Wow, where does time fly? It's two years later and I've lost 40 pounds. It's a loss based on eating less and eating healthy food. I haven't begun exercising the way I used to, but when I do exercise, it's much easier. Somewhere along the line I've lost ambition and it's really difficult for me to get up early in the morning to exercise. When I get home from work, it's too difficult to get my exercise clothes on and work out. I am full of excuses.
We live in a rural area and the only fitness center in town is pretty pathetic. We have a private sort of gym in town with personal trainers, but I elected to spend my (extra) spending money on cello lessons instead of a trainer. I'm not sure if I have my priorities straight or not, but for now, it works. My workouts include walking/running out on country roads, or cycling. I'm really interested in getting a "bag stand" with a heavy bag and adjustable speed bag station. I used to go to a boxing gym to learn Muay Thai kickboxing and loved the atmosphere and the hard workout.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Friday, February 29, 2008
Am I Really Doing This???
Well, holy kwap, Marie!
I've thought of creating this blog for a long time, but finally worked my way through the steps of Blogger, and here I am! What the hell am I doing???
I am a 48-year-old woman living in California. I used to work out every day and I had a very healthy diet, right up to four years ago. It all went to pot after I ran in the California International Marathon in Sacramento. They say take a couple of weeks off after a marathon...I took four years off, and ate and drank everything in sight. I ate cheese. I ate sour cream. I put butter on stuff. I had Alfredo sauce. After a week at a culinary boot camp in Napa, I ate whole skillets full of risotto. I drank wine. I ballooned to 211 pounds from my usual, fit 150 (muscle, baby, muscle!!!!). I am a size 18. I am fat. I don't recognize myself when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window. I am HORRIFIED when I see pictures of myself. I used to be outgoing, but now I try to fade into the background when I'm in a crowd. I don't know why I'm like this! I hate it! And I can't seem to find the motivation to get my ass in gear and work out again. Holy kwap.
So this is my story. I don't know if anyone will read it, but somehow I feel that by documenting it on a blog, I can do more than keep a training log; I can publicly display my efforts as losing weight, getting fit, getting strong, and rediscovering my "adult onset athlete."
I've thought of creating this blog for a long time, but finally worked my way through the steps of Blogger, and here I am! What the hell am I doing???
I am a 48-year-old woman living in California. I used to work out every day and I had a very healthy diet, right up to four years ago. It all went to pot after I ran in the California International Marathon in Sacramento. They say take a couple of weeks off after a marathon...I took four years off, and ate and drank everything in sight. I ate cheese. I ate sour cream. I put butter on stuff. I had Alfredo sauce. After a week at a culinary boot camp in Napa, I ate whole skillets full of risotto. I drank wine. I ballooned to 211 pounds from my usual, fit 150 (muscle, baby, muscle!!!!). I am a size 18. I am fat. I don't recognize myself when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window. I am HORRIFIED when I see pictures of myself. I used to be outgoing, but now I try to fade into the background when I'm in a crowd. I don't know why I'm like this! I hate it! And I can't seem to find the motivation to get my ass in gear and work out again. Holy kwap.
So this is my story. I don't know if anyone will read it, but somehow I feel that by documenting it on a blog, I can do more than keep a training log; I can publicly display my efforts as losing weight, getting fit, getting strong, and rediscovering my "adult onset athlete."
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