This last week was fun! Last Saturday was the Zumbathon for the YMCA Partner in Youth program. I made it through the entire three hours. In all fairness, the instructors took it pretty easy on us in hours two and three. But gosh, it still felt like an impressive accomplishment.
On Sunday, I started the swimming training for the mini triathalon I want to do with R in December. It's an 8 lap swim, a 2.5 mile run, and I think it's a 16 mile bike ride. I did okay. R helped me with my form and breathing by having me swim a couple laps freestyle, a couple laps just using my legs, a couple laps just using my arms. Then repeating it. I swam almost a half mile in about 45 minutes, which wasn't too bad considering I was working on form over speed. After all the impact my body went through on Saturday: a basketball game Saturday morning, a short but intense workout with R, running around at the park for a couple hours, and then the Zumbathon, it felt soooooo nice to have a slower paced, no impact workout.
This week, Kristine and I are breaking up the weight lifting sections of P90X into blocks and jumping rope, doing laps, and throwing in some ab work in between them. I'm pushing myself as hard as I can go, kinda like Jillian Michaels is standing behind me shouting 'work HARDER. HARDER!!!' So far, that seems to be working. I've had several people come up at the Y and tell me in the last week that I look smaller. For whatever reason, it amazes me to think that people are noticing and I'm so, so grateful that they take the time to say something. It's really motivating. I have to be honest, when I look in the mirror, I don't look a bit different to me, but I also know that I can't trust my own perception.
I've been within the same 5 pound weight range for about a year now. Every now and then, the needle would start creeping up and I'd cut back and the needle would go back down, but never past that one magic number. When I decided to try the Fat Smash Detox again, it backfired in a huge way. By the end of the first week, not only had I not followed it, but my weight kept creeping up until it was almost 10 pounds over my comfort range high. (sigh)
After trying and trying to get back on a stricter eating plan (and failing miserably), Friday morning I woke up decided to take it one day at a time. Just for today, I'm going to make healthy, nutritious choices. Just for today. And then I wake up the next day and say the same thing. So far it's working. Depending on where the scale is placed on the floor, I've either lost eight or ten pounds. I'll take it gladly, either way. Let's just hope I can keep the momentum going without having to do three hours of Zumba every Saturday in a row.