Friday, September 20, 2013

Train, Train, Train

Tonight's training session was brutal.  I'm down to seven sessions left with Justin (I signed up for 60) and in six months I've lost about 18 pounds.  Okay, technically I've lost twenty-six.  And gained six.  And lost two. And so on...

He kicked my butt today.  Squats and lunges as always.  And dead lifts, my personal favorite, along with rows and jump pull-ups.  I felt like I was starting all over again.  Just when I think.....I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire...Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar!  

Sorry, got carried away there.

As I was saying, I start to think I can conquer any physical challenge he throws my way and I quickly realize HE'S UPPING THE ANTE.  And what the heck??  Why does this still hurt?  Why do I still have to fight myself?  Mind over matter? PSHAW.... More like, holy CRAAAAP this is tough!

The plateaus are getting on my nerves.  I no longer look at the scale.  I can't handle the up and down.  Lose, gain, lose, lose, GAIN.  Gah.  I'm so over it.

Yes, my clothes fit better.  Yes, I feel healthier.  I can squat my 4-year-old. I've even done a few lunges holding him over my head.  This is is stuff I couldn't have done six months ago.

Wednesday afternoon I had my annual physical.  Dr. A scheduled labs that morning.  My blood draw was traumatic as usual because I clearly do not have veins in my arms.  The phlebotomist was kind enough not to experimentally poke me, and instead took blood from my hand.

Later that day I wore the gown and found my perch on the table covered in crinkly paper.  Oh, the joys.

My doctor was happy to see that my weight was down overall since April, but I had gained 5 pounds since my last visit in June (when I was very sick with vertigo and dizziness).  He also gave me my lab results.  My cholesterol is down, I cut my triglycerides in half and my glucose has dropped significantly.  My blood pressure is down, too.  The systolic number was only slightly raised but I attribute this to white coat syndrome.  I can't help it.  Doctors and clinics and hospitals make me nervous.

Dr. A said I'm doing everything right.  I can't expect to lose it all overnight.  To hear this man tell me I'm doing a great job, and to stick with it?  Totally worth the pain and torture.  Okay, so it's not torture in itself...but you get my drift.

So I just keep with it.  I need to up my cardio, he says.  And he's right.  Justin says the same thing.  It's just a matter of making time to do it.  Between work and school and kids and's complicated.  But I can do this.  I've come a long way, but I still have a long way to go.

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