Category Archives: Get Fit With Nick

Paranoia

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I believe that the honeybuns in the office vending machine are out to get me.

 

 Have you ever noticed that about 2 hours after eating a Lean Cuisine meal you’re even hungrier than you were before having it?

There I am, standing in the lunchroom, dutifully heating up my 320 calorie Lean Cuisine lunch, and my eyes stray to the vending machine. I try to be sly, just glazing over ALL the selections, but I know where my heart is… inside the sugary center of the honeybun on the bottom row.

As I stand there, I SWEAR that I can hear it calling me, tauntingly, begging me to take it back to my desk, asking me to claim it as my own. With herculean effort I beak my gaze and head back to the microwave, where my lunch is finally done heating up (BTW, my little frozen veggie egg roll and rice took EIGHT MINUTES to cook!).

I stir my rice and prepare my meal, and try to think of all the reasons why I shouldn’t abandon my lunch in favor of a honeybun:

  1. It’s 700 calories.
  2. It’s in a vending machine. Who knows how long it’s been sitting there?
  3. It’s 700 calories.
  4. It’s full of useless sugar that I do not need unless I’m trying to become a diabetic.
  5. It’s 700 calories.
  6. It’s full of weird preservatives (I know, I’m eating a frozen lean cuisine, so what’s the difference? Which leads me to point # 7:
  7. It’s 700 calories.

Shying past the vending machine to ease out the door, I cast one final look at the 700-calorie honeybun, knowing that we’re not meant to be. I head back to my desk to scarf down my sad little lunch before my next meeting.

Just so you know, my eggroll was not as beautifully crispy as it appeared on the box. I’ve had the Lean Cuisine pot stickers and rice before, and LOVED it, so thought I’d venture further and try the eggroll. Per the instructions, I slit the plastic covering the dish to help steam the rice and eggroll. The sauce from the rice made the already oversteamed eggroll super soggy (WHO STEAMS AN EGGROLL?!? Oh, lean cuisine does LOL) and what had looked like a delectable lunchtime treat on the box was now a sad,  bland, soggy reality at my desk. With 35 minutes left before my meeting and a tight budget, I had no choice but to choke down the sad, sad little eggroll.

As I whimper quietly over my little dish of food, I thought longingly of my super sticky sweet partner in crime, encased in cellophane and a vending machine. If only we could be together! Alas, it was not meant to be :/

Now how many people do you know daydream about honeybuns?? I either need a vacation or a sugar fix. Stat!

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poke, Poke, POKE!

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Anyone ever get “poked” on Facebook?

 

 And no, this isn’t the beginning of a dirty joke.

 

I’ve had several people ask me what it means to “poke” someone on FB, and I just kinda make stuff up. I have no idea if what I’m telling people is right. All I know is what poking means to me.

 

 These days if someone says something about poking or getting poked you automatically think social media! I got poked today… LITERALLY.

 

Some sick, deeply disturbed and sadistic vendor brought Ghirardelli cookies to our office this afternoon – big yummy soft ones. I mean, cookies thicker than your hand and bigger than a small pancake. There were macadamia nut, chocolate chip and turtle!

 

Then just to add fire to gasoline, one of my coworkers placed her recently purchased girl scout cookies out for everyone to enjoy.

 

We all swarmed around the cookies like vultures on roadkill. Just as I was reaching my chubby paw to break off a small piece of the macadamia nut cookie, I felt a sharp poke! right in my backfat, on the righthand said of my back, in the bra fat area… you know… the worst back fat area to be poked in?

 

One of my coworkers – who has been a huge supporter of my quest to lose weight – was poking me! I know she didn’t do it to be rude, but just to remind me of my priorities. Still… oh, the shame!

 

That poke snapped my fat ass back to reality. I had NO business whatsoever pigging out over cookies!! I need to stay focused on my goal… to lose weight and be able to wear gym shorts in public. That poke was more than a poke. It was a lifeline dragging me back onto the bandwagon.

 

I sighed and withdrew my cookie bid.

 

Then I sighed again… SMILED… and grabbed that little quarter of a cookie and ATE IT. It tasted so good!!!! Poking be damned!

