Nothing to report on the Weight Watcher front this week. I’ve been up slightly for over a week despite being fully on plan. I haven’t missed any workout days in March yet. However, the scale might not be cooperating, but I managed to get into a size smaller in jeans! Still “women’s” size but another smaller size makes me very happy. I’m still wearing several of the higher size too – especially my Old Navy drawer pair. Which honestly are fitting me a little better since I first started wearing them. Less junk in the trunk!
Another reason I committed to Power 90: a concrete time frame. I told myself I could do anything for 90 days. At the end of the first round, I’m hoping that the habits I’ve formed will continue — which is why I’m not quitting this round exactly at 90 days but continuing until I leave for RT in April. When I return, I’ll have to decide what my next workout goal will be and what time commitment I’ll make. Most likely I’ll do another 30-60 days of Power 90 with increased weights, and then see if I’m ready to make the jump to P90X.
After 75 days of Power 90, I think I’ve almost got the habit of exercise engrained in my head. My preferred time to work out is over my lunch, but I’ve worked out as late as 8 PM to fit it in. I’ve also gotten up early on the weekend to fit in my routine before the family was up. Yes, I gave up my only day to sleep in to work out! Shocking I know.
But I keep waiting for it to get easier. When there’s no question in my mind that I’m going to do it, even if I don’t feel like it. Oh, I still do the routine, but I wish I didn’t have that moment of dread. Especially on cardio days. Ugh, they really wipe me out. I keep waiting for the day when my legs don’t feel wobbly. When I don’t have to bring my arms down and rest a little bit. Or when I don’t lose my balance in the taebo portion (because I’m so tired) and nearly fall over. Or when I’m not slow to roll out of bed because I’m a little sore.
Then I realize: it’s NEVER going to get easier in that regard. Why? Because I’m always pushing harder.
If I can do 15 pushups now for each set, then in another 30 days I ought to be able to do 20. (And I started doing a few from my toes this week, which are really killing me.) If I’m using 10 lb dumbbells for most everything now and can get all 15 reps in, then I should go up slightly and make it hard again. When the squats and lunges became easier on my knees, what did I do? Throw some weight on my shoulders to make it harder.
And yes, on those cardio days when I’m gasping for air and dripping sweat, Tony says push harder, don’t give up, this is it, you’re almost done… and so I push through even though I can’t see and my legs are burning.
It’s never going to get easier because I’m constantly raising the bar higher. That’s a good thing, even if it doesn’t always feel like it as I crawl up the stairs.
I dream about being LIGHT on my feet. Agile. Strong. Where I can walk/run a 5K and still have gas in the tank or hang with Middle on the basketball court.