90 Days.

I am on a 90 day journey.

Yes, it is a fitness journey. And a food journey. And a self-esteem journey.

And it is going well so far.

My original goal when I started this journey was to 'fix' my body after the injury and then surgery that I had earlier in the year. To get my strength back and start to feel normal and not in pain every day. And to be able to walk up stairs like a grown-up as opposed to a two-year old. I went for physiotherapy and started a gentle workout regime and slowly started to heal and build up my strength.

I believe I have reasonably accomplished my first goal, but one can always be stronger!

My second goal when I committed in earnest and started working with a personal trainer, the amazing Jessica Zapata of Infinite Fitness, was to be able to fit into THIS bridesmaid's dress for my sister-in-law's wedding in October.

Tonight we had all of Natural Urban Dads siblings over for a BBQ and my SIL brought over the dress (we bought them in Calgary at a lovely little shop called Frocks, check it out if you are there). After everyone left, I tried it dress, fully expecting it to be WAY too tight for me to even do up the zipper.



So what does this mean? Is the journey over? Goal accomplished?

Um, NO.

This 90 Day Challenge is a journey of self-discovery amongst other things. Discovering just how far I can push myself (with the help of someone who does not see the limits I self-impose) and discovering what it means to live, eat and breath a healthy lifestyle.

I am doing things that I did not think possible with my body and my arthritis and my fake, metal hips and my crunchy knees. And maintaining a pretty clean, sugar-booze-pasta-bread-free diet too (with the help of the totally awesome Visalus Vi-Shakes). What kind of things you ask?

Well for one, (and trust me it may not seem like it to most people, but to me this is huge) I can JUMP! And there are some who even think that I can run too. Now I may not be the prettiest site you've ever seen doing these things, but I am moving and my body is moving in ways that it has not in many, many years.

And my body is changing too.

See....the numbers don't lie!

So to sum up...

Goal Number One-get stronger and heal from injuries. CHECK

Goal Number Two-Fit into the dress. CHECK

Now onto Goals 3 and 4...

I have three parts of my body that I really don't like. Underneath my arms (the waving part), my mommy-tummy (I call it the 5-pound breastfeeding burden) and my chubby knees! Goal number three involves the toning and tightening of all three of these areas along with all the rest of me too. Jessica tells me every time we work out that there is no such thing as spot reduction, and so I will continue to plug away and eat clean, workout and keep moving forward! And I know that these results will come with just a little bit more effort on my part.

And for Goal Number 4. I really want this goal to be something BIG. Something beyond fitting into those skinny jeans that have been hiding in the back of my closet for 4 years. I want it to be a challenge. A PHYSICAL challenge. And so far I can't think of what it should be. I am open to suggestions...

I'll let you know when I decide about Goal #4 and keep you updated on the progress I am making. Hopefully not too much or I'll be paying an arm and a leg for alterations! Oh, whatever, it will be SOOO worth it!!

In the mean time. Check me out in THE dress!!



P.S. Officially my 90 Day Challenge finishes on October 31. The journey however is one that I am committing to for a lifetime!


Summer Blog Challenge posts for August 26, 2011

Bloated and Lopsided

If you have been reading my blog for a few months then you know a couple of things about me already, or more specifically my medical history! I have had Rheumatoid Arthritis for 20 years, I have had both of my hips replaced, I recently dislocated one of said hips and this week I had some minor knee surgery.

As a result of my, as I like to call it, 'Oh, So Crappy' start to 2011 I have not been able to DO anything active or physical or remotely resembling exercise in almost 2 months. I miss my Bikram yoga terribly, but have not been going for obvious reasons. And because I am often an emotional and self-pitying eater, my diet and eating habits have not exactly been up to snuff either.

So, yeah, I am feeling a bit bloated and soft and weak and REALLY out of shape! And to compound matters, my hip injury and the recent knee surgery were both on my right side. So I am also lopsided. If you look closely at my butt, I am pretty sure the right side is hanging a LOT lower than the left and has a full cup more of cottage cheese in it!
I really wish I was one of those people who lives to work out. Don't get me wrong. I like the way I feel after a good workout. I KNOW it is good for me, and I KNOW what I need to do to get those good feelings. Before kids I had a very healthy gym routine and slightly un-natural affinity for a good Spin Class. I also had a personal trainer.

