All of it burns. All of it.

Sooo for those of you who don't know, I went to the gym yesterday! Woohoo! And just to prove it wasn't all talk, here are some pictures to describe how I feel today:

Yep. That's about where I am right now. It took a "little" longer than normal to sit on the commode this morning after I woke up, and I was cursing the day that we bought a townhome with 3 flights of stairs.

I've started tracking my workouts on Fito again, and I have to say it's really satisfying to get points. I mean, it's not like the points mean anything, but it still brings some silly joy when a robot calculates your workout and then you're awarded points which eventually lead to you leveling up.

Also as a point of accountability: behold my workout from yesterday! :)

Ow.

That lovely little workout earned me 246 points and some super sore muscles. I'm going to go back today because I know working out more will help, but ugghhh. Not really looking forward to it. That being said, I know I'll be really happy in 3 weeks that I've started again. It felt so natural being back in there, swinging a kettlebell, doing squats, planking and cursing my stopwatch for not going faster… I loved going to the gym pre-wedding. I hated missing a day.

I'm getting back on track though. I will do this! :D

Anyone else trying a new workout lately?

xo
A Redhead

P.S. - I already have fabulous plans of not going to the gym tomorrow, because I'm working my PT job until 9:30, and then still have to go to the swing dance because it's a big event. Not really looking forward to Friday for once. =\

Starting Over...

Today is the day.

THE day.

Today is the day I start going back to the gym.

Uggghhhhhhhhh.

I'm equal parts excited and paralyzed with fear. I'm not sure why- I used to go to the gym 4-6 times a week and go swing dancing and go on long walks with my dog. I used to be a very active person despite my badonkadonk.

Maybe the key phrase is "used to be". 

I meant to start yesterday, but I basically set myself up for failure and didn't have my gym bag or lunch packed the night before, and there's pretty much no hope of doing it in the morning. I don't know about you guys, but morning are just so hard. So. Darn. Hard. I tried to find light and happy songs to use as alarms, but after awhile I start to dread them and want to throw my phone across the room. Basically my last few months has looked like this:

Mornings? Nope. 

Both please! Throw some carbs in there and I'm good to go!

Angelika just gets me.

Winter's always just hard too because you don't want to be outside. It's not like I take my sweet time when walking Zoey. Heck no. It's more like "C'mon and do your business 10 minutes ago!!" Then we run back to the house while I whine about how cold it is. Anyone else feel me on this?

So. I'm going back to the gym today and I'm going at lunch because I know that that is just what works for me. I can't possibly go in the mornings (see above- ha!), and I don't want my evenings consumed with it, so lunch time is the best time. Plus I really enjoyed it back in the day of my fitness craze. Just getting back to it is soooo hard. And painful. And hard.

It's on the blog and I've told some people at work, so I am essentially forcing myself to go. I'll feel like a jerk if I tell all of you that I am and then don't. It also helps that the Bearded Wonder will be joining me. :) He's a gym rat though so he likes going to the gym. Weirdo.

I know George, I don't get it either. 

I'll let you all know how it goes later!

xo
A Redhead