Dynamics of the gym...

It's really interesting to sit back and just watch the dynamics of the gym. Today at the gym, I really found myself paying attention to the male ego. I've put the guys into categories that I've been noticing for awhile. I often try to pay attention to people I feel have great form, are in great shape, and are not playing around. It helps to push me and keep me "Focused". While the following groups are describing the guys I've seen, ladies can fit into these categories as well. Let's get started...

The first group you have are the "Arnold's". These are the guys that are so insanely in shape, you have to worry whether or not they've been adding a little extra to the punch (if you know what I mean).

The second group is a step down from Arnold, we'll call them "Buff's". These are the guys who are in really good shape that move around the gym like they're walking on water. They share their time: working out, chumming it up with the ladies, and staring in the mirror.

The third group, you'll always find with the Buff's. These guys are the "Groupies". They worship the ground that the Buff's walk on and wish they could one day be an official "Buff" member. These are the guys that are always giving hi-fives, laughing it up, do anything they can to distract everyone from their lack of self-confidence and/or muscle.

The fourth group I call "Focused". The Focused are super serious about working out. They don't come to the gym to socialize or to make friends. They are there to workout and get 'er done. They come ready to workout and have an exact plan of how to do so.

The fifth and last group are the "Fakers". These are the guys who come to the gym just for the sake of saying that they came to the gym. They really may start with good intentions of working out but once they get there, they are either clueless about what they need to do OR they are too out of shape to do what they see everyone else doing. Sometimes they become intimidated and instead of focusing on bettering themselves, they are worried about how they look to everyone else. These guys are also sometimes intimidated by the Buff's and the Focused.

Now, I'm not saying this is true of all gym's or that it represents everyone that's in the gym but in my experience since I've been training, these are the groups I've seen. You may come up with your own categories. See if you see the same. The next time you go to the gym, see if you can notice who goes into which group.

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Seeing results...

I'm officially a month into training and eating. I have my supplement schedule down and am very faithful to eating my meals. What I've noticed is that when you are not doing the right thing i.e. eating, exercising, you stay as far as you can away from the mirrors. Makes sense right? If you're feeling "fat", you avoid all contact with the mirror. It's as if the mirror becomes your Kyptonite and with any glance or speck of light in the mirror, we immediately become weak with self-defeating thoughts and behavior. This of course what happens when you aren't doing those things. This is a completely different experience when you are doing those things.

When you are doing the right thing, you can't keep your neck out of the mirror. Any mirror you walk by, you start sashaying around like Sandra from 227 screaming "Maarrrryyyyy". Or at least this is my perception of what has been happening to me. For me, I have noticed that I can't keep my little self out of that mirror. Not being vain, just trying to see the change I want to become. And you know what, I can't see it, that's another thing that happens when you start doing the right thing. Because I see myself everyday, I can't see anything different. I'll be honest, it is so frustrating. I want the muscle tone and blah, blah, blah but I just don't see it. It's very discouraging. I've been working and I mean working hard for a month and I can't see it. This gives me a little doubt that I will be able to make it by October.

Then, you hear that one thing you've been longing to hear..."You look good" or "Wow, have you lost weight?" or "Man, look at the guns?". The hubby is amazing at giving me that motivation and combatting my self-doubt. So as I move into another workout, another week, another month, I'm ready to attack it and when I'm down, which I know I will be, he'll be there to pick my pitiful, self-loathing self right on up.

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Smile for the Camera

From Day One, Beast has been telling me that he needs to take photos of me and I think "Uggghhh" (just like Charlie Brown). While I'm fit, I've never been tight and toned. This is because while I'm healthy, I do like to eat. I don't have as much definition as I would like. A lot of "working out" to me was doing cardio and rarely lifting weights. This year, that changed. I got a trainer and he worked me out pretty good but I wasn't taking in nearly enough protein so my results were small if any. Side note....too much cardio will hurt you in the end. Your strength will be minimal and while you will look skinny, your body can cannabilize on your muscles. Don't believe me, look it up !~).

Anyhoo, back to the pictures. Beast and I finally got our schedules right and the day finally came for "dun, dun, dunnnnnnnnnn (piano keys)....the pictures". I'm working out and Beast strolls in the gym like Goliath and asks me if I'm ready. I have to take the photos in a sports bra and shorts (which I had to buy because I don't have shorts). We go into the fitness studio and I get my first dose of posing lessons. He shows me what the four quarter turns are and has me practice them. This was so awkward to me and much harder than I thought it would be. After practicing for about ten or so minutes, the last go around, he takes my pictures from all corners.

Not as bad as I thought it would be. I have to believe in myself more and know that I look pretty good. As we're leaving, Beast tells me that I am fine but now its time to start competition diet and exercise regimen. He tells me how much I need to lose and that I should get that new training stuff next week. I don't know what the diet will be but I know I'll be working out twice a week which I can totally do because I'm in education and "Schools out for Summer"!!

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Hair, Exercise, and the Big stage...

As you can tell by my name, I'm a natural girl. I transitioned for a year and with the kind encouragement of well we'll just call her KD, I did my big chop last summer. No regrets, I've been taking the year to learn my "new hair" and like McDonald's "I'm lovin it"(singing, of course). I wanted to take a moment to talk about hair.

