This morning I was a little tired when I got up, but still just as excited. I even made it there 5 whole minutes earlier than yesterday. I thought about joining the spin class, but it still seems pretty intimidating. I feel weird because I don't know the typical group class etiquette. Like what if I unknowingly take someone's favorite spot and then they turn into an angry honey-badger and curse me out in their heads the whole class. Am I supposed to just grab whichever bike I want? Do I introduce myself to the teacher as a newbie, or is that tacky and overboard? Achem, because cool people like me worry about that stuff.
On a more positive note I did try something new today: The Row Machine. I had stared at this one before. I *may* have rolled my eyes at it and thought "Who would want to row at the gym? That seems like a cop-out workout." (Yes, I too can be judgemental, but I am SO MUCH BETTER about it than I used to be). Since I am still (WTF) injured, and needing low-impact cardio, and the step machine didn't help the situation I decided it was time. Time to try the row machine. I really only felt awkward for the first 5 minutes. The last 5 minutes were good until my arms and back were spent.
Verdict on the gym so far... I LOVE IT!
On the nutrition side of things is a whole new story.
*WARNING* -- Lack of perfection ahead
So I'm pretty much in full blown "I feel like a failure mode". In the last 8 weeks... (taking a breath, holy shit its been 8 weeks) since my hip injury, I have had two good weeks, two botched comebacks, lots of bad days and some good days. I tracked EVERYTHING up until a week ago. I feel like in the last two months tracking has not been helping me, its been hurting me. All these guilty feelings and stress have been causing me to spiral a
My current plan is:
- focus on getting my GYM on
- relax a little bit
- work on the root problems to why I gained weight in the first place
I feel like number 3 is the most important going forward because I felt the change in my confidence and mojo as soon as I hit the 220's. Like a ton of bricks hitting me, something inside just said STOP. I need to get to the bottom of this so I can move forward and so when I get to my goal I can stay there.
So there you have it, the good, bad, funny, and the painfully awkward.