I figured I'd lump all of the hard days into one giant blog.
Results? I think I did pretty well. Friday was a bit of a blur; some family problems caused our house to turn into disarray, but at least it didn't lead to any alcohol or unhealthy food cravings. I'm going to do to the no meat on Fridays thing during Lent, so I ate very healthy: Banana in the morning, salad with hummus in the afternoon, and another salad (riddled with spicy goodness) in the evening. All with no meat. Hollar! For exercise, I ran 30 minutes. Gotta get that 5K training in!
Saturday was a very good and surprisingly productive day. I started with a spin class in the morning, which did the opposite of energize me, but that's OK. I knew it would take at least a full week of working out to get back to my old endurance levels. Sushi for lunch sort of revived me, and the evening was a very pleasant one spent with friends and a healthy, no-carb steak dinner. I wasn't even tempted to eat the bread! HA!
Sunday was probably my "unhealthiest" day, and by that I mean that I ate a wrap on tortilla bread. I ran for 45 minutes, so I figured that somewhat makes up for my "carbicide."
Overall, this is a very good start to a not-fat lifestyle. Now that Mardi Gras is completely over with, I can get back into a routine that will help me keep a better schedule. Also, that wedding is coming up very quickly, and I vow to bet he hottest bridesmaid ;)
Monday, February 18, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Day 2: My Date with the Gym
Valentine's Day, Schmalentine's Day.
I got in a good workout, and that's all that matters. Going back to strength training was pretty tough, but I didn't have to weight down for anything. I'm very sore this morning, but I'm going to take that as a job well done.
For some reason, weight lifting poops me out more than a cardio exercise. Regardless, I promised myself that I'd get some more cardio in on this day of love, and I did not let myself down. I cycled for 45 minutes, which impressed me more than anything. A few weeks ago, I tried doing weight lifting and then cycling; I barely lasted 15 minutes. To get through 30 more minutes this time around (and with little fatiguing, I must say!) is a huge improvement. It's nice to see that despite my week hiatus, I still continue to improve.
My diet was pretty good today. I started off with a home made latte for breakfast; a salad for lunch; and I split a Chinese dish with my mom (nothing fried, white rice on the side, all that jazz.) I did allow myself to have a scoop of low fat ice cream, but hey, I had to love myself back after doing all of that! And it was half the fat of regular ice cream, so HA!
Alcohol hasn't been a huge problem yet. It's only been 2 days, but at least I've a strong start on it.
Now to move on to the hardest time to work out; the weekend. Here's to some more lovin'!
I got in a good workout, and that's all that matters. Going back to strength training was pretty tough, but I didn't have to weight down for anything. I'm very sore this morning, but I'm going to take that as a job well done.
For some reason, weight lifting poops me out more than a cardio exercise. Regardless, I promised myself that I'd get some more cardio in on this day of love, and I did not let myself down. I cycled for 45 minutes, which impressed me more than anything. A few weeks ago, I tried doing weight lifting and then cycling; I barely lasted 15 minutes. To get through 30 more minutes this time around (and with little fatiguing, I must say!) is a huge improvement. It's nice to see that despite my week hiatus, I still continue to improve.
My diet was pretty good today. I started off with a home made latte for breakfast; a salad for lunch; and I split a Chinese dish with my mom (nothing fried, white rice on the side, all that jazz.) I did allow myself to have a scoop of low fat ice cream, but hey, I had to love myself back after doing all of that! And it was half the fat of regular ice cream, so HA!
Alcohol hasn't been a huge problem yet. It's only been 2 days, but at least I've a strong start on it.
Now to move on to the hardest time to work out; the weekend. Here's to some more lovin'!
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Hangover Gras Day 1
Surprisingly, I wasn't one of the bloodshot-eyed gym patrons this evening. True, I did have a few drinks yesterday, but I stopped myself from turning into a super Saiyan drunkard. I guess I can add vodka to my "moderation" list of booze.
But that will have to wait until Easter, as I've given the drink up altogether. I tried this last year, and the year before that, and miserably failed both times. The first time was during my time abroad, and I assure you it is damn near impossible to NOT drink in the UK. Last year, I was a weaker person, and I'm seeking to remedy that this time around.
I always start these plans off with a very strong push. Yesterday morning, I ran with my fellow 5Ker, and we both have a lot of work to do. I know she probably thinks that she's the worse off, but my friend is not an avid gym goer like I am.
My combat class later in the evening reminded me that my endurance is a little low. Due to illness and Mardi Gras, I hadn't been to the gym in over a week. That's a pretty long time for me, and I do not expect that to happen again. Despite feeling completely drained after the class, I forced myself to hit the pool. Wearing my Speedo underneath my clothes was a good incentive to go ahead and jump into the pool. And, honestly, I don't think I would've had the energy to squeeze my sweaty ass into that suit afterward.
The pool reinvigorated me enough so I could swim for about 20 minutes. I'm not talking about leisurely swimming either; my shoulders still hurt from using my hand paddles. There was an old lady class in the pool, as well, and their cheesy music seemed to lift my spirits to finish the later part of my workout.
Food-wise, I did pretty well. Ash Wednesday means a meager supper in my house, which for me included no meat and no bread. I ate off a pot of soup for both meals and cooked myself an omelette (2 egg and with minimal butter.) After that, I had one piece of chocolate and then promptly brushed my teeth. My mouthwash forbids me from eater 30 minutes after I use it, so that was a good incentive to stay away from any dessert thoughts.
