Amazing! I've reached week 12 already - and that without dying, but also without undergoing a miraculous transformation either! When I look at the before and after pictures on the USN website of people taking up the 12-week challenge, then I feel like a wee bit of a failure!! However, if I look at myself 12 weeks ago and how I felt and look at myself now and the golden oldies I'm digging out of the wardrobe because they actually fit and the fact that I feel fit and energetic (well most of the time anyway!) then I feel rather good. This is after all a lifestyle change and not something that is destined to last only 12 weeks. I'm also not consuming vast amounts of chemicals to help me get there. I read a Tweet today that said when motivation is lacking, it's habit that keeps us going. I realised that this is probably where I'm at right now. I think exercise has become a habit. I sure get grouchy without it! As brilliant a week I had during the holidays, I had a bit of a flop last week. This was for various reasons, e.g. my Mom has become extremely frail and unwell, my youngest has a dancing schedule that "skriks for niks" as he is dancing in the SA Nationals this coming weekend, and by Friday evening I realised I hadn't seen the outside let alone the inside of the gym. I felt tired and miserable when the husband said that I simply have to accompany him as he HAS to go so that he can take the weekend off. I imagined performing various acts of violence on him with various pieces of gym equipment, but I went along. After all, when someone is that motivated, you gotta have respect.
So we arrive at the gym at about 18h30 on a Friday night. Right. Grumpy and Mr Motivated are in da house. Well, it took me one whiff of that gym air - you know what I'm talking about - that combo of chlorine, sweat, a dash of steroids, a little blood and more than a few tears - and I was amped. I would surely show that treadmill who is the boss. I pounded away for 20 minutes on the treadmill gaining motivation from a gentleman in the pool who had a stunning style *evil grin*! I hopped off the treadmill and claimed a bicycle. I assumed the racing pose and proceeded to better my record of 10km in 20 minutes. With the sweat pouring off me making a little puddle around the bike, the husband came up to me and mouthed "YOU are SCARY" while Pitbull urged me on ever faster from my MP4 player. I just smiled!
After cleaning up the bike and floor with extra heavy duty antibacterial cleaner, I popped over to the other side of the gym and did a fantastic workout on the Powerplate. The Powerplate has become my abs new best friend! Use the right technique and those vibrations really wake up the muscles. No wonder you have to wait 48 hours between sessions! The few pieces of sushi and the glass of red I had for supper tasted absolutely awesome after that session.
Saturday I took a rest day - if you can call running around wildly trying to complete a long list of errands a rest day! Sunday afternoon it was back to the gym for a welcome workout. I find doing some hectic cardio followed by free weights on the Powerplate is my thing at the moment. We'll see what results it brings.
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