Hello family – thought I would give this blog thing a try! In an unexplained and impulsive moment I signed up for a boot camp at my gym. While my running had completely fallen off the wayside, and my weight has steadily climbed back up to my all time max, Brian and I WALK EVERYWHERE and I still do regular strength training, so I figured it would be challenging, but do-able. Oh-my-goodness was that first class humbling. Not only am I the slowest and most out of shape in the class, but it’s by a HUGE margin. When we start running, the rest of the group is literally 3x faster than I am, leaving me waaaaaaay far behind. I actually thought they might tell me gently that I should drop the class. But the trainer has been very supportive and has said if I want to be there, he’ll be there for me (note to self: trainer may be new best friend in the whole universe). For the second class he had an “assistant” who discreetly fell back with me, so I wouldn’t be way back in the dust.
So, it did not take any rocket science for me to figure out that I am going to have to start managing my weight if I am going to live through, let alone flourish, in this class. So, this past Saturday it was back to Weight Watchers. Scale was bad news, baby, but was one pound lighter than the bathroom scale 2 days prior so I guess that’s something to be happy about.
Started tracking my food intake for both the exercise class and WW journal. Being the neurotic crazy person that I am, I took the paper journal the trainer handed me and created an Excel version so I could log it online and calculate my daily intakes of various things (yes, I know I can do this all with WW eTools, but why use that tool when you can dink around and create your own version with the extra columns your trainer wants??). Yikes, you literally see it “all in writing” as to why you are not losing any weight. I manage to snack on a lot of crap during the day and often don’t eat anything that I’m all that excited about.
When I started the tracking exercise I was kind of pumped up and excited, but as I looked over my results for the past few days (steadily improving from day to day as the accountability factor started to kick in), I got a little depressed and actually sort of annoyed and angry. Depressed that I have fallen so far off track and annoyed with myself that I let it get this far and angry (okay, let’s throw in a little resentful) that I have to work so hard at this in life. Am I ever going to figure out how to make that life balance thing work? Argh, grunt, snort, pout.
Lady Mayfielders, tell me how you have managed to get yourself through this period of mixed emotions and frustration to get back on track? (And thanks to everyone for listening…)
Hugs and Punches, Lyda
