A little late in the game

I realize now, that I should have been keeping better records... charts of weight progress... graphs of workout intensity... pretty GPS maps of my ever increasing distances when I run.

But I didn't... and honestly, I probably never will.

I can go back to week one in this blog tho (or I will be able to when I get those last few entries ported over) and I can see that the 3 and 5 pound dumbells were my friends... that jog-walking around the block left me pooped... that I was at least 40% bodyfat, nearly 60lbs overweight and I was determined to keep putting one foot in front of the other and never look back.

I still don't have pretty charts and graphs... and someone said to me not too long ago, "Well, hey! You gave birth, this must be MUCH easier than that!" or somthing to that effect and I've sort of been mulling that over in my brain for a while...

because you know what?

She was so very very very wrong. Labor ends with the birth of a baby... once the baby is out, you are done (potentially forever unless you decide to have another child)... You don't have to count contractions and breathe thru the pain for an hour every day for the rest of your life to give birth. In fact, I'd hazard to say that if birth were as much work as losing weight is... very few people would EVER make it thru it, and our maternal mortality rate would be right up there with the death rates from every obesity related disease and disorder out there.

Imagine, if you will... that you're a pregnant mother... and that for an hour or so every single day for an undetermined number of days, weeks, months or even years you have to labor toward the birth of your baby. But you don't know when it begins how many consecutive days of laboring it will take you to get to your goal... for some it may be a few weeks... for others more than a year... and during this laboring time you must feed yourself perfectly, maintain proper hydration, get adequate sleep and GO ABOUT YOUR DAILY LIFE in-between bouts of labor... make you want to have kids? HA! GOOD FREAKIN LUCK!

Getting fit, for me, has been a lot harder than giving birth ever was... even my first son's 18 hour back labor... its a never ending process... and not having a finish line can be really discouraging sometimes.

so there you have it.

Bootcamp was legs today, lots of squats, lunges, squat jumps, high knees, stairs, etc... etc... etc... My glycogen is noticeably depleated... keto is back as of the test this morning...

I'm tired... and I'm trying to figure out where my next pit-stop is because without a finish line, those are what I have to look forward to.

Posted by Lexy at May 12, 2004 01:57 PM