 

Moral of the story? I can still be on the bandwagon and be working towards my goals without making myself miserable. I’m betting that quarter of a cookie stopped me from going goatshit postal and eating every girl scout and ghirardelli cookie within a ten-mile radius.

 

 So …thanks for the poke! 🙂

 

Dead Bugs, Planking

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Dear Meredith-the-Trainer-from-Hell,

Just wanted to let you know that I am spreading your gospel about health and wellness.

Today I walked into the Finance department at work and they were all complaining about how tired and slepy they were since it was a Friday afternoon. I offered to pep them up with 10 quick jumping jacks, which I did myself as an example.  Granted, while I was doing them, my pants started to slipp down my butt (which I take as a good sign) and my boobs almost gave me a black eye, but I did them anyway and felt super energized!

Apparently that wasn’t enough to hold their attention.

After careful thought I suggested planking followed by your specialty, “Dead Bugs”. That got them alert!!!

As they were strugglingto figure out which arm went with which leg, I thought of how, as I struggled to do them under your instruction, you used to laugh and talk about how funny people looked when doing Dead Bugs. Watching other people do them gave me a little objectivity and I found myself trying not to laugh my head off at these poor people.

After sweating and crying and finally rolling back into a sitting position, one of them asked me “what muscles is the Dead Bugs exercise supposed to work out?”

My answer:

“I have no idea. I thought it was just random torture exercise that my trainer made up!”

They all agreed with me that you’re the trainer-from-hell.

Just thought you’d like to know I’m spreading the good word to far and wide, including my place of business 🙂

 Sincerely,

 The Sunburnt Peach

Finish Line

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I just sent this out to my family and friends…

Hi everyone,

The final video is up! Here’s the link: http://www.nba.com/magic/getfit_part8_100511.html

Before you watch this, I want to say something.

 

I did not win the competition.

(gasp! *SPOILER ALERT*)

Lol.

 

…and that’s ok! I am extremely proud that I put myself out there and did this, and saw it through to the end of the competition. Do I think it would have been a super long shot for a woman to lose more weight than 2 guys? Yes. Am I mad/bitter/upset about it? NO. Is this the end of my working to get fit? ABSOLUTELY NOT.

 

I would NEVER have stuck through this crazy thing without the support of each and every one of you… and every person that you forwarded this to that I don’t even know who voted for me or was inspired by me, or cared enough to watch the videos and share my journey. I can’t thank you enough for giving me a few minutes of your time each week to watch the videos, to vote, read my blog, to stop me in the halls at work or ask me on Facebook or by email or whatever about how the competition was going and to share your words of encouragement.

 

I think it’s amazing that people kept saying they were inspired by me – I feel like it was the other way around!! At the very beginning there were a few times I felt like giving up, but I couldn’t do it – I would have disappointed not only myself, but everyone that was cheering for me. I’m so glad I didn’t quit!!! I gained so much from this competition – some muscle mass, a wonderful experience, training, education and most importantly confidence in myself change my life.  So don’t be sad or disappointed that I didn’t win… no, that means I won’t be inviting you to my winner’s suite at an Orlando Magic game anytime soon but I might be inviting you to join me at a spinning class (my new favorite class)! It also means I’m on track to a better quality of life, and for that I can’t thank you enough.

With that said, I hope you enjoy the last video of GET FIT WITH NICK!

Hugs,

renee

****So my post doesn’t end here.

My supporters have been just so amazing!

 

I wanted to post some of the kind and amazing messages people have been sending me over the last 8 weeks. This isn’t all of them, but some I wanted to share with everyone. Enjoy.

 

So proud of you!!! You totally got this. Excited to see next week J

Jennifer T

 

 

Yay! Go Renee!!! And a quote from when you first found out “Shut your face!”

Valencia S

 

 

Aw Renee, you’re so cute! Good Job!!!! You’re always a Weiner to me J

Leah W

 

 

AWESOME  Renee !!!!  I’m praying for your success!! You can do it girl !! Whooo Hooo

Sandra N

 

 

Go girl… You looked great. I know it will be hard at first but hang in there. As the weeks go by it will get easier as you get stronger.
Carolyn  M

 

 

I voted team Renee!

