Since Novemeber, I have been slack. I dropped the fitness ball when I met my amazing man. As a result, I have lost tone, condition and endurance. I have put on considerable weight which is unwelcome on my body. While my spunky man has no issue with the weight gain, I am unhappy with the way that I look but more importantly, the way that I feel at the moment. I am sluggish. I have trouble sleeping. I rely on sugar to get me through the day. I turn to food to lift my mood. I have developed unhealthy habits.
I know that I have high standards for myself. I am well aware that I have punished my body in the past. I have used exercise as an escape. I have previously turned to the gym to fill a void in my life. This time it is different. I have a supportive, encouraging partner who wants me to be happy. His motivation for helping me is not to have a hot girlfriend (he loves me just the way I am) but because it is something I want to do (having a hot girlfriend at the end of the gruelling twelve week schedule is an added bonus!).
Today I restarted my twelve week plan. July 13 is completion day. My amazing man and I are planning a trip to Vietnam which we will book for shortly after the end of the twelve week period. So, I have twelve weeks to transform my body back into something I love. Diet and exercise plan is all sorted. Verified and ready to roll.
This morning my alarm went off at 0400. I dragged myself out of bed, cooked eggs for my spunky man and went to work for an hour. After my lemon water, I did a HIT (high intensity training) session at the gym. My body now hates me - squats, lunges, planking, capoeira gingas, jumping jacks, bicep curls, tricep dips, high kicks... the list goes on. Fifty second sets with a ten second rest between sets.
With the change in program comes five small meals a day. Because I have been overeating for so long, between the meals, hunger ensues. I am not starving - just background hungry.
Cutting out sugar is always a killer and I know that I need to be prepared for the crash mid afternoon. So I have three strawberries. It doesn't sound like much but it is enough to stave off the sugar cravings. Especially as I am starting my days early. The willpower to withstand the office chocolate collections is much weaker when I am tired so it is important for me to constantly remind myself of my goal. All I need to do is imagine how I would feel if I had to wear a bikini tomorrow and that raspberry jubie lolly stays in the bowl rather than being eaten.
I know that the next tweleve weeks are going to be tough. I am mentally prepared for it.
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