I’ve been around, just insanely busy. I’m beginning a new Beachbody program today, TurboFire, and I’m considering chronicling it here, as what I’ve read on the old interweb isn’t satisfying my need to know more about it. So yeah.
It’s been an eventful month plus. Totaled my car last week, which is obviously not awesome, but life continues, and I walked away. I’ve plateaued in my weight loss, hence the new program. I’d like to lose at least 25 more pounds, which would put me at 140, the upper middle of my alleged healthy range. That’ll get my total to 50 pounds, quite a benchmark. I think I’ll throw my scale away at that point, it lies to me. I’ll be back. No promises, but I’ll try.
Today is day 15 of Insanity® which meant Fit Test #2. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do, I’ve been sweating my tail off but it’s hard to gauge progress. Well, it would be hard to gauge without a fit test (duh). Trying my best to keep good form is a hell of a challenge.
I humbly share my second fit test results, day 1 and day 15:
Switch Kicks – 30/43
Power Jacks – 37/46 (squatting! and jumping! together!)
Power Knees – 55/80(!)
Power Jumps – 20/25 (jumping is my nemesis)
Globe Jumps – 5/7 (more evil squat jumping)
Suicide Jumps – 10/15 (squat thrusts in my army mind)
Push-Up Jacks – 15/25 (I underestimated these, they’re f*ing hard)
Low Plank Obliques – 35/55
I’m looking forward to my next fit test on day 36 (2 weeks + 1 week “recovery”)
Post thought. I have a few dozen pounds I’d like to part with, and that was a part of my original motivation. It’s still going, albeit slower than at first. Seeing these results, and knowing how I feel, are causing me to reevaluate my priorities. I’ll get where I want to be with my weight, but that’s becoming less important next to how I feel, inside and out. This is pretty awesome. And I’m enjoying sharing it. Here and here, if you’d like to join me.
I’m going to weigh and measure tomorrow, for accountability.
It actually is. Today is day 9 of Insanity. It’s kicking my ass, and I’m glad. I’m keeping up a little better now. I’m sweating a lot more. Like, a whole lot more. I can feel sweat dripping into my shorts, eww. I’m prioritizing my workout, which is monumental for me. I struggled with food prep this week, solely because I flaked on grocery shopping. I’m gradually eating everything in the fridge, and stopping at the grocery for little things on the way to work. I’m making it work but it’s stressful. Plan!!! Bottom line is that it feels good. Very good. I need to shower now, I feel a little too “good” at the moment.
I’m not sure how I’m going to tailor my diet. I kind of like where I’m at right now, pretty much vegan, but I don’t know if I want to maintain that in the long term. First, it’s time consuming. The food I’m eating now is nowhere near as calorie dense as animal products. I can’t prep a week in advance, so I’m doing 2 days or so at a time. The second thing is grain. I don’t care for grains much. I had a torrid past with them, they trigger bad eating habits, so I don’t partake much. I’m paleo-ish I guess. With that, it would be kind of, well very, boring to eat vegan and eliminate grains. I don’t want to overdue soy either. That’s fucking boring. Okay, so I think I’ll slowly reintroduce eggs and fish. I’m in no hurry. Poultry, beef, pork, etc might become a treat, rather than a given. I’m definitely not reintroducing caffeine any time soon. The detox from it was miserable. I absolutely will eat a ton of fruits and vegetables. I didn’t realize how much I had gotten away from produce until recently. What about dairy? Well, I don’t know. I’m not a milk drinker already, but butter, hmm. And cheese. Oh, cheese. I don’t know yet. I’m not craving any of it, but if I want some in the future, then I’ll have to make the decision then. Maybe as a treat. I can cook just fine without butter, so that’s fine at the moment. I guess I should figure out how to keep my cast iron pan seasoned without bacon fat though. This is weird. I would have laughed at this six months ago.
This is something I penned yesterday. I don’t want to forget this experience as I move forward. I feel different. And better.
I’m sleeping more effectively, and I have better focus, better than I can recall in years. I’m learning better portion control, and I feel like I have a better picture of what my body wants for fuel. I decided not to go back to caffeine, for now. I miss the taste, but my energy is far more even without it. I have herbal coffee for taste when I want it. I’m a fan of wine, and I haven’t had any since I started. I kind of want a glass, but I can wait until it’s appropriate (at least another month, my preference), the wine will still be there. I wanted to break some bad habits and start new, better habits, and I really feel like that’s happening. I wasn’t doing this for weight loss, I saw it as a literal reset, a jumping point for getting healthier, but the physical results below are big motivation for me as well. I took pics, but I haven’t decided if I want to share them, yet, maybe :0)
From the 10th of May through today:
-11.75″/-29.8cm (bust, waist, hips, forearms, thighs)
-2% body fat (estimate)
My Ultimate Reset
Today is my 17th day experiencing the Ultimate Reset. I don’t have superpowers and I haven’t lost 50 pounds (though I look like I’ve lost quite a bit), but I feel pretty damn good, and I also have been able to see myself, or more so, my place, in a new perspective. Yeah, it’s like that. I’m not ashamed. I’m thinking about a lot of things.
Today is day 15. The first day of the third week. I do feel different. Inside. I feel quieter, more focused, less foggy.
I recalled an interesting dream from Tuesday morning. I woke up and immediately tried to recall it so I’d remember later. I’m a rather vivd dreamer, but I hadn’t recalled a dream in a few days.
I often mix locations and people together that don’t actually go together, and this was no different.
It was my apartment building from childhood. Huge lobby with one wide, shallow staircase, and two additional to the sides. There was some kind of government office in the basement with all sorts of neat military and historical memorabilia. To the left was a staircase that climbed many floors, made of stone, and there were books and water pitchers on each landing. The top floor was an intimate sort of bar with small tables and a large bar off to one corner with delicious liquor. The barteneders sounded Russian or Skandinavian and were very friendly.
With that, I’m off to my busy Thursday.