Approximately four weeks in, I emailed my buddy Jess.
She’d launched an online personal training business a few months ago, and as I started thinking about what I wanted my post-marathon focus to be, I kept coming back to her site.
I could try CrossFit (and I still will at some point)? I could become a barre devotee?
But at the end of the day, I’m working 11-12+ hour days every day, and trying to make it to a class on time would just be another source of stress for me–and working out shouldn’t be stressful.
So, with a tropical vacation looming (YESSSSSSSSSS) next week, I decided to work with Jess on strength + nutrition for the month of December.
We chat every Sunday, and she now is lucky enough to know just how crazy I am (oh, you only see the half of it), and sends me workouts for the week. For the nutrition component, we work on goals for the week and she sends me easy recipes and meal suggestions I can try, such as a loaded sweet potato. As the past two weeks have gotten crazier and crazier, it’s been hard to maintain focus, and I’ve been trying to be nice to myself and not kick myself while I’m down. So I haven’t been as good at making time to cook these two weeks as I was the first, but at least I can make good decisions while grabbing something.
Today: salmon, sweet potato and Brussels sprouts.
I digress. I’m still thinking about my lunch, though. It was that good.
Anyway–I’m checking in to say that I’ve lost 4 pounds since Thanksgiving (I don’t even care if that’s all water weight) and I feel a bit leaner.
See, totally leaner? Err, wait, that’s just me leaning.
And dare I say? I’m starting to enjoy strength training some. With limited time, I’m finding it so much easier to squeeze in than running. It doesn’t keep me up at night the way running at night does, and it’s short enough to squeeze in in the morning even if I oversleep a bit. The sun doesn’t even have to be up for me to do it. (Although, Mr. Sun? Please come back. I miss you.)
There was a night last week when I got home late, and was frustrated with myself for not working out in the morning. I was frustrated I hadn’t pushed myself to try harder this month to make progress towards Operation Look Hot in a Bikini…and then I realized that I actually could work out when I got home rather than sitting around feeling sorry for myself. That even a short workout was better than nothing and would, in fact, help me more than sitting on my ass on my couch would. (When someone figures out how to burn as many calories in the same timeframe while sitting on the couch, please let me know.)
Of course, I finished that working out feeling better about myself and it gave me an extra little kick in the ass to enjoy make decent choices about not eating and drinking crap this weekend.
I’ve been doing the workouts that require equipment in the little apartment gym in my building, which is also a good way for someone like me who’s afraid of making an ass out of herself with weights ease into things. I opened the door yesterday, heard the clank of weight plates hitting each other and nearly turned around. Then I realized he probably didn’t care, and I went and did my own damn workout.
BRB, going to go do another plank. Jess seems to really like planks.