I had a nightmare that I weighed in at 140 lbs & then I was supposed to go to some party. I tried to get out of the party, but then the little red headed kid from the Partridge family coaxed me into going anyway
(editors note: I am not saying 140 pounds is overweight, I don't want to give anyone a complex. This would just be a devastating number for me at this point in my life. you're beautiful & I love you)
This was hard for me to do, but I look forward to, as the weeks go on, having documented picture evidence that my hard work is paying off. Obvious problem spots being my obliques & thighs.
On the upside, my boobs look pretty great & my hair is pretty sexy for just rolling out of bed.
So, my first week of this journey wasn't as results based as I was hoping. I have to try to remind myself that setbacks are part of the process & this is a life long journey of being healthy & feeling good (and if looking good eventually accompanies the former... well, then that's just a perk)
So, after my morning weigh in & picture I got my 126 lb ass to the gym.
I had been wanting to try some kettlebell exercise routines so, I pinned a few on Pintrest & did the following work outs this morning:
- ran a lap on the inside track (the trainer told me 18 laps=1 mile, so it's not far at all)
Then did the following routine once:
Followed by this routine:
I don't think I have enough coordination for that at 6 am-ish,
So, I just did a swing.
There's this comedian on twitter who once compared his love making style to a guy swinging a kettle bell. And it made laugh while drinking coffee. It was intense.
After this last sequence I ran another lap. This put me at 25 minutes, so I sort of just fucked around on the rowing machine- having no idea if I was doing anything at all right- for a few minutes, then walked a final cool down lap.
30 minutes. Done.
I didn't know how to log that on my work out journal because I don't really trust my watch/heart rate monitor (you get what you pay for), so I logged it as 30 minutes of vigorous calesthenics and MFP told me 225 calories. And that felt about right with how sweaty & sore I was.
"I don't have anything to say about your weight, but I think you're beautiful & I wouldn't change a thing about your body"- is what he said. Because he's perfect & I love him. It's so important to have supportive people around you! Hey, here's a picture of us: