The Teeny Bikini Body

just a girl's struggles of trying to be lean


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A Perspective on Training Solo vs. Being Trained

Hiring a trainer. I always thought in exercise, I’ve always pushed myself harder than any trainer could. I’m a self-motivated, relentless motivator that doesn’t need help.  That being said I’ve done countless workout plans, classes, watched exercise videos. I’ve told myself… I’m an EXPERT.

Uh, wrong! Don’t let your ego ever get in the way of progress.  I needed to humble myself.  Humility is life’s way of telling you… You are not perfect. My failure is also my motivator.  Remember this: There is no end in progress. Progress is a continuous journey that does not stop. You can set mini goals for yourself so you don’t get discouraged.

I’m somewhat fit. Some people would call me very fit yet I don’t have washboard abs.  I have strong legs, the weakest lats and tri’s but I look strong. Muscle imbalances causes problems later on down the line. I had to admit it. I need help.

Soooooooo I hired Ricky from 24 Hour Fitness Sport Club. Ricky’s training is methodical, slow, heavy and technical lifting.  Difficult. I complain, he pushes me forward.  His knowledge surpasses mine by far. Somehow, I’m always out of place, in the wrong position, and he’s correcting that constantly.  He concentrates on a specific muscle so it’s important I follow.  I have a difficult time feeling comfortable with people in general, but for some reason his professionalism works.  His ability to keep me on task is good since I’m so easily distracted. Then diet.  I’m being held accountable. He’s set up my macros. I know I hate it too. Except for cheat meals which I’m allowing two cheat meals once a week, no bread, pizza, cookies, cake, crackers. I’ve planned my meals which is usually some sort of seafood with salad.  I love seafood so it’s the perfect protein for me. Why? Because I’m being measured, weighed which makes me think about everything I’m putting in my body. I’m not saying it’s easy.   For me, it’s my weak link.

Additionally, I have boxing coach Alex from Higley Fit Martial Arts who keeps me on my toes. Alex covers all my hard core intense fast training. I love the torture, the endless kicks, punches, jumps, push-ups, boxing and combos, tire lunges, and sprints.  This is constantly changing and I love the group training atmosphere.  I train with Alex about 4 -5 times a week.  Alex is also technical, and always keeps me guessing on what he has in store for me next. I love boxing and the social interaction which also keeps me competitive.

The combo of the two trainers gives me my fix. Exercise is my drug.

 

So here’s what I’ve figured out:

  1. You can’t do it yourself.
  2. Trainers make you work harder than yourself.
  3. You are not an expert for everything.
  4. Trainers tells you what you don’t know and can help you reach your goal.
  5. They keep you in check.
  6. They make you do things you would never do on your own.
  7. It’s way more fun with a trainer!

That’s it!   Hearts❤️❤️❤️❤️


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Girl Fight

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When I first joined the boxing class, it was an accident.  I thought it was kickboxing but it was boxing with gloves.  People were wrapping their hands and I almost walked out.  The boxing coach said, “Just try it.  You might like it. ”  Well I ended up loving it! 5 years later, I’m still boxing.

Why do I box? It requires technique, form and some toughness.  When I feel like the world is caving in, it’s suddenly forgotten.  And is it all goes on I feel stronger, confident, like I can take on the world.  I weave and bob, throwing a straight or nailing a right hook.   And although I’m not perfect, I continue to concentrate on technique and form.

I am conditioning my body jumping roping, crosses, double jumps, backwards, skipping one leg, flying through not skipping a beat.  As a child I loved jump rope.  I would enter contests for skipping without missing a beat.

The push ups, the bag work, I continue concentrating on blocking with each punch, thinking of the power. I throw my body into it.
Through the years, I’ve taken it for granted, going through the motions, but it reels me back in.  I reexamine my technique, my form growing, changing, demanding for more. I realize how exhausting it is, how it takes me in, making me want more, craving for that feeling.

I love this sport. I don’t compete, but I can at least pretend.