Ok, so my first week of boot camp is over. I did pretty well with it for the first three days, but then I petered off quite a bit. It's really hard to fit something so radically different into my regular day-to-day world. And I am not one to follow directions exactly to the rule, so this whole workout is really fighting against my nature. Wait. Am I whining? Nah.
Anyhoo, I only did the "prescribed morning" exercises once. However, I did do them after I got the kids to school. I did great on my calorie intake. But then I found out that I was eating too "few" calories..can you imagine? I had permission to eat MORE! Well, that opened the floodgates and I'm certain I overate, chips, hummus..mmmmmm. Then, I went away for the weekend and indulged in wine, smoked gouda cheese, quiche, white chicken chili, ice cream.... I imagined my trainer wagging her finger in my face saying "uh uh..." and I smilingly slurping down my hot fudge sundae. I'm thinking this is part of the "process" of working out my rebellion. She often screams "How bad to you want it?" when she's pushing us during the workout... Let me tell you, I wanted that sundae!!...BAD!!
Alright. New week. New effort. I probably won't have a weight loss tonight. But I don't have plans that may tempt me to bad...maybe...this week. I'll start again. In fact as soon as I post this I'm off to the treadmill....sigh.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Boot Camp-Day one
Ok, I'm again resurrecting this blog on the account of many reasons including "I've been meaning to..." and "...I should write that on the blog" and because I'm starting "Boot Camp" at my gym. As many of you, I've been challenged to consistently exercise and eat healthy...and this is my latest attempt. It's a ass kicking, food journaling, muscle shaking and mentally draining challenge that I feel the need to chronicle. I'm hoping it will be successful for myself and perhaps inspire or inform my few blog readers along the way. Who knows.
Anyhoo, last night was the first official "class". (We will be meeting twice a week for six weeks.) We received blank food journals, math formulas to figure out how many calories we can eat, exercise "homework" and, of course, we had to officially weigh in. Gag. Although, I tried not to look at what the other ladies weighed (There are eight of us poor suckers.) I scanned the room and quickly figured out that I was the heaviest gal there. I mean for God's sake, one gal who was a few inches taller than me weighed in the 140's!! (I told you I "tried" not to look, not that I didn't look...) I would be absolutely giddy at that weight!!
The workout was, let's say....HARSH! Shaking muscles, impossible push ups (no sissy girl push ups, mind you!), sweating and exhaustion were all highlights of the evening. Normally after I work out I actually feel better, but not so tonight. I came home red faced, sweaty and, dare I say, bitchy. There I said it. Thinking about it, I think I was crabby because I realized how pathetically weak I am! I knew I wasn't it the best of shape, but geez! It was down right embarassing.
Now, here I am the day after. My muscles are sore and tight. Part of my homework is to perform 25 sit ups, BEFORE I get out of bed in the morning. As soon as those are done and my feet hit the floor, I must proceed on to 50 squats! And if that's not enough...on to 20 push ups! Then finish off the "good morning, aren't you happy to be here" package with 8 "breathes" of downward facing dog (yoga, my dear.). Did I mention that I'm NOT a morning person and to function at all is a mere miracle? But I did it...well, I skimped on the squats out of mistake...I only did 30. But I'll do the remaining 20 at lunch....yes, we have an assignment for lunch in addition to our daily 45 minutes of cardio.
I think I feel that bitchiness coming back...
Anyhoo, last night was the first official "class". (We will be meeting twice a week for six weeks.) We received blank food journals, math formulas to figure out how many calories we can eat, exercise "homework" and, of course, we had to officially weigh in. Gag. Although, I tried not to look at what the other ladies weighed (There are eight of us poor suckers.) I scanned the room and quickly figured out that I was the heaviest gal there. I mean for God's sake, one gal who was a few inches taller than me weighed in the 140's!! (I told you I "tried" not to look, not that I didn't look...) I would be absolutely giddy at that weight!!
The workout was, let's say....HARSH! Shaking muscles, impossible push ups (no sissy girl push ups, mind you!), sweating and exhaustion were all highlights of the evening. Normally after I work out I actually feel better, but not so tonight. I came home red faced, sweaty and, dare I say, bitchy. There I said it. Thinking about it, I think I was crabby because I realized how pathetically weak I am! I knew I wasn't it the best of shape, but geez! It was down right embarassing.
Now, here I am the day after. My muscles are sore and tight. Part of my homework is to perform 25 sit ups, BEFORE I get out of bed in the morning. As soon as those are done and my feet hit the floor, I must proceed on to 50 squats! And if that's not enough...on to 20 push ups! Then finish off the "good morning, aren't you happy to be here" package with 8 "breathes" of downward facing dog (yoga, my dear.). Did I mention that I'm NOT a morning person and to function at all is a mere miracle? But I did it...well, I skimped on the squats out of mistake...I only did 30. But I'll do the remaining 20 at lunch....yes, we have an assignment for lunch in addition to our daily 45 minutes of cardio.
I think I feel that bitchiness coming back...
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