You must forgive me for my behavior and this post. I am usually very uplifting and positive. I like to see the cloud's silvery lining. Yesterday? Not so much.
My trainer is out of town. Not wishing to fall behind on my workouts, I decided I would check out the classes at my gym. Yesterday, I realized there was a Body Pump (weight-lifting) class followed by Zumba (cardio-dance) scheduled. My training is usually pretty intense so I decide to take both classes. Body Pump went as I expected. Life weights to music and we are good to go. I was super pumped for Zumba because this is where you get to GET DOWN!
The fact that Zumba (which is a pretty popular class) had all of ten people present should have been a warning. This Zumba class was taught by the most rhythmically challenged African-American woman that I have ever seen in my life. This includes me! lol
The music started and I noticed that the moves were pretty basic. No worries, I told myself, we are just getting started. How can you teach Latin dance with a complete inability to move your hips and snake your back? It was like Geppetto was controlling her limbs with invisible strings.
Bless her heart she tried. I mean, she was energetic and engaging. I even gave her a high-five in the middle of a routine. I was thinking, I can get through this. I can get through this UNTIL she busted out the Macarena!
I left after about 40 minutes.
The funny thing is – I have always wanted to be a dance aerobics instructor but I know I am #team rhythm-less nation. I wondered what my class experience would look like. Last night, I peeked into my future and it was not pretty. I still would like to teach the course but TRUST I am going to take dance lessons first!
I have been experiencing some major fatigue lately. Not quite sure what it is but between early starts and late finishes at work and working out a sister has been 'bout ready to fall out. As a result, my blogging has fallen by the wayside. Forgive me. OAN: I have discovered how blissful lunchtime naps in my car can be.
My exercise has lapsed a bit. Although I have successfully completed the Abs Challenge, I have also skipped a few trail walks. I am learning that when my I skip exercise, I feel crappy. The more I feel crappy the less I want to exercise. Insert enigma into conundrum.
I called a good friend to check on her and she ended up encouraging me. By the end of the conversation, I was arriving at the park to begin my 3 mile trek. I felt so energized and rejuvenated. Consistency is key. It is so good to have a support network who can help you on those lazy days. Plus, I do not want to be the fat friend anymore lol. If everyone is working out except me then hello rolly polly.
I almost hit a dude walking across the expressway. I guess people do this. This is the second time this has happened over my driving career. Good thing God is always looking out for me, keeping me from dangers seen and unseen.
I am trying to go gluten-free. I say trying because it seems that everything has gluten in it. I will say that my stomach feels better – no pain and no bloating. Sounds like a win to me.My next purchase is to be a Magic Bullet Blender. I am trying to catch it on sale. I would search Craigslist but I am wary about buying blenders from strangers. What if they have been blending kittens or something? lol. I know that is extreme and gross but it gets the point across.
Debating on if I should take a guitar class. I wanted to take piano but the classes at the community college is full. Guitar class was open. I could totally see it. Sitting on stage wit my afro strumming a guitar. I guess I would need to but a guitar. I wonder how many calories could I burn playing the guitar for an hour? I guess I should go buy a hat, too. How else can I collect my change?
I need a nap.
Every few months, I speak with a health coach. It is a thirty minute session sponsored by my insurance. I take full advantage of it. I had been in a blue funk lately, possibly some delayed reaction to my niece and nephew leaving and my big disappointment. When I get in these moods, I feel like I have no energy. The other day, when I normally would have been on my trail I was in bed sleep!
So, I get this call and a very energetic woman starts asking me about my progress. I am itemizing the changes I have made and my results. In the midst of her, 'Great' and 'You are doing such a good job' responses, something funny happened – I started to feel better. Blue funk and all, I have managed to stick with consistent workouts longer than I ever have in life.
My coach also logs my weight and other health info. When she states how much weight I have lost in a few months, I am like, wow, I am progressing.
My coach asks me how I think my diet and workouts are going. She suggests apps and websites to assist me. She even asks how am I planning to stay on track – down to suggesting I cook twice a week to help with my meal planning.
One conversation and I feel I am back on track. Last night I did my Abs Challenge workout. I woke up this morning had prayer and then started my leg raises lol. Talk about commitment. This healthy lifestyle is a journey. I was letting outside forces affect my mood which in turn affected my behavior. The cheering on of someone with no other interest in me except my progress was all I needed to get back on track.
A little encouragement goes a long way.
So, today is the first real day of exercising for 1 hour per day. My friend TB inspired me so I enlisted a few others to join me. Today, I find myself sick and in bed all day. No workout for me. Now I am an hour in the hole.
I am thinking I can walk my 2, 15-minute breaks for two days to make it up. The real challenge is going to be getting in an hour workout now that my beloved Danceaton class has moved to a more expensive, less locations having fitness center.
Why, why, why!!!!??????
I guess I will have to give the other classes a shot. I have been seriously contemplating yoga. I would most def have to purchase a mat though. The mats at the gym are G.R.I.M.Y.
I could do 30 minutes on the treadmill and 30 minutes on weights but the weights are grimy, too. It is so difficult trying to enjoy group fitness while slightly germophobic.
What is a girl to do?
I have also started cooking in bulk and freezing my food for lunch later on in the week. The pathway to success is paved in preparation!
OAN: The scale keeps declining. I think I have the right momentum.
Anyone else want to join the challenge? P.S. You can take the Holdisays off!