Oh the pain... Oh the agony... Oh the muscle spasms... Oh the inches lost... and Oh the weight GAIN... WTH?! Are you freakin kidding me? The only reason I'm not considering a tumble off of a sky scraper right now is
A. It's the first day after a Long Weekend vacation which included some not so great food choices and a fair number of Michelob Ultras.
B. I lost inches.
In the past week, I've had things hurt that I didn't even know existed. But, for reasons which I have yet to fully identify, I keep getting up at 4:20 am, driving 35 miles to a gym that is in no way convenient to me, and submitting to the will of Trainer Reggie. I am actually quite amazed with my dedication here. I am anti-morning from way way way back. Perhaps it's the financial investment. Or maybe (and I'm really hoping it's this one) I just finally am tired of "saying" I'm going to make a change.
Believe me, when it comes to exercise and eating well my fight or flight response tends to lean more toward flight than fight.When T-Reg made me run on Friday, I dutifully wheezed my way around the track and not out the door. I don't even know the name of these football campeqsue army crawl... push up... kick things he makes us do to warm up. But, they are painful and almost always make me feel like I need a bucket. In fact, it's the hardest thing we do the entire time. But, I manage not to find a corner and curl up in the fetal position. On the nights when sleep alludes me (last night being one of them), I still manage to get my butt out of bed and actually be the first one to show up. I'm proud of myself for gutting it out. It occurs to me that I often don't have very nice things to say about myself. I am quick to point out my own perceived flaws before anyone else gets a chance. Perhaps because I think they are already thinking it. So, I'll say it again. I am PROUD OF ME. Say it loud... shout it out proud... Oh sorry. I digress.
Boating Injuries and GERDacious Disturbances
The Hubs and I spent a spectacular Fourth of July weekend with friends in Virginia. We really needed it. These past few weeks since the wreck have been particularly stressful. It was nice to kick back and enjoy some of life's simple pleasures. Unfortunately, I think the hubs and I had some kind of Freaky Friday experience. Generally, he is the one who hurts himself in seemingly innocent ways like falling off a two foot step ladder or tripping over a tree stump, etc. This time is was me. First, I made the mistake of eating a Convenience Store Turkey Sammich on our road trip despite warnings from the Boss of My Colon. It was the healthiest thing in the place and I was ravenous. I spent the next few days doing battle with my system, which kicked back everything I tried to eat. (yet another reason why I'm pissed that the scale showed a gain). At any rate, I learned a valuable lesson about those seemingly harmless sandwiches. Then, there was the boating incident. Technically, it was not really an incident. It was more of a Me having trouble getting up the ladder back into the boat. It is in situations like these that my stubborn nature really comes out. I managed to get myself back in the boat. But, not before I slipped and cut my hand on the ladder and bruised the crap out of my knee. For a moment, I told myself that I was just not going to get in the water anymore that day. But, it was like 4000 degrees outside so that really wasn't an option. Then, I told everyone that I was going to swim over to this dock and use its ladder to get out and they could just pick me up. Alas, my healthy fear of snakes near docks and shorelines, sort of made that out of the question as well.
What to do... What to do...I would not be thwarted. That "one step menace" (Yes Jon I said it... that step is a MENACE) was not going to beat me. I floated in the water and surveyed my situation for what seemed like hours. In retrospect, I'm sure it was only minutes. I made everyone look away because I knew things were going to be popping out of my bathing suit that others just didn't need to see especially 4 year old boys. Then, I successfully made my ascent. Mission accomplished. It wasn't pretty. But, it was successful. Sometimes you just need to get over yourself and figure out how to succeed no matter how ugly, embarrassing or painful it might be.
Cheers!
Margaret
PS...
You may (or may not) notice that Transformation.com has been removed from my recommended links. Thanks to the honesty of a few of my peeps, I have learned that this community is not quite what it seems. I have deactivated my account and can no longer in good conscience recommend anyone join or participate in Bill Phillips latest endeavor. To say that I'm disappointed is an understatement. Having said that, there are plenty of other online communities out there that do promote a healthy lifestyle and encourage those who actively seek change.
