So what exactly is this new journey all about? Well, let me repeat the last few sentences from my last blog entry, "It took me going to my son's birthday party at the roller rink for the light to turn on for me. That was my 'AH-HA!' moment. I thought I'd get up on skates (because in the 80's I'd been taking competition skating lessons) and it would be like the old days. Instead, I found I could barely hold myself UP on skates. That truly told me the condition my body was in".
Ok, so yeah, maybe my expectations were a LITTLE unrealistic but, c'mon, I was down from 260# to 222#- that's something, yeah? And I felt like I could do it. I was so, so, so very wrong. I watched my sister-in-law (who was far more fit than me at that point) skate around a smidge unbalanced but for the most part doing really well. I watched my husband (very physically fit) roll around a little unbalanced but doing very well too. Then there was me...it reminded me of the first time I got up on wakeboard: like sliding in plastic shoes across ice- no traction, no control. I began to wonder, "How the HELL did I ever control these things back then?" That's when it began to set in, "Because, dumb ass, you were 12, you were fit as fit could be! You rode your bike everywhere, when you didn't ride, you walked or skateboarded. You roller skated almost everyday." So says I to myself, "Then you mean I have to get strength and endurance training? I actually have to get in SHAPE before I can do this?" So responded myself to I, "Uh, yeah, hasn't Brian been telling you that for years? Didn't the Doctors tell you that before you got that band put in." And so began my scheming to get this flabby, fatty, cellulite-ridden, out-of-shape body tuned up. I decided then and there that I would start walking, seriously not just leisurely, and progress from there.
That Monday once the hubs and kids were off to school I grabbed our great dane and we began our walking cycle. It was difficult and I was sure to log the mileage we covered on my social network page so that as I began to lose weight and tone up, I could see what it was I'd done to get there. Miss Dolly (the great dane) was not always thrilled with the amount of ground we covered (we'd eventually worked up to 8 miles) but I was determined. I eventually began to alternate walking with stationary bike riding as it had some pretty difficult programs and I worked up to 8-10 miles on it as well. I dropped to 209# and was feeling good; I was feeling good about myself, what I was doing, the weight I was losing, and the energy I had. Things were good. Till one day I was on my social network page and a friend posted something about her bootcamp and how she liked it and yadda yadda yadda. She had some free passes for a couple weeks if anyone wanted to try it out. I remembered then that a couple of my other friends did bootcamp for a month and I had seen a literal night and day difference in both their appearances after a month. So, I asked a few pertinent questions; the main question being, "they don't come and bark orders in your ear do they?" I'd done a paramilitary academy once before and, not only was I not interested in doing it again, I was kind of to a point in my life where if someone tried to bark orders in my ear, I'd likely knock a bitch out. That was that. She promised me they didn't do that, so I went.
.....and allow me to close this entry with this....sadly, there is no beer involved.
Ok, so yeah, maybe my expectations were a LITTLE unrealistic but, c'mon, I was down from 260# to 222#- that's something, yeah? And I felt like I could do it. I was so, so, so very wrong. I watched my sister-in-law (who was far more fit than me at that point) skate around a smidge unbalanced but for the most part doing really well. I watched my husband (very physically fit) roll around a little unbalanced but doing very well too. Then there was me...it reminded me of the first time I got up on wakeboard: like sliding in plastic shoes across ice- no traction, no control. I began to wonder, "How the HELL did I ever control these things back then?" That's when it began to set in, "Because, dumb ass, you were 12, you were fit as fit could be! You rode your bike everywhere, when you didn't ride, you walked or skateboarded. You roller skated almost everyday." So says I to myself, "Then you mean I have to get strength and endurance training? I actually have to get in SHAPE before I can do this?" So responded myself to I, "Uh, yeah, hasn't Brian been telling you that for years? Didn't the Doctors tell you that before you got that band put in." And so began my scheming to get this flabby, fatty, cellulite-ridden, out-of-shape body tuned up. I decided then and there that I would start walking, seriously not just leisurely, and progress from there.
That Monday once the hubs and kids were off to school I grabbed our great dane and we began our walking cycle. It was difficult and I was sure to log the mileage we covered on my social network page so that as I began to lose weight and tone up, I could see what it was I'd done to get there. Miss Dolly (the great dane) was not always thrilled with the amount of ground we covered (we'd eventually worked up to 8 miles) but I was determined. I eventually began to alternate walking with stationary bike riding as it had some pretty difficult programs and I worked up to 8-10 miles on it as well. I dropped to 209# and was feeling good; I was feeling good about myself, what I was doing, the weight I was losing, and the energy I had. Things were good. Till one day I was on my social network page and a friend posted something about her bootcamp and how she liked it and yadda yadda yadda. She had some free passes for a couple weeks if anyone wanted to try it out. I remembered then that a couple of my other friends did bootcamp for a month and I had seen a literal night and day difference in both their appearances after a month. So, I asked a few pertinent questions; the main question being, "they don't come and bark orders in your ear do they?" I'd done a paramilitary academy once before and, not only was I not interested in doing it again, I was kind of to a point in my life where if someone tried to bark orders in my ear, I'd likely knock a bitch out. That was that. She promised me they didn't do that, so I went.
.....and allow me to close this entry with this....sadly, there is no beer involved.