News Flash! I decided to crank up the intensity of my first few weeks. I'm sure that's shocking information to everyone that knows me. Instead of walking, which may have been a more appropriate beginning, I chose to start running, taking hot yoga classes and joining a CrossFit gym. That's pretty close to the same thing, right?
Step 1 in my aggressive plan: find a buddy to do this with. That was pretty hard to come by, so I found three! One for each activity, because no one seemed to want to do all three. The buddy system is glorious. Someone to hold you accountable and make sure you get your butt out of bed. My husband works during the day and some nights. I don't have a babysitter for the girls, and I do have to work sometime kicking other people's butts. Because of that, I had to make time for myself to do these workouts before the sun comes up.
The first week wasn't so bad. Had some fun chatting it up with the ladies. Enjoyed my girl time even though it didn't include adult beverages. I have more energy than I know what to do with. Maybe that's why I decided to bump up my fitness regimen in addition to doing 4-6 loads of laundry a day, AND I am averaging at least 2 pinterest projects a week. What's great is that it is all natural energy. Steady throughout the entire day and not at all like the jittery feeling I got from drinking energy drinks.
Weeks Two and Three were a bit slower. I won't lie, if I didn't have my partner expecting me, I may not have gone. However, that feeling of accomplishment after each work out was worth it. Emotionally, that's all the motivation I needed. I can already see the definition in my arms and the running isn't quite so horrendous anymore.
Then Week Four happens. Whether it was a touch of food poisoning or just flat out over-training, (probably both) my body has had it. I slept about 40 of 48 hours. I ate a ridiculous amount of carbs on my "indulge day" and my body rejected it. By rejected it, I mean EJECTED it. At 5:00 am the following morning, they came out the same way they went in. Talk about your body craving the good stuff. I don't want to do that again! Maybe in combination of all the working out and eating so well, I had the ultimate sugar crash. A full two days of my body trying to regulate itself. I was somewhat back to normal by Tuesday.
Which brings us to today. I was supposed to go to CrossFit this morning. I don't even remember my 5:03 am alarm going off. I don't remember my 5:12 alarm going off either. I like to set two alarms at odd times. Keeps me from hitting the snooze too much. I love CrossFit although it was intimidating at first. It's especially intimidating when your partner had to drop out because of the races she has coming up. Eek. However, I did survive last week alone and it didn't kill me. I'm not sure if my buddy pounding on my front door this morning would've helped or not. Maybe. Probably. It would've been a sorry workout, but a sorry workout is better than no workout at all!
Well, even trainers have an off day. If I would've gotten my butt out of bed to start my workout, I don't think we'd be having this conversation. I guess I'll go for a short run and try not to destroy my eating plan for today. Which happens to be:
"Power Sandwich"
Lunch with Mike: Smoked Turkey and Hummus (I splurged with Pita. Crap. Probably would've had cucumbers if I could've dragged my butt out of bed.)
Dinner TBD: It's my anniversary. Let's hope that run jump starts some smart choices. Amazing how quickly those fall to the wayside once the day starts off on the wrong foot. So far, 2 poor choices. Straddling the fence with 5 more.
1-bowl of chips at a Mexican restaurant
3-Miller Lites
1-order of crispy tacos
hmmmmm. Wish me luck! I know what I WANT to do. "It's my anniversary, calories don't count on special occasions!" What would i say to my clients? ABSOLUTELY NOT!
OK FINE! I'll be good. ;-)
Weeks Two and Three were a bit slower. I won't lie, if I didn't have my partner expecting me, I may not have gone. However, that feeling of accomplishment after each work out was worth it. Emotionally, that's all the motivation I needed. I can already see the definition in my arms and the running isn't quite so horrendous anymore.
This is my response to: "Hey Babe, are you going to go work out today?" |
Which brings us to today. I was supposed to go to CrossFit this morning. I don't even remember my 5:03 am alarm going off. I don't remember my 5:12 alarm going off either. I like to set two alarms at odd times. Keeps me from hitting the snooze too much. I love CrossFit although it was intimidating at first. It's especially intimidating when your partner had to drop out because of the races she has coming up. Eek. However, I did survive last week alone and it didn't kill me. I'm not sure if my buddy pounding on my front door this morning would've helped or not. Maybe. Probably. It would've been a sorry workout, but a sorry workout is better than no workout at all!
Well, even trainers have an off day. If I would've gotten my butt out of bed to start my workout, I don't think we'd be having this conversation. I guess I'll go for a short run and try not to destroy my eating plan for today. Which happens to be:
"Power Sandwich"
Lunch with Mike: Smoked Turkey and Hummus (I splurged with Pita. Crap. Probably would've had cucumbers if I could've dragged my butt out of bed.)
Dinner TBD: It's my anniversary. Let's hope that run jump starts some smart choices. Amazing how quickly those fall to the wayside once the day starts off on the wrong foot. So far, 2 poor choices. Straddling the fence with 5 more.
1-bowl of chips at a Mexican restaurant
3-Miller Lites
1-order of crispy tacos
hmmmmm. Wish me luck! I know what I WANT to do. "It's my anniversary, calories don't count on special occasions!" What would i say to my clients? ABSOLUTELY NOT!
OK FINE! I'll be good. ;-)