First Deadlift

Yesterday, I finally worked up the courage to deadlift. No machines, just the bar and some heavy weights (well, heavy by my standards). All I can really say, is WOW. The thrill and the excitement, the pride… I haven’t felt this proud of myself in a long time. Because of the arthritis, a lot of exercises are not possible for me without causing damage to my joints. Squatting, for example, is something that I’ve had some difficulty perfecting the form, simply because my knees do not allow for that sort of movement. But deadlifting…I got the form correct, and I fucking did it.

I’ve wanted to do it for so long. I’ve looked on with envy as I see the big muscles in the gym do it. I just never had the confidence, and I didn’t want to fuck it up if I didn’t have the proper form. Thanks to my trainer (and friend of 8 years), along with a nearly empty gym…I did it.

Holy shit. I can’t believe my workouts have been missing this. I’ve read women who did their first deadlift, and never looked back. I didn’t understand how one exercise could change everything. But I get it. I get the trill. I can’t wait for back/bicep day again. I can’t wait to see where I am in a year.

Dammit, I can’t wait to lift heavy shit.

A little motivation 

Lately I’ve been feeling that I haven’t made much progress at the gym. I don’t feel like I’m pushing myself hard enough, even though I always leave drenched in swear and out of breath. I’ve been slacking on taking progress pictures, and I need to get back on top of that. So, to give myself motivation I compared my pictures from when I started to how I looked this morning. Aside from bloating (which unfortunately I cannot avoid), I think the pictures show some great progress, especially for only 2 months. Sorry for the terrible pictures…

Sometimes, Life gets in the way

The past week has been the week from hell. Last Monday, I ended a 2 year relationship. It wasn’t a bad breakup, but it was a breakup none-the-less. He lived with me, and we shared a townhome together. That Friday, July 1st, was my birthday. I had booked a romantic weekend trip to Chateau Elan for two, and I wasn’t going to waste that. So, we went together. While it was a bit stressful, we made it through like civil adults. Although, the roses on the bed had to be removed before we got there – haha.

We discussed who would move out, and my ex agreed to move. So, this Monday, the 4th, I came home to an empty house. I didn’t work out that day. Whoops.

Tuesday, I didn’t find time to work out, and last night, I did some exercises…but didn’t hit the gym. Ok. It’s time to buckle down.

I no longer have someone riding me to go to the gym, and that got me into a rut. He acted as my motivation, and I know he’s been hitting up the gym… so why am I having such a difficult time motivating myself!?

Today, my sister agreed to join me at the gym. I’m hoping I’ll be able to rebuilt the confidence I feel like I lost. I have friends who are willing to join me, but at the end of the day, I have to give myself the push to go. I cannot rely on anyone else but myself.

Time to get back on track.

Rest Day

I’ve had a hard time keeping true to rest day. When we first started, I felt like test days were just lazy days and I was going to lose focus by skipping the gym. I did more research and learned how important rest days really are…but that didn’t stop my guilt!

I had to get over the fear that I would give up, and focus on the positive that I’ve worked my ass off, and dammit I deserve a rest day!

Today, while a rest day, felt very busy! We visited family, I had to go downtown for some errands, and we ended our day floating down the river!

If only every day ended with a lazy float down the river.

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Weigh-in Day!

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Today was weigh in day! We take measurements, progress pictures, and weigh ourselves. I’m looking to gain 15 lbs of muscle by 2018. But right now, my weight has stayed about the same, though I did grow a bit in my biceps and my glute! Progress takes time, I’m happy to see the little changes, even if they are small.

First time on the bench

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Today was the first time I’ve used the bench. It was a pretty big moment, to be honest. It’s the only thing left in the gym that I didn’t have the confidence to use, but thankfully, it was a Saturday and the only people at the gym were running on the treadmill.

I finally conquered the beast that has been holding me back. Now that I’ve done it once, and I got my form (hopefully) right, I’ll be able to work it into my routine!

My Chronic Pain Story

Living with chronic pain

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I normally wouldn’t write something like this, but I have seen a lot of people who are being diagnosed with chronic pain disorders and I thought my experiences might help someone else.

I was diagnosed with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis when I was 18 months old. At about 5 years old, the doctors informed my family that I had gone into remission. They were hopeful that it would be permanent, but at 7 years old I fell down onto my knee and the swelling never went away.

