It’s January 2013, a new year and 5 months since my achilles injury. And it’s finally time to get back on the wagon. The problem with me is that it’s all or nothing. Doing half-assed boxing classes where I had to avoid all the sprints and jumps and interval jumping jacks just pissed me off, I didn’t see the value. So I did nothing. And when I do nothing I eat everything (that I want to eat). So now 5 months later my pants are tight, the weighing scales is a total pr!ck and I’m annoyed. I’m annoyed because I know better. I’m annoyed because I could have at least eaten better and wouldn’t have undone so much of what I’d achieved. Well listen, I didn’t pack back on 20 lbs or anything I’m just bang outta shape and toxic with crap food. I went to Ireland for the holidays and boy did I go to town - Mom’s cooking, the chipper, tasty beverages… you get the idea. So with very little pain in my achilles (a small bit here and there), an expanding waistline, and a pissed off Lisa - it’s go time. Before I hit the gym I had to clean up my diet. I joined Grant Hill’s #30DayTransformation to get me motivated and have Lee (my better half) on board with eating better. Basically it’s a Paleo diet (only they’ve all forsaken alcohol too and I’m not on board that ship), clean grain-free unprocessed eating. It’s a good thing I like to cook because you have to invest time in the kitchen to rock this one. I dropped $500 at Whole Foods just to get started *palm face*…but nothing worth doing ever comes easy.  The eating part hasn’t been too bad though - a little sugar craving here and there and bumpy moods as the body adjusts - compared to the first time I cleaned up my act, that was pure torture. Anywhoooo….getting back to exercise was a different story. Not yet brave enough to hit the cold pavement running I joined a local indoor bootcamp class on Saturday and a yoga studio. Both are unlimited monthly commitments and meant to jump start my activity level and get my energy up before I return to running and boxing. Let me tell you something - I was CRIPPLED for 2 days. Even getting through the class was miserable…I hid in the toilet on several occasions to compose myself. I suppose I could have eased back in and half-assed the class but it’s not my style. I pushed my limits, as I do, and made it through. And hated it. So I paid for a month and went back at 6am this morning. And it sucked again. And it will keep on sucking until I get my head back in the game - because that’s what you do - you push through and suck it up. It takes 21 days to form a habit (some wise fool once said so it must be true) and I’m on day 4. Bitter, party of 1! Alas, I’ll carry on… Kites rise highest against the wind—not with it ~ Winston Churchill High-res

It’s January 2013, a new year and 5 months since my achilles injury. And it’s finally time to get back on the wagon. The problem with me is that it’s all or nothing. Doing half-assed boxing classes where I had to avoid all the sprints and jumps and interval jumping jacks just pissed me off, I didn’t see the value. So I did nothing. And when I do nothing I eat everything (that I want to eat). So now 5 months later my pants are tight, the weighing scales is a total pr!ck and I’m annoyed. I’m annoyed because I know better. I’m annoyed because I could have at least eaten better and wouldn’t have undone so much of what I’d achieved. Well listen, I didn’t pack back on 20 lbs or anything I’m just bang outta shape and toxic with crap food. I went to Ireland for the holidays and boy did I go to town - Mom’s cooking, the chipper, tasty beverages… you get the idea.

So with very little pain in my achilles (a small bit here and there), an expanding waistline, and a pissed off Lisa - it’s go time. Before I hit the gym I had to clean up my diet. I joined Grant Hill’s #30DayTransformation to get me motivated and have Lee (my better half) on board with eating better. Basically it’s a Paleo diet (only they’ve all forsaken alcohol too and I’m not on board that ship), clean grain-free unprocessed eating. It’s a good thing I like to cook because you have to invest time in the kitchen to rock this one. I dropped $500 at Whole Foods just to get started *palm face*…but nothing worth doing ever comes easy. 

The eating part hasn’t been too bad though - a little sugar craving here and there and bumpy moods as the body adjusts - compared to the first time I cleaned up my act, that was pure torture. Anywhoooo….getting back to exercise was a different story. Not yet brave enough to hit the cold pavement running I joined a local indoor bootcamp class on Saturday and a yoga studio. Both are unlimited monthly commitments and meant to jump start my activity level and get my energy up before I return to running and boxing. Let me tell you something - I was CRIPPLED for 2 days. Even getting through the class was miserable…I hid in the toilet on several occasions to compose myself. I suppose I could have eased back in and half-assed the class but it’s not my style. I pushed my limits, as I do, and made it through. And hated it. So I paid for a month and went back at 6am this morning. And it sucked again. And it will keep on sucking until I get my head back in the game - because that’s what you do - you push through and suck it up. It takes 21 days to form a habit (some wise fool once said so it must be true) and I’m on day 4. Bitter, party of 1! Alas, I’ll carry on…

Kites rise highest against the wind—not with it ~ Winston Churchill

4 months ago
And then there’s that. Ask me any other month and I’d tell you I’m fillin’ her up to Who Cares, regularly. But I’m on a mission to shed these last few pounds and see if I can revive my 20-something abs. As I mentioned in a previous post I’m making a concentrated effort for the next four weeks, monitoring my diet to ensure maximum protein. So, that said, I’m cutting out the wine (and any alcohol) three days of each week. Okay, I wrote it down and shared it — now I have to own and honor it. Crap.  High-res

And then there’s that. Ask me any other month and I’d tell you I’m fillin’ her up to Who Cares, regularly. But I’m on a mission to shed these last few pounds and see if I can revive my 20-something abs. As I mentioned in a previous post I’m making a concentrated effort for the next four weeks, monitoring my diet to ensure maximum protein.

So, that said, I’m cutting out the wine (and any alcohol) three days of each week. Okay, I wrote it down and shared it — now I have to own and honor it. Crap. 

11 months ago