‘Finding Motivation’ Articles at Sweetnicks

This week has been one of those weeks. You know the kind. Full of unsuspected challenges. Disappointment. The kind where you count the hours until the end of the week. But most importantly, the kind where having an outlet is a most wonderfyl thing. My outlet these days? The gym. It is, and has been for the past eight months, my salvation. I never thought a statement like that would come out of my mouth (or my keyboard, as the case may be), but it’s true. It is a place where, for an hour or two, I can leave everything behind. I can clear my head. Refocus. And let go. I focus on giving 110% in an exercise class. Sculpting a muscle. Carving out a new curve. The shuffle on my iPod. Nothing else matters for that time. Sacred.

Challenging week or not, I think we can all use an outlet or two. Some activity or place where we can just escape from it all, be it for five minutes or five hours. A place where nothing else matters and everything is right. It could be gardening and digging out flower beds. Getting behind a blank canvas or a set of drums. Pounding the pavement for an intense jog. Sometimes it’s baking. We all need a place or a thing to just shut it all out. A place to make it better. What’s yours?

Project 365
August 12, 2010, Photo #146

Awhile back, I shared one of the things that I do to keep motivated while losing weight. For every five pounds I lose, I put a bag of sugar on the kitchen counter. A great visual reminder that really puts into perspective just how much five pounds is. Especially when it’s on your body and it needn’t be. While I loved the idea, and stuck with it for several months, there were now eight (EIGHT!!) bags of sugar on my counter. I need a new idea. But in the meantime, I wanted to take a picture to commemorate my accomplishment. My idea was to take a picture of Nick holding all the bags of sugar. Only problem? After about fifteen minutes and several various attempts, he couldn’t hold it all. So I got the best shot I could, and now even he also appreciates how much forty pounds really is.

When I wrote this post awhile back, I received a bunch of e-mails from readers (love you guys!), wanting to know what type of program I was on. To be honest, I’m not especially comfortable sharing the details because then I’d have to go into that whole disclaimer spiel that what is right for me might not be right for you, that I’m not a doctor or an expert … you know the drill. And it’s not a clearly set-in-stone program. Instead, I’ve cobbled together different things that just happen to be working for me. They might not work for you. What I can do, however, is share some of the little tips and tricks that have helped me continue to be motivated, to be inspired, to keep on task. Some are things I did back a few months before I got married in ’98 (worked with a trainer at the time) that still work to this day. Some are silly. In my mind, it doesn’t matter, because it’s working, and I can’t argue the results.

1. Visual Motivation. A regular bag of sugar is five pounds. For every five pounds I lose, I put another bag of sugar on the kitchen counter. I just put my fifth bag there last week, and I am already two pounds away from my sixth. This motivates me in many different ways. Just holding the bag gives you instant realization on how much five pounds really is. Folks, it’s nothing to sneeze at. And five of them? All together? Once gone, it’s enough to make you feel light as a feather! I see them every morning. A regular, but subtle, reminder of what I’ve achieved. Another .6 pounds, and I’ve lost a Madeline!

2. Inspiration. The inside of my master bathroom door is slowly getting covered with inspirational quotes and phrases and bodies of people that I would love to look like. Now, first a disclaimer, no 20-year-old airbrushed models are up there. Most of them women pictured there are actually 40 and older. They just happen to be uber-fit. (Valerie Bertinelli is a good example). I did the same wall of inspiration back in ’98. My friends, when it first went up, teased me about it. I didn’t care. It worked. A constant, again subtle, reminder of what I was shooting for.

3. I have a laundry list of quirks. A list that might have actually grown since The Ex and I divorced. One of them is that I have a handful of favorite cups that I use. And being big on hydration, I’m constantly reaching for a cup multiple times during the day. I have three cabinets with glasses and cups in them. I put all my favorite ones on the tippy-top shelf. The one that makes me stretch to reach them. Completely silly, I know, but with my favorite cups up there, and Madeline’s sippy cups, we’re talking about some 20 calves and forearm stretches a day. And I keep the straws (I always drink with a straw) in a separate cabinet, requiring another set of stretch. Like sneaky little bouts of exercise.

Today when I went running across the house for the phone, Jamie asked why I didn’t just keep it near me. Because if I have to run to get it three rooms away, every time it rings, just a little more activity snuck into the day, tons of times.

I no longer look for the closest parking space when I go out. One pass, and that’s it. I don’t circle around until a closer one opens up. I take the farther one and walk the distance.

There are tons of sneaky little tricks you can do during the day just to keep yourself more active. Just start looking for them.

4. Exercise. To be quite honest, traditional exercise sometimes bores me. And if I’m bored, I’m just not going to stick with it. When I do the treadmill at the gym, I’m watching the TV, listening to my iPod and STILL watching the clock, counting down the time until I’m done. So this go ’round, I’ve sought out other ways to break it up a bit and beat the blahs. One example … I discovered Zumba. I would seriously do Zumba every day of the week if I could. I’ve been doing it regularly since February, and am currently going three or four times a week. Exercise that is cleverly disguised as Latin-infused dancing, Zumba was first introduced in 2000. As the Zumba founder said, “It’s like a party,” and our instructor says it’s just like hitting a club to dance. She’s right. It takes the onus off of “ugh, exercise…?” I seriously look forward to each class, and with each one hour class burning between 600-1000 calories, it’s totally worth it. Don’t get me wrong, you’ll sweat more than you might ever have, but it’s easy to keep up and the music energizes you.

I take long walks with the kids, Madeline in her stroller and Nick on his bike or scooter. We either go around the neighborhood, walk to the grocery store or downtown, or we drive to a lake one town away. Walking around that lake is three-quarters of a mile, so we usually go four or five times around … depending on when the kids give out. But because it’s a change of scenery, it’s easy to stay committed to doing it. Madeline and I have also started going a few times a week at lunchtime too, in my effort to kick it up a notch.

Softball. I haven’t played softball since I was in my early 20s, when I was on a company team, although I have gone through several bouts of heading to the batting cages. Love that kind of workout. I signed up for a local softball team and it starts this month. The fact that it’s going to be occurring during the hottest months of the year just might kill me, but I am looking forward to it nonetheless. Another form of sneaky exercise.

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