Still Trying

Once my night class started last semester in late October, my life kinda got away from me. I still managed to go to kickboxing 2-3 times a week, but little else. My eating also didn't really go in a positive direction, either.

So here's the thing; I also went on a cruise and got home about a week ago. I really enjoyed the food, and was a little careful about my choices in activities and eating, but still overdid it some. And was sick the week before I went, and had my but planted on the couch all week.

So I have now ordered a gowear fit, which is basically a bodybugg, and am now logging my meals at myplate. I also just started the Core Essentials program, and will be at level 1C on Tuesday. Hopefully, all of these together will allow me to be more mindful of my choices and careful with them, and hopefully they will also make my goals easier to meet as well.

This better work, because my weight has reached an all-time high of 160. I'm still a little smaller around than when I was 157, because I'm a moderately in-shape 160 in comparison to a less in shape 157 (from 6 years ago), but it's still not a great place to be for my short body. My weight goal is fairly vague, but I want to lose 6 inches or more around my waist, and 4 inches or more around my hips. Myplate helps me to track this as well.

Hopefully my new toy will get here soon! The gowear fit will let me know how many calories I am burning, so it will probably spur me on to move more readily.

The Latest

So here we are, months in. The scale at the boxing gym says I've lost about 7 pounds, and I can wear my slightly smaller pants without too much discomfort (which is better than not wearing them at all!) so the pairs of pants I can wear have increased from 2 to 4. I'm not in the thinner pants yet, but who knows?

My new treadmill and new garage sale television are all set up in the family room now. I ran 18 minutes and walked 11 today. I've been at the boxing gym now for about 3.5 months, and although there is still plenty to challenge me there, I'm punching and kicking stronger, and able to do more ab work than when I joined. I plan on keeping up with those classes, and adding on 4 18 minute runs a week for a couple week, and upping them to 2o minutes, then upping 2 of them by 5 minutes every few weeks until I reach 15-18 miles a week. Hopefully the extra cardio will up the burn.

My arms and upper body keep getting stronger, which is pretty cool. Of course it also means that about every 3-4 weeks my hands get a beating until they get used to the harder punching, but I'm willing to work with that. When I was sick the week before that I reached a setback, but I'm up and going now again.

So Sore

I finished an hour workout at the boxing gym yesterday, my first time. I triumphantly made it all the way through, but I'm paying the price today. My obliques are incredibly sore; all that side kicking really works the abs. My chest and shoulders are a little sore, but it's painful to stabilize my torso. I'll live, but ohhhh.

I would really like to do some yoga today, but my right knee is still bruised. Maybe I can do some sitting and prone stretches to soothe my soreness.

Fitness Update

I enjoy reading, knitting, crocheting, and doing a number of small tasks that involve little movement, or just mental instead of physical effort. I enjoy doing those things a great deal. Watching the color of yarn fly through my hands, following the plot of a film, making progress on a video game, visiting other worlds on the page is all an enjoyable pursuit for me.

Those activities are not enough, of course. I also enjoy cooking, playing with my dog, and other such activities that require a little more... activity. But I also love moving my body. I like yoga, the good pain of stretching sore or tight muscles. I love swimming, feeling the water envelope my body, and flowing with the waves. I love the rush of a good run, enjoy the triumph of finishing a run in which my legs and feet feel like lead. I'm really enjoying punching and kicking the bag at the boxing gym. But I wouldn't have been able to guess this from my earlier experiences with physcial fitness.

I hated gym. At my elementary school, my gym teacher grades 3-5 had been injured in a prank played on him by students, leaving one of his arms partially paralyzed, so I can understand to an extent his grumpiness, but he used to make fun of my athletic attempts. I am clumsy and a magnet for flying balls and such, so gym class was not always all that much fun. From grades 6-8 my worries were more concerned with changing for gym without showing much skin and avoiding the other students that mercilessly taunted me and shamed me for my lack of coordination. Less students did that in high school, but a couple accused me of such actions as playing volleyball badly to look "cute."

