Today marks my one year streak of logging into the fitness and nutrition website, MyFitnessPal. 52 weeks… 365 days… 8,760 hours… 525,600 minutes… 31,536,000 seconds… Committing to my health and fitness.
I started off strong last year, and was given P90X by a friend to help give me a kick start. I ate right (or so I thought), got stronger, and expected to see HUGE results. I did not. I believe I only lost 5lbs during that time. Sure, I lost a couple of inches. Sure, I was stronger. But, I was still so new to fitness and nutrition at that point that I didn’t realize that I was actually sabotaging myself with my nutrition. The important lesson I learned during P90X is that I was strong, I could do it, and I kicked my own ass.
I learned I LOVE yoga (even though at the beginning you had to bribe me to do it).
I learned that I could do push-ups. A lot of push-ups. Push-ups until I fell on my face. And I learned that I want to kick Tony Horton’s ass and give him a hug at the same time.
After P90X, I was ready for a new challenge. Since I like the flow of P90X, I ventured into another Beachbody program – P90X3. I was not a fan of this program, to be honest. I kept with it thru about 60 days. Meh.
At the same time, I was challenged to start running again. I despised running. I would even venture to say that I hated running. I was not only challenged to start running, I was challenged to run 5 miles. I had trouble running 1, and felt like I was going to die running 3. But, what did I do? I decided (because I don’t like being told I can’t do something) to run a 10K… That’s 6.2 miles. Yeah. As soon as it came out of my mouth, I wish I could have taken it back. So, like a little machine that I sometimes I think I am, I started running. I started slow using a 10K training app. Each day was hard. Really hard. I pushed thru. Soon enough, my normal route became too short and I had to explore new routes – running thru the neighborhoods in the early morning hours and sometimes in circles so that I could keep going until the app told me to stop. There was one morning, around 4.5 miles into my run, that I realized I suddenly LOVED running. Sure, it was hard. Sure, I was sore. Sure, every morning that I woke up I wanted to keep sleeping, BUT when I got into my zone it was just me. Finishing my runs I felt accomplished. I felt badass. I felt like I was becoming the person I knew I could be. At the end of August I finished my first 10K with a friend I had met on My Fitness Pal. We had a blast!
I also completed a few rounds of the 21 Day Fix in the middle and towards the end of the year. I recommend this program if you are needing to get moving a bit more – it really does work!
After all the video training programs I did, I decided I wanted to lift heavy. I wanted to be a badass like so many of the people I have grown to love and call my friends on My Fitness Pal. I picked up my book that I bought a while back, Strong Curves: A Woman’s Guide to Building a Better Butt and Body by Bret Contreras and Kellie Davis (available here). While I read this book a few years ago, and tried it out, I was nowhere near as experienced with health and fitness as I am now. I understand what Macros are, and how they work for your body (http://iifym.com), how to have correct form, and why I shouldn’t be afraid to lift heavy weights. So I started… And I started on the Advanced program. Yeah me! I LOVE it. If you are curious if the program works…Just ask my favorite pair of nice butt jeans.
I’ve been distracted. Distracted in life, distracted at work, and distracted from my family. I’ve been caught up in things that don’t really matter in the long run. I’ve self-sabotaged myself, and am starting 2015 at the same weight that I started 2014 at. You can make excuses for me all you want, say that you are stronger and smarter, yada yada yada. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to say that to myself. I’ve said it enough already. It really isn’t ok. The truth is… I know better. So, as I sat here in tears writing this portion or my post, I sucked it up. The past is the past. I’m not going to let myself down this time. I won’t let myself make excuses. Sure, I’ve lost over 100lbs at one point. I’m not at that point. It doesn’t matter how much I have lost. It matters where I am going and that I am not going to let myself get in my own way. There will be no “can’t”, no more comparing myself to others, and no more celebrating the past victories, only my future ones. This morning I took pictures. I will be taking pictures every week, and stepping on the scale every Monday. No excuses.
So, cheers to a new me. Not a new year. Every day is a new start. Don’t wait for a new year to make changes.