Growing up with chronic pain is different from being diagnosed when you are an adult, as it is the only “norm” you’ve ever known. Unfortunately, it also makes it difficult for adults to understand the significance of the pain or how badly it can affect every aspect of your life. An invisible illness can do terrible things to a child’s spirit, but with the right support system, children can learn how to cope and succeed in life.

I cannot tell you how many times I have wished to wake up and be able to bend my joints without pain, to turn a door handle or open an already opened jar of peanut butter, or even open my car door without pain. Hell, I’ve fallen down crying on the kitchen floor because I was able to open a jar of pickles by myself. But, there is no point in wishing away the cards I was dealt in life.

Learning to cope with arthritis was no easy task. As each year passed, the amount of days I would go without pain would decrease. By the time I was 17, every joint in my body was inflamed and in pain. My jaw could no longer open, my elbows and knees had permanent joint damage, and I bought my first cane.

  • I was diagnosed with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis at 18 months old.
  • I was diagnosed with Chronic Migraine Syndrome at 17 years old.
  • I was diagnosed with Iritis at 17 years old.
  • I was diagnosed with Orthostatic Hypotension at 18 years old.
  • I was diagnosed with Endometriosis at 20 years old.

The Endometriosis diagnosis hit me the hardest. All I could think about was that I am 20 years old. I already have 4 chronic pain disorders, why the hell couldn’t my uterus be left alone? I immediately thought of the worst case scenario – what if I could never have children? Marriage, children, a family…they were not supposed to on my mind when I was this young. I should be thinking about work, hanging out with friends, maybe even car payments, but not a family. And then suddenly the sight of a baby would set me off in tears. I didn’t want to make any major decisions about my future – without even knowing where it was headed.

I was defeated.

I mentally mapped out every part of my body that was in pain. Chronic migraines – my head is always pounding. Iritis – my eyes swell and cause pain constantly. Arthritis – every joint that could possibly be infected, has been for the past 3 years. My jaw cannot open because of the swelling, my elbows and knees are unable to straighten fully and are permanently damaged. My neck, hips, back, fingers, ankles…they are all inflamed and in pain. The orthostatic hypotension causes me to not only get dizzy, but causes varying levels of pain in my chest. And now, now I had Endometriosis. Now, even my uterus was in constant, chronic pain.

How on earth did I wake up every morning?

Before being diagnosed, I spent 8 months bleeding nonstop. Now, take a moment to think about the exhaustion that begins to take over after enough blood loss. Every day, I would lose large amounts of blood, experience extreme pain in my lower abdomen and lower back, have hot and cold flashes, experience nausea and vomiting. This was not the first time that these symptoms had occurred. The problem with Endometriosis, is that still carries a stigma of being a disease for middle-age women, or women nearing menopause. I have been suffering since I was 16 from the Endometriosis, but after 5 doctors, not a single one even uttered the possibility of me having it – even though my symptoms were the exact symptoms used to diagnose it. It was due to my age that I spent years of my life suffering in silence, wondering if there was nothing they could do about the pain. I went through every possible birth control type – oral, I.U.D, injectable, etc. Nothing worked, nothing helped… I was hopeless.

When my OBGYN suggested I have a small procedure, in order for him to look into my uterus, along with the lining of my intestines, to check and see if there were any abnormalities, I immediately agreed. It was the first time that I had a doctor take me seriously enough to consider the possibility of something actually being wrong.

During the surgery, they discovered severe endometriosis. I had asked him before the procedure that if he were to find anything, to remove it. There was no way I would go back into surgery again, when they could have done it the first time. On top of that, it was discovered that my intestines had grown scar tissue, which in turn, was wrapped around my liver. Furthermore, my liver had a yellow-ish tint to it, something that isn’t normally seen in people as young as me, it’s often seen in the elderly. Welp.

The days following the surgery were the hardest, but when I look back on it…I needed those days. I needed that time to fully comprehend what happened, and to gain the confidence that was necessary to finally make a change in my life.

A month after the surgery, I graduated from college with my B.S. in Computer Science (before I can legally drink!). I already had a steady job as a Systems Analyst, and I was feeling pretty damn confident about myself. I managed to bring myself out of the depths of hell, and shine.

But just living isn’t enough, if I am successful in my social life, and my mental life…why not be successful in my physical life? I’m done with excuses, it was time to take my mantra, “I can, and I will”, and apply it to my physical life.

