Thursday, December 10, 2015

The 528th post, which is also the last post...

  • Hello friends. I'm back for my last word on this blog. I have rebranded myself. I decided to change my social media handle to Punchapalooza, and starting in the New Year, I will be writing on a new blog. Ive already worked on the design and you can take a sneak peak here. I decided that I'm ready to enter a new chapter of my life. This month marks my 3rd year of maintenance and I don't think I want to talk about maintenance anymore. I've got many fitness goals to conquer in the next 18 months and they all centre around boxing and strength training. Hence my name change.
  • I will no longer be posting my blog to the Dr. Poon Facebook pages. New blog, different content. I will not be deleting Poonapalooza. I know it comes up when new patients Google Dr. Poon's diet for research purposes. And it's important for me to keep my detailed journey for those who are embarking on their own journey. So the blog remains (even though I won't be monitoring it).
  • If those of you who read my blog through Dr. Poon's Facebook pages would like to continue reading my new blog, you can like my Facebook page, Punchapalooza, or there's a Follow by Email gadget on the right panel of my blog above the My Followers gadget.
  • Although I'm feeling a bit sad about putting Poonapalooza to bed, I'm excited about new goals and writing different content. I just feel that I'm ready to move on from weight loss and maintenance and embark on fitness and lifestyle. 
  • My final Transformation Tuesday post from Instagram is above. It will be my final one where I use an old pic of myself as the before. The photo on the right will be my new before pic. I'm excited to see what I'll look like in another year. I'm starting to get some stomach definition. My obliques and maybe a hint of abs. It's surreal for me to see those photos side by side. I lined up my shoulders elbows and hips as best I could. It helps me see how far I've really come. I wore size 24 on the left, and I wear a solid size 10 now. It wasn't easy for me when I started to get bigger and had to size up, but I know this is all part of the process. And I've got a big booty and inner thigh muscles to accommodate. 
  • My strength training is coming along very well. I trapped 200 last week and I'm at the lowest resitance band for pull-ups. This makes Tony very excited. Next month is when the real training starts. I'm going to be training with Kingsway Boxing Club probably 2 nights a week, with Tony 2 mornings a week, and on my own 2 times per week. And I've got to work in yoga a couple times a week. It will help with the boxing and the strength training. My flexibility is abominable!
  • My arms are healing. The left better than the right. The right is still swelling and is lumpy near the inner top part, but I'm told to be patient. It will all absorb in time. I only have to wear the compression sleeves when I train now, which is much less onerous than it has been. My thighs can ache after activity and they feel numb in certain areas. It doesn't hinder my training though. I looked at my bum today, which I haven't done in ages. There are tiny dark purple holes where the lipo sites were. While checking out my butt, I also noticed I'm getting lower back dimples. So progress all around.
  • Anyway, it's time to wrap this up. I thank you all for sharing this journey with me. I'm hopeful that you will continue to read the next chapter of my life. The "this shit is getting real and I'm going to become a licensed amateur boxer" chapter. Olympic boxing is no joke yo! Team Canada here I come. Bahahahaha...
  • Oops! I almost forgot. Very best wishes for a happy holiday season!

Friday, November 20, 2015

The post about unplugging...

  • I posted this to Instagram, Twitter and my Poonapalooza Facebook page. I'm taking a social media break. To be honest, I've no idea when I'll be back. And I'm not 100% sure that I will write here again. Over the past few months I've had some negativity towards my blog via mostly anonymous comments that never make it past my eyes. I've been called narcissistic, vain, uncaring, the usual stuff. And it gets to me much less than it used to. I accidentally deleted 4 comments I received earlier this week. One of them asked me what happened to me and said I've likely lost a lot of readers because of the direction my blog has gone (being vain with all the selfies). I appreciate my readers, especially the one's that have hung around for the long haul. But I've never written this blog for them.
  • My blog has always been written for me. I started it 4 years ago to keep myself accountable during my weight loss. And although the focus changed after I went on maintenance, I still wrote because chronicling how much work maintenance is was important to me. Everyone focuses on the weight loss portion of lifestyle change, but no one wants to know what is involved with maintaining the weight loss. That is the most important part. Everyone has this skewed idea about how life will be perfect once the weight is off. It doesn't work that way. I had that same fantasy in my head. I wasn't prepared for the major self esteem issues or the on going planning and effort that came with maintenance. 
  • I take a lot of pictures of myself. And I do that for me. No one else. The truth is, I've never paid any mind to how many followers I have. I've gotten quite a bit of media exposure over the past few years. And with that comes offers from companies to promote products in exchange for more exposure and financial gain. I have never accepted any offer that has come my way. I have always wanted to keep the integrity of my blog. I lost the weight through diet (Dr. Poon's Metabolic Diet) and exercise. That's all I would ever promote on here. I don't care to mislead anyone by shilling diet products that I have never used to make money. So the fact that my blog, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram has stayed at a relatively small following is perfectly fine by me. I have never called myself an inspiration or tried to market myself as one.
  • I am flattered that some people are motivated by my weight loss success. But I am no one special. I am just a woman who has lost weight and continues the daily struggle to keep it off. Many share my story. The person you should find inspiration in is yourself. That's why I photograph myself. I am inspired by my achievements over the last 4 years and seeing myself as I am now, inspires me to keep moving forward. Because the day I stop photographing myself and being proud of the way I look, is the day that I have fallen back into my old habits. And that would also be the day I put my health and fitness on the back burner. My ultimate goal is to never see that day again.
  • I am a genuinely nice and caring person. I work in a field where all I do is care for others and part of the reason I'm unplugging right now is because I need to find balance in my family, work and personal life. Sometimes it all becomes overwhelming. I may not respond to every comment posted because keeping up with 4 forms of social media while working full time and commuting and mothering can be daunting. But I do respond to each and every email I receive (I try to respond within a week of receiving it). I even respond to the negative ones that attack me. And even those I respond to in a respectful manner. 
  • I will not shut this blog down, and I may return to it. Or I may start an entirely new blog once I start boxing training which would focus on that part of my life. Who knows? I've some planning and soul searching to do. Whatever I plan to do, I will be writing for me again. You are more than welcome to come along for the ride though. Peace out:-)

