School has been beyond overwhelming. As soon as it began last September, all I could do was think, eat, breathe, and sleep occupational therapy. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but I completely plateaued in regards to my health and fitness.
Though I was solid in not gaining any weight, I certainly didn't lose any. Though, you know what? I'm not too upset about that. I remember reading somewhere recently, not sure where (probably Reddit...addicted) that weighing yourself on the scale only measures your body's impact against the force of gravity. It's not helpful in the very least. I'm not setting foot on that scale again.
Instead, I'm forcing myself to make time for better life choices.
My diet is healthy. No where near a super-vegan, calorie-counting, crazy keep-track of each percentage of nutrition I put in my mouth everyday type diet, but more of a "I'm going to cook and eat my food fresh, drink a ton of water, and make good life choices when I eat out or snack". I give you example #1: This past semester we had to teach our classmates how to do something. It didn't matter what, as long as you were teaching. An amazing classmate of mine taught us how to cut a pineapple. Sure, I could have googled it, but for some reason watching her dice up an entire fresh pineapple has inspired me to buy one every week for about a month now. Yum! Why wasn't I doing this sooner? Love me some fresh fruit and natural sugar!
My workout routines are becoming, for lack of a better work, routine. So many people have told me they get up early and get that workout done in the morning. Me? I'm nearly cheating on my boyfriend I love my pillow so much. I ride the struggle-bus getting up any earlier than 7, so that's out. Some of my classmates are super-motivated awesome people, and workout during our break between morning and afternoon classes. Me? I love to give myself cognitive detox time and munch on my apple and salad while staring off into nothingness until I have to turn my brain on again in a few hours.
The boyfriend has been on leave these last few weeks before he has to report to his next station. He is super-fit, super-motivated, and always moving. Seriously, he's pretty awesome. What wasn't so awesome what having him drag me to the gym everyday to lift while he was here, and it just so happened that dinner-time workouts totally fit into my schedule.
It was painful, it sucked. I walked like I had just gotten off of a horse after "leg day"....for THREE DAYS.
Guess what? I just went...by myself...and did LEGS! I feel GREAT! And I love the boyfriend to bits and pieces for getting me moving again. Sorry I got super-grumpy on "arm day" sweetie. Love you!
I'm back, I'm motivated, and after a couple weeks of on/off lifting I really think I can do this. I have to do this. I won't be updating frequently, but I'm still here and busting my rear end. I promise!! ;)
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