Danielle M

 

 

Hey Renee!! you have moved up in the ranks….so as you move up in the ranks, your weight will move down. 

 

Renee;  I have to tell you how very PROUD FRANK AND I ARE YOU!!! You are my inspiration now for losing weight and getting fit.  I gained weight while going thru the surgery process and had gotten depressed, BUT GOD SENT ME YOU AND YOUR NEW GET FIT WITH NICK, WHICH NOT ONLY HELPS YOU, BUT IT IS HELPING ME AND OTHERS!!

 

BABY CONTINUE TO WORK HARD AND KEEP THE FAITH THAT GOD HAS YOUR BACK AND WILL KEEP YOU GOING. ALSO KNOW THAT YOUR DAD AND I  LOVE YOU AND WILL CONTINUE TO PRAY FOR YOU AND ENCOURAGE TO DO YOUR BEST.  WE WILL DRIVE TO ORLANDO WHEN YOU WIN!!!!! LOVE YOU MUCH

Mom

 

 

I am so proud of you for going out for this!!  You are already a winner, so please, please remember that — the first and most important step is getting started, and you already did that!!!!   I have to say, watching Nick Anderson isn’t such a bad thing also!!  Hee hee  J

Courtenay N

 

 

You look great on the video! Stay FOCUSED! I BELIEVE IN YOU!!

Just Smile….. J

Dinelle H

 

 

No, you have such a great on screen presence no matter how you feel you look – you shine J

Michelle M

 

 

You know I am here to support you! Go Butter, go! Wait don’t think about butter.

Elanah S

 

 

I just voted – you can do this Renee!  I am so proud of you.  Keep it up girl.

Dorothy K

 

 

Hey Renee, I’m proud to see that you hung in there with the Spin/Group Ride class.  Those classes are no joke and when I started, I could not keep up.  Now, a year later, it is one of my favorite classes and has contributed to my success with weight loss.  I’ll do Spin/Ride 2x a week (plan to go tonight). 

I hope you have continued success!  Keep me posted.

Dawn W

 

 

Keep it up!!  It’s not easy, but the end result should be the goal.  Trust me everything you work hard it, you will see results, but you don’t gain anything in life without working hard for it.  That is everything, we get rewarded at work for our hard work, and that is not easy, the same with relationships.  And this is just one of those things, that in order to see results, you must work hard at it each day and never give up hope…..hope is everything!!!  So keep it up….you have already seen the results.  And the most important thing is your health without it you can’t do anything.

If you need anything else from me, feel free to let me know.  I’m all about getting fit and feeling good about how you feel and look.  But remember you are beautiful no matter what….and from what I can see you are an awesome young lady!!

Maria M

 

 

Looking Good Young Lady and Pushing through the Pain.  My continued prayers for your strength throughout this process.  Let’s get HEALTHY!  I’m with you 100%.  Love you.

Vanessa S

 

 

First of all, why did the Olive Garden commercial with the never ending pasta bowl and breadsticks come up before my video about getting fit with Nick???  J 

 

 

More importantly, you are doing awesome!  I can see that your body is changing, so even if you feel like the scale isn’t moving as quickly you would have hoped, rest assured that there is definitely a difference and you’re looking great!  I voted for you!  Go Team Renee!

Jessica G

 

 

As long as you know how hard you are working and you feel good the rest doesn’t matter. Just keep doing what you are doing and it will take time but will be worth it in the long run and it will get easier as you continue.

Diana D

 

 

You are ROCKIN’ the vote!  And maybe the Kasbah (but I’m not sure what that is, so if it is something bad or wrong, you are NOT rockin’ it…unless you want to, in which case I don’t judge). 

Adrienne S

 

Hi Renee!

I have been secretly stalking your progress! (Via FB and the websiteJ)

Keep up the awesome work and I have been voting!

You’re doing an excellent job and in the end all your hard work is paying off! J

Leann S

 

 

I was just looking at that video and the very first one posted. Comparing how you look between the interview and that video I can see a really marked difference, especially in your face (not like Christian said, but more tactfully :P). So congrats, you really are doing it! 😀

Dustyn G

 

 

Hang in thereJ  You are doing well..