Before I went au naturale, I was a perm wearing sister. This never stopped me from going to the gym though. I can't understand why someone would compromise their health for the sake of a hairstyle. This is not about to be a bash against anyone. I don't care how you wear your hair. Like I have said repeatedly, it's all about being healthy. This issue is such a hot topic, it was even on the news. Of course the content focused on black women but it would have been anyone who forsakes going to the gym until right before they are going to see their hairstylists again. I even heard a lady say that she usually works out twice a week, the two days before her next appointment. Let's get serious ladies, get in the gym.

On another note, I fro'd the hair out this week and unfortunately forgot my head band for the gym to turn it into a puff. If you know nothing about natural hair, let me give you this equation: hair plus sweat/water plus heat = hugeness. This is exactly what my hair was halfway through the workout. During lunges, the guy that introduced me to Beast cam to speak. You know what, let's give him a name. Let's call him "Diesel". During my rest between sets, we are chitchatting about Beast's upcoming show but while we are talking, he's not looking at my face, his eyes are fixated on the fro. Now I am totally aware that the fro is completely out of control but you would think that I was Medusa and had snakes on my head. Then he asks, "What's up with the hair?" My first reaction is to go sister girl on him but I remain reserved, after all we are in public. I politely ask "What do you mean?"(If you know me, you can hear my sweet little voice). He's like, "I'm not saying it doesn't look good but are you going to have it like that for the show?" ......................What is THAT supposed to mean? I've already detoxed from the creamy crack an have come into my own as a natural woman. To this date, I have not straightened my hair since my chop. Am I supposed to straighten my hair now for the sake of looking like everyone else on the stage? I am completely aware that sisters are a minority in this arena, I'm cool with that, but am I going to be deducted points because of my hair? That's not right.

The first show I went to had a natural sister on the stage, and i thought it was amazing to see her natural hair up on that stage. I don't know how I will wear my hair for the show but it is quite unsettling that I have to even think about it now...

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Eating is interesting

Beast gave me my vitamin regimen and my exercise routine. When I saw the amount of vitamins I had to take, my eyes bugged out of my head like the cartoon characters do when they see something extreme. On a daily basis, I take about 15 pills including Calcium, Vitamins C & E, prenatals, etc. Yes, prenatals. They include everything a woman needs in her body times two, of course. Not to mention, healthy hair and nails. To keep myself organized, I bought two pill organizers: one for day and one for night. One of my co-workers laughs at me when I pull it out for lunch but its necessary because it helps me keep all of my pills organized day and it keeps me from opening twenty bottles twice a day. On to the meals...

As I mentioned earlier, I am a pescetarian, meaning a veggie with fish. Beast is excited about this little quality because I'll be his first veggie competitor. My regular regimen included beans, Boca, ad fish every now and then. I at five to six meals a day like they suggest. Hold on, let's back up. About five years ago, I was about thirty pounds heavier. Love and being comfortable is one helluva drug. After seeing a photo of myself on New Year's Day, I could not believe what I had let happened. I was athletic in high school and college unfortunately I kept those same eating habits but forgot that it was the movement and exercise that kept me fit. So I made an appointment with a nutritionist at my gym and BOOM... thirty pounds gone and I'm feeling great. I've been able to keep it off ever since.

I became a veggie while fasting during Lent. Me and hubbie gave up meat and after 48 days, we kept it going. Two years later and here we are. Who knows, maybe in some years we'll incorporate back in but we will definitely have to be completely organic. Yet I digress, back to Beast. Beast has me eating the exact schedule that I'm used to but with a WHOLE lot of protein. Eggs, oatmeal, fish, protein powder, brown rice. Ahhh, but the thing that keeps me sane is my "cheat meal". One day a week, excuse me, one meal a week, I can have anything I want. This is my sanity and treasure.

Let's fastforward three weeks. I'm entering into my fourth week of this routine and my body has adjusted to the increase in food daily, the vitamins, and the workout. I'm finding myself stronger each week as I increase my weight. Next week in week four, we'll see what happens.

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The road begins....

So, I'm at the gym one day and run into "someone" I know who I see quite often. After small chit-chat, I mention that I'm interested in competing blah, blah, blah, he tells me about a guy they call "Beast" he is training with for his first show. After finishing my workout, he points "Beast" out and of course this guy is MASSIVE. He's sweating bullets on the treadmill; the incline is on like 50 and speed 90 (exaggerating of course). I'm already doubting my decision. We talk and he's like, "So when you ready to start". At this point, there is no turning back. I mean, I work out with these folks and see them in the gym all the time. If I punk out, I'm going to have to change up my whole routine to avoid them, you know. If I back down now, I'll forever be the girl who (in a girlie whiny voice) "said she wanted to train but didn't no". I'm all in...

In our initial meeting, Beast asks me to give him my weight, three days of meals, and my current exercise regime. All of these were simple, except, I don't own a scale. I know that's hard to believe but I don't. So I buy a scale and I get a pretty good one. Beast told me I needed a glass one and for $5 more, I purchased the one with body fat, muscle, and I can't remember the last thing it does, but its nice. Weighing yourself is such an emotional experience. On a daily basis we are spoon fed stereotypical images of beauty and we believe that this is what it is suppose to be like. I mean why are the wealthiest people some of the thinnest, sickest looking people in America that is? I mean who says that the girl whose ribs you can see is the sexiest person on Earth? Who decides this mess? Ok, I was dodging the bullet with political talk. Here it is...128.

I know what you're thinking. She's such a hypocrite. She's trying to flaunt across stage in a little bathing suit to have people judge her body. This is different. Im happy with my body now because I'm healthy. I don't care how much you weigh, as long as you're healthy. Don't judge me!!!

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