I'm not only striving to better my body; I'm looking for creative inspiration in everything. My shower blessed me with an idea. The water splashed onto the walls in such an intricate pattern that I sought to replicate it in charcoal. I did the sketch last night, and I am anxious to start inking and coloring it. I also started replaying a favorite video game, as a little reward after a tiring workout.
So far so good. Let's see how far I can take this!
But that will have to wait until Easter, as I've given the drink up altogether. I tried this last year, and the year before that, and miserably failed both times. The first time was during my time abroad, and I assure you it is damn near impossible to NOT drink in the UK. Last year, I was a weaker person, and I'm seeking to remedy that this time around.
I always start these plans off with a very strong push. Yesterday morning, I ran with my fellow 5Ker, and we both have a lot of work to do. I know she probably thinks that she's the worse off, but my friend is not an avid gym goer like I am.
My combat class later in the evening reminded me that my endurance is a little low. Due to illness and Mardi Gras, I hadn't been to the gym in over a week. That's a pretty long time for me, and I do not expect that to happen again. Despite feeling completely drained after the class, I forced myself to hit the pool. Wearing my Speedo underneath my clothes was a good incentive to go ahead and jump into the pool. And, honestly, I don't think I would've had the energy to squeeze my sweaty ass into that suit afterward.
The pool reinvigorated me enough so I could swim for about 20 minutes. I'm not talking about leisurely swimming either; my shoulders still hurt from using my hand paddles. There was an old lady class in the pool, as well, and their cheesy music seemed to lift my spirits to finish the later part of my workout.
Food-wise, I did pretty well. Ash Wednesday means a meager supper in my house, which for me included no meat and no bread. I ate off a pot of soup for both meals and cooked myself an omelette (2 egg and with minimal butter.) After that, I had one piece of chocolate and then promptly brushed my teeth. My mouthwash forbids me from eater 30 minutes after I use it, so that was a good incentive to stay away from any dessert thoughts.
I'm not only striving to better my body; I'm looking for creative inspiration in everything. My shower blessed me with an idea. The water splashed onto the walls in such an intricate pattern that I sought to replicate it in charcoal. I did the sketch last night, and I am anxious to start inking and coloring it. I also started replaying a favorite video game, as a little reward after a tiring workout.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Day 1 of Life Changing
My body disgusts me; it really does.
Not that I'm fishing for compliments or anything. Personal fitness has been a huge thing for me since 2008. Before that, I was a big tub of no motivation. I took to change that, and here I am 5 years later with very little to show for it.
That's not to say I haven't become healthier, because I'm way healthier than my high school self. I just slip into fitness routines and have never made any drastic changes. I've noticed other people become their fitness goals, and I realized that if they can do it, I can do it too.
Lent is the perfect time to start something like this. All of my family members are giving stuff up, so it's easy to ride their holy coattails. I also signed up for a 5K in May, which will push me to run at least a couple of times a week.
As for my gym routine, it's time to not only amp it up but to be consistent. I will do my regular group fitness routines, but I won't cut corners. I'll force myself to weight up, to kick higher, to cycle faster. I'm going to also swim at least 3 times a week.
The biggest thing I need to do is change my diet. I'm pretty good during the weekdays, but I more than make up for those calorie cuts on the weekends. No more of that; I'm going to give up alcohol to make sure of it. Beer is a gateway carb to all things that are fried and horrible. No more binges of any kind. My body is my machine, and I need to fuel it.
One good thing is that I have a guilty conscience. If I blog about what I've done/eaten each day, I'll immediately feel bad for any cheats.
This is more than trying to become "sexy." Motivation for anything is much welcome during this limbo time of my life. Next Fall, I'll be onto new adventures and I want to gain a better sense of myself before I embark on that journey. The time to change is now.
So, here it goes. My last chance before summer to change who I am into who I want to be.
Not that I'm fishing for compliments or anything. Personal fitness has been a huge thing for me since 2008. Before that, I was a big tub of no motivation. I took to change that, and here I am 5 years later with very little to show for it.
That's not to say I haven't become healthier, because I'm way healthier than my high school self. I just slip into fitness routines and have never made any drastic changes. I've noticed other people become their fitness goals, and I realized that if they can do it, I can do it too.
Lent is the perfect time to start something like this. All of my family members are giving stuff up, so it's easy to ride their holy coattails. I also signed up for a 5K in May, which will push me to run at least a couple of times a week.
As for my gym routine, it's time to not only amp it up but to be consistent. I will do my regular group fitness routines, but I won't cut corners. I'll force myself to weight up, to kick higher, to cycle faster. I'm going to also swim at least 3 times a week.
The biggest thing I need to do is change my diet. I'm pretty good during the weekdays, but I more than make up for those calorie cuts on the weekends. No more of that; I'm going to give up alcohol to make sure of it. Beer is a gateway carb to all things that are fried and horrible. No more binges of any kind. My body is my machine, and I need to fuel it.
One good thing is that I have a guilty conscience. If I blog about what I've done/eaten each day, I'll immediately feel bad for any cheats.
This is more than trying to become "sexy." Motivation for anything is much welcome during this limbo time of my life. Next Fall, I'll be onto new adventures and I want to gain a better sense of myself before I embark on that journey. The time to change is now.
So, here it goes. My last chance before summer to change who I am into who I want to be.
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