Leo T

 

 

Awesome!! You have inspired me to join Weight Watchers!! I tell you, I will not let my fat genes get the best of me. You are not alone, Sweetie ( no pun intended). Anyway, keep up the hard work. I cannnot figure out where I go to vote for you. Help.

Keep me posted of your journey, please.

Sheryll P

 

 

I love it!!! Keep up the good work . We love you sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch!

Triniece M

 

 

Haha… hang in there… bottom line is that you’ve busted your ass and it shows

Kelly B

 

 

I’m so proud of you for having the courage to enter the contest and then to impress them enough to be one of the finalists.  I don’t think I have that kind of courage.  Cudos to you!!!!!!!!

Congratulations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You look Fabulous!!!!!!!!!!! Do you thing.

Cassandra T

 

I Miss Fried Chicken

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So the Thursday before last was September Birthday Cake Day at work, and by the Grace of God and the Sweet Baby Jesus, I was OFF yesterday. Nothing tastes better than buttercream frosting and publix bakery birthday cake. Except, maybe fried chicken.

I miss fried chicken.

Most importantly, I miss the smell. My schoolteacher friend Kevin told me the funniest story once about one of his kindergarteners: he was working with them to teach the 5 senses, and asked each kid to think of soemthing they really like and they would talk about how they experience it with all 5 senses. One little chubby 5 year old said “I love my mama’s fried chicken!” Here’s how she used the 5 senses to describe how much she loved it:

  1. The smell of it sizzling in the pan
  2. The taste of hot chicken on her tongue
  3. The sight of it getting rolled in flour, fried and puto n her plate
  4. The touch of it’s crispy skin
  5. The sound of it frying in oil

When he told me this story, I remember laughing my ass off and thinking “what a little fatty!!!” Now I am kinda reminiscing on chicken the same way.

Don’t get me wrong. During this challenge, I have discovered a lot of foods and recipes that taste sooo good and don’t make me feel bad for even wanting them. Yet nothing replaces the deliciousness of southern fried chicken, fresh out of my dad’s or Grandma Delores’s cast iron frying pan. My nutritionist says that there’s oven-fried chicken that you can make that will give you the same enjoyment of fried chicken without all the fat or calories. I don’t believe that for a second. That’s like trying to say that turkey burgers are just as good as a hamburger, or that turkey bacon tastes as good as bacon bacon. It doesn’t – while turkey bacon is perfectly fine, to say that in any way, shape or form can it can replace the delightfully savory and salty sensation of bacon is foolish and flat out mean.

Speaking of turkey bacon, the BBE (best boyfriend ever) and I had a pretty bad-assed breakfast sandwich yesterday involving turkey bacon. I’d sworn off the stuff after eating some at my parent’s house (neither of my sisters will eat pork now – I feel sad for them missing out) and later watching “Modern Marvels” on the History Channel where they show how they make turkey products. You DON’T even want to know how they make turkey bacon or ground turkey or turkey sausage. I mean seriously, I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing that.

Getting back to the sandwich: it consisted of 2 egg whites, a slice of provolone cheese, 2 slices of turkey bacon all on a cinnamon-raisin english muffin, toasted. It was EPIC and only 288 calories, NO trans fasts, less than 700 mg of sodium and only 8 g of sugar. We were both surprised at how good it tasted all together!! No butter, no jelly, honey or anything. I would eat it again, and definitely recommend it to anyone that is trying to eat healthier, still get in a hearty breakfast and remembers the big Southern-style breakfasts that started of eggs, sausage and toast.

 

On a completely un-related note, I WILLINGLY took a spinning class on Saturday. My butt bone is still bruised from taking the class, but honestly, while you’re huffing away on that biek so many other parts of you hurt and burn that you completely forget how miserable that seat is. Thankfully the room was darkened so no one was really focusing on anyone else, and no one saw my baldly pedalling my way through my pain. I was on the second row behind this little whippet of an older man that was HARD CORE about spinning – man had the shorts, the shirt and the special spinning shoes that lots of people wear. I made it my business to try and keep up with him, but finally fell behind on the 5th track which was the mountain track. My mountain number three, my legs were just DONE. The instructor said “add another turn!” and I said “No!”. I kept pedalling though, and did what I could.

