One Pound at a Time
I finally did it — I ran 3 miles Monday. Mind you, the pavement decided all of a sudden snatch my foot, and then push me on the pavement mid-stride. Grrh. I would have tried to beat it up, but it had already gotten my knee and my palm pretty harshly. Besides, it knocked the wind out of my lungs, and that is never a good feeling. Aren’t these massive chesticles supposed to prevent that sort of a thing? What good are they if not soften the landing…
And today, I ended up running on the treadmill for a few minutes, mostly to warm up for my circuits. Nothing massive. In fact, I feel kind of silly that I am muscle-wise still “out of shape” in my own standards. I’m pretty strong, but not nearly as strong as I used to. I do need to get to the gym more frequently for the weight-lifting. I decided to take advantage for the fact that I slept all afternoon after work, and that there were no women in the women’s workout room at Gold’s. I had aaaaaaall the machine for myself. Usually I work alongside with the men, but doing things that I find a little girlyish, like circuits, I appreciated the solitude.
Circuit (repeat x 3, no rest between exercises):
- 1 min on treadmill for 8 mph
- 15 rows at a machine at 145 lbs
- 15 push-ups, feet on a stability ball
- 15 leg raises off a bench, lifting butt at the top of the movement
- 15 combined dumbell bicep curls and shoulder presses at 20 lbs
- 15 tricep extensions, one arm at a time, 15 lbs (eeeeek, weak…)
That was about 35 minutes
I’d post pictures about my bruise, and my amazing 10 minute turkey burger/sandwich that I came up with, but my camera is apparently out of batteries. Just be aware that I was thinking of you, and I knew you really wanted to see my battle wounds while you drooled.
As far as the title of the post — I feel exactly that. I’m working toward my goals one pound at a time. I feel at ease. I don’t feel pressured to be skinnier, I don’t feel bad about working out. I feel like I am consistently making efforts to a better, healthier me, and I am not frustrated or impatient about this. One pound at a time. I also made a goal that I’d lose 45 lbs by my birthday. That means, next December I ought to be just under 250 lbs. I had better have some killer booty by then, though. that’s 8 months away. With this rate, who knows, I may get there faster. I may not. But oh my god… That would mean I’d be only 70 lbs from my goal weight, instead of this 110 lbs.
Brink of obesity… we are saying bye bye to you sooner or later 🙂