I was confident all day. I was walking tall and I like to think it had nothing to do with the fact that my Skecher Shape ups make me two and a half inches taller than I normally am. I felt good though. I was excited to start my bi-weekly trips to see my trainer. The fitness assessment had gone so well, this was going to be a cinch.
Life has a way of snatching me out of fantasy land and pushing me out of the plan without a parachute to land head first into reality.
I was ready to go. I changed into my workout clothes 10 minutes before the end of my work shift. 3:15 and I start to make my way across the parking lot. August in St. Louis, 100 degrees, but it feels like 115. By the time I get to my car. My clothes are practically drenched. I get the to the studio and the lights are out, the doors are locked. Ok...I guess I will wait.
I laugh at myself. Why am I so impatient? She'll get here. I'll work out. Then I'll go home and swim. I mean, I will be able to do more than just her workout. I am stronger than I think I am....remember? My trainer shows up and we go inside.
We discuss my meal plan. We discuss keeping a food journal (I've been advised that this is necessary, but believe me...this is a special kind of evil). Then we weigh in. No big deal. I weigh in all the time now. I know exactly what to expect. I couldn't have been more surprised to hear her say 308. Um...excuse me...is that my locker combination?
ok...I can contemplate that number all day. The number that has now all but crushed my spirits. I thought I was going to cry. Completely mortified and and despondent, I walk into the training area..where she handed me my ass.
On a platter. She kicked my butt in 30 minutes. I barely put up a fight. HOWEVER...I made it through. I drove home and promptly fell asleep for about an hour.
I woke up the next morning and got ready for work and as I am getting ready I notice that I already feel stronger. I have only had my fitness assessment which was like my training session at 60% and then the training, but my "core" feels tighter. I feel like my legs are carrying me with an ease I don't remember experiencing before. More than anything...I FEEL FANTASTIC!
This feeling has been with me all week. It was with me on Friday when I came home from work and walked 40 laps around the pool,did more strengthening excercises with the kettlebells, and used the bands. It was with me Saturday when I did 30 minutes on the bike and then spent the day bowling with my family. I am energized. I see and feel myself getting stronger and I love it!
I am sure that there will be struggles, I am sure that there will be days that I will need to push myself to move forward, and I am sure there will be days when I just won't do it.
I am 1 week in and I am down 6.5 pounds. The goal is to keep moving forward. What are your goals? What steps are you taking to achieve them?