Friday, November 13, 2015

The post about lifting my own body weight, being unrecognizable and I did not forget...

  • Meanwhile, Monday on Instagram...
  • It's coffee time and it's fecken freezing out. Minus 2C with the windchill. I don't have a winter coat. Something I have to remedy very soon. That and new snow tires. This morning it hurt to get out of bed. The abs got worked hard yesterday. I dream of a hard stomach. I don't need a 6 pack, or even a 4 pack. Just a hard, flat surface would be nice. My stomach, although somewhat flat, is soft. I'm not complaining though. I spent my life hating my abdomen. 
  • My stomach and my arms were my most hated body parts and the two areas I tried hardest to cover up. I still cover up my stomach. I'm not gonna lie. I filtered this photo because it was so white it was blinding. My stomach never sees the light of day. But maybe with consistent hard work over the next year, it'll get some muscle. And with muscle will come confidence. And with confidence I'll still keep it covered because I'm 45 years old for Pete sake! Haha! I shit you. If you've got it (confidence) flaunt it, no matter what your age or size:-) Happy Monday! 

  • Meanwhile, Tuesday on Instagram...
  • It's coffee time and who lifted their body weight on the trap bar this morning? This girl did. And let me just say, I'm fecken heavy! My personal best. And I was able to do 10 reps. Next week we up the weight and do less reps. I'm not gonna lie. I'm pretty damn proud of myself. 
  • Tony also put me in the leg press which looks like a medieval torture machine if you ask me. He gets me to warm up with 90 pounds then says he's adding 90 more. Whoa! Wait! What? That's quite the jump I yell at him. He says, "Leigh, you just trapped 165, you can press 180". And he was right. I actually ended up pressing 200. 
  • And the weighted vest:-( Wearing that while doing walking lunges and back extensions is no joke yo. The vest weights 45 pounds and he had me carry 2x10 pound dumbbells. I hate him. Not true. I love my trainer. He challenges me and makes me work hard. I'm feeling super fatigued and I was starving by the time I got home. I ate all the protein and now I'm getting ready for my work day. I've a few reports to write, then I'm heading to Toronto for a dinner meeting. Have an awesome day everyone:-)

  • It's transformation Tuesday and I often forget how different my face looks from 4 years ago. When I was at an all day workshop for work last week, I sat at a table with a woman I've known for years. I work for a fairly big organization and we do not work out of the same office. But I see her once in a while. I greeted her warmly and she smile and nodded. I could see the disconnect right away. I wrote my name on the tags provided and the workshop began. 
  • At the break she said, "Leigh, the last training we attended together was in Hamilton at that yacht club". I told her I remembered. They served lunch and the view of Hamilton harbor was nice. Then she said, that it was five years ago. I replied, "That long ago? That's the last time I saw you?". She said it was, then leaned over and whispered, "I didn't recognize you. You look wonderful". And here I thought she was pissed at me. I always forget that I look different and people that have known me for 15 years will walk right past me without any recognition. I always love seeing the look on their faces when I stop them to talk and they realize it's me...

  • Meanwhile, Wednesday on Instagram...
  • It is coffee time and today we remember...
  • #LestWeForget 
  • #RememberThem 
  • #11days11ways 
  • #RemembranceDay2015

  • It was a long day and all I really want to do is go to bed. I've an early morning training session. I'll be up at 4:30 and at the gym by 5:30. After I do HIIT, it's upper body which means shoulders and back. And core. He'll make me do core. And all the pull ups and push ups. Hate them both. 
  • Today I felt geriatric. After my personal best on the trap bar yesterday I was strutting around like I was tough shit. Today I could barely make it out of bed. My hamstrings, quads and ass are so sore. I was all like, "I'm gonna run Wednesday morning". I can't even comfortably get in and out of my car. I'm too delicate for this shit. Why? Why do I torture myself like this? Goals. That's why...