 

I have to say, the difference in how I felt this time compared to the first time I took spinning is monumental. The first time, whenever they told us to stand and pedals, my legs were shaking so badly I simply couldn’t go it. This time, I grunted and growled and tore right through it. I followed that little old man all over my imaginary Appalachian mountains, pedaling hard, taking every turn of difficulty and working my slowly shrinking butt cheeks off. I felt like a rockstar!!! As much as I don’t like spinning I will be back… the rush after completing a serious tough class like that is becoming addictive.

 

These pats few weeks have been hard – I’m not losing weight as fast as the guys, and I just feel like I’m failing at this challenge.  I’ve let their weight loss accomplishments overshadow my own, and sow doubts into my head. My trainer, my family, friends and BBE keep constantly reminding me that losing the weight in a paced, healthy way is the past way to ensure that I will keep it off. Everybody loses weight at different rates. I haven’t been lost 20 or 30 pounds; I’ve only lost 10, but I’ve gained muscle, and endurance and the ability to finish a spinning class without fear that I’d collapse into a ridiculous tragic heap. Maybe I win the competition, maybe I don’t. I do know one thing: this doesn’t stop for me once the challenge it over. I want to keep doing this. It’s always seemed like it was too hard to do. Let me tell you something: keeping up with that little spinning man was HARD, but I did it. After walking out of that spanning class, I felt I put that stuff behind me and was ready to just focus on ME and getting fit.

Getting through something that hard got me motivated to take on other things I’ve always wanted to do, but just thought were beyond my abilities – like gardening. Weeding and mulching the front yard is a chore that’s been on my “I need to do this” list for months… literally months. When my mom visited a few months back, she suggested starting out gardening slowly, with plants I can handle and care for easily. She suggested the “Knock Out Rose” a hardy little rose plant. So… feeling all bad ass after taking on spinning and getting over my mountains, I bought my first Knock Out Rose and trowel:

Who says that working out only helps you lose weight? I feel like I can take on anything!!!! I still miss fried chicken, but I’m no longer missing out on life.

 

Locker Room Fail

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Y’all will enjoy this one.

At least twice a week I rise before the chickens and roosters (ironcially, my alarm sound IS a rooster crowing) and I schlep my way over to the RDV Sportsplex to work with my trainer, who has been upgraded from simply “Trainer from Hell” to “THE HAMMER”.

THE HAMMER really earned her nickname today -she came down on me hard (but in a good way). She upped the weights and the reps and all kinds of crazy things and smiled evilly as I grunted. I have to admit, she upped the ante today in a way I really needed and totally did not expect. So maybe I can be forgiven for being completely discombobulated when I went into the women’s locker room to shower and dress for work.

First of all, let’s talk about people’s openness in the locker room. It’s a pretty nice locker room – they stock towels, deodorant, shampoo, hair dryers and the facilities are very nice. There’s a nifty little machine that you can stick your bathing suit into and it will air dry in seconds. They pipe in classical music while you watch the Today Show or HGTV on one of the flatscreens in the sitting room area and hot tub area. There’s also a steam room, sauna, and cold plunge… and there are some people who feel free to use ALL of those facilities listed above while wearing their birthday suits. I’m not kidding. It’s unnerving – 6 am is too early to be seeing naked chicks in the locker room… all sizes and shapes, too. No one gives a rip. Last Saturday I saw someone’s – ok this is mean, but it’s ok because I have one too – “fat flap” while she was standing by the hot tub I was sitting in, watching the last few minutes of the Closer. I mean, kudos to her for being to relaxed, but SERIOUSLY? It’s a little weird to see other people’s personals.

From what I hear though, the guys’ side is even worse. I took the BBE (best boyfriend ever) with me to work out last week, and he came out of the locker room with this horrified and scarred look on his face. Apparently he was sitting in the hot tub when a man came in from the pool wearing his swimming trunks and decided to get into the hot tub… and proceeded to take OFF the swimming trunks and get into the hot tub with BBE au naturel. Priceless.

