I am actually feeling pretty good right now. We went to one of those shopping mall outdoor carnivals for the kids and there was fun had by all, but here it is, wait for it…I did not buy mini donuts! That is a true fait in itself. Me & the kiddies shared a cherry snow cone and I am pretty sure I got all the snow.
Exercise is my drug of choice. My withdrawal symptoms include extreme crankiness, a short fuse and waves of resentment. When I get my fix I feel euphoric, confident and proud. I have never been one to consume caffeine. I drink decaf herbal teas and a lot of water. Peer pressure has always had an opposite effect on me. As a result I have never smoked….anything. Shopping serves its purpose but I prefer sewing presents over buying them. For years I have felt like a misfit for the lack of addiction in my life.
I get why people give up. Running, Capoeira, training with Fitness on the Go…. I’m friggin working hard here people! Tina took my measurements before today’s session. One was less than desirable for my expectations I am very happy with the rest of my results, but this 1 lingered on my mind. Could I have thrown in the towel, took of my runners, grabbed a big bag of Nachos and sat watching cartoons all morning? Yes… but did I? Hell NO! No way am I going to let 1 measurement throw all this hard work out the window. This is not a battle of me and my scale. If it were, the scale would have been the heavy weight champion and I would be in a scorpion death lock screaming uncle.
It happened. I fell off the band wagon. It’s Easter weekend and there has been many temptations haunting me this past week. But I’ve kept a strong hand on myself, that is, until yesterday. Actually that isn’t even the truth, it was the day before. This year Easter was at my house and I did all the prep to feed and entertain 9 kids and 9 adults. Seemed easy enough….
Make it work: You got an excuse? I have a solution! MAKE IT WORK
My last few weeks have been filled with its fair share of hiccups. I lost a wonderful uncle to cancer, decided to get our place ready for sale, entertained out of town house guests, and battled a stomach bug outbreak. These are just the things that my mommy brain can remember at this moment. Life is unpredictable at the best of times. I would get nothing completed beyond changing poopy diapers and pouring cheerios if I didn’t attempt to make the best out of my circumstances. Most women I know are lucky to fit a shower in to their day, let alone a workout. Despite the chaos I made a lot of effort to continue with my workouts…and here is how I did it.
I can still feel the heat in my cheeks and the taste of salt on my top lip from today’s workouts. (Yes more than 1) I am starting to thrive on the burn, the sweat and the intense feelings that I get from pushing myself. Disappointment overcomes me once I realize a session is over. I feel like I could go forever, I know this feeling can’t last… or can it?
I so need a pick me up this week/month. I am not sure if it’s change or some great weather. I was shopping at Thrifty’s and there was these vitamins for sale in the health food area called “joy” and I almost bought them for $38, and then as a second thought, I know you can feel good/joy from a healthy lifestyle and it’s practically free if you do it right. I just need to let one of my jobs go or something. This is not depression, but as women it is truly amazing to me how you can feel one way and then 48 hours later feel great and you wonder why things seemed so impossible.
I don’t know what to say other than my whole week was unfocused due to the Holiday. Ray did not come by on Monday since it was Easter Monday and I ate turkey and chocolate instead of doing my 50 lunges. There was a really good class at the gym called “bodypump” so I attempted that one; and when the instructor asked “is there anyone here that is new?” I didn’t put up my hand up because I hate drawing attention to myself. It was basically a non-aerobic class with barbells and lots of lunges and a bunch of strenuous arm presses. Going outside your comfort zones still allows you to hobble around for a few days like you don’t have knees; even after all this work I have been putting in over the last 2 months. It feels like more of a long journey than a result based action plan. I need to put in more effort. There was this woman at the grocery store yesterday that looked totally ripped and tanned. Like she accomplished a marathon in Hawaii. So that tells me there are definitely levels of success you can judge yourself by.
I really enjoyed my work out last night; it was a good boxing jogging sissy squatting push up planking workout.
My legs are getting tighter even though the scale only read a few pound weight loss, it does show in other ways.
Having a personal trainer ring my door bell with gear and a smile helps when you really want to cancel just because you’re tired.
I have asthma. In high school I had an attack so badly I was in hospital for 4 days. This was the first time I heard the word asthma referring to me, but I can first pinpoint my grade 8 gym class to the first time I didn’t feel right. It was the 12 minute run and we had to run around a track as many times as we could. The best female runner could do 4.75 laps and I could do 2 something. I’m not sure how to portray that I wanted to do better, I just couldn’t.
Ode to my Saggy Underwear: Gone are the days of invisible panty lines and French lace thongs. Or are they? Becoming a mom moved matching or even coordinating panty sets pretty far down my priority list. I not only stopped caring but I also stopped fitting all of my alluring underwear. That combined with more trips to WalMart then La Senza my drawers are now filled with the 100% cotton and comfort of Fruit of the Loom instead of its previously inhabited lacy counterpart.
Trainer Ray came over and I thought he would be a bit easier on me since I was exhausted from a really long day and I didn’t want to cancel all together, but he wasn’t. During the workout I actually felt like I should have done the seniors centre aerobics class in chairs with 2 pound weights, which was more the speed I was looking for. You know how they struggle to get that weight up every single rep! Well that was me, and Ray was laughing. I would have laughed too; it was such a pathetic attempt. I even looked at the 10 pound weight end to make sure it wasn’t a 12 or 15 and he was trying to sneak one past me.
I am starting to see results and Ray promised to bring the scale next week to keep me motivated. I hope to see a nice 10 pound loss. (fingers crossed).