I finished week 1 of my C25K experiment today.
I have to say that I feel pretty awesome about it. I know that it isn’t the same as running down the street or even on a treadmill, but it’s certainly more than what I was doing. Plus, I discovered that it really makes your workout fly by…as long as you don’t stare down the clock. This afternoon I turned my phone over and let the voice guide me. Before I knew it she was telling me that I was halfway complete.
I’m still huffing and puffing and dying a little by the time she tells me to walk again, but I feel like I’m recovering more quickly.
I’m scared to death of next week.
Seriously? I have to “run” for 90 seconds? I don’t think I’ve run more than 60 seconds since high school. (Yes, I’m serious)
Oh well, one obstacle at a time. For now I have to get through the weekend visiting with some family members which will include an 11 year old and tons of candy and snacks. Not to mention that everyone (except the Hubtastic and myself) will want to eat every single meal at a restaurant.
So, in an effort to give my will-power a head start, I’m going to make today a photo montage of past present and future.
Sometime in 2006
At my largest – 379 pounds
9/10/10 – Leaving for our first cruise
(262-ish pounds – lowest weight as an adult)
5/25/11 – Our wedding day!
7/10/13 – Time to change!!!
“The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential… these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.”
Checking in for Day 3.
Life happened today and caused me to miss my workout. I’m trying not to be too tore up about it. I still managed to work out three times this week (and still have 3 days left) and we walked a mile at work each day this week. I’ve also stayed in my calorie range every day and don’t feel the least bit slighted.
My coworkers went to a fancy lunch today at the Brown Hotel, but I elected to stay and have a free and low cal lunch with the hubby. At first, I felt so guilty for not going and was afraid that I would miss out on something super important. Then I got to thinking that, in the long run, I would rather feel a little bad upfront rather than REALLY bad when I stepped on the scale.
I normally don’t count calories for things like cleaning, but I really needed the pick me up today. Plus I really got into it this time. I cleaned more in a half hour than I usually clean in 2 hours. Maybe I really am starting to pick up the pace.
I let the hubster take the picture for today (only because he has this weird thought that I look good in a tank top). I was dressed and ready to go hit the elliptical when a buddy called and needed an emergency babysitter ASAP. At least I tried.
Tomorrow is a new day.
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.”
C. S. Lewis
Day 2 in the books! Still feel like I’m going pretty strong. I know that 48 hours doesn’t sound like much, but when you’re my size every little step counts. Literally. Cliff and I are still walking on both of our breaks at work. We are currently walking a half mile on each 15 minute break. I’ve also completed day 2 on my C25K experiment. I am a little bummed that I didn’t meet my goal of being under 300 pounds by the end of July. I came within two pounds and then typical women issues decided that it was time to mess with all my progress at the worst possible time. However, I’m proud that (for once) I didn’t let it break my spirit. Normally I would have eaten a large Quarter Pounder meal with a Coke and a McChicken on the side to make myself feel better, but not this time. This time I got off the scale, wiped my teary face and said to myself, that next week’s weigh in will be better. Then I went against the suggestions of every dietitian in the world and rewarded myself with a pudding cup after dinner (which was still within my allotted calories for the day). I feel like I’ve finally found a regimen that works for me. I even had friends over tonight for dinner and explained that I would need to disappear for half an hour to work out. At first I was super embarrassed at the thought of huffing and puffing away on the elliptical while my friends were just upstairs. Then I realized that I was far more embarrassed when I didn’t fit on the roller-coaster at Six Flags about seven years ago. Once I got it into my head that this is the life that I lead now it was a lot easier to say, “Sorry, but I need to step downstairs and work on making myself a healthier and happier person.” That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.
“If you’re going through hell, keep going.” Winston Churchill