Wednesday, November 06, 2013
Sometimes we crash and burn. It sucks, but is usually inevitable.
I stressed so hard about fitting into that bridesmaid dress that, after the wedding, I let it all go. I didn't exercise for two weeks. I ate whatever I wanted.
How did that go for me, you ask? Well, I gained about 8 pounds.
'A' and I need to get our derrieres in gear for the Rugged Maniac 5k Obstacle Race in two weeks, but we haven't even really started. We've been eating out and lounging around when we should be cooking our own dinners and being active at night.
I flat out told him last night that I needed to stop. He commented about how he hadn't gained any weight this weekend. Jerk. I gained three pounds.
Last night, I cooked my healthy dinner: chicken breast with steamed veggies. And I went for a 3.5 mile walk/jog with 'A's mom and sisters. It felt good.
Two pounds down of that three I gained.
I need to continue this. I can't let myself fall back into my old ways. Finding the motivation again, which is great on so many levels.
I am excited for dinner again tonight. Gonna throw in a DVD workout, possibly a jog.
Enough is enough.
This gal is BACK!!
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Routine can be boring. The same workouts, the same foods, the same la-di-da day in and day out can burn a gal out.
I have my normal foods - cereal for brekkie, sandwich for lunch, meat and veggies for dinner. And I have my normal workouts - usually morning jogs and after work DVD workouts.
But I noticed that these things have become boring. So boring that I hadn't been doing them like I should. First thought in the morning: "Jogging again? Blah..."
Then, with perfect timing, 'A' told me about a boxer at his gym who offered him free boxing cardio training sessions on Saturdays and got the okay for me to tag along. Said we could burn 1,000 calories in an hour. Sounds fun, right?
Saturday morning, I met 'A' at his place and we headed to Phoenix College, where this training happens. Met up with his boxer friend. After stretching, Boxer says, "Okay, run a mile at your own pace." When we finished that, he put a weight vest (25 lbs) on me and gave 'A' a 45 lb weight to carry so we could lunge up the bleachers. 22 steps. 4 times. OUCH.
Right after that, we walked over to a set of HUGE tires. I couldn't even budge it off the ground, so 'A' got to have that fun. I just did sets of one legged squats (with my opposite leg propped back against a tire).
Doing good, I thought. Doing good.
Now, push ups. Uh oh. Boxer does five. 'A' does 5. Shelby does 5. Then 10, 15, 20, 25, 20, 15, 10, 5. OH MY GOSH. OUCHHHHHHH!!!! I did modified push ups on the clay track, so my palms and knees are all shades of jacked up bruising, LoL.
Are we done yet?
No such luck.
Time to shadow box. Put boxing gloves on and follow Boxer who was wearing the pads on his hands. Sets of 15 boxing high, then to the side, then uppercuts, then to the sides again. Set of 12, 10, 8, 6, 4 and 2.
I actually really enjoyed this. Who knew hitting someone could be so therapeutic? :)
That was the last event. We felt good for the rest of the day, knowing we would feel the brunt of it on Sunday, Oh yeah. Definitely.
I could barely move on Sunday. And my lack of activity had me hurting more. When we decided to go for a walk on Sunday evening, I was limping the entire way. 'A' pitied my pathetic butt so much that he offered me a piggyback ride, lol.
Monday was rough getting up, but I loosened up throughout the day at work.
This morning, I am feeling back to normal(ish), lol. I got up to jog at 5:30am. Felt good. I've been slacking on my water, and it seems that jogging always boosts my water intake throughout the entire day, so here's hoping it becomes routine again.
Even though Saturday had me couch ridden for most of Sunday, I'm looking forward to going again this weekend. I was told we're dropping the weights for our bleacher lunging and adding more shadow boxing. I'm stoked!!
Make this week count, my Lovelies!!
Tuesday, October 01, 2013
When you set your goal wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy far in the future, sometimes you realize that you can't see the forest through the trees.
When you have a major goal, you set out thinking, "This is it. This is the time. I will be victorious. I shall not stumble."
Then you come across that first road block. It's this first road block that really gets to you. You're cruising along and then BAMM!! Hopefully, you gave yourself enough following distance to decide how to react.
I can tell you right now that whenever I have begun a 'program', that first roadblock is debilitating. It knocks me right on my butt. EVERY TIME. I find myself sitting there, contemplating if I should even continue. Knowing that all my past experiences have led to failure. Knowing that all my past experiences led to 265 pounds.
I'm not really sure why this time is different. I'm not sure why I am trying so much harder and am so much more determined. I'm not sure why. I just know that I am.
These roadblocks may or may not get easier to avert on your journey. I find myself on this stoppable roll. Then the weekend comes, or an event, or a matter of convenience.
I was doing great at the end of last week. I finally squeezed my booty into my bridesmaid. Then I spent time with 'A' and his family. Carne asade for lunch. Zero healthy options. I grabbed a dinner roll. I was criticized and made the center of attention. I caved. I ate too much just so they would stop commenting on how I was eating 'like a bird'. I gained three pounds that day.
I don't know if that dress would fit if I try it on now. It was a tight squeeze Sunday morning, LoL. Back on track, starting now. I may bring my own meals and snacks next weekend. This dress must fit.
I will eat based on my needs, not theirs.
Family can be a road block. Try to remember that they mean you no harm. They think (at least in my case) that if you're not participating, you're not having a good time.
Road blocks are road blocks are road blocks. You have to find a way to maneuver around them. Don't remain stuck. Don't turn around.
You can do it. I believe in you.
I believe in you because I believe in me. I believed in me when no one else did. So I know you can do this, too.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Do you ever come to the realization (after the fact) that if you had stuck with the program, you would be at your goal already??
I LOATHE this mentality. And I seem to be there a lot. Fact of the matter is that it's all my fault. Sure, there are factors that alter my plans, that change my routine. However, I know that above all else, I am responsible for my successes and lack thereof.
I have two weeks to fit into my bridemaid dress. Guess what? Yep, it still doesn't fit.
EXCUSE: I moved this weekend and am getting used to new commute times with special training I am receiving.
REALITY: These are valid items. They should not, however, be deterring me from my workouts. I can jog when I get home. I can work out in my apartment since I'm on the first floor. The 'I'm tired' excuse is getting, well, tired.
EXCUSE: I haven't been able to unpack much or grocery shop at all, so the weekend was a lot of eating out (IHOP, Chipotle, Coldstone)
REALITY: The time it takes me to hit up a fast food joint, I can easily grab some produce at the store. Quit being lazy.
EXCUSE: 'A' offered me dinner when I came over last night. I was hungry and it was there, smelling delicious.
REALITY: 'A' won't care if I turn him down. Taco Bell, while yummy, doesn't help my body in any way, shape or form.
EXCUSE: Football viewing parties every Sunday - pulled pork, sub sandwiches, chicken breast with all the sides you can imagine.
REALITY: I can eat in moderation. I should have chosen water instead of those two Dr. Peppers.
It's all in how you look at things. The world is NOT conspiring against me. The world is trying to teach me self control and I am failing these tests.
I am responsible for me.
Self control. Self control. Self control.
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