Tuesday, September 06, 2011
I brought the scale out of the closet to have a look see. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Jokes on me! I discovered I've maintained my weight loss of 89.5 - hold your applause please. I take little comfort in this because I've been maintaining for the past three years while on this magical plateau of mine.
My first reaction - anger. My second - to have a fall down, scream out loud, little girl tantrum in the living room. My third - anger. My fourth - take thee arse to the gym. Admittedly, I reacted on all levels but in the moment I had to hustle to make Zumba class and my quarter mile run so I was too distracted to have my little girl tantrum or to stay angry for too long. No, no that came later.
Yes, I did suck it up and go to the gym that day. I couldn't miss Zumba, my favorite instructor was in the house and I just couldn't miss her class. Class was absolutely amazing and I earned every drop of sweat that dripped and flung from me. After that I had just enough time to get in my quarter mile run. I ran slow logging a 3:34 instead of a 3:30. *GASP*
I log nearly 3,000 fitness minutes a month. I eat within my calorie range 99% of the time. I sleep 8 hours a night. I stay positive and have reduced my stress levels significantly. I take my supplements. I stopped drinking soda. I even monitor my sugar intake. All this and I'm lucky enough to just maintain. What else must I do? Oh yeah, wait. Wait for my metabolism to fix itself. Wait for my inner bits to decide I won't damage them any more. Wait. Just wait says Doc. A new four letter word in my vocabulary . . . "WAIT!" It's like a prison sentence.
Sure, non scale victories are fantastic! Feeling better is priceless! Yet, it feels a little hollow when the same number pops up on the screen of the scale week after week; year after year. Why keep going? I fight because I don't quit. But know this . . . MY MAGICAL PLATEAU IS KICKING MY BUTT!
Thursday, September 01, 2011
Yesterday I developed another dull headache and by the middle of the afternoon I was so tired I wanted to crawl under my desk and take a nappy-poo. Instead I popped Tylenol, using the recommended dosage as a mere suggestion, and drank down four glasses of water. Within an hour I felt better. I didn't want a repeat of Monday night where after 90 minutes of working out I ended up in the fetal position in bed with the covers over my head praying for sleep or death.
After work I walked myself over to the gym determined to get my full workout in - mission accomplished!
As I walked home I reflected on my night at the gym with mixed emotion. My status on FB last night says it all . . . "I almost used my naughty words in Zumba class tonight and I almost kicked a bimbo's ass in boxing - ALMOST! Lucky for them I'm a lady so I didn't."
Note to world: It's not so much that I'm too much of a lady that I won't use my naughty words in public, because I will, it's more the fear of being banned from class AND the gym that keeps me in line.
I love my Zumba classes but I don't love all the people who attend. One lady is a floater which means she can't stay in her space and floats around the room displacing many people during class. Another lady has the ability to suck the air out of the room with her downer attitude and general crankiness. And still, others come to class late and insist on squeezing in instead of staying in the back where there's ample room. How am I adjusting without using my naughty words or throwing an elbow or two? I'm exploring other areas of the studio and I won't compromise my spot no matter how sweetly those tardy individuals are.
The woman with the bimbo type personality attended boxing. I generally will steer clear of her because I don't like the flighty, twirl your hair around your finger, pop your gum, stare off into space attitude all the while singing, la la la approach to life. Boxing is a controlled sport and this class requires everyone to pay attention or someone will get hurt. Well, as luck would have it I got paired with her - Boo! She thought I was new to boxing which clearly tells me she doesn't pay attention because we've been in class together; plus, she stated that she ALWAYS gets paired with new people. I just smiled and asked, "shall we get started?" Immediately after I landed my first few kicks she realized I was not new and meant business. I guess it's okay to envision pulverizing your sparring partner into dust, as long as you don't do it! *EVIL LAUGH* After 90 minutes with her I can only image she is paired with newbies due to her lack of focus and drive. I know from others she's been coming for quit sometime but she has not progressed in the slightest - the instructor still views her as a newbie. By the end of class she was completely exhausted and I was walking on cloud 9. I had energy to burn.
A sample of one of our kicks -
For my next trick . . .
I need to figure out a way to come down off the high I get from boxing after I get home. I am never hungry - even after working out for 3.5 hours - and I now buzz around like a hummingbird. I try to read and relax in a dimly lit room but the electric energy just keeps moving through me. That makes it hard to get beauty sleep.
Tonight I will run my quarter mile and attend Zumba.
Question: How do you decompress after a hard, energizing session, at the gym?
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
It takes me 3 minutes, 30 seconds to run a quarter of a mile. When my mind turns to the dark side and I don't want to run I just remind myself that it ONLY takes me three minutes and thirty seconds. That's it, so suck it up and run! It's a great motivator. So much so that last night between classes I ran my first quarter mile, walked for a few minutes and then powered back up and ran a second quarter mile. Plus, on Saturday, just for the fun of it, I ran for five minutes before I cooled down. *SHOCKING, I KNOW!* I've been experimenting with speed too. I increase and decrease my speed and run like I'm mad. At the end of my second quarter mile last night I was sucking some serious wind and smiling when I finished. Ya, I did that! Dare I admit now that I am enjoying my quarter mile runs? It's 3 minutes, 30 seconds of Joy. There I said it.
Once I master my quarter mile I will increase my time and efforts. For now, for the love of boxing and the joy of running I'm sticking with my quarters. I look forward to my quarters, every damn day. Push me to far, to fast and I'll just stop dead in my tracks. I'm stubborn that way.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Determined to find my stride in running again I vowed to start tonight. I dusted off my running shoes and pulled my running pants off the bottom of the pile. I warmed up with a brisk quarter mile walk and the cranked up the treadmill. I was off to a good start! I felt strong in my legs and lungs and accomplished my first quarter mile run. I finished out the rest of the mile by walking briskly and noted I finished a mile in 14:30. I was pleased! For the love of boxing I will return to running but I'll do it on my terms - a quarter mile at a time.
A friend of mine at the gym snapped these two pictures of me before Zumba. Thankfully I see the progress, especially in my stomach.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
I can throw a hard punch from the left or the right. I'm powerful. My kicks aren't quit as powerful so I inquired what I can do outside the classes to strength myself. In a word - RUN. Well, damn it! Wasn't it just a week ago that I stated I didn't like running so I was giving it up? Ya, that was me. I'm going to have to rethink my strategy due to my love of boxing. Yes, if running helps me in boxing I'll find a way to make it work.
I spared with a new partner tonight, it went well. She was new to me but not to boxing so that helped a great deal.
EDIT: I have researched this on-line and find that yes, running helps along with two other moves Squats and lifts - leg lifts (front & side) and dead lifts. The squat and lifts I can do while at home while hanging out. The running I'll incorporate into my workouts at the gym. I'm starting off with a quarter mile and building up from there.
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