So, I'm doing the 21 Day Fix program from Beachbody. I'm just starting my second week and I've realized there are certain moves I just cannot do...yet. Planks are very difficult for me, but I can usually power through them for a bit. Side planks are impossible for me right now. I just don't have the balance yet. I also struggle with burpees and mountain climbers, as most people do.
Instead of giving up, I'm taking the advice of a friend who says "do your best and forget the rest" (Truitt, 2017). Sorry. My grad student brain took over for a second there and I could not stop myself from citing the source.
Anyway, after a complete meltdown over my lack of ability to do the above exercises, I decided to listen to my wise friend. I'm doing my best and forgetting the rest. I will get stronger. I will get better. I will be able to do a side plank, even if it kills me. But it won't. Will it? I might have to google this.
Do you have exercise related meltdowns? What brings them on and how do you get over them and get back on the horse, so to speak?
I forgot what day it is.
But that's okay, because I'm still doing it.
Today's motivation? That moment when you have to get on your knees and do a modified plank because the regular plank is too much and your belly touches the mat. Yep. That belly full of Mom's delicious homemade fudge, your coworker's homemade cookies (especially those lime ones...mmm), and all those times you opted for sweet potato fries instead of a side salad. All that just hangs there, touching the mat while you struggle to hold yourself up for just ten more seconds.
That's my motivation. What's your motivation?
Today's motivation? That moment when you have to get on your knees and do a modified plank because the regular plank is too much and your belly touches the mat. Yep. That belly full of Mom's delicious homemade fudge, your coworker's homemade cookies (especially those lime ones...mmm), and all those times you opted for sweet potato fries instead of a side salad. All that just hangs there, touching the mat while you struggle to hold yourself up for just ten more seconds.
That's my motivation. What's your motivation?
Day Five
Day Five, because I don't want to talk about Day Four and the evil of Pilates. So, Day Five. I think it's so cute when she reminds us to breathe in through our mouths and out through our noses. As if we aren't all panting with our mouths open, spit flying all over the screen, gasping for our last breath, trying not to vomit. She's adorable.
Day Two
Day Two of the new workout routine is done. Due to the sickness that has taken over my nasal areas, I had to have some workout survival essentials at hand. For this particular sickness, essentials included tissues, ginger drops (because I am out of cough drops), lip balm and shots of medicinal moonshine. Everything you need to power through any workout (not doctor recommended).
It was a little easier than yesterday, but still challenging. I did it though. I will do it again tomorrow, hopefully with less need for medicinal moonshine (not doctor recommended).
It was a little easier than yesterday, but still challenging. I did it though. I will do it again tomorrow, hopefully with less need for medicinal moonshine (not doctor recommended).
Day One: Part Duh
Hey all. Did you know that consistent healthy eating and exercise can lead to consistent healthy feelings and not being winded as you struggle to get your fat ass on the escalator at the mall? Yeah. Who knew?!
As you have probably guessed, I did not know. Or at least I did not remember. Now, I am back at square one. Well, actually, square one and some of the adjacent squares as well because I'm overflowing at this point. You all know what I mean.
I have reached the unhealthiest point of my life thus far and there is no turning back now. It's either continue getting fat and feeling gross or change the plan and start to feel better. Duh.
Today, I started a new exercise plan and it was not pretty, but I did it. I cursed at the instructor at the top of my lungs pretty much the whole way through, but I did it. I may have even cursed the instructor's mother and her unborn children, but things got a little fuzzy in the middle there and I can't be sure I was even speaking coherent sentences. But, I did it.
I did it and I will do it again tomorrow. Hopefully, with a little less cursing, but I make no promises.
As you have probably guessed, I did not know. Or at least I did not remember. Now, I am back at square one. Well, actually, square one and some of the adjacent squares as well because I'm overflowing at this point. You all know what I mean.
I have reached the unhealthiest point of my life thus far and there is no turning back now. It's either continue getting fat and feeling gross or change the plan and start to feel better. Duh.
Today, I started a new exercise plan and it was not pretty, but I did it. I cursed at the instructor at the top of my lungs pretty much the whole way through, but I did it. I may have even cursed the instructor's mother and her unborn children, but things got a little fuzzy in the middle there and I can't be sure I was even speaking coherent sentences. But, I did it.
I did it and I will do it again tomorrow. Hopefully, with a little less cursing, but I make no promises.
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