In a lone setting, in which I only have to focus on my own progress and my own skills without an audience, I slowly rediscovered my love of movement, the rush of knowing I can do more with my body than I could last week, last month, last year.

Last week I managed to do 4 half hour boxing work outs, and this week so far I did one yesterday, and a zumba class. Hopefully soon I will see a few inches fall off my waist for my efforts!

Accident Prone

Sometimes I wonder if the Evil Fairy was not invited to my baby shower, and cursed me. Perhaps the curse was that I would die, and the good fairies softened this by saying, no, I'd only trip and bump myself a lot, or maybe the Evil Fairy was the one to curse me with clumsiness. Evil can sometimes be insidious in its mundaneness. But I am clumsy.

I have scars on my forehead and chin from hitting sidewalks and coffee tables in the years I was learning how to walk. I've sawed into my hand with a hacksaw cutting limbs off a tree (the saw bounced off the tree and onto my hand). I often find bruises that have geneses of which I am not aware. I bump into so much, who could remember the creation of one in particular?

Last night I took Chloe out for a run around the neighborhood, and as usual, she decided it would be fun to charge at the cars that went by. Usually a few minutes into a run, she's lost this habit cause she's getting into the groove. However, as she ran to the humvee she bopped out in front of my feet to charge it, tripping me. I landed hands and knees first on the sidewalk, and dropped the leash on the way down.

She did come back to me as I angrily called her, and she made sheepish gestures (probably because of my negative tone of voice) but now I have an aching, swollen right knee. Last night it just hurt, no matter what I did, but today it only hurts if I move it around too much, or stand for too long (or kneel on it, but that one's probably obvious).

I did go boxing today anyway. I went yesterday as well. Both classes were 30 minutes, but they're getting a little easier. The particular exercises are still hard, but my endurance is getting better. I'm not nearly as wiped out at the end of class as I was last week. Yesterday I even stayed and ran 1.48 miles after the class (today my knee was too achy). I got my new boxing gloves today as well! No more shared sweaty gloves for me.

Wish me luck! Hopefully this injury will heal before I'm blessed with another.

Workout Update

Yesterday I did a lap around the neighborhood with Chloe. She saw me putting on my tennis shoes to hit the gym and I didn't have the heart to leave without taking her for a run. I also then did 1.41 miles at the gym. So, total mileage yesterday: 2.21 miles.

I was just planning to run a bit at the gym on the treadmill because I broke open one of my knuckles (it's scabby now, but a little painful) and was very sore yesterday, but a class started while I was there and I decided to join in. So I have also taken three 30 minute boxing classes this week as well. They involve not only boxing and kicking, but a variety of boot-camp type body weight exercises (and some small weights exercises as well). It's a lot like Jillian Michaels, but I have a bag to punch and kick. I have to adapt the hell out of most exercises as well. I still am not able to do full push ups, and can only handle full plank pose for a short amount of time. And my lower abdominal muscles need a lot of work, the weaklings.

This is a real difference in what my routine is, and I am hoping that will really shake up my waistline.

Boxing and kicking and sore wrists fun!

I started boxing at my new boxing gym yesterday. I took a half hour kickboxing class yesterday and today. It's fun punching and kicking the wavemasters, and my endurance can just about hold up to the 30 minute classes. Hopefully in a couple of weeks, I'll be able to hold up for an hour class once a week. The thirty minute class goes really fast, too.

The gym is less than a mile away from my house (though in bad traffic, it may take an extra ten minutes to make that left turn), and cheaper than the Y. It has less hours and less by way of facilities (2 treadmills, 1 elliptical and a weight room), but if I can run there or at Maryville 15 miles a week and take three classes I should be pretty good by way of fitness.

My hands and wrists and knuckles are a little sore today, as well as some of the muscles in my shoulders and around my knees (though not the actual joints, which is fine and preferable to that stiff joint pain I usually get.) For joining today, I got a 30 minute personal training session tomorrow, which I'm sure is meant to make me buy more personal training sessions, but I won't object to a little free advice.

Hopefully this new activity will shake up my routine and help me drop some inches.