My "healthy habits" initiative is still plugging along, and the March habits are still magneted to my fridge, inspiring me daily. In fact, on March 25, I decided to up the ante with this health thing and sign up for a 6-week, Monday through Friday, 6:00 a.m. boot camp with a local trainer.
And it has beek kicking my booty. For two weeks anyway.
And then the following happened.
- In the first week of the Boot Camp—in which I dutifully left my home at 5:45 in the morning only to work out harder than I ever have in my life for 60 straight minutes in a karate studio in my stockinged feet, causing even the muscles in the bottoms of my feet to be seize up—I gained 7 pounds. Yes. And all of my measurements went UP! Let me tell you how motivating that was. Even my calf measurementswent up. The culprit? I started a new prescription medication for something else entirely that has had some unintended side effects (extreme bloating, water retention, etc.), which I'm told should be temporary. So, no, I will not be reporting any weight-loss results for March because, seriously. This sucks.
- I've had company for 2 1/2 weeks straight. It's been wonderful, but boy howdy am I out of my routine.
- After making it through two weeks of this Boot Camp, I came down with the worst sinus infection of my life. I'm sleeping 10-12 hours a night and I'm still exhausted all day. And the coughing, oh the coughing. For two straight weeks. My trainer has this "oh, and you wanted to use it as an excuse not to show up?" kind of attitude, which actually works on me in a weird way. I NEED a trainer to call me on my excuses. But when you can't sit in a chair without coughing, you can't do burpees without bursting a lung. This is a burpee, and no I do not look anything like this when I do them:
- THE WORST WEEK EVER. Seriously, not only have I been sick, Keira also has an ear infection, the weather has been gray and depressing, and I was absolutely glued to the horrific news every waking moment. I can't resist sharing a quote from an article found on the fake news site The Onion (thanks for sharing, E.D.), which is terribly inappropriate overall, but it included this gem:
“Maybe next time we have a week, they can try not to pack it completely to the brim with explosions, mutilations, death, manhunts, lies, weeping, and the utter uselessness of our political system,” said basically every person in America who isn’t comatose or a complete sociopath. “You know, maybe try to spread some of that total misery across the other 51 weeks in the year. Just a thought.”
So, if I can manage to get enough sleep this weekend to feel like a normal human being again (and if this cough continues to dwindle), I'll be able to rejoin my comrades for the final 2 weeks of boot camp. They in their battle-hardened fitness and me in my weakened state. But showing up is half the battle. Isn't that what G.I. Joe says? Or whatever.
I will post some new healthy habits for May. As I learned from Elise Blaha Cripe in her I Choose: Inspiration and motivation to make goal-setting fun workshop, you should NOT give up just because you haven't stuck to a stated goal perfectly. (Or because you may have failed to make a new set of goals for April, ahem.) Instead, she says you should just pick up wherever you left off and try again. And so I will.