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Lisa Nelson
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A very blessed Mother of 3 (8 year old, 4 year old and 7 month old) and owner of The Squishable Baby
A very blessed Mother of 3 (8 year old, 4 year old and 7 month old) and owner of The Squishable Baby

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I finally did it. 4 chin ups in a row, without resetting on the bench!

It’s a miracle!

LOL

You can’t even imagine how much work went into that feat. To get my upper body strong enough...it was like building from nothing.

A year or more of work and eating went into it. Multiple upper body workouts each week. I had to do supersets, giant sets, pyramid schemes.

Sigh.

I am so very weak.

I had to do one muscle group at a time. You can’t build everything at once. The abs, biceps/triceps, the back. 😮🙄. Oh my, the back.

The muscles were so stubborn and reluctant.

But I’m getting it! I cannot explain how amazing it felt. Everything came together, today!

This one thing made my month. An early Christmas gift for mommy! Multiple chin-ups!. #amazing
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Honest post.

My cut has been - well. Slow. Honestly, what is happening is what I suspected would happen, but hoped it wouldn’t.

Lol

I have lost almost zero pounds. lol. Over the last 2 months, I lost maybe 3 (and that’s being very liberal and progressive). Conservatively, maybe 2.5 lbs.

2.5 lbs. does nothing for love handles.

Since I’m eating in a deficit, I’m hoping that I am indeed losing fat. I hope that my body abides by the laws of thermodynamics, but at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if it didn’t. The thing is, I think I’m building muscle - which makes the scale sort of - annoying.

My measurements have gone down and my body is changing -just not in the way I thought it would.

Am I happy? I’m happy with the way I’m training, and I don’t want that to change. I like lifting heavy. I think there are a huge advantages - over and above - just loving it, you know?

I’m progressively moving up in weight on all my lifts. I have increased my breath on my compound lifts (those requiring the use of multiple muscle groups) and I am seeing change.

You see those before and after pics of those people who are super lean and muscular.

I’m like, if I could only manage to lose 5 lbs, maybe the love handles would disappear.

Sigh.

But, I’m staying the course. If I am indeed losing fat and building muscle, then in the end, i’m winning! That’s the ultimate, right?

The thing is, I can’t say I’m wearing a size 0 - cause I’m not. I was wearing an 8 at the end of my reverse diet, and I’m still at an 8. Im fact, the thighs and butt - starting to feel a bit snug.

Sigh.

I’m going to cut through December, and then head back up for a diet break after the new year.

Maybe I will come back at it early spring with a more conditioning/cardio approach.

Who knows what I will do next. I’m a little crazy and I like lifting heavy.
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I was telling my hubby the other day that I don’t want to be in a wheelchair, unable to move - if I can avoid it.

I don’t want to be a burden and I don’t want to be sickly.

Yeah, sometimes we don’t have a choice, but I do think, in many situations, we do. We are what we eat and we are how we live our lives.

He mentioned that I should have more fun cause I might have a heart attack tomorrow. Yes, he’s right. I might have a heart attack tomorrow, but highly unlikely. It would have to be a congenital problem, cause I eat like crazy balanced. I was lamenting over dinner that I am doing everything I can - not to have a long life, but to have the absolute best life I can have while alive.

I would rather have 100 amazing days where I can enjoy being outside, enjoy time with family, and be able to move freely and assert my mind - than 600 spent being a prisoner in my own body.

I want to enjoy every single minute. I want to appreciate every single day.

I’m making a concerted effort to take more chances, to try things I know I can’t do (cause who really knows, right?), and to do things that are scary.

It’s time to not be afraid to to make real progress, you know?

I have been steadily increasing the weights. I have been doing different lifting schemes, and it’s paying off for me in real ways.

I could never repeatedly crunch to lift my legs to the bar, and look!

It’s amazing - the things one can accomplish when you work towards them.

At over 20, I’m in the best shape of my life, and getting better! #winning #choices
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Soooo...someone close to me informed me that I was too rigid.

LOL.

My thought, what’s wrong with rigidity? Being rigid makes you focused. It creates positive results.

🙄

I’m rigid and regimented. #ohwell there are worse things.

