Thursday, July 10, 2014
In a short while from now, I will be celebrating a big milestone, when I hit 400 pounds. I have worked very hard to get to this point and I expect to realize this goal within the next month or so.
The road to 400 has been paved with many small successes and I am reminded how amazing my life is becoming, in great part to the new me that is being unearthed daily.
Yesterday for instance, I had a workout that exceeded my normal capabilities FROM MY STANDPOINT. It was one of those fun nights with collaboration of sorts between my trainer and my coach and I got to be monkey in the middle. My coach constructed a series of steps to climb on and over, followed by some speed ladder work. It vaguely felt like some variation of Simon Says and follow the leader combined.
He threw some variations in there so I would alternate left or right foot starting or change my pace or pattern of stepping. It really wasn't until the last bit of it that I started to hate him, when he shared that I would do all of the stuff I had been doing, only in this round, I would now also be carrying a medicine ball through each round. The balls needed to be carried just so, and weighed from 6-15lbs. At the end of the round, I would also have to put them back on the rack.
At this point, the next class was waiting to get in, so I had a bit of an audience.
Instead of having angst about who might be playing peek-a-boo in the window, watching my steps so they could get into the classroom and stake out their areas, I just continued on and finished up pretty strongly.
As I gained a lot of weight over the years, I lost my former nimble self. I was never graceful like a ballerina, but I was an outdoorsy, tomboy-esque, ride bikes, climb trees and monkey bars with my older brothers, play in the woods for hours (against the home rules, but we did it anyway) kind of girl. Yesterday, climbing up and over those obstacles was not easy work for me, but it was fun. I improved while I was doing it and if you asked me if I could have done this at the start on my own, I would have said no.
My happiness meter was building to high. It felt good to move. As I am in the homestretch for these next 10 pounds, I am going to celebrate every step of the way. Literally.