Here are my happy days 6-8.
Almost a month ago I decided to get my ass back in the gym and do everything in my power to get to my goal weight. I love to run and so I decided to push myself and run faster and farther. My cut off for the past year has been 3 miles and by then I’m exhausted, so when my Nike plus app told me that I had a 4 mile run I did a pretty good job of almost talking myself out of going to the gym all together. But I went and I did my very first 4 mile run. It was hard, I sweat so bad (I mean BAD, what a bad scene it was), I could barely walk to the locker room when I was done but I MADE IT! I’m so proud of myself!
Babygirl and I were up in chuch (church) on a Saturday ya’ll. Day 7 my uncle was ordained a pastor. I’m so very proud of him and was happy to be there with the rest of my family in support of this wonderful milestone in his life.
2 words, my mom. She’s awesome. I call it a superpower but she has the ability to bring a calm wherever she goes and I swear she just knows when I need her without me having to say a word.
How are your 100 happy days coming along?
They say it takes 28 days to form a habit and as month 1 of Operation Summertime All the Time Fine has come to a close I can say I’ve made a habit of taking my butt to the gym. Now that month two is underway here are a few things I’ve learned:
1) Getting there is 80% of the battle: Throughout the day I used to find myself making excuses for why I was going to skip the gym afterwork. “I’m sleepy”, “I’m hungry”, “I’ve had a long day” blah blah blah. I spent more time during the day convincing myself it was okay to be a quitter than it actually takes to work out. After skipping out on the gym twice I realized this fat ain’t gonna get rid of itself. So if I want the status quo I can make excuses not to go until my face turns blue or I can stop overthinking it and just go. Now that I accept that it’s something I NEED to do and treat it like going to work or brushing my teeth it’s so much easier.
2) Ain’t nothing to it but to do it: Once I’m there it makes so sense to bullshit or beat around the bush. Get it in!! Time is being taken away from my babygirl I might as well work hard and make our time apart count for something.
3) No Pain No Gain: Call me a masochist but I love the pain (burn) I feel after a workout. Lately I’ve felt pain in places I didn’t know existed, that just means that I’m working hard and awakening muscles that have been sleep for a long time. How cool is that!
4) Patience: I’m an instant gratification type of gal and the fact that I haven’t lost a ton of weight is killing me. But I’m coming to terms with knowing that the only way I’m gonna go to bed one size and wake up 4 sizes smaller is if I spend thousands of dollars on lipo. And since ain’t nobody got money for that I’m learning to be patient and appreciate the little muscles I see popping up in my arms and the extra room that’s mysteriously appeared in my pants.
5) I’m not where I want to be but I’m no longer where I was: The harder I work towards being fit the more I want it therefore there’s no stopping me now.
6) To love my post baby self: Even though I’m not at my ideal weight or level of fitness there’s a pretty awesome reason behind it and that’s my babygirl!
Now don’t get my wrong I’m a work in progress I still roll my eyes really hard at the assassin and try to procrastinate my breaks in between sets but I’m getting there. How do I know because lately at the end of workouts I get compliments from the assassin and that my friends is a big freaking deal.
Now that the weather is warming up it’s about that time to start jogging outside again which from what I’m told will cause the major loseage (yes I just made up a word!). So I’m looking forward to the new results month 2 has in store for me.
No worries…I got this!
In addition to my 2 days a week training with The Assassin I am responsible for going to the gym 2 days a week and doing kick ass cardio. This makes me more nervous than going with The Assassin because that means I am solely responsible for making sure that I’m:
1) pushing myself to work as hard as I can
2) making sure my form is proper
3) not cutting corners
This all seems easy enough in essence but when you’re running on that treadmill or pushing on that eliptical and you feel like you can’t breath or your arms and thighs are in so much pain that you figure any minute now you can and will collapse is when it gets hard.
Last night was my “alone” day at the gym and 35 minutes into my 45 minute stint on the eliptical I just about threw in the towel.
I made all kinds of excuses for why it would be okay to quit. You’re still sore from your training session with The Assassin, it’s ok. This is your first week back, it’s ok. It’s only 10 minutes, it’s ok.
And just as I started to slow down to cheat myself out of 10 minutes these 2 songs came on my iphone (see below). And just like that I was back at it pushing through all the pain and soreness. I was in the zone. It was like a sign from the workout guardians watching over me saying you can do it. And so I did! I felt so accomplished
and sore when I stepped out of that gym last night because I knew it was that easy for me to quit but I didn’t. That’s what it’s all about! So when you’re feeling like quitting or throwing in the towel just think about how great you’ll feel pushing through the pain.
No worries…I got this!
My 2 newfound motivational songs:
And so it begins!!!
So you know how in the fitting room you try on pants and they make your ass look fantabulous or a dress that accentuates every curve and as you look into the “trick mirror” you say to yourself “damn I didn’t know my body was so hot”? Yeah well I had the same experience looking at myself in the gym mirror yesterday but the opposite. “Damn I didn’t know I was that fat!” The only difference is fitting room mirrors lie, gym mirrors don’t. And at that moment I realized I was at the right place at the right time.
Yesterday was Day 1 of operation get my body back, or as my sissy and I call it operation summertimeallthetime fine, with my trainer who’s been affectionately dubbed “The Assassin”. He’s the one responsible for turning me from this:
In a matter of 4 months.
I approached my workout knowing that I had alot of work to do, besides a handful of times since I’ve had the baby and some sporadic working out before she was conceived I really haven’t spent much time in, near or around a gym. I left my workout realizing that “alot of work to do” was a mere understatement. I jumped jacks, I sweat, I squatted, I sweat, I planked, I sweat, I sat up, I sweat, I sweat, I sweat, I passed out (in my head), I sweat, I crunched, I sweat, I lifted, I sweat, I threw up (in my mouth), I sweat, I threw up some more (in my mouth), I sweat! I worked muscles and felt pain in places I didn’t know existed. But at the end of it all I put in work and putting in the work
and maybe some tough love and encouragement from The Assasin is all I need to get the results I want to feel, look and be healthy and be able to fit into cute clothes again (I have some trips and bikinis to see this summer). I’m getting a little sorer as the day progresses but I take proud and satisfaction in knowing that it’s all in a day’s workout.
And so begins my journey to fitness and summertimeallthetime fine. Wish me luck!
No worries…I got this!