“Spartan Training” – a new kind of hell

As stated in my previous post, the training I am doing is called “Spartan Training.” Not sure if that’s the actual name or just a name my partner came up with though…..

I thought I would post exactly what this training entails, given my movement is now severely limited because of it.

It starts with a vigorous warm up of 15 mins on the bike, on high. As high as you can go…… for me that’s about level 6.

Then it’s over to the weights section.

This training is all done with free weights and there is no stopping, resting or breaks in between each set.

As I am grossly unfit though, I have been allowed minimal breaks – ie. when I can’t breathe and feel like I am going to vomit.. you get what I mean.

So this is what you have to do, I am starting on 2 sets of 15:

  • Pull ups
  • Step up/box jumps (I’m do step ups at the moment but it should be box jumps)
  • Crunches
  • Floor Sweeps
  • Push ups
  • Squats
  • Deadlift (10 kilo)
  • Bicep curls (10 kilo)
  • Clean and jerk (10 kilo)
  • Upright rows (10 kilo)
  • Pull ups

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In the ideal world, you do this without stopping and at a quick pace, you cover the cardio and you get the toning in with the weights. It’s a fantastic work-out but it seriously… I can’t even find the words to express how much you hurt.

Like I said, I’m only doing 15 sets, Mark (my partner) does up to 50 in a set!!! Crazy. But worth it.

So this is what my life in the gym has come to, I have done these before and that time I lost easily in about six weeks around 15 kilos – so I know it works and I know the pain will be worth it. I just got to get through it lol.

Topping this I am dieting as well, doing the old two shakes (breakfast and lunch) a proper dinner and then fruit and water in between. The breakfast is actually ok, I always skipped breakfast anyway so this is forcing me to have something and because I travel for two hours for work, each way and every two weeks I have to be in the office at 7am, so I have to be up at 4am…. So shakes work very well for me in that respect!!!!

So its now nearly 11pm here, I’ve just finished at the gym and after day three, I can now do floor sweeps without Mark’s help!!! WHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Baby steps guys, baby steps!!

 

 

Welcome to my life now, hell.

So today was D-day….. or A-day…. it’s the beginning of the gym.

I have a love/hate relationship with the gym.

Settle in kids, ima going to tell you a story.

About five years ago myself and my partner joined one of the local gyms. I wasn’t even as big then as I am now….

Anyway, my partner was over doing weights (he’s a power lifter), while I was walking on one of the treadmills there was a young guy and girl on the row behind me. Now, you need to understand that back then my self esteem was lower than rock bottom and so while I had my headphones in, I wasn’t listening to them.

Opposite the gym and out in the direction that the treadmills faced, across the road is a KFC.

I heard them laughing and then say “she should be walking into KFC instead of a treadmill.”

I didn’t tell anyone. I got my bag, told my partner that I injured my ankle (old injury, story for another time) and went and waiting in the car for him to finish.

I didn’t set foot in a gym again for about three years.

Fast forward to tonight. My partner is having to take time off from training due to a shoulder injury so he is training me in doing “Spartan Training”

What is Spartan Training? I can hear you ask….. it’s hell. Pure hell. Cardio, weights, core. It does everything. I know by Wednesday I’m not going to be able to lift my arms. Good thing I washed my hair last night!!!

This is me right now

So this is the real beginning. My weight right now is 166 kilos. I’ve never been this heavy and I do not want to be heavier. This is disgusting. I’m disgusted in myself for letting myself get to this.

So now I’m going to shower and head to bed.

Tomorrow is another, painful, day.

Stay positive all. Stay happy and in the immortal words of The Clash…. Go easy, step lightly, stay free.

The beginning of the rest of my life…..

Firstly, welcome!

I’ve stated many blogs in my time but I’ve never really gone through with continuing them, I guess life getting the way or the content not being the best, I never really had a real topic to be blogging about.

This time is different though. This time we are coming into 2018 and the other night I had an epiphany.

But before I get into all that, I think a little bit of history about myself.

I have always been big boned, I have that big boned Islander blood in me being half Maori.

I piled on the weight though when I started working at McDonalds in the UK at 15. Back then and in our store we could pretty much eat as much and as often as we wanted, I put on a lot of weight over those 2 odd years and I have never really been able to get rid of it.

I tried diets, fat blasters, numerous gym memberships – I’ve lost weight, found it again and lost some more. But my heat has never really been in on it, until now.

Something clicked.

And now we are back in the present.

Unable to sleep at 3am in the morning I was looking through Instagram and found Plus Size models and Plus Size glamour models. They were stunning, beautiful and confident in who they were and the size they are.

I want to be like them, I want their confidence to wear the clothes that I want to wear but been to scared to. I want to cosplay the characters that I want to without worrying that people will call me fat and laugh at me (a story for another post).

I’ve never looked after myself. Not really. My idea of wearing make up was throwing some liquid foundation on, some powder, some eye liner and mascara. I might add a bit of blush. But I have no idea about contouring, shimmering or real brow maintenance.

I have beautiful curly hair (again thanks to my Maori heritage) that I plonk on top of my head in a high bun, nine times out of ten mornings I don’t even do that until I’m walking from the car to the station. It’s not a great look.

Because I just didn’t care.

I’m sick of not caring.

I’m sick of always feeling tired.

I’m sick of the person I’ve become.

It’s time for a change.