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I've been holding off talking about this past week, hoping that I'd have some changes to report. Something worth celebrating - heck, at this point, I'd settle for 'worth writing about.' It's not been a good week. Not by any stretch of the imagination. I think I can safely say that it was worse than the first week I worked out, and that's saying something.Becky's weights regimen is not working well for me. I've suspected this for most of the past week, but wanted to give myself at least through Monday to make sure that it wasn't just me bellyaching over new work. Sure, I am, to some degree, but that's not all it is.
Becky asked me to start all the exercises at three sets (see link in previous paragraph), with no instructions for increasing weight, reps, or sets over the next couple of weeks. It was just, 'do this, and if you can'd do it at this weight, drop down until you're able to finish the reps.'
I've left the gym each weight training day just exhausted. With the exception of the pushups (in which I struggled so much that it was impossible to go anywhere but up) I've seen no gains in strength in any of the load-bearing exercises. I thought maybe it was because it was the first week - you know the adage, what's difficult the first time is easier the second?
Not so. I'm still struggling on most of the exercises. Several of them get finished mostly by strength of will only. I think you guys know me well enough to realize that I'm not going to drop down in weight on an exercise unless I think I'm in imminent danger of hurting myself: I dropped down twenty pounds (260->240) in leg presses and still am not sure that I'm at the correct weight.
I don't know what's 'expected' for a woman my age to be able to do on that machine, but doing 45 reps (3 sets of 15) with my feet straight, another 45 with my toes pointed out, and another 45 with legs and feet together leaves my legs shaking.
I've never particularly trusted this new weight training regimen, and I'm quickly growing to hate it. It's almost impossible for me to make it through a weight training day without either a nap or a solid case of exhaustion. I'm willing to tough out soreness and tiredness in exchange for solid gains in strength or endurance, but I'm seeing no evidence of either.
My gut tells me that I should have started out with fewer reps and built up to what Becky was asking me to do, and that the reason I'm struggling so hard is that I'm pushing my body too hard each weight training day, without giving it any time to acclimate. (It's not hard to make the incremental move from nine to ten, but trying to go from zero to ten, while skipping all the numbers in between, guarantees that you'll be spending a couple of nights each week in the tub.)
I've asked Kat for contact information for her new trainer, Val. Kat has spoken highly of her each time the subject of trainers has come up, and right now, I could use the boost. I didn't feel any sort of connection with Becky like I did with Laura, and my frustration level has been steadily rising as I've struggled through each instance of the new weight training regimen.
Right now, all I've got is that my clothes are still fitting more loosely. My weight continues to refuse to drop, and it was impossible to tell if I've had any measurement changes over the past four weeks, since Becky's measurements were so different from Laura's that they might as well have been taken from two different bodies.
Perhaps Val will be better. If I'd worked with Becky first, I doubt I would've made it eight weeks.
Every day, on the elliptical machine, I see ads for diet pills. Normally I chuckle internally and go on. Today I just wanted to curl up into a little ball and cry.
I know this is the right way to do it, but right now, I feel so lost.
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