Back on the wagon

I figured since I’m back to doing Beachbody workouts, I might as well make use of the leftover Shakeology mix that’s been sitting in my cabinet for months. I stalled out on it last year after I ordered the vanilla instead of my preferred chocolate. Yesterday, I had my penultimate chocolate packet, so I went with vanilla today. I added a tablespoon of peanut butter. It helped the flavor.

The plan is to slog through the rest of the vanilla, and if I manage to do so, I’ll order more chocolate. Operation Fit (and healthy) by 40, baby! Woot!!

The plan tonight is to do Country Heat, take the dog on his 2.5 mile walk, and maybe do PiYo lower body (time and energy permitting).

Nope.

I weighed myself this morning and I’m dangerously close to my NOPE weight.

I already knew. I can see it on myself. I feel it in the way my clothes fit.

Listen…I get that weight is just a number, and I should love myself regardless, and blah, blah, blah, but I need to make a serious change. I have real issues with my body image. I can’t let this get out of control.

I’m drinking my Shakeology now. I only have vanilla flavor powder left, and I don’t like it much. I need to order more chocolate. I remember I had a lot more energy when I was drinking a shake every morning for breakfast.

I need to exercise four times per week and I need to introduce strength training. I’m thinking a combination of running, 30DS/21 Day Fix, and yoga.

Obviously I also need to change my eating habits. That’s the most important thing.

So…here goes.

starting over sucks

I’m ashamed by how difficult this run was for me, but this is my motivation to get better. 


I need a new project now that the wedding is over; so why not running? D wants to train to run a half-marathon in April. Sounds good (and also crazy hard) to me. 

Go big or go home, right?

In related news, my knee braces worked beautifully.  Maybe this will actually work this time. 

Starts with G…

G is for…this new gadget I picked up today. It’s my reward for finishing my 3 week BeachBody accountability challenge. I have considered getting one for a while, but today I read a few articles that pushed me to finally do it. I’m a very goal oriented person, so things like activity trackers and the like motivate me. So far I have one run under my belt with this Apple Watch (though I forgot to hit start and track it as an indoor run…doh! Learning curve!) and it told me that my little 30 minute run burned 258 calories. I love having info like this at my fingertips! I plan on doing a strength workout later this evening.

My BB coach invited me to participate in a new challenge which goes for 90 days, though it has already been in progress for about a month. I’m all signed up and ready to go. The My Challenge app is really awesome. I love using it to post before/after pics, record my workouts, and chat with similarly minded ladies. I feel like this last challenge changed me. Exercise doesn’t feel like as much of a chore. I even look forward to it most days. I feel better about myself physically and mentally.

Maybe I really should become a BB coach, huh? Something to think about.

Accountability 

Had my Shakeology this morning. I tried vanilla for the first time. I’m not sure yet if I like it more than the chocolate. More time is needed. I had planned to get up early and get a workout in since I’m busy tonight, but it didn’t happen because I had a bad night of sleep. More on that later. But…last night D and I went for a late night run and then I came back and did Upper Fix. This is the last week of my current accountability group, but I definitely want to join another one. I think another coach friend is about to do a 21 day fix group, and 21 day fix is my fucking jam, so…

I’m going to stop weighing myself for a while, I think. The numbers are all over the place and it’s making me crazy. On Monday, the scale said I had gained seven pounds overnight. That was the day after a seriously strenuous eight mile hike, so I know that had a lot to do with it, but my motivation and self esteem still took a huge hit. So fuck the scale. What really matters is that I feel good, like better than I have in a really long time. I’m going to keep on keeping on, do my thing, and ignore the scale. Well at least until we replace the batteries, which are almost dead. 😂

Dave says he can see and feel a difference in my body, but, most importantly, he sees a tremendous change in my mood. That alone is worth all the hard work. 

If you’re on a fitness journey of your own and need a pep talk/accountability pal then hit me up. Available for fitness dates 💜