So, here I am. Beginning the journey of a lifetime. I’m here to get fit, to get “swole”, and to show the world that my disabilities will NEVER hold me back.

Dinner 6/15

Wow! This was tasty, and the colors made it even better!

Before this journey, I was as close to a vegetarian as one could come, without actually declaring myself “vegetarian”. I would swerve away from the meat section when I was in the grocery store, and the thought of touching raw meat sent shivers down my spine. It was never an active thought to avoid meat, I just didn’t like it.

But…when you work out and strength train, you need protein. I was only getting 900 calories a day – that’s not enough to bulk up!

When I made this meal, I came home from work around 6:30, and we decided to head out to the gym around 8:30pm (which is now our usual gym time). So I had 2 hours to spare. Rather than my easy-cheat-meal, I opted to begin cooking up some of the meat we had in our fridge.

The result? One of the most delicious meals I’ve made in a LONG time. Roasted potatoes and asparagus, pan steaks, and pan-seared chopped onions.

I haven’t used butter in any meals for about 5 years, so it was pretty easy to make this meal with only olive oil, some salt, and seasoning. My go-to seasonings are garlic/onion powder, lemon-pepper, turmeric (for the joints!), and some lemon juice. Usually, those seasonings bring out the natural flavors of the foods very well.

Confidence Change

Well, last night marked the “habit forming” time period. I was scared I wouldn’t make it through the past three weeks. But I made it 21 days, and I haven’t missed a workout. When I walk into the gym, I feel confident. I feel like I’m at home. Compared to the first day I went…that’s a HUGE change.

I’m more willing to try out exercises, and I LOVE the free weights. It took me about a week to build up the courage to even step foot into the free weight section (and even then, I made sure to go at 11pm, so the gym was empty), before that I was only working on machines. Now, the majority of my workout is built around free weights.

I look back on all the times I have joined a gym in the past, and I wonder, “What made me fail?”. I think my failures in the past were due to 2 things:

  • I was only in the gym to lose weight.
  • I was not confident, nor willing to build confidence.

The gym is intimidating. But it shouldn’t be. Once you get over the initial intimidation, it’s a very friendly environment. The first step to getting into a routine is to build confidence. Everyone in the gym that you look at with envy…they all started out where you are.

I’m still getting over the idea of rest days, as well. It’s hard to go from 100% to 0% and then start back over again. I chose a routine that has my rest days on Sunday and Wednesday. To me, it’s the perfect balance. I don’t care to go out on weekends very much, and usually I would spend my days indoors. But now, I’ve been out and about, ready to jump into the gym.

When I wake up in the morning, I can’t wait to go work out. When I get home from work, I quickly eat and make my protein shake, then head to the gym. It’s so natural now, that I can’t believe I never did it before.

I’m feeling confident today, and it’s also “progress picture day”. I’m excited to see the changes I’ve made! I already feel stronger, and I can open the pickle jar all on my own now!

Today is week 3

I’ll begin with an introduction:

My name is Megan, and I suffer from 7 autoimmune diseases, 5 of which are chronic pain disorders. Of those 7, the 5 that cause chronic pain are: Idiopathic Arthritis (in every joint on my body, but the most severe are my knees and elbows), Iritis, Chronic Migraine Syndrome, Endometriosis, and Orthostatic Hypotension (which makes heart palpitations a near daily occurrence). So, I would consider myself an self-proclaimed expert on experiencing chronic pain.

Now, here’s the kicker: I’m 20 years old. I was diagnosed with arthritis (which I commonly refer to JIA or RA) when I was only 13 months old. I have lived with chronic pain my entire life. I don’t really know anything different, or what my life would be like without pain.

Being as young as I am, there are not a lot of helpful resources out there to help someone like me. Every “Exercise for Arthritis” journal or article I have read (and I have read a lot), assumes that the reader is in their late 50’s, and they recommend the reader to do “light exercise, like swimming or low impact running”.

That’s not good enough for me. I do not want to manage my pain, I want to conquer my pain. 

It’s been 3 weeks since I began my journey. I’ll preface this by saying… this is not a weight loss journey. This is a weight gaining, strength training, muscle-building, ass-kicking journey. I do not just want to be able to open the pickle jar, I want to be able to lift up a crate of pickles without breaking a sweat!

I hope you find some inspiration on here, and if no one else does, I hope I can look back and feel inspired.