02 August, 2014

Adventures with D: This Is Getting Kind of Fun

Here is the deal.....

I hate working out.

HATE. IT.

I don't know about anyone else, but sometimes it just seems like there is so much work that goes into just getting ready to workout....

Sports bra, compression pants, tanks, shoes, making sure your hair is secured so it doesn't get in the way, towel, waterbottle, personal music machine, headphones. It's enough to make you want to throw in the proverbial towel before you even get started!

On top of all that, the fact that the gym I go to is where I work has the potential for a whole mess of having to be social while sweating like you are walking through the Sahara.

Thankfully though, working out with D has made my time at the gym a little more enjoyable.

This week I made it through all work outs without shedding a single tear.

Total win!

And I was able to do a few new moves that vexed me last week (i.e. while in the plank position, reaching forward with one arm and holding it) without an issue.

Again......total win!


All joking aside, I have noticed that in these four short weeks I have been feeling MUCH better. I'm not as cranky and if I do get a little on the irritable side, I'm able to snap out of it a little quicker. Sleep is still an issue, but I think that has more to do with losing Sadie than anything else. We've not done any sort of weigh-in which actually has been nice but my favorite jeans are almost too big and I've been able to pull a few items from the "Well, maybe this particular item of clothing with fit some day" bag at the back of the closet.

I also feel stronger. I'm not as tired when I'm working out or the days after. I don't feel like I'm going to topple over when doing squats (which by the way, totally managed to get ass to grass this week---awesome!) and while I don't love them, planks aren't quite the enemy they were last week.

But the best part about all of this, is that I'm actually looking forward to my time at the gym. I actually look forward to "feeling the burn" and sweating my ass off. Granted, the view is quite nice (if you know what I mean *winkwink*) but none of that would really matter if I didn't feel like I'm proving that shitty little voice in the back of my head wrong when it tells me "You don't honestly believe you can do that, right?!"


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