Tag: weight lifting

I’m a f*cking badass!

There’s a moment where you realise that this disease isn’t going to beat you. I had that moment this evening in the gym.

Prior to being diagnosed with MS, I was a reasonably consistent gym goer. I found a love for lifting heavy shit and I didn’t really look back. But then it all just stopped. I couldn’t face the gym. I was mentally exhausted trying to come to terms with the hand that I’d been dealt.

In a bid to reignite my passion, I switched gyms in April, leaving X4L (which quite frankly had really taken a downward turn) and moved to DW, which has now merged with Fitness First.

I was still at X4L though until April but nothing seemed to motivate me to go. That was until the day I somewhat dramatically had a complete melt down and realised that perhaps the only reason my MS wasn’t particularly showing itself physically, was the strength I’d spent the last four years building. Then I got really hysterical, or rather irrational and realised that if I didn’t go to the gym right this second, I would have a relapse tomorrow that would put me in a wheelchair.

Melodramatic as this was, it was probably the gigantic kick up the proverbial that I needed. I found my “why”.

I tentatively began dipping my toe back into the gym in early April, but I couldn’t face the free weights area on my own. I was terrified! I always had so much confidence at my previous gym, but I knew it and I knew lots of the faces. It was familiar. To help combat this, I dragged Lou to a couple of Body Pump classes, but then Clare told me that she wanted to start lifting weights.

Brilliant! This was just what I needed! I needed a project. After four years of having a personal trainer, I no longer need one. I know what I’m doing. So using everything I’ve learned, I have developed a training plan for me and Clare. Having someone to go to the gym with, makes it harder to not bother. I wouldn’t hear the end of it if I skipped a session. Believe me!

So this evening, as Clare and I trained back and arms, I had that realisation.

I don’t lift the heaviest weights in the gym. I don’t have the body of someone that lifts weights in the gym. I don’t count my macros (I’ve learned that it’s ok to just eat whatever you want and it balances itself out anyway!)

But do you know what I am?

I am a fucking badass

I had no idea that I have MS and I lifted all the heavy stuff. Why stop now just because I have a “label”?

So I’m not stopping. Sure, my goals have changed; I’m less bothered about hitting certain personal bests or targets and more bothered about just remaining strong and consistent. My grip has always been a struggle for me. Quite often my grip has hindered me before my strength has. It comes with the condition so it’s time to accept that that will always be a pitfall for me.

Just because I have MS, I don’t have to stop. In fact I can be less tough on myself when I don’t hit that personal best anymore. It’s ok. The fact that I’m even in the gym and lifting stuff that’s not exactly light, is pretty damn awesome.

***According to Urban Dictionary, apparently the first rule of being a badass is not talking about being one. I’ve clearly broken that rule, therefore I’m probably not a badass. But never mind. Because I’m a badass I don’t care what Urban Dictionary says.***

“The Fear”

Ok. Confession time.

I’ve gone from being a 3 or 4 time a week gym goer to not going at all for two months.

Wanna guess why?

Nope. Not because I have MS.

Want another guess?

I’m shattered? Yeah well that’s true but it’s only a small part of the reason.

How about, I’ve been too bloody scared!

I’ve been a member of a budget gym for nearly four years but very recently, I cancelled. Sam hasn’t been personal training there for nearly a year (at a rough guess) and despite it’s recent facelift, the place is tired. It lacks a buzz. Although I don’t do many classes anymore, preferring to train on my own, the timetable has gone pretty naff too. If you like spin and boot camp, fill yer boots. Anything else and you’ll be disappointed.

So this year, through our employee benefit scheme, I moved gyms. Incidentallty, this is one that Sam teaches a couple of classes at, and she’s been selling the place to me for months!

I’ve been a member for 17 whole days and today I took the plunge and went.

The point is, why has it taken me 17 days though? I’ve been so excited about joining there, I should have been banging down the door at opening time on April Fool’s Day!

I got “The Fear”. And then I started thinking too much about “The Fear” and ended up in tears after thinking all the irrational things last Wednesday.

It all started whilst I was writing the “My Big Why” blog post. I came to the realisation that I’m probably still as mobile as I am from the work I’ve been doing in the gym for the last four years. I never saw myself as physically strong, but in the time I’ve trained with Sam, I’ve lifted weights I never imagined possible.

Then I started thinking how I needed to get back to the gym. I’ve been in a lot of pain over the last month. By a lot, I mean quantity of pain rather than level of pain. I’ve been getting stiffness and pain in my left knee, sometimes extending to cramp in my thigh. I’ve been feeling a LOT MORE spaced out than I usually do.

