A Royal Workout - Weeks 5 & 6

There are a few things one needs to successfully start and continue a lifestyle change. Wouldn't you agree?

I think I've covered a few of the above items in my last few posts related to this topic. The one I want to touch on today is support system. You all know about Asad, my fantastic personal trainer. But what I think I've failed to tell you about is the support system he has in place for his clients.

In this day and age, without leaving the house, I have access to thousands of people online. One of my favorite groups of people are the ones who belong to Asad's VIP group on Facebook [Look, ma! I'm a VIP!]. 

Now... bread and butter may not be the perfect example, but I think you get the idea. If I am feeling particularly down - I know I can reach out to my classmates at Fitness Revolution for a laugh, an atta girl! or just to commiserate. I know, I know - that last part sounds negative. But truly, if you end that session on a positive note, really, it can be motivating to keep going. Eventually, those negative sessions will become far and few between.

Let's get to my progress, shall we? After a wonderful week 4, week 5 proved to be extremely busy for me. It was the last week of school; there were banquets and my nephew's graduation. There was a lot of work (you know, the kind that pays the bills) and even a mini photo shoot thrown in there. I was not able to join the class on Tuesday or Thursday; however, I did walk and workout on my own time. I took quite a few of the exercises Asad has taught me and worked on them at home, in intervals. This helps the caloric burn last longer. (I think I am saying that right)  Going into week 6, I had ortho appointments for the kids across town (not my town, three towns away)... and my lower back started hurting. Something I am very sensitive about. I do NOT like hospital visits where I cannot move simply because my back is out (it's happened three time in the past 7 years). And when I feel it start to get sensitive (a little squeak there, a pinch here) - I know I am doing too much. So I had to sit Thursday night out, too.

No one is more disappointed than myself. I assure you. I HATE having to text Asad that I cannot be there (unless he would love to see a loopy me on muscle relaxers...). What's even worse?! I had a brand new, purple sports bra to wear. It is so pretty!!  =(

One of the things I've learned in this short journey thus far is I know when my body has had enough of sugar and fast food and junk - even though those days are far and few between - I start to feel lethargic. I don't change out of my pajamas (as I sit here at 2:30 in the afternoon, wearing my night gown). I don't put on make-up.

I don't like that me.

I love it when I get up early, put on full make-up and my workout gear - even if I am not going anywhere. When I miss the workout classes or when I don't reach out for support - I don't bother.

What kind of way is that to live?
I can tell you that my husband certainly doesn't appreciate it. Not that he'd ever say so. But he's happiest when I am feeling good and confident.

I know this post is kind of long winded, but I want to follow my own plan - finish with something positive.

I am UTTERLY impressed with my bicep muscles. Like fists raised, a kiss on each arm, kind of impressed. So impressed I am tempted to start selling tickets to my own gun show.

Badda bam. (or is it badda bing?)

I still have the jiggly wiggly UNDER my arms, but the top, the bicep... it's starting to look kinda cute. And firm. You should have seen me all last week. I showed the newly found muscles off to my husband and kids every.chance.i.got. Which was a lot. ;)

I am halfway done with this three month journey - but I know it doesn't end there. I know I haven't done enough, all of the time. But I am aware. And working at it. I won't settle by saying "that's good enough for me" because it's not.

I want more.