Week 2: Weigh-In!!

This week I'm down 4.5 pounds! That's 11.5 total!
(Yes, I had to edit - I can't do math. I cheated myself a pound.)
Technically, it hasn't even been a week, since I switched my weigh-in day from Sunday to Friday.

This is probably the last of the quick losses, which is fine. I get that it's healthier to lose 1-2 pounds a week, rather than 5. I need it at the beginning though, to get motivated. And holy crap, am I motivated!

I've worked out for 10 days in a row now, which is unheard of for now. I'm starting to be able to push myself more and more at the gym, which is awesome.

And I can already see results. The changes are minute...almost indescribable. If you don't know every inch of my face, you might not even notice. But I can see it - my cheeks are a teeny bit less full. My jaw is a tiny bit more defined. And even better? I've started to feel a change in how my clothes fit. Nothing's falling off me yet, but I don't feel so compressed anymore.

So, ten pounds. Huge milestone. Because when you break it down, all I have to do is keep going for the next ten  pounds, and the next ten after that, and so on. And when I break down the [incredibly scary-sounding] amount I want to lose into 10 pound increments?
Suddenly I feel like it's possible. And I thinkKNOW I can do it.
Thanks for all the support, friends! It's incredibly appreciated!

The dog ate my gym shoes (and other excuses to skip the gym)

1 - My knees hurt.
2 - My hips hurt.
3 - My back hurts.
4 - My duodenum hurts.
5 - I have an awful sunburn. (This is true. If your skin cracks when you lift your arms to do something as complicated as get dressed, or brush your teeth, then maybe the gym can wait.)
6 - It's nature's special time.
7 - I really, really, really want to sit at home and watch informercials.
8 - I fell at softball and I'm bleeding profusely from the leg. (Again, this is another valid one. Biohazard.)
9 - It's too nice out.
10 - It's too cold out.
11 - It's going to take me 20 minutes just to scrape off my windshield.
12 - My sports bra broke. (INCREDIBLY valid, if you're bigger than an A-cup, which I certainly am. Bouncing through a workout? Not good.)
13 - I woke up too late.
14 - I woke up too early.
15 - My hair looks really cute today.
16 - I don't have anything to wear.
17 - It's the Sabbath.
18 - I'm just going to eat a pint of Ben and Jerry's, anyway.
19 - I'm out of water bottles to take with me.
20 - The creepy guy, with the neck and back hair that creepily stares at you on the dirty machines? Has started asking you if you want to share water after your workout. You're afraid you might punch him in the throat if you have to see him again.

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Typically, I am the type of person who will use any excuse to get out of doing something I'm not interested in.
Right now, I have a blister on the top of the ball of my left foot, and one on the outside of my right heel. It's making walking pretty painful.
Normally, this would be the excuse that would have me sleeping in and avoiding the gym. Which is bad, because every other time I've had an 'injury' and taken a couple days off? Yea. I never went back.
Not this time, though. I've been working through the pain - I slowed down some on the treadmill, and I tried the recumbent bike for a while this morning, figuring it would be easier on me.
I'm giving myself a gold star for still going, and not giving up.

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Potentially weighing in tomorrow. I'm contemplating switching my days to Friday, so the weekend won't be as daunting. I probably won't decide til tomorrow morning. I'm excited to see either then or Sunday how I've done this week!

Dear Gym- I hate it when you kick my ass. And then laugh about it. Love, Andrea.

So, post-workout, Day 2. I would do this later, but I'm not sure I'll be able to move my arms.

When my alarm went off at 4.30 this morning, I really had to fight myself to get out of bed. I think I spent at least 8 minutes arguing with myself over snoozing an extra five minutes, or just going back to bed altogether and being lazy today, or only going to the gym for a little while so I could go a little later. By the time I finished with that, it was about 4.40 and I made myself flip on my light and throw the covers off, and....well, it worked. I got ready just so I could put on my fleece to go outside, because it was freeeezing.

Did cardio first, as usual (or as usual as it can be, for being day 2...but that's how I used to do it, so I guess it still can be considered 'as usual' (and I think that's how most people do it. Isn't it? I don't know (not one to really grill people on their gym habits (this is too many parentheses (i should probably stop it now))))).
ANYWAY.
I decided to do arms/back/shoulders today, since I did legs yesterday. I started with the triceps press (that guy is super hot. HA.) and was feeling pretty good, cause apparently my triceps have not given way to jello yet.
Next machine was the biceps curl. First of all, it was not like the machines I'm used to; it was set up different (I looked for a picture, but I couldn't find one). Second of all? I wasn't lying all those times I joked about having the upper arm strength of a kitten. I couldn't even do HALF of what I was doing last summer, which was pretty discouraging. I am attributing part of that to it being a different machine that I'm not used to, but still. Frustrating. I had that issue with most of the bicep machines.
Loving the machines I have no issues on though. All the back and shoulder ones? Yea, I made them my bitch. I laughed in their damn face. I said, "You want 12 reps? Yea, I'll give you 15. You want 3 sets? I'll give you 5, and you'll take 'em all, and you'll like it. Slut." (I said this in my head, by the way. I don't need to scare the other patrons. Or the employees. At least not this soon.)

So, all in all, a pretty good workout. I know once I get through a couple weeks I'll start building my muscle back up, and I won't feel like such a damn weakling. That's one of the minor goals of this whole process, so I just have to remember not to get discouraged when I suck at things early on, and keep my eyes on the prize: being healthy and strong for the first time in my adult life.

Note to self: Try to avoid fist-pumping to 'Eye of the Tiger' in public....

It's just after 6am, and I've already worked out for an hour.
Me. Gym. Morning. Hell, even if you take the gym out of that equation, it's unheard of.

But the gym? Working out? Breaking a sweat for a reason other than heat?

I mean, let's be honest here. I certainly only like to have an increase in my heart rate during certain activities (and I think you all know what I mean ;-)), and while they can be done at a gym, it's not very encouraged.

But there I was...5am, and chugging away on the treadmill. The first few minutes were rough, but after four minutes or so, something changed....

I wish I could say that it was eye-opening. That I realized that I love working out. That I understand that exercise is an incredibly part of being healthy, and getting fit will be fantastic. That the endorphins started flowing (and endorphins make you happy. And happy people just don't kill their husbands....)

Oh no. It was way better than that.
'Eye of the Tiger' came on my playlist.
Is there anyone in the world who can hear that song and not suddenly feel the need to run up some stairs?
Yea, I didn't think so.

So that comes on, and I had two problems.
1 - That song ALWAYS makes me sing along, fist-pump, play air drums, and generally act like an asshole. Never fails. Do I really want to be known as the crazy girl at the gym? No. Not yet, anyway. Suppressing those urges? Damn near impossible. But I did it.
2 - The aforementioned need to run up some stairs? I didn't have stairs handy, but I was on a treadmill. I felt that I could run. Maybe I could have. I was walking at a pretty good clip at that point. But...and here is my secret fear...I am TERRIFIED of running on treadmills. I always think that I will end up one of those poor (and/or stupid) suckers on YouTube. You know the ones I'm talking about. The people who just fly right off. I like to think I have the common sense (or perhaps not-so-common) not to try to jump (or dance) onto a fast-moving treadmill, but still. This is me. I trip over air. A fall on a treadmill? Wouldn't be much of a shock.

Anyway, I continued walking. Quickly. And sang along in my head. But after that, the workout didn't seem too bad, and the time seemed to fly. As usual, my life is better because of music.

What's your favorite song to workout to? What gets you pumped up?