I woke up stiff and achey this morning...proof that my TurboFire session from yesterday was effective, even though I wasn't able to complete it 100%. My stomach bugged me a little bit, too...and that voice in my head was going full steam telling me to take the day off, etc. But, knowing myself, and that momentum is the only thing that keeps me going, I decided to try working out anyway, with the concession that if my stomach issues got worse, I would allow myself to stop. And lo and behold; my stomach issues didn't get worse. In fact, when I was done, my stomach wasn't bothering me at all.
Today I did HIIT 15 and Stretch 10. HIIT 15 was crazy hard. I once again had to modify drastically; sometimes bouncing in place in order to slow my heavy breathing...but when I recovered, I jumped back in as best as I could. The jumping seems crazy, and it's hard to imagine that I could get to the point where I'm able to jump like those girls on the DVD. They're like grasshoppers! I'm going to keep at it, and make small goals to improve my fitness in phases.
And I'm also thinking that I won't be weighing myself. The scale is a huge pit-fall for me; when I don't see the numbers move as fast as I want them to, so many times that has become my cue to throw in the towel. But really, does it matter how much I weigh if my body looks good? I read an article yesterday that asked the question "Would you rather be 175 lbs and wear a size 4, or 140 lbs and wear a size 10?" Seems like a no brainer, right? I really could give a rip about my weight...but I sure as heck would love to fit into a size 4.
Still haven't taken my measurements. Tomorrow is Saturday (a TurboFire REST DAY due to the schedule I'm following), so I'm planning to do it first thing.
Today is my birthday. I am 34. How cool would it be to get healthy and fit, with a hot body to boot, by the time I'm 35?
Til next time...
Amanda
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