So I’m sitting here, this morning, waiting for the car to be fixed ( as a reminder, I broke it when I slammed the side-view mirror into a mailbox a few days ago), thinking.

I realized that I haven’t had a cheat meal in over a year.

It should be put on the reduculist, seriously.

At the minimum, you should cheat quarterly. It’s good for the head.

But in my defense, I haven’t felt deprived - so no need to have an “official” cheat meal.

So being regimented and planned, I planned a cheat meal. 🤣

It will happen in a few weeks. I will plan to change my workouts so that the day is a big leg day.

And I will cheat.

How’s that for not being rigid? #winning

Plus, I get to see a very good friend, who I have missed dearly.
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I don’t much pay attention to the way I look when I go to the gym. Peeps are kind of used to my flying hair and sweat.

I pretty much move around like a ghost.

There are some that put on make up and such, but I’m clearly not one of those people.

I’m not looking for a date. I have a date with a barbell, and the only thing that concerns me is that I’m lifting more volume than I did the previous week.

What my hair looks like is tertiary.

It’s funny, one time I had done a bunch of burpees, and my hair was literally sticking up on end. LOL.

All of it!

I actually scared myself when I looked in the mirror. 😱

I go there to work towards PRs. And I know I’m not supposed to say it, but it is hard work.

And if I look tired in this picture, it’s because I was. After 5 sets of increasing weight barbell curls, a girl gets a bit tired. #winning
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Thank goodness Haydee was kind enough to keep a plethora of his old sweatshirts (that he’s grown out of) in his closet.

Now I have something to wear when I don’t get to my laundry! #winning #closetshopping

Time to go vote! #voteblue
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This morning, Roya and I are putting together our vote forward letters for our party!

Have you heard of it?

Basically, you adopt voters in swing states and send a letter of encouragement. Basically, telling them how important their vote is - and how imperative it is for them to vote in November.

😣😣

Anyway, Roya and I are gonna take a drive and deliver our packages!

For more info - or to adopt voters go to http://votefwd.org #happiness #votefwd #voteforward
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Today was chest and abs day. I got lucky! Haydee joined me!

I had just a fabulous training session today. I really felt it. Like the cable crunches, I was concentrating on feeling the crunch every single rep - so much so that I thought I was going to throw-up everything I drank up to that point. 😁

You know, the last month or so, I have been really enjoying my workouts. I have always enjoyed them - but it’s different. I feel like I’m progressing. The exercises are really good. I am having a lot of fun. I look forward to going everyday.

I am just really enjoying it right now. I enjoy the challenge. I enjoy the struggle and I enjoy the success.

I am liking the changes I’m seeing in my strength and confidence.

I just feel really good on the inside. Really good.

I love it! I live every single minute. ❤️❤️ #loveit #happiness
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Last night, My hubby says I’m not a princess.

LOL.

You know what? He’s right, I’m not a princess.

He’s there when I’m not strong, but I exist on my own. I stand on my own two feet. I have my own brain and I make up my own mind. I don’t want to be put on a pedestal.

I want to make my own mark on this world.

I’m going for my dreams - unrelenting.

I guess if that makes me something other than a princess, so be it.

Right now, the only thing I want in this world is this - what I’m doing. I want it more than any material possession. I want it more than I want a brand new house with a workout room with squishablebaby.com painted on the wall. I want it more than I want a Fitbit or 2 karat diamond ring or an iPhone or Apple Watch. I want it more than I want to be a princess.

I’m going for it. I’m putting my heart and soul into it.

Today was leg day. I progressed every exercise I thought was ready. Clearly I wasn’t ready to move up in weight in all exercises, but the big ones (squats, deadlifts, lunges), I was ready.

Walking lunges - I do not like, which is okay. I dread doing 3 sets of 30. But, I find it helpful to do things I don’t like - and still be able to move forward and progress.

It makes me a stronger person - because in life, everything isn’t candy, fun and roses.

Sometimes you have to walking lunge through life. 😣😣

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I’m off to the gym for shoulder day.

Personally speaking, this is my favorite day to use the jump rope between weight sets.

If you swing the rope, like you are drawing circles on a nickel, your shoulders will burn.

🔥🔥

It doesn’t take long. 20-seconds and you will feel it! #shoulderday
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