Yesterday, hubs and I went to a Crossfit workout. Once the workout began, I felt super weak and dehydrated. My form was bad and the first set felt like the last set should feel. Our trainer noticed I wasn’t exactly killing it, so he had me do 3 rounds instead of 4. Hubs went on to do the 4 rounds which totally bummed me out because I couldn’t keep up. That didn’t set a good tone for the rest of the day. Either way, the workout was still good (even if I sucked at it) and share-worthy:
I did progressive push-ups again. If you don’t remember my amazing progressive push-up how-to < —– click that.
Alright, so let’s back it up a bit. I gained 4 lbs on vacation last week. Like, real pounds. Not those water weight pounds that disappear after a week of eating healthy and working out. I know this because I’m still up 4 lbs today. It’s been weighing on me, not only physically, but mentally. So, the weight gain coupled with not being able to finish that workout pretty much shit all over my day. I was just so sad all day long. I had plans with friends that night that I wanted to cancel. Basically, I wanted to sit on the couch and mope.
After talking to my trainer, we think one of my problems is hydration. Now that I’m not running, I forget that I still need to drink water. So, I went to the grocery store planning to get bottles of water (bottles remind me to drink it for some reason) and healthy meals and snacks for next week. But the only thing I cared about was cream cheese frosted brownies and anything containing the word Entenmmans.
And then it happened. Right in the middle of the grocery store, I just felt like giving up. I eat well most of the time. I workout out more than 99% of the people I know and I just felt like it was getting me nowhere. There may have been a few tears in front of the clearance Easter candy, which made me feel super awesome. I do NOT do emotional in public. I walked down aisles looking downward so no one would notice. I was a mess.
Then a woman that was so overweight she couldn’t walk rolled past me on one of those motorized scooters and made me feel like an asshole. So, I sucked it up, left the brownies on the shelf, and decided not to cancel my plans that night.
I wasn’t going to drink. But I changed my mind about that too. Because watching people drink is probably more depressing than gaining 4 lbs. So, I had drinks at a friend’s house and then I had 3 delicious pieces of extra cheese/extra pepperoni pizza…at midnight.
And the weirdest thing happened when I woke up this morning: I didn’t regret it. Seriously, I am the queen of regretting Saturday nights. But hanging out with friends and not worrying about everything that goes in my mouth (twss?) was worth it.
I took advantage of my good mood this morning and went to a spin class at a new place I found through an Amazon local deal. (10 spin classes for $45 – holy cheap!)
The place is awesome. It’s not close to my house but it’s kinda worth it. They have Keiser bikes which show your mileage, calories burned, watts, RPMs, and time. The room has 2 big screens at the front that show psychedelic images that move to the music. (I think it would be cool if they showed an outdoor scenic bike trip on the screens.)
And the best part of all? They black out the room and turn on black lights. The fluorescent paint on the walls “light” up the room. It’s so fun. I think spin and I are having a little love affair right now.
After class, I was in an even better mood. I wasn’t worried about the 4 lbs that are making my pants tighter or the fact that running and I aren’t on speaking terms. I guess my point to all this is, everyone has shitty days and it’s not the end of the world.
So, today is all about drinking water and wearing elastic. And I’m ok with that.