Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Yeah, yeah, I know, that expression is backwards.
But sometimes, your body wins.
I had a bit of a binge last night. I polished off the potato chips, had a piece of sesame grilled tofu, and chocolate almond bark. And then made dinner.
In the grand scheme of things, compared to the me of 10 years ago, that wasn't that bad. But all that food on top of the black bean and avocado salad and another piece of tofu for dinner and my stomach was UNHAPPY. (I'm not entirely convinced it wasn't a mild case of food poisoning, but it might just as easily have been sheer volume that did my stomach in.)
I still don't feel great today, but I think it's mostly out of my system.
And so, this morning I had to listen to my body and skip boot camp. Last night was, shall we say, uncomfortable. There's no way jumping around and intense cardio would end well for me this morning.
All was not lost, however. I still went to the gym and spent a solid 30 minutes on the nice, gentle, low-impact elliptical. Did I burn anywhere near as many calories? No. But my body needs to recover from yesterday.
Today I'm back at it, and tomorrow I'll be back to boot camp and major calorie torching.
Lesson learned ... for the 3000th time. Overindulgence leads to serious discomfort. It's not worth it.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Forgive me father, for I have sinned ...
OK so I was in London last week and while I definitely did some things right, I also definitely did some things wrong.
The good - I went to the gym four days out of the 7 I was gone. I also stayed away from the bar at night. Vegetarian options were easy to come by.
The bad - I ate a lot of cheese and chocolate. As is my typical travel mantra: vegan when I can, vegetarian when I can't. I thought London would be easy, but I didn't have much time to really track down my local options so I ended up getting whatever was available. The sandwich I thought would be vegan - had mayo. The risotto as the only vegetarian option. The truffled mac & cheese with spinach as the only vegetarian option - BUT OHMYGODTHATWASGOOD. The chocolate desserts. The wine.
I came home up two pounds, but I'm also attributing that to water and travel and so forth. I'm not so worried about it right now.
This week, I'm back on track. I went to boot camp this morning and it was practically all running. I can run. I am slooooooooooow, but I can do it. I was basically last in every single round, but I got it done so I'm pretty happy with myself. And no walking!
For this workout, we had a partner. One partner would run out of the building, across the parking lot, touch the wall of the next building over, and run back. Meanwhile, the other partner was doing a different exercise indoors every time. Then instead of our usual round 3, we did two rounds of that and the third round was a longer run - everyone ran around two big warehouse buildings. It was probably only about a half a mile, but it felt longer! At the end, after all that running, the leg raises and flutter kicks were pathetic. My legs just felt like lead.
Here's today's boot camp workout:
Plank - 90 seconds
Run around 2 buildings
It's good to be back. Adios, two pounds. Be gone with you.
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
This year, I've been giving myself physical stickers on a physical calendar for days when I exercise at least 30 minutes. My goal is 21 days per month.
I've never done this before. I've tracked, but never so visually.
21 days out of 31 - 67.7% of the days of the month.
22 days out of 28 - 78.6% of the days of the month
Weird! I never quite put together the Megan-Doesn't-Exercise-On-Wednesdays thing. But it makes sense. I've been pretty good about going to HIIT on Sundays and getting off to a great start at the gym on Mondays and Tuesdays so by the time Wednesday rolls around I'm taking a well-deserved rest day.
But it's still funny to see it staring at me on the calendar like this. :)
And now with boot camp I've officially made it my plan to do boot camp Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday. Now, the reason the last two Wednesdays are marked off is because I've been using them as 'active recovery' from boot camp, which means I take a slow walk or a leisurely spin on the elliptical. It still counts as my 30 minutes of exercise, but it's nothing like boot camp.
I'm on travel right now and I've been to the gym three times already. The gym is tiny and packed every morning so it's been two days of elliptical because it was the only machine I could get and a 30 minute run this morning when I finally snagged a treadmill. I'm proud that I'm keeping this streak alive even while I'm out of town.
But ... I'm planning on skipping the gym tomorrow.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
The other day one of the comments I got was a question of whether boot camp might get easier or if I'd just start feeling like a total bad ass. (I'm paraphrasing.)
Here's the thing.
Boot camp is kicking my ass right now. While I'm doing pretty well (I'd like to think, anyway), I realize I am not doing the most intense things possible.
Now: I use a red resistance band. That's the easy one. And for one exercise I had to use the yellow one, which is basically the 'why even bother' level.
Future: I will move to a blue and then a green and then a black band.
Now: I'm doing basically every other burpee. I simply cannot do them as fast as he's counting. I go at my own pace, but I basically end up on about 12 while most others have done 20.
Future: I'll do all 20.
Now: I'm usually either last or second-to-last in every sprint/suicide/running thing we do.
Future: Maybe I'll be first! OK that's never going to happen, but I can totally be a middle-of-the-pack runner.
Now: I suck at jumping. This morning he wanted us doing what I lovingly referred to as jumping jacks on crack. Start by straddling a BOSU, jump with both feet landing on the BOSU and your hands over your head, jump down and squat down so your hands reach your ankles, repeat. My reaction? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YEAH NO I'LL BREAK AN ANKLE. He's seen my pathetic attempts at jumping and immediately suggested perhaps I'd be better off skipping the BOSU.
Future: That BOSU will be my bitch.
Point is, I don't think it's going to get easier because I plan to keep pushing myself.
All that being said, this morning's class was mostly lower body, which is my strongest part. I can do lunges and squats till the cows come home. I'm not saying it was super fun or anything, but I'm a lot better with that than the mountain climbers and burpees and push ups classes. :)
This morning's delight (more or less, given my craptastic memory):
Donkey Kicks w/Band
Dirty Dogs w/Band
Jumping Jacks on Crack
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
This morning I was formulating a good old fashioned ranting blog in my head. Basic premise:
Me - working out and eating right for 2+ months now and have lost half a pound - maybe 1.5 if the unofficial weigh-in holds. Boyfriend - ate oatmeal instead of bacon and eggs for breakfast for three days and went on exactly one 30-minute bike ride and has lost three pounds.
But then I had an epiphany. When we went on our bike ride on Saturday, I was just cruising along, not trying very hard, and every time I turned around J was farther and farther away. He was slow, he was huffing and puffing, he was struggling. That bike ride was a piece of cake for me.
And after boot camp on Monday and Tuesday, my Wednesday is an active recovery day, which means I went for a slow short walk on the treadmill and hopped on the elliptical for a little while, for a total of 30 minutes (plus looooooots of stretching). Ten years ago, 15 minutes on the elliptical would have nearly killed me.
These activities are easy for me now because my heart is healthy and my muscles are strong and my body - while absolutely nowhere near perfect - is a pretty damn impressive machine that I keep functioning pretty well through regular exercise and proper nutrition.
After our bike ride, J felt pretty bad about himself and how out of shape he is, but I kept telling him that was day 1 and that it'd get better. That I was proud of him for eating healthier and even going for a ride in the first place. And I meant it! I am proud of him!
So, sure, truth be told I am still annoyed that he can do the bare minimum and lose 3x the weight of me busting my ass, but it's not like it's a shocking realization. Dudes - generally speaking - lose weight faster. I can make peace with that, especially with my new perspective of realizing how much healthier I am overall.
I mean, really, when the zombie apocalypse happens I can totally outrun him and save myself.
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