder too much.

Enter depression.

I had been on that natural runner’s high for quite some time and being basically immobilized was a total disruption to what my mind and body had thrived on. A year and a half later I was 50 pounds heavier, suicidal, and in a hole of self-loathing that I couldn’t even see my way out of.

I have battled my mental health my entire life, starting with “fits” of anxiety when I was a kid, to angry depression as a teen, and I cycled through eating disorders and various methods of self-harm. I would have these days where I would just cry and cry and I didn’t really know why, but I believed that I was at fault for everything that wasn’t quite right. My mom would try to comfort me through it, but when I couldn’t tell her what I was upset about, she got pretty frustrated. From the outside looking in, I imagine it would be extremely frustrating to see someone you love in so much pain for seemingly no reason at all. I get that. We went through this more and more often, and eventually I tried to isolate my emotions as much as possible, because I didn’t want to make her mad. So, I cried in my room when everyone was asleep. I cried in my car whenever I had a long drive. I cried at work while I was in a room, or my office, by myself.

Days like this usually started with a precursor of a couple of “off” days, where I just couldn’t get excited and I didn’t have the energy to feel anything. And then, suddenly, there would be a trigger of some sort, and the dam of my emotions broke down and basically spilled out everywhere, taking out every one and every thing in its path. One time the trigger was being told to watch how many tootsie rolls I ate. One time the trigger was being asked if I said something I wasn’t supposed to. Even though I hadn’t said anything, I automatically felt like I screwed everything up.

When I got healthy, not only physically but also mentally by giving myself something to be proud of, it seemed like the worst of those days were behind me. I was a fool to think that I could really “escape” it.

After losing a close childhood friend to suicide, I realized that I needed to seek out help because I was having the same thoughts she was. I felt an incredible load of self-loathing and honestly believed that everyone would be better off without me. When I started seeing my therapist, I’ll call her Julie, I was pretty convinced that she had no idea what she was in for. Julie had to tape two pieces of paper together to draw my family tree, because that ish is complicated. In the meantime, she had to take notes on the family tree of each person and how they had influenced my life in any number of ways. Then she taped some more paper together to create a timeline of all the crazy I’ve lived with in my short 23 years so far. Many of our sessions involved an incident, a family member, and their impact on my self-esteem.

Julie was the first person to address my childhood sexual abuse.

Julie was the first person to explain to me that so much of NOW is a result of THEN.

Christmas Eve of 2014, I wanted to die. I had an early dismissal from school the day before and went right to urgent care, because I had some stupid virus that made me want to bang my head against a wall because that might MAYBE help clear my sinuses up. And then I cried. I don’t think I even got out of my car. I went home and cried some more. I told my fiancé that I didn’t want to be alive anymore. The only reason I never acted on these thoughts was because I didn’t want to hurt the people I love, and my dog would think I left her. I probably cared more about my dog being sad than anything else, in all honesty.

Over a year later now, I am medicated and I am so happy to have found the right combination of medications that work for me. I had heard horror stories of what others have been through when trying to find the right meds. I had two surgeries since then for my stupid shoulder, and now I’m trying to get myself back into fitness and into a wedding dress. My appetite fluctuates between “hibernation” and “getting ready for hibernation,” but my biggest struggle is chronic fatigue. I went to the gym several times last week but haven’t been getting much sleep the last few days, so I’ve just been going home and laying down.

And then when I exercise I absolutely hate everything in that moment.

And then I’m sore.

And then I get cranky and eat some chocolate.

And then I cry because I’m so damn out of shape and I hate myself.

And my brain is still trying to figure out when it’s time to be happy, and when it’s time to be sad, and everything in between.

I brought my gym bag to work with me today, but I’m still here typing this post and “working late”. In about two and a half hours it will be time for me to go to bed so that I can get a full 8 hours of sleep and actually be awake and functioning tomorrow. And then I’ll do ALL THE EXERCISE. At least that’s what I tell myself every afternoon when I’m trying to get myself motivated to go to the gym.

Sigh.

So here’s to starting over.

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