This post is not really meant to be an excuse for how terrible my habits have been since mid-May. It's really meant to serve more as a clarifying explanation with a bit of vague thrown in for good measure. Hey, I can't be a total open book, right?
So, I've alluded that crap has been going on in my life right now and that I have been completely thrown off my routine. As I mentioned before, I got a new job (WOOOO!), but I'm still adjusting to lunch hours and the way the break room is run and all. It sounds stupid, but when you go from an office of 10 to a company of at least 100, you start thinking twice about lunches that need to be microwaved for more than a minute or two. Plus, we're set further back in a complex that's not near many good options. It would take a good 5-10 minutes just to get to the not-so-hot options. Times like these, I miss being close to Wegmans and Trader Joe's and Panera. However, it's forcing me to think about what I'm packing for the week, and that's a good thing. It should keep me on a good weight loss and not running for the vending machines. But, as with all things in life, it takes adjusting.
The stressful bits of my life right now involve having to sell my grandmother's place and make sure she gets into an assisted living facility. It's only been a month and a half since the decision was made, and we've gotten a ton done, but it's so hard to see that progress since she was a bit of a hoarder. It's very common among the Depression-era baby demographic. When I was at my old job, I was driving 90 minutes from work to get to her house...in my car that has no air conditioning for the second year in a row because it will cost nearly $2000 to fix. At my current job, it only takes me 25-30 minutes to get there, which is even better than coming from my house. That has certainly helped my stress level.
When I was driving 90 minutes to get there, I would just eat a protein bar. I didn't want to waste time eating dinner there when I could be working, and I didn't want to eat fast food in the car. So I'd get there around 6:30 and leave towards 9, go home, and eat dinner late. Now I get there around 5:30, leave at 7, and get home before 8. I've decided to do this once a week beginning in 2 weeks since it's really taken over my life, and I'm just about done with working on her place.
Think about it. You go right from work with no dinner to work on a packed condo and then drive 45 minutes home a couple hours later with no air conditioning. This was me just thinking about going to the gym.
"But Chris," you say, "It will give you such energy and keep you healthy!"
"Don't you think you should put that salty food down? If you're not exercising, you may puff up..."
"You could exercise in the morning, you know, since you go to bed later and wake up earlier? You won't be exhausted at all, right??"
Ok, well, not going to the gym in the evening was understandable. Plus, I needed better sneakers since mine wore out. My
pink axe was on its way this week, and my body was just really starting to hurt, especially in my stomach and legs. My face and neck weren't too bad, shockingly. I bought new Asics and made sure to only be at my grandmother's twice this week. I started drinking more smoothies and made sure all my veggies are on hand at home.
Yesterday, my husband and I went to the local pool, and he had me doing a bunch of improvised water aerobics. It was really good for my legs, and we always have so much fun in the pool. I also attempted to swim in the lap lane for the first time ever, and I actually did 3 laps! Ok, well, I might have stopped in the middle of the third one and switched strokes while the little kids who could swim better than me stared in puzzlement, but I still did it! I'm already showing better endurance and strength since last year.
Today, I got off my ass and went to the gym. I like to jog/run 1.25 miles a few times a week because that's what my body is capable of doing now. Last year, I could barely jog. My best mile in April was 15:45, and while I know that's slow as crap for most people, it was a huge victory for me. I knew I wouldn't be able to jump right back into my highest speed and time, but it just felt so good to get my limbs going again. My limbs were sore (in a good way) from the swimming, but I knew it was necessary to just keep moving. I finished the mile in 16:25, which is pretty typical for me, but I know I'll be able to do better soon. I just have to keep moving.
The first step is always the hardest.
But I did better than my 1.25 (and that calorie count is always about 50 off, according to my FitBit.)
Red and pouring sweat, but content.
I've decided to keep a change of clothes in the car for the night I go to my grandmother's so I can run to the gym on my way home. I normally hate changing there, but if I go home first, I'll never make it out the door again. I need to be doing my hard cardio at least 3 times per week (with Tuesdays being my trainer day) if I expect to keep losing. I'm so thrilled with all the progress I've made and am so freakin close to a huge milestone. I can't slip anymore.
Part of the weight loss journey is encountering bumps like this, and I'm just being honest. I know I have at least 2-3 pounds of water weight on me right now, and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of compromising my health, and I refuse to slip backwards anymore. I may be a sweaty wreck this summer, but that's what deodorant, showers, and clean clothes are for, right? The other big step is getting off my butt in the morning to get on the stationary bike. I'm gonna be reading my phone anyway, might as well do it while moving my legs!
