I wanna be an Action Hero… For real.
Hey guys, and ladies! Long time lurker here. In fact, I was an FA addict last year, finally saw the light and came over to the cool side. I needed a training log, because I remembered how much having some people to answer to kept my ass working hard in the gym. And that’s what we’re all here for, right? I see all the cool gals from FA have migrated over, and I felt like joining (Hi CBear! Salsa! & All!).
Let’s get down to business: I’ve been a twat for a good portion of my training life. I maintain that you can’t blame me, for most of it, I was uninformed, toting my Shape magazine to the gym and performing some ridiculously useless exercise while balanced on a swiss ball, dreaming of the day I’d look like Jennifer Aniston… Whoa, Hollywood reference, why? Perhaps I should back it up a little.
My name’s Erynn. I’m an actor. I’m a pretty damn good actor, and singer, and dancer. I used to have the best body image in the world, before school. Then I was surrounded by starving skinny dancers all day, and I looked in the mirror and thought ‘This isn’t right’. I’ve got hips. I’ve got boobs. At the time I had soccer thighs on top of that. I can look at a muscle and think it bigger, it’s insane.
School was rough. I ended up playing angry lesbians in all the shows, maybe because I wasn’t tiny and delicate and waif-ish. Maybe because I’m built like a Celt. Love me Irish blood.
So anyway, fast forward one year out of school, doing some on camera training, and the head of the studio takes me aside to tell me he’s very excited about my work and wants to help me get to where I want to go, but I need to ‘tone’ up a bit to fit into my market. You know, hit the gym, he says, and become Lara Croft. Or go on the ice cream and peanut butter diet and become the chubby best friend, but either way, pick 'cause you’re living in the middle.
Don’t ask me why Shape entered the picture, guess I just wanted a workout with some pretty pictures and a little bit of makeup advice at the same time. I’ll spare you all the developing details, because it’s a story we’ve heard before: fear of the weight room, eventual getting over the fear, fear of the heavy, eventual getting over the fear, nutritional woes and what not, blah blah blah. Let’s jump right up to where I am today:
I got my ass in gear and got a trainer. I lift heavy weights and feel like a superhero. My lower body is ridiculously strong (dance+soccer=thighs of the thunder goddess), my upper body is getting there (damn pullup, I will have you!). I got a nutritionist, and despite the fact that I haven’t lost A POUND in three months, my body composition has completely changed and I eat like a racehorse.
No more of that horrendous 1200 calorie diet crap. As far as my fat loss journey goes, I’m okay with taking it slow. I’d rather it happen naturally over time than me go crazy with the cutting and what not. Could be my fear of the eating disorders from school, either way, I know it’ll happen and I’m not going to stress about it.
I guess this serves as a bit of an introduction too, since there isn’t really a place to do that.
So I know we’re big on goals and pics here.
Goals: a pullup, damnit! A freaking pullup! + Improve my nutrition slowly and steadily + incorporate more conditioning (notice I don’t call it ‘cardio’ ew) to see if that helps move the scale a little (this will be in the form of one kettlebell class/week to start).
Some stats for people:
Weight: 165
Height: 5’7"
- Pic (this one is a progress pic from 2 weeks ago)
