This past weekend my husband challenged me to a Weight Loss Competition.
In 2 months he wants to lose 20 pounds. I smiled and said, ok, I will try to lose 3 pounds before you lose 20. He was not satisfied with this. He challenged me to get my abs back. Yes, since the second baby the abs come and go. And since the Head Bump of '08, they are definitely MIA. I could care less about flabby vs. firm belly, I'm more into FLAT, and flat can be firm or flabby...it simply requires a delicate art of suck-in posture and contraction. But even so, since my recent purchase of a totally ab-concealing cute new swimsuit, I am even less motivated to "get my abs back."
I am however really wanting to get back to a regular workout routine for several reasons:
1. I have always been pretty good at working out (on and off, babies, health and other issues pending) since about age 14. As I have gotten older, when I take a break from working out, I see the affects so much faster then when I was a young spring chicken. So, I believe in it...it needs a place in my life.
2. The meds eat away my bones, cause fatigue and moments of sadness. I need to implement more weight-bearing exercise to counteract the bones, and just regular exercise in general to promote energy and endorphins!
3. I am about to pass into that 30 place, which means my metabolism is all down-hill from here. I need to get in shape so that I can have the best 30's decade ever!
And it's good for my heart and keeps my clothes fitting just right and blah blah blah.
So, I worked out yesterday! It was only the second official workout I have had since March, even though I have fit in some physical activity mostly in the form of walking as much as I can in between the 2 workouts. It felt so good, and I had a really great day yesterday. This morning I was determined to workout again. I gave myself a pep talk last night:
"When the alarm clock goes off, and you feel that you have only been sleeping for 15 minutes and need more sleep, remember that you have actually gotten 8 hours of sleep, and that your meds are tricking you into thinking you cannot possibly get up, but really you CAN. And you MUST."
So, I did. I woke up at 5:50 and got dressed and went downstairs and did my 3rd workout since HBO8 (Head Bump of '08). And now, it's 4 hours later and I am dragging. And I knew this would happen too. I have told myself to give it 2 weeks to get over that initial hump of feeling a little tired from the early rise and the exercise, but that it will be worth it. And I think it will be, but now that I have formally announced it, hopefully that will be even more motivation for me to keep going, oh yeah, and the rock hard abs that I have to get back in 2 months. Ha!
For the record, since the challenge, I have worked out twice and my DH, none...but he is still recovering from strep throat, so I'll give him a few more days because strep is SUCH a beast. And to further counteract my head start, I made a homemade banana cake with homemade chocolate frosting, and I consumed a large percentage of the 13 x 9" pan. It was abilicious.