Food wise I am doing OK actually, for the most part. Jason and I are making a conscious effort to beef up the amounts of vegetables and fruit we have in the house. And we are eating them and loving them. We are eating at home and doing pretty good with that. Of course that first sentence of this paragraph included the words for the most part… So there is a negative. For Christmas I gave Jason a VW bus cookie cutter and a VW bug cookie cutter. It came with a ‘lifetime supply of cookies. Now that we are together it was time for me to start keeping my part of that lifetime supply! I made cookies this weekend… They are delicious and I ate too many yesterday.
They are not pretty...the cake decorating icing bag I was using popped a seam and well...I stopped caring about ‘pretty’ after that happened.
My weight seems to be hovering in a 2-3 pound range. . It was low on Saturday morning and high this morning. And the same all last week..up, down, up, down. No surprise… Considering I just talked about the cookies.
We finally got out on our bikes! Yup, we went out this weekend! First time this year. I was sore… Really sore. But we have to start somewhere it’ll only get better the more I do it.
Which brings me to what has been on my mind a lot lately. Fitness levels. How quickly they go away… Well it seems quick to me. So I’m going to take a little walk through history…because it shows how it happened.
Fall of 2014. I weighed 220 pounds, and I was dropping. (I actually think I saw 215 at one point, maybe lower). I was going to Zumba three nights a week and sometimes doing back to back classes. I was running 3 to 4 times a week, most of those runs were between three and 6 miles. I felt fabulous. Physically and emotionally because I was beating this food addiction and curse.
In 2015… I divorced and moved in with my parents. Eating healthy was no longer an easy option, and as my mother bakes for two markets there was always delicious baked goods at my disposal. I gained 20 pounds. I continued my heavy load of Zumba and running. The extra weight slowed down my running pace but I was still really active and in pretty good shape.
2016, and Zumba ended. I was sad on many levels… Zumba have been a social outlet, and emotional crutch through my divorce, and a huge portion of my fitness activity. Jason and I hiked a lot that year! Like a lot of miles! Our schedules also allowed us to go for long walks every evening, or at least most evenings. It was nothing that summer for us to walk five or 6 miles in the evening (and I usually ran 2-4 times a week in the morning). Every evening. Yes hiking hurt a little bit sometimes… Like up some mad Mountain or vicious trail, but it was good. That fall Jason and I added breaking into our repertoire of activity. Our first ride was sore but not buffalo … We were still pretty active and that fitness level showed when we picked up biking.
We finally got out on our bikes! Yup, we went out this weekend! First time this year. I was sore… Really sore. But we have to start somewhere it’ll only get better the more I do it.
Which brings me to what has been on my mind a lot lately. Fitness levels. How quickly they go away… Well it seems quick to me. So I’m going to take a little walk through history…because it shows how it happened.
Fall of 2014. I weighed 220 pounds, and I was dropping. (I actually think I saw 215 at one point, maybe lower). I was going to Zumba three nights a week and sometimes doing back to back classes. I was running 3 to 4 times a week, most of those runs were between three and 6 miles. I felt fabulous. Physically and emotionally because I was beating this food addiction and curse.
In 2015… I divorced and moved in with my parents. Eating healthy was no longer an easy option, and as my mother bakes for two markets there was always delicious baked goods at my disposal. I gained 20 pounds. I continued my heavy load of Zumba and running. The extra weight slowed down my running pace but I was still really active and in pretty good shape.
2016, and Zumba ended. I was sad on many levels… Zumba have been a social outlet, and emotional crutch through my divorce, and a huge portion of my fitness activity. Jason and I hiked a lot that year! Like a lot of miles! Our schedules also allowed us to go for long walks every evening, or at least most evenings. It was nothing that summer for us to walk five or 6 miles in the evening (and I usually ran 2-4 times a week in the morning). Every evening. Yes hiking hurt a little bit sometimes… Like up some mad Mountain or vicious trail, but it was good. That fall Jason and I added breaking into our repertoire of activity. Our first ride was sore but not buffalo … We were still pretty active and that fitness level showed when we picked up biking.
2017… And here is where it all started to go to pot. It took about a year for me to see physical signs that my fitness levels from Zumba we’re starting to fade. Little things flexibility, strength, balance, Etc. We were still active on the weekends and evenings. At least the first couple months of the year. And then we made some changes in our work, which changed our schedules. We stopped walking at night… Or if we did we were lucky to get in 1 mile. I couldn’t fit runs it to my daily routine I was already waking up at 5 AM and not getting home until 8 PM, and I was constantly exhausted (3 to 4 hours in a car a day is way. Too much). We still did active things on the weekend, and I did walk on my lunch breaks, but it just wasn’t enough.
So now it’s 2018 and here I am sitting in the worst physical shape I have been in in probably 10 years. And I don’t like it!!!! I don’t look forward to the aches and pains of rebuilding my fitness level...nor do I look forward to the dread of starting each day knowing how ‘bad’ it may feel. But, I do look forward to that ‘Top O’ the World’ feeling I get from being active and conquering this food addiction.
I’ve got this!!!!!!
