As with most things, I started tumblring about bootcamp with the best of intentions. “I will post every day! My posts will be insightful!”
Obviously, not so much.
Lemme sum up the past five days so we can move forward.
- Thursday: Weigh in. Weight? 145.6 lbs Change? -1.3 lbs.
- Friday: YOGA! So much love of yoga.
- Saturday: Ribfest. Total damage: Lots of ribs, one beer, one chocolate covered frozen banana (not worth it). Also ran Day 2 of C25K.
- Sunday: Tahoe with the parentals. Generally healthy. Caved and had froyo for dinner, BUT had tart froyo with fruit instead of chocolate froyo with all the toppings. That’s better, right?
- Monday: Back to bootcamp. Share the love day. Brought the hubs. Ran Day 3 of C25K afterwards.
- Tuesday: The hardest of days.
And now we’re caught up. More insightfulness to come.
The hardest part of bootcamp is not waking up at 5:30 a.m., it’s not the squat thrusts, or the timed miles or the sore muscles that last for days.
It’s the diet.
It’s giving up booze, sugar and pretty much all carbs for the next six weeks.
Because right now I want a glass of red wine and some pizza. Oh, and follow it up with something chocolate. It’s just been one of those days.
Instead, I’m trying to get myself excited about cooking some eggplant recipe I decided on earlier this week.
You know what makes eggplant delish? When it’s fried and on top of a mound of pasta.
But instead of giving in, I’m going to take the high road and cook that eggplant with joy.
Or I’ll make brinner.
Either way, I miss you booze, sugar and carbs. Come home soon.
Day 2 is always harder than Day 1. On Day 1 I’m full of enthusiasm and hope and optimism. I wake up a few minutes before the alarm clock and walk to the car with a jaunt in my step. “Today is the first day of the rest of my life,” I think. “Today is the day I commit to being fit.”
Then it’s Day 2 and it’s dark and cold outside. Instead of springing out of bed at the first sound of my iPhone, I snooze it until the last possible minute. I think of all the excuses I could give BFF No. 1 for not going, and then realize that ditching on Day 2 is lame.
An hour later the work out is done, and it’s worth it. That extra hour of sleep is not greater than an hour of having my ass kicked (and my ass is very sore).
I’m winded. My lower back is cold because the sweat that collected there during this morning’s workout is slowly drying. That description was kind of gross. But really, who isn’t gross after a workout. I don’t glisten or glow, I sweat and I smell.
Started bootcamp again this morning with Kaia. I don’t actually know why Kaia is called Kaia or why they call bootcamp BRIK. Really, a workout by any other name still kicks my ass, so I don’t know how much I care.
For the next six weeks I’ll be waking up at 5:30 a.m. to get to my 6 a.m. class. I go to Kaia with BFF No. 1 and we trade off driving, which means I need a better excuse than “bed so comfy” to miss a class.
Each daily session is an hour long and consists of cardio, me whining, strength training, me sassing the coaches and then some more whining. Fridays are Kaia Flow, also known as yoga with lots of planking.
Enough intro. Here’s my stats starting out for this bootcamp:
- Weight: 146.9 pounds
- Body fat: 31.9 percent
- BMI: 27.2
- Thighs (measured around both thighs at 27.75 inches up): 36 inches
- Butt (or hips, measured at 33 inches up): 41 inches
- Waist (measured at the belly button): 33.75 inches
- Chest (measured at the “nip line,” technical Kaia term): 38 inches
- Right arm: 12 inches
- Left arm: 11.75 inches (weird, I know)
Putting all those stats on the interwebz? A little scary.
And here’s how my fitness test today went:
- Mile: 10:19
- Number of rounds of “5s” (5 weighted lunges, 5 squat thrusts, five kettlebell swings, as many as you can do in five minutes): 4
- Jump ropes in one minute: 44
- Double-under jump ropes: 0 (harder than they look)
- Sit ups in one minute: 18
- Push ups: 13
- Mt. Climbers: 27
- Pull ups: 14
We do another fit test at Week 3 and then again at the end of the bootcamp.
Really, I’m a little freaked out by exposing all that information to the world. So, I’m going to hit publish really fast and leave my laptop.
