(an update from my "lightening the load" competition)
Even as the personal trainer was explaining the exercises, I thought that it was going to be a piece of cake. After all, each station was only 45 seconds. How hard could that be? Not to mention I'm an athlete; I'm used to pushing myself. My competitive edge was definitely creeping in. Not only would I do this, I was going to conquer all!
Who was I kidding? Sure, each station was only 45 seconds, but there were 20 stations and we did each twice. Not only so, but my group scored the plyo box in our last round of stations. I rock plyo boxes--or I used to rock plyo boxes. This is when I thought that tossing my cookies (or lettuce, more accurately) might be on the agenda. Playing college volleyball, while we worked out hard, wasn't going to help my current state of physical being a the moment (a mere 12-15 years later). Not all was lost, however; once a competitor, always a competitor. Mentally, I was checked in, which was good. My body came through for me even though I asked a lot of it. It's screaming at me today, but I'll survive.
On the eating front, I was committed last week. I think I did very well; my journal is well-loved, marked up with calorie amounts and exchange points. Here is my current favorite quick fix meal:
Sure, I could liven it up with some cranberries, almonds, etc., but that's not helping the calorie count!
Today was weigh in day. Bleh. After all my hard work--working out daily, eating well, and getting my butt kicked, I weighed 2 lbs more than when I started. I'm very determined, but my determination is fueled by the results I expect to see. I realize it's more that what the scale says--it's about getting and being healthier. But seriously? (sigh)
As much as a Dickie Joe's Burger was calling my name, I went home and had a chicken & apple green salad. The shirt I wore to the group workout was from our volleyball team I coached a few years ago, which said on the back, "She who has the will to win will not be beat."
I will not be beaten.