Here it is, the end of day two and I am exhausted. I hurt and ache and am really tired of peeing. I have no interest in eating as often as I need to be and nothing sounds yummy.
Last night I slept in the fetal position because I was afraid to stretch my legs out for fear of a leg cramp. I tend to sleep next to a man that has been known to respond with "walk it off" when I get a leg cramp in the night. Oh, and that was when I was pregnant. Tonight I am going to try to stretch them out and really hope for the best.
Wednesday, the first day, was kick boxing. I remembered how to do it all but had a hell of a time keeping up. What started as great form quickly turned into pathetic form. I could hear my first instructor's voice from six years ago "keep that fist up, protect your face" but I couldn't do it, first I couldn't protect my face, then my neck and quickly I couldn't protect myself at all. A troop of ferrets could have marched in and beat me senseless and I would have had no defense. At one point, my low-medium-high kicks were low-lower-nope, not even able. But I got through it. None of it was pretty. I don't expect pretty for quite some time. I ate well last night and slept the fitful sleep of impending charlie horse.
Thursday was lower body bands. They have changed things up some so I had a little trouble with a few exercises, but I muddled through all my sets. All my sets except full sit ups. I laid there on the floor (it was my only defense) and muttered my favorite four letter word under my breath. I couldn't begin to tell my abs to engage themselves to the point that I was able to pull myself completely up and put my chest to my knees. I seriously couldn't do it. Full sit ups scare me a little from the weak back point of view. I am always afraid that I will hoist myself the wrong way and be out of action. But today that wasn't the issue, it was clearly a mind - body disconnect. I could crunch, I could sort of toe tap, I could almost alternate toe touch (with knees bent and range of motion pretty motionless) but a full sit up was not in the cards.
Oh, and I used all yellow bands (the lightest yet the brightest). There was not another single yellow band on the mat. I thought that was odd because even at my fittest several years ago, I still used primarily yellow bands. I increased on some exercises, but I never felt like I needed more resistance. I remember people going up in bands and then their movements would get really jerky. I wanted to stay fluid. I don't know if it mattered as far as muscle development. The new thinking is to move up in bands. I fear change and resist new ways of thinking. We'll see how that goes.
I remember how to eat, five to six small meals with protein and carbs based on body fat and weight. I won't do it. I am not going to count. I am reducing my gluten intake for other reasons and that should help some of this weight issue. In an attempt to get the plumbing running more smoothly, adjustments are being made. Pastas and breads are on skids for me right now. I have also been shying away from the soda pop! Mainly because the local gas station has a really crappy fountain station. The cherry to add to the coke is not cherry syrup (as it should be) but something else. In an effort to save money on the fountain drinks, the coke is never properly mixed either. Knowing that it will not be satisfying has made it easier to forgo.
Tomorrow I will be back for the kickboxing. I paid my money and I am feeling the burn. Might as well make a full go of it and get fit.
P.S. I have before photos, taken in the mirror with the cell phone so there is a certain amount of desperation mixed in with the back fat and touching thighs. I will put them up with the afters - when I have reached an after.
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