Which one of these doesn’t belong? If you picked Abs, you are correct.
Recap of my 5th week of the FTF Challenge:
My friends in Munich called and asked for some help. They are opening a French restaurant in 2 weeks. Painting, cleaning, moving stuff. Sure, why not? Munich is fun and I figure it will be physically challenging as well. I rather get my workout helping someone, than just hitting the iron. So off I went with protein powder, nuts, apples, and good intentions. I was put to work immediatly. And I was correct, this was hard labor that began at 7am and ended at 7 or 8pm. I was really good for the first 2 days. I even got up at 5am to do some Turbulence Training in the guest room. I righteously fought off the pastries (French) delivered every morning. The new espresso machine was another story, caffeine heaven. I am talking about full cream capuccinos with sugar. I won’t skimp on coffee.
Fast forward to Day 3. Too tired to do my TT in the guest room. Too tired at night to prepare food for the next day. If I remembered to bring the protein powder I thought I was doing great. Too many capuccinos and you guessed it…the pastries started to call my name. It started out pretty innocuous with the giant, soft preztels (Bavarian-style) for breakfast and a luke warm water-only protein shake. That went to the way-side by Day 4. Then lunch was ordered in from the Italian place across the street. Don’t ask. And by 8pm, we were starving, tired and thirsty for, you guessed it….pint (litre, really) sized beers from the beer garden followed by dinner…and let me say this, Bavarians do not skimp on the stick-to-you-ribs fare. Yup, I did it. I ate all that stuff, long stretches between meals and lots of coffee instead of water.
The last morning I was stuffing a chocolate croissant in my mouth as I said goodbye and headed to the train station.
What happened? Where was my resolve? Where are my abs? As I sat on the train for the next 5 hours feeling the fluff and TOM snuggled up right there with me, I thought what is the plan here? It is so easy to fall back into bad habits…literally takes me a few days to get my mind going in that direction. But, no way. I am going to get back on that track. I spent the last 4 months really making some progress and I will not let that slip away. So I drank some water and prayed for some motivation and by the time I got home, I was cool.
I am on board for another week and I will do another challenge and hopefully there is enough appetite for a group thing.
So, here I am, Monday morning. I have had a few days of clean eating, drinking my water and busting out the HIIT workouts and I am back to where I was when I left for Munich. Which by the way, I was very proud of. So I learned a lot.
The greatest lesson I have learned is being consistent, getting back on track. It will not always be perfect eating and training. I am 44. I am not looking to compete. I want to look hot in a bikini and enjoy a glass of wine and a chocolate croissant once in awhile. I have finally learned balance and patience. Plus I think I offset some of the dietary damage with the long hours of labor. So it was a lot of bloat and TOM. Normally I would have taken this as a green light for totally blowing it and why not just eat what I want, because I will never get where I want to be. Stinkin’ thinkin’…I can have the body I want.
Thanks for the support FTFers and bodyspace friends. Even though I pushed your support out the window and went with the beer drinking, pastry-eating herd mentality, I couldn’t have had the success I have had in the last 4 months with you.
So what is next?…I am thinking Baby Got Back Challange. BGB
yes, I know it looks the same as my last progress pic, but after Munich, I consider this progress regardless.
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