It can’t be a relapse, because these symptoms aren’t exactly new. They’re just more pronounced at the moment. Just because I’ve been told I have MS, it doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly in excruciating amounts of pain. Nothing’s actually changed.

Except it has. I stopped training.

So then I started thinking about “The Fear” and that I need to get back to the gym and that’s the thing keeping me physically strong and mobile. Then I got REALLY upset and I couldn’t get past ending up in a wheelchair but I still had “The Fear” so how was I ever supposed to stay strong?!

(Are you following? I’m exceptionally confused myself now, and also getting mad at how ridiculous and irrational I was being!)

Anyway, “The Fear” was replaced by another fear. Fear of becoming immobile (we’ll call this “The Real Fear”).

Because “The Real Fear” had set in, it was time to get over myself and drag myself to the gym. For one reason or another, I had booked this afternoon as annual leave. My original plan fell through, but I decided to keep this afternoon booked off so that I could go to the gym whilst it’s quiet.

So today, I “announced myself” at the gym. All it involved was giving them a number that I’d had emailed to me. Well that was easy enough. I gave her the details, and she let me through the door and promised me that a welcome pack would be waiting by the time I was finished. She directed me to the changing rooms, but apart from that, I was on my own!

Gaaaahhh! This bit was my “Worst Fear”. Wandering around aimlessly like someone who didn’t have a clue. All my usual words of encouragement to others who are first time gym goers went out the window! I ended up tentatively taking two steps into the free weights area and then running a mile, quite literally on to a treadmill instead.

I hate running (that’s how big “The Fear” had set in again), but all the same I ended up doing 25 minutes of HIIT sprints. Urgh. What did I do that for?! It’s enough to put anyone off!

The main thing is, Day 1 is out the way and I feel good. I’m extremely happy that I successfully didn’t fall over my own feet (which is likely to happen at snails pace on a normal surface, never mind on a treadmill), and my legs felt the strongest that they’ve felt in ages. I’d felt really sceptical about them to be honest as I’ve been feeling so weak in that area over the last couple of months.

Today was a huge win and hopefully it’s the start of me getting my mojo for the gym back, if only for two or three days a week.

Next stop, Zumba with Clare and Lou. I bloody hate Zumba and I last time I did it, I fell over my own feet (of course I did!) so this ought to be good.

My Big “Why”

I have been obsessively on a diet for as long as I can remember. I wouldn’t say I have an eating disorder but I’ve certainly had an unhealthy approach to food at times.

Last September I decided to put an end to that after reading “The Goddess Revolution” by Mel Wells. I highly recommend it to anyone that’s struggled on diets or has a love hate relationship with food. It’s a fantastic read and helps you to see how you can change your attitude towards food . You ditch the diet mindset and focus on intuitive eating. Trouble is, as I’ve not been banning pizza and chocolate, I’ve intuitively just eaten a lot of that stuff.

Not great!

Luckily, I’ve only put on about half a stone as a result. But it’s time to heal that.

Mel works on you finding your “BIG WHY”. Why do you want to heal? It’s got to be big and something that you emotionally connect with. It’s got to be big enough to make you want to stop and truly look after you by eating good, nourishing soul foods. And no, I want a sexy summer bod, ain’t enough!!!

For some people, it’s so that they can get a body that will give their unborn child the best start. For others, it’s so that they can lead a happier life filled with vitality and adventure – where they truly love and respect their body and don’t let it hold them back.

For me it’s something else. For me, my “why” is so that I’m strong enough to fight this battle I’ve got. My strength that I’ve built in the gym in the last four years is something I will eternally be grateful for – I seriously question if I’d still be as mobile as I am if I hadn’t built my strength as much as I have done.

This realisation is the immediate kick up the arse I need to get back to training and eating well.

In the spirit of this, I’ve spent the last hour prepping Buddha bowls and I’m off to a new gym tomorrow!

My Buddha Bowl! Wild rice, sweetcorn, edamame beans, roasted broccoli, squash and peppers, carrot and crunchy chickpeas. Topped with a nice cajun chimichurri dressing 😍

Unfortunately, the 10K that I really wanted to run for Wigan MS Therapy Centre this year, isn’t going to happen – there’s no way with going in for treatment I’d be able to be fit enough in time.

For now however – I’m just going to do me, without a diet plan and without setting myself stupid goals that I obsess over and then feel crap for because I’ve failed at them. They make me unhappy and they do not nourish my soul, never mind my body!

Here’s to strength and vitality!