Eat My Blog

During out fitness goals, we sacrafice, say "no" to temptations, and work out with determination and drive.

The painful truth is, there is no point in putting a workout off. None what so ever, because you never know if the last workout you had was indeed the last workout ever!! On Saturday morning, I was trying to get my workout on and bond with nature by taking a nice, two hour hike up a big mountain with my dog. 40 feet from the car I slipped and twisted my ankle, again. I did the same thing walking my dog about a month ago, and I never really took time to let it heal, so it’s been weak since then. Well this time I’m definitley paying the price because the ankle hasn’t stopped hurting since Saturday. Bummer. Not only have I slacked on my workouts and diet, put on a nice hefty 15 lbs, and lost my motivation, I have also prevented myself from getting back on track ASAP. The day before the hike, I was going through my day thinking I should really put in a little workout, even 30 minutes doing legs, because I haven’t done them in about 2 weeks. I kept putting it off, thinking tomorrow is another day, and that other day turned into a day in bed because I couldn’t even stand. Now I definitley believe in life giving you those BIG HINTS that you should get off your ass and do what you gotta do. No more procrastination! Thankfully, I didn’t loose function in my leg completely or wasn’t in some horrible accident where my leg was cut off or I died. Cause a dead person can’t do cardio or stiff legged dead lifts, or kickboxing. No. None of that. Cause when you’re dead, you’re dead.

Needless to say, I learned my lesson, and I am committed to doing something, anything, that is good for my body every day. Even if it’s 20 minutes of Pilates, or even if I have to break my hour cardio into four 20 minute segments. Anything is better than nothing.

And today, I made effort [even though I should probably stay seated for most of the time] and took a brisk 20 minute walk, AND…let’s bring in the real deal here…AND.. 40 minutes of a very nice chest and shoulders workout that had me jittering and twitching just to pick up a coffee cup. How about that?! Mmmhhmm. YEs.. so. I’ve been so down about gaining the weight back [reason for that being my emotional ties to food + a large amount of stress= hungry Jo all the time] that I became even more discouraged to get back in the game and get going. But I am happy to say, that ankle incident changed my mind and there is no reason to put off being healthy any longer.

So that’s that.

I remember when I first began working out with a trainer, I was so pumped. I thought nothing could stop me from ever become a couch potato again. Something must have happened between my amazing progress to a fit woman and my downfall back to a lazy turd. Whatever it was.. It’s OVER! I declare, I think it’s about time.

I have had to take myself down from the pedestal of lifting large amounts of weights, and strutting around the weight room lookin’ like I know what I’m doing, cuz aparently, I don’t, if I can’t keep myself on the ball. You can know the ins and outs of nutrition and fitness, get all those fancy degrees and certifications, and t-shirts that say, "Trust me, I’m a personal trainer", but your ass can still look like a cheesecake at the family reunion that all the kids put their fingers into and made little dimples.

Today, I took it back, alll the way back to my old Windsor Pilates DVD’s and did some cardio. It was an interesting hour of cha cha and square steps and criss cross kicks. Looks like an 80’s aerobics class, but made me sweat so whatever. I also went to the gym for my favorite activity…spin class. Despite getting there early, class was full, so I worked my butt on an elliptical and sweat out some more calories. And that’s it. But I felt better knowing I made some progress. I put effort into getting myself back in shape…again.

The highlight was getting off the elliptical and some sweet old Spanish lady letting me in on the surprise that my pants have a bottle cap sized hole right where the ass crack seam runs. Nice. Real nice. You’re welcome you foolish, sweaty men working out behind me. I was wondering why they were pedaling and running so much faster. Thought there was someone chasing me! Mmh. Nice. Real Nice.

But DAMNN I got my cardio in today!!!!!

I can’t seem to find that "desire" to work out and it’s only making me gain weight. I know that stress and major life changes can make you want to eat more and gain weight, but this is just ridiculous. I have to really take a better look at my diet and muster up some anger to get my butt back in the gym. When I worked with a personal trainer, I had to show up for my sessions, and I wanted to work out really hard. Now on my own it got a lot tougher and I can’t find the motivation to do it.