Walking Lunges Will Be The Death of Me

There’s nothing glamorous about a walking lunge.  Sure, if you’ve got it happening in all the right places, you’ll certainly be showing them places off.  But it’s not like pole dancing.  You look like a drunk fool struggling to carry your groceries.

Well, at least I do.  Wobbling side to side the whole time.

So you can image my audible groan as my trainer told me my new plan starts on the treadmill.  With walking lunges.

Walking lunges on the treadmill?!

They’re like this:

But my plan has some variations:

  • I don’t look like that.
  • I have the speed up.  3km/hr.
  • I have the incline down.
  • I don’t look like that.
  • I am under strict instructions to hold the treadmill at all times (though, I think that has more to do with my coordination… see above)
  • I alternate 50 lunges with 1 min running (hence the treadmill)
  • I don’t look like that

Once you get past the looking-like-an-idiot part, they’re actually not that bad.  You get your lunges in without having to worry about getting in peoples way.

Have you ever tried it?
Have you ever tried something similar?

Thoughts?  Feelings?  Burning desires?

New Week, New Plan, New Amy

Today I had my first official weigh-in in weeks. 6pm. Be there or be square.

All day, I was worried. Work was a good distraction, but every now and then I’d remember my after-work plans and my heart would start racing. I can only imagine how many calories I burned just sitting at my desk before lunch.

Finally, 5 o’clock rolled around and it was time to pack up my desk and head across town to the gym.

Uh oh.
Oh poop.
Damn. Damn.
Ooooh no.

Bugger it.
Amy! Suck it up!

I was soooooo nervous. I haven’t been that nervous in so, so long.
There was physical shaking.

Then I stood on the scales and the clock stopped. Not literally, but I held my breath and didn’t look at the number as it clicked over.

600g down, Aims.

Sorry, what? That’s not possible.
I’ve been eating nothing but chocolate since Easter.
And there was so much alcohol when I quit my job.

I did burn a lot of calories today.

Turns out all my measurements have dropped – albeit only slightly. And only a small portion of that was muscle.

We agreed that my goal for the next weigh in was to drop 1.5kg of fat. In six weeks. Totally do-able, but it’ll mean sticking to healthier habits.

I have a new training plan, too. 6 days a week, with activity levels if varying degrees. Plenty of weights, and cardio to boot. But I’ll delve into the plan in greater detail another day.

The point of this post is; even when things aren’t going to plan, they’re not as bad as they seem!

Deep breaths – I’ll sleep better tonight!

Yee Gawd

Oh My Behind.

This evening I did my first RPM session in forever and my butt is not pleased.  Not one bit.

But I’m not giving up!  I’ve settled down for the evening, with a big tea-for-one mug o’ chamomile goodness and a credit card ready to buy some padded shorts.

Look how pretty it is!

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(the teapot/mug combo, not the credit card – obviously)

My Plan

Tonight I posted my 100th #100happydays photo to Instagram.  It wasn’t a well thought out photo.  It wasn’t posed for.  There was no planning, staging or even smiling.  It’s a terrible photo.  Taken while walking out of the gym, in poor lighting, on my phone.

It was a screenshot of a snapchat I’d sent to a few friends on my way home:

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See – terrible.

But I’m so proud, it’s not funny.  Proud of the photo.  Proud of the PB.  Proud that I got through the whole 100 days.  I started something and I finished it!

And it’s the boost I needed to get back on track.

There is a fire under my butt now, and Im going to make the most of it.

I have my regular PT session tomorrow, an RPM (spin) class booked for Thursday, and another one in mind for Saturday morning.

Curbing my eating is going to be the hard part – eventually I want to be back eating sugar-free, but Im taking baby steps to get back there.  No cold turkey, or I’ll never get there.  It helps that one of my new colleagues is doing the plan at the moment – company in (the initial) misery!

So here’s to a better July!

#100happydays – two months on

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How’s everyone going with their #100happydays challenge?

Those of you that committed to it when I last posted – are you still going?
And those of you that thought it was a good idea, but weren’t ready to commit… have you come back to it?

I’m still going strong – 72 days and counting.  Confident that I’ll knock out the full 100, too.

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It’s been great.  Focusing on the positive, even over the last month or so where my mind has been so…scattered.  Finding the things that make me happy in ordinary, everyday life.  And the special events!

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A common thread through my daily photos is my knitting.  It’s been my creative outlet and to say that my behaviour has been a little obsessive would… not be too far off.  But I prefer to say ‘passionate’.

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If I could, I would be spending all day in bed with my knitting.  But, sadly, that won’t pay for my habits – knitting or training.  And without a hard train, how do you earn your R&R?

Big Life Changes

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I’ve sat down to write this post at least a dozen times, and it’s been impossible to get the words out.  It still feels impossible.

So, I’m ripping off the band-aid with what is – at the end of the day – a very lazy post.  This is an almost-direct-copy-and-paste from a post I shared with a private group of friends on Facebook.

Hey girls! I have exciting news to share, albeit a little belated.

After being with [my current work] since 2009/2010 Christmas break, I’m moving on to other career challenges.

I’ve accepted a position as Assistant Tax Manager at [an awesome corporate]. It’s a small team with plenty going on, so I’m either going to love it or hate it!

[The Tall One] has been really supportive about the move, too.  I haven’t been happy for a while – so this change is a positive step towards happiness, health and world domination.

I start on June 23, right in their busiest period, so I’m taking the opportunity to shoot up to Taupo for the weekend beforehand (back in time for [one very awesome lady's] bday shindig on Sunday ;))

Also, I’ve just brought a [profanity]-tonne of pink bunting for little bro’s baby shower this weekend so I’m pretty high on life right now.

The end.

True story.

So that’s where I’ve been.
Hopefully I won’t be too far away now.

Setting Your Priorities

You may have seen this one… It’s an email forward that’s been doing the rounds for a couple of years.  I received it again from a friend recently, and it arrived at the perfect time – it really helped me put things into perspective.

So, I share it with you: a good analogy for what is important in life.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles roll

ed into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..

‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff.

‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.

Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.