Oh David, how I miss you.....

And no, not because he was super hot (I mean he wasn't hard on the eyes by any stretch) or because of his adorable Aussie accent. Mostly I miss him because he really GOT me. He understood my goals, my limitations and above all, he understood how to motivate me.  He really was (and likely still is) one of the best personal trainers I have ever met. The problem now is that he works on the exact opposite side of the city to me and my life is definitely not what it used to be.

I actually have a home gym in my house. We built a room specifically for that purpose, mirrors on the wall, TV hanging from the ceiling and everything. It houses a spin bike, a bosu ball, a regular exercise ball and multiple free weights and resistance bands. You would think that I would have no excuse or problems working out since it is all just literally 20 steps away from where I now sit.

Sadly, that is not the case.

I need outside motivation. It is how I work, especially when it comes to this part of my life. I need someone to be accountable to (aside from myself) and I need help with this. In other words, I need someone to kick my ass into high gear and get me to just DO IT already! Because on my own I can find an unending list of reasons that I can't just right now, and I'll start tomorrow, or next week, or next month on the 2nd at 8:00 PM every night (yeah right).

When you come right down to it, I am simply a lazy person. I like TV, a lot, and my lopsided butt is spending way too much time on the couch these days. But here is the REAL problem. All of this is really starting to get to me and I don't feel good about myself. I don't feel sexy or desirable and it has been a long time since I have turned myself on when I look in the mirror, let alone anyone else (if that sounds weird to anyone, then you are just not as vain as I am)!

So, I have made a decision.

I am going to get me a new personal trainer. I am looking at it as an investment in ME and a damn good one too. And I am expecting BIG ROI too, so whoever it is has his or her work cut out for them. Money is also a big motivator for me. If I have to pay for something, then I had better get my money's worth!! I place more value on services that I have to pay for and I also expect more when I am shelling out my husband's hard earned cash for something. (Oh, he's gonna love that!)

I need someone to be able to either come to me or work within my schedule. I need to find myself a new 'Dave', a trainer that gets me, understands my medical history and limitations and can help me get back on track and to that point where whenever I pass a mirror I have to stop and take a second look at myself because I am so damn HOT!

I have about 6 weeks of healing to go, but in the meantime the search is on for "Natasha's New Trainer". If that is you or if you know of anyone who might fit the bill, send them my way. I think I will interview a few different candidates before I make my final decision.  But the decision has been made, I am going to turn this crappy year around and make 2011 the year of HOTNESS!

And on that note, I must go elevate my leg, put more ice on the damn knee and pray to God that I can still fit into BOTH sides of my jeans once the swelling goes down and I get my lopsided butt moving again.

Be Healthy Y'all!

My younger, fitter years! And just look at those BOOBS!!

I'm in recovery mode.

This is what I did to myself this week.  In case you are saying "What the f... is that?"  THAT is a dislocated prosthetic hip.  I have two prosthetic (metal) hips.  And in yoga the other night while coming out of the Half-Tortoise pose (extreme hip flexion), my right hip popped out of it's socket.

I screamed.


The ambulance was called.  I could not move.  I calmed myself down as much as possible so that the other 27 or so yogis could finish their class.  The paramedics came in, put in an IV, gave me some morphine and picked me up (more yelling), yoga mat and all onto the stretcher.

It was my own fault. I was feeling a little 'off' during class and I knew that I should have just gone into savasana and skipped that pose. But, no,  I had to push and well.... obviously I pushed too hard.

I was given a whole lot more morphine on the ride to the hospital and even more while they x-rayed me.  And then I was given a big dose of the procedural anaesthetic propofol (yes, the same drug that was given to MJ) and five people (three holding me down and two reefing on my leg) popped my hip back into place.  This was all reported to me by my husband who was in the room while this was done to me (it's OK-he is a physician).

I am in a full leg brace and on crutches.  I am SORE.  It feels like an elephant sat on my hip.  I am going to take it easy for the next week or two and will hopefully be back to normal sooner rather than later.  I may not be going to yoga for a bit, but I will return eventually.

And so if I am not blogging for the next little while, it is because, I need to take some time for me.  I need to try to keep the kids occupied while we are cooped up in the house (I can't drive just yet) and I need to keep my energy focused on recovery and healing.

Thanks for your understanding.

Be back soon.