This morning, before work at 9am, I was running on the treadmill my typical High Intensity Interval run of 5 mph to 6.5 mph.
It is such a chore to get out of that warm bed, to peel myself off the computer, to bat away all the excuses that I will run ' later/after work/tomorrow', but once I'm dressed and up there, it's not so bad. It's only 21 minutes and it's better than espresso.
Honestly, I was running this morning because I'm trying to burn as much fat as possible.
However, as I was running I was thinking I don't know many people who get up at 6am and run or workout before work. I don't know many people who work out at all and we're getting to that age where we are having kids and hitting our 30's and 40's. We're not getting any younger and it's not going to get any easier. I know we are busy. I know there's a million things going on but our health is all we really have. I run because I enjoy it. It makes me feel powerful and strong and clears out my head. I run because it makes me feel accomplished. I lift weights to turn up my lean body mass, fight osteoperosis, and I like having sculpted shoulders and arms. I try to eat healthy so I don't get cancer.
I took those fitness tests a few weeks ago and I found out I'm in a healthy fat range.
I don't look like a fitness model. I'm not bikini ready. Jeans don't fit me like I want them to. I have a muffin top.
It's pretty frustrating from the appearance perspective. One would think, that since I lift 3x a week and run 3x a week and toss in a little yoga here and there, that I would look a little leaner than I do. That's the problem with being a party of the fitness community. There are fitness model looking people all over the place and I beat myself up for not looking like them and for not have the food discipline. My expectations are shoved pretty high.
I want to look like Jillian Michaels.
But in a world full of donuts and Fiddle Faddle and french fries and frozen pizza, I look pretty good.
At the gym the scale read 129.8, at home it was 130.2
I think my waist is smaller. It feels tighter.
My mom and I are doing a 10 lb challenge. Whoever loses 10 lbs first gets a massage. She's winning.