I am so proud of myself. So last night I went out with some friends from work to a bar. Normally when I start drinking, I tend to go overboard resulting in a lovely hangover the next day. Well, last night I managed to take it slow with the beers, and woke up perfectly fine. Yay me! And I was able to get my butt out of bed this morning to go to Zumba at 9 :) If only I had learned this while I was in college. Too many horrible Sunday mornings lol.
I kept it pretty basic today and just went to the hour-long Strength and Tone class, which always kicks my ass. Like seriously, she starts the workout with weighted high knees, alternated with squat holds and then moves into 4- 1 minute planks, all within the first 10 minutes. I think she’s secretly trying to kill us all…
After a two week binge, I was a bit nervous to step on the scale. I mean I really didn’t care what I ate, which meant that my diet consisted of ice cream, oreos, cheetos, etc. (Yeah I ate pretty terribly.) So what was my weight gain for the week… 1 pound (265 lbs)! That’s it. So happy right now -although I don’t plan on doing that again anytime soon.
I woke up feeling like I got hit by a semi truck yesterday, which meant I slept all day until I had to go to work. Since I didn’t work out yesterday, I wanted to get a really good one in today. I somehow got my butt up out of bed at 8 AM to go to Zumba at 9 AM. After sweating my butt off in that class, I hit the weights. I could yet again tell that I hadn’t lifted weights in two weeks. My arms felt soooo weak. I CANNOT take two weeks off again from the gym. It takes so much effort to get back to where I was.
It’s been about two weeks since I’ve been to the gym. I don’t know why, but I just got into this funk and didn’t care about what I ate or if I exercised. This weekend, i read an article about how most people fall off of the “healthy resolution” bandwagon around February 18th. Funny thing is February 18th was the exact day I stopped caring and went on my two week binge. I don’t want to be a statistic about failing. So today I finally got my butt to the one hour Zumba class. Man, I could tell that I hadn’t worked out in two weeks. I was literally panting after 2 songs. It felt good to be back in the gym though :)
I decided that in order to prevent myself from going into the not-caring mode, I’m going to set goals for both the month of March and for the months to follow.
1) Work out 5 days a week (weekdays as I work during the time my gym is open on the weekends).
2) Do yoga at least 3 days a week
3) Lose 2 pounds a week, equaling 8 pounds for the month of March
A bit long-term:
1) Treat myself to new workout shirts once I hit my 25lb-loss mark
2) I would love to lose 20 more pounds by my birthday (May 1) but that might be a stretch.
3) Try something new with my workout.
4) Once it gets warmer (if winter ever ends), I would love to start taking walks on the weekends in our main park :) I miss sunshine and fresh air.