And it’s not like RDV is skimpy on the towels. There’s staff devoted to stocking warm clean towels and taking away the used ones. They stock hand towels as well as full sized (or somewhat full sized) towels for use while showering and swimming. I’m gonna be honest – those “full-size” towels do not wrap all the way around my waist.

As disturbed as I am by this nakedness fiasco, it has helped me feel a little bit more relaxed about getting ready in the locker room. I used to take my whole gym bag into the shower stall with me and undress, and re-dress all in that tiny stall. Now I walk in my shower shoes pantsless over to the shower stall and simply take my little sponge bag with shower items with me, plus a pair of underwear and two towels. (i lay one towel on the floor because I’m a princess). After showering I put on my clean underpants and shirt and walk pantsless back to my locker. My shirts are always long enough that they cover up my underpants and such, and besides people walk around in bathing suits or NOTHING AT ALL so surely nothing’s wrong with what I was doing.

Unless you forget to bring clean underwear into the stall with you.

Like I did this morning.

I already felt like a dingbat because I left my bottle of bodywash in my locker and had to use the pump bottle of bodywash they provide in the shower, but when I got out I realized that I was not only gonna be pantsless but UNDERPANTSLESS. I didn’t know what to do!!!

I stood there for a few minutes and debated – do I just make a pantsless run for it and hope I don’t streak past anyone on my way? Do I put the sweaty workout underwear back on. Yikes. Neither option made much sense.

Fortuantely, this happened to be one of the few times that Ihad two towels but hadn’t put one on the floor. So I took one “full size” towel and wrapped it around my butt, pulling my long shirt partly over it. I took the second one and laid it over my arm and kept my arm in front of my… front. I scuttled and shimmied my way back to my locker, carrying my spongebag, workout tank top and shower cap while simultaneously desperately gripping my two-towel sarong drape over my personal bits. It was a long LONG twenty feet back to my locker.

Of course I didn’t see a single soul on my way back, making me wonder if I wold have been better off making a run for it.

I will never forget my bodywash again. And from now one I will always take THREE towels with me to shower, just in case. 🙂

Opening the Floodgates

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“I say your video on the Orlando Magic website!” a random lady says to me last Friday at one of our events. “I have to say, you really don’t look like you’re 300 pounds. Where do you hide it – your boobs?”

What the…????

First of all, who says that???

Second of all, I am 300 pounds NOT 500, I am mobile and energetic. I’m

not Gilbert Grape’s mom and unable to leave my home or bed and have to use a poking stick to change the tv… and just what exactly does a 300 pound woman look like? Should I look like the Stay-PuftMarshmallow Man eating everything in sight, going boom-BOOM-boom-BOOM down the street in a slow waddle looking for more?

That only happens right before my period starts.

It’s funny how people have these ideals of weight versus size… it’s even funnier that since I’ve started doing this contest I’ve basically opened the floodgates to everyone to say whatever the hell they want to me…

  • “you really don’t look as big as 300 pounds! what happened?”
  • “your boobs look smaller – you must be losing weight!”
  • “what do you eat? how often to you eat? when do you eat? where do you eat??”
  • you’re trainer’s really tiny. what’s it like to work with a trainer that small?”
  • “how much sleep do you get?”
  • “those little bitty seats in spinning class must have been tough for someone with such a… a butt”

And my personal favorite:

” do people fart in your yoga class?”

This is just the beginning of the things that people now say out loud to me. It’s kinda like if there’s a big hole in the butt of your pants and no one says anything. Once you acknowledge the hole, everyone’s like “oh good now that you are doing something about the hole in your pants that we’ve always been afraid to talk to you about, let’s talk all about it!  A lot! Along with anything else random that comes into my head!” LOL

I love the support though. It’s just sometimes a bit random and definitely funny.

The truth is, even if I don’t win this challenge, I know that I’m a badass just for taking the first dedicated step and going through this experience.

I am learning things that are going to make me healthier long into the future after this is over, and sharing this experience with my family and friends helps to keep me accountable – even if it’s also a floodgate for more crazy than usual. It’s also a floodgate for opportunity that I didn’t have before! You can’t beat that.  I’ve already started thinking about things to keep me exercising and engaged and active moving forward (it will probably NOT be spinning class! hehe).

Floodgates… and floodgates.