I’m the only one out here, seems like. I really like reading Terri’s other clients’ blogs – checking how everyone’s doing, how we’re all dealing. Anyway … come back….
Working out has been kind of intense this week. I’m glad I’m working out tomorrow — finally I feel like I’m finally getting on track. I’m not eating so compulsively today. Maybe writing it here will help cut down on the nighttime snacking. I’m going home next weekend — I’m so not looking forward to people seeing that I’ve gained weight. I really don’t want to play this weight cycle game all over again.
I’m looking forward to my swim class and starting to train for the triathlon. Having a goal will keep me focused and my head in the right place.
I resolved to drag my ass out of bed to get to Terri this morning. No more missing morning sessions. My strength seems to be coming back a little. It’s still gonna be a while before I can do pull-ups again, but at least i’m back on the right track. Terri trains body and soul. The by product of becoming stronger physically seems to be growing mentally, emotionally too.
I started working out again with Terri three weeks ago after pretty much giving up exercising after my half-marathon in January. The results of doing nothing for two months came on fast and hard. In 7 weeks I had gained “5 to 8 pounds” according to Terri. I think she was being kind, which is kind of supported by the fact that she didn’t ask me to submit to the dreaded measurements. If she does anytime soon, there will probably be a stand off, or at least some serious crying. Why rub it in now anyway.
Just as bad (if that’s even possible,) I was forced to face myself when I woke up three weeks ago with such terrible back pain that I had to take muscle relaxers for a week and go to physical therapy. The physical therapy was useless, by the way. Anyway, when I came back, I made Terri swear not to notice how fat I am. My back still hurts, but it’s getting better. I wish I could say the same about my weight. Oh well, for now.
Possibly the most distressing aspect of all this is how much ground I’ve lost after spending a year getting into the best shape I’ve ever been in my life. Two months ago I could bang out 45 push-ups no problem. When I came back three weeks I struggled through 15. Now I’m up to 25 rough ones. The worst is that now I can’t do even one real pull-up. Before I could do 4 to 6 full pull-ups.
I suck.
At least I’m back now, and have a few goals ahead of me. That’s a good thing. What a lesson I’ve learned.