This has got to be the 3rd or 4th time I have started a blog. I have always wanted one, but I haven’t ever had a topic that interested me enough to keep up with it. The last few that I tried were abandoned after less than a month. I feel that to blog, you need to be passionate and dedicated to what you are writing about. Enough so that you could easily write about it on a regular basis and have a library of topics building up in your brain for future posts.
In high school I was an athlete. I played a brief stint of field hockey and ran track. I could run for days and was comfortable in my skin. Come college I put on the devil they call the freshman fifteen and absolutely loathed looking at myself in the mirror. I worked out at the school’s gyms now and then but wasn’t consistent enough with it. The dining commons didn’t help my case either. Those fifteen never fell off after I finished college and since I graduated two years ago, I put on a few more.
I have gone through phases since then where I have worked out regularly and was finally “getting my body back,” but then something would set me back and suddenly I was lazy again. One day last summer during a purge of my closet I found an old pair of shorts that I used to wear in high school and during the beginning of my time as an undergrad. I tried them on and I could barely get them over my thighs. It was both surprising and mortifying. I immediately set off for the gym and maintained a decent schedule for the duration of the summer.
I had a bad experience in a spinning class after a few months of really being good about exercising. I have a bad hip, and during a class one evening it began to really irritate me, forcing me to step out to avoid further injury. I was embarrassed that I had to leave the class, but more annoyed that my hip was misbehaving after a long stretch of feeling fine. I took a bit of a break from the gym to “heal”… big mistake. What was supposed to be a couple of days off turned into a couple of weeks. By the time my “break” was over and I was back in the gym, I felt like I was starting from scratch. I had lost it. I was once again out of shape and self-conscious of my body.
A little over a month ago I decided enough is enough, Katie, it’s time to whip your butt back into shape. There’s not point in being hard on yourself if you aren’t going to be proactive. So, a very good friend of mine worked long and hard on a fitness plan for me – a 4-day workout plan. When he first sent it to me, I shook my head and was immediately nervous. The entire plan was almost entirely made up of things I have never done before! I was used to the stationary bike, the elliptical and the treadmill. His plan has me spending very little time doing cardio (at least, much less than I am accustomed to), and heavy strength training. Before I started this plan, I never stepped foot in the weight room. No way no how am I going in there… I don’t want to look like a fool! He pushed me and said “if you really want to do this and if you really want to see results, you’re going to have to tough it out and follow the plan!” Now, I workout 5 days a week and am doing deadlifts, squats, cable curls, you name it!
In addition to my new workout plan, I am eating a hell of a lot better. I was never really much of a snacker, but there was definitely room for improvement. Rather than 3 regular meals throughout the day, I try to eat 5 small meals. Much more fruits and veggies, protein and water. Cutting back big time on the carbs. Now to cut back on the wine!
I started my new plan on February 25th and have lost almost 10lbs since then. My weight, of course, fluctuates. It frustrates me from time to time when one day I was down 6lbs and the next day I have gained 2lbs. My “coach” has taught me that the end result is what counts and to not focus too much on the numbers, but on how I feel.
I am starting this blog to track my progress and motivate myself to keep on pushing. Here goes nothing!