That's right - I'm starting my own Take Better Care of Yourself revolution. It's mostly superficial bull - I feel like a fatty these days because I haven't been working out and I've failed to lose the weight I gained over the holidays. I knew the gain was inevitable, but I definitely took no reactionary steps afterward. Very lame and irresponsible of me.
Yesterday was DAY 1.
STARTING WEIGHT: Ugh. 138.
I put a sticky note up on my bathroom mirror with that number for two reasons: shaming via fact, and a friendly reminder to weigh in again at the close of the day. Why the end of the day? Because I weigh less at the beginning of the day and I don't want to cheat it. ACCOUNTABILITY!
I did the P90X Day 1 workout - chest, arms and back followed by ABSPLOSION. Oh. My. God. SOOO painful.
First, Chest Arms and Back. I never knew so many variations on the standard push-up existed. I am very proud to say that I was able to bang out at least a few of every different exercise - with the exception of the pull-ups. I didn't have a pull up bar. But I also can't do a pull up. What's to blame? The lack of a bar, of course.
Absplosion. It's got some silly name like this, and if this isn't it, it should be. There were a couple of exercises that I honestly couldn't do more than one of. I blame a combination of my insufficient core strength and my exhaustion from the upper body workout. Something I've learned from day one: I am excellent at rationalization. Failure?!?! I can explain that away no problem!
Food: Eh. I did okay, but not great. I would have considered it a successful food day if I hadn't made myself a cheddar omlette at midnight. But I was so hungry!!!
All and all, a good start. I fear for my ability to stick with it, but at least I can say I started.
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