Thursday, August 11, 2011
I eat around 1,500 calories a day. Some days it pushes out to 1,800 and some days it goes as low as 1,300. Working out simply suppresses my appetite and I don't eat as much.
I am physically active 7 days a week. My high active days, Monday and Wednesday's, I burn over 2,359 calories. This is calculated by SP and I think it's actually more.
My weight has stayed the same or showed a slight gain over the past few weeks. I simply don't eat enough to gain weight. NOT possible. Before I hit the panic button and contact Doc I thought I'd reach out to all my SP Peeps ...
How do all of you know what calorie range you should be eating in? If I let the SP counter dictate I'd be eating over 2,000 calories a day. That seems like an awful lot of healthy foods to ingest and digest.
As I said on my status update this morning, I don't think I'm eating enough to fuel the machine. How do I educate myself on this? Where do I get the correct info? I don't want to guess and I certainly don't want to give myself to over eat just because I am expending so much energy these days.
If all else fails I'll email Doc and or set up a consultation to discuss it with him. Before that happens I thought I'd do my due diligence.
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Last night was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.!
I headed over to the gym for Zumba at 6:00. The instructor has put together a different routine so I was using not only my body but my mind to keep up in class. It felt a little less intense but I was sweating from head to toe when finished.
After Zumba I found the Mr on the rowing machine. When he was finished he sat with me for a few minutes while I had my snack and drank more water. We chatted about various things and then it was time to get back to it. He set off for home. I enjoyed the elliptical for 30 minutes.
I took another short break and decided to change my shirt before boxing started. Going into boxing with a dry shirt just makes me feel better. By the end it's a sweaty mess too.
Of course we jumped rope and did our pushups to start the class. This is still not my favorite part of class BUT I take it in stride and am working on foot work while jumping. Stretching was next. I take it seriously due to all the muscle groups we use.
I was disappointed to see that none of the newbies from Wednesday night returned. Disappointment but not surprised. I still hold out hope that they will make a return appearance. Many of the veterans were back and I felt more connected with them and they were more talkative with me too which felt good.
The class was split up into two groups. One group went to the heavy bags and one group stayed on the floor with pads. I was in the group with the pads. Being on the floor with pads means kicking combinations. I immediately noticed that my kicks were stronger, especially my right leg. I was powerful! I love the sound when I connect with the pad just right, it sounds like pure power. I do need to work on my left leg kicks, the extension isn't quit there and it's less powerful.
During our break between kicking and the heavy bag we all grabbed some water and took a few deep breaths. It was then that one of the veterans - out of the blue - turns and looks me dead and the face and says, "WAIT?! You went to Zumba BEFORE coming to boxing?" Um, Ya. Then my sparing partner speaks up and tells the other veteran that I not only did Zumba but that I do other cardio between classes. The veteran just stands and stares at me. Then I hear her say, "You're a Bad Ass! A serious Bad Ass!" *GIGGLES*
When it was our turn on the heavy bags I was excited beyond belief. I strapped on my gloves and could barely stand still. Alfredo showed us the combinations and turned us loose. We did each combination for 30 seconds and went for three rounds. (I wished it would have been longer.) After the three rounds we would switch. My punches were strong and powerful. My sparing partner looked at me at one point and told me I hit like Miguel - a male boxer in our class. I smiled! One of the other veterans asked me what or who I was thinking about when I was on the heavy bag. I just shrugged and smiled. I thought about it later and you know, I don't think about a darn thing. My mind is blank and I see and hear nothing when I throw the punches. It's a comfortable zone that I enter and I want to stay in until my arms & legs are depleted. I can't, yet, describe the feeling of connecting with the bag.
After the heavy bags we went back to the floor for more sparing. This time we did punching and kicking combinations. By this time our arms and legs are fatigued and our lungs on fire ... well, I can't speak for everyone but I know that's how I felt. Even with that, I could feel the power exploding from me & dug deeper and deeper to do the combinations. The best news is, my stamina has improved over the last couple of weeks!
Once we finished with our combinations - each partner taking their turn - we needed to do thirty situps, thirty crunches and thirty leg lifts. BRUTAL! I walked home last night and had endless energy, unlike the other nights when I wanted to crawl into a hot shower and collapse into bed. I just kept going and going last night.
Ya, that's right - I AM A BAD ASS! AND, I throw punches like a guy!
Friday, August 05, 2011
Today I found my alarm clock tucked under the covers and in my left hand. When I'm desperately tired and my alarm goes off I will hit the snooze button in a sleepy haze, grab the clock and pull it under the covers. Why? So not to wake the Mr if I feel a few more minutes of bliss are needed. Today, I don't remember the first alarm or the second snooze. I was out! I poured myself out of bed feeling the effects of my workouts. I stubble to the bedroom door to be greeted by the two fur balls ready to play and have a breakfast, unconditional love that early in the morning warrants a smile and a nudge.
I move on with my chores with sleep in my eyes and then settle in front of the scale. Yesterday's sneak peak showed a downward trend - today not so much. I step, look, reset, step again, look, and then just walk away. No need to be bitter about a number. The elusive 229.5 will be mine . . . maybe tomorrow or next week or next month. I've waited more than two years to see it - what's another day or week?! Okay, I'm a little bitter. Iím human!
When folks near and dear to me and those who I have just met have commented and asked about my weight loss over the past weeks I smile. When asked, "Are you losing weight again?" I reply with, "YA! I am! Thanks!" So it may not be pounds lost but my body is toning and shaping.
4 days & 480 fitness minutes = a tired KT! I'm tired, sore and have visible signs of water retention in my face. A slight headache has throbbed for 24 hours acting like a nuisance but not a hindrance.
Today I rest and repair. Tomorrow I begin again.
Today I rest. My body repairs.
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Instead of running home after my Zumba last night I stuck around the gym. I took a short break to have a snack, then did 35 minutes on the elliptical before boxing was to start. I was determined to stick around. Fear was not going to win!
I stood alone at 8:05 wondering were the gang was and then I suddenly panic thinking, "What if it's only me? Alfredo will drill me into the ground if that's the case." HA! Fear not, two of my favorite veterans came to class and three newbies showed up. We all had a fantastic time in class. Well as much fun as one can have when being whipped into shape by a fierce boxing instructor. We punched, kicked, ran, drilled, foot work, jumped rope, and did pushups and situps until we were dripping with sweat. 120 minutes later we were done and completely exhausted.
The newbies were great and worked so hard. Last night I was no longer considered a newbie, I guess that's what three weeks of hard work get ya. I spared with Angelica, the youngest of the newbies. She was a real sweetheart looking for a place to fit in. Two weeks prior she had come out from Michigan to visit a cousin for a week and ended up staying, enrolling in college, getting a job and joining a gym. Talk about an adventure seeker.
To think, if I'd let fear win last night, if the fighter in me had quit, I would never have met Angelica. I would have missed an awesome workout too. I learned that sparing with someone different is just that different but allows me to expand my range.
Repeatedly people I know and don't know have asked me if I'm losing weight or have commented on how good I look. Courage. Determination. Health. They all look good on me.
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