I mentioned yesterday how my weight, measurements and all that good stuff have been stuck for the last couple of months, and here I am still 16lbs above what I was when I crossed the finish line of those marathons (which were so long ago, that I’m starting to doubt that I ever actually ran that far…).
I’m not dumb, and I know there are two culprits for not losing more weight:
1) I’ve been really really relaxed about keeping track of my calories on the MyFitnessPal app.
I’ve been eating healthy at home, keeping track of my portions as I did when I was inputting everything in and all that good stuff, but when I do go out to eat, I don’t always make the right choice. And counting calories gets really really boring really really fast, specially on trips (where all bets are off, but I do like it that way: I go to another country to experience the culture, and that includes the food, but I usually walk around enough to somewhat compensate for the damage).
Let’s face it, it’s not the trips that are making me fat, it’s getting lazy about writing every single thing down I eat to make sure I’m not eating too many calories (or most importantly, when I eat out, because at home I’m actually pretty good about the whole thing, since, you know, I have healthy meals cooked for me, and I don’t have to lift a finger and all that…).
At least I’m not gaining, something I wish I could have said last year…
2) Lack of cardio.
Since leaving Muay Thai, I haven’t been getting any cardio in. At all. And I know people lose weight all over the world by doing weights only, but obviously that doesn’t work for me. What good is it that my muscles have amazing definition if I have a thick layer of fat covering them up and no one can’t tell? I may be healthier and stronger, but damn it, I want to look good too! (And anyone that says otherwise, is lying.)
So instead of going from a leg to an arm workout, skipping rest completely, as I was doing, I now have been taking 30 second rests in between each set; except instead of resting, I’ve been jumping. Literally. It looks totally awkward to jump around without a jump rope, but I usually have the gym to myself, so why do I care? I jump slowly, I jump fast, I jump twisting my legs around, I jump forward and back, I crisscross my legs, whatever, I keep changing it each time.
(And FYI, Footloose came up on my playlist, and oh, man, I forgot how freaking perfect that is for things like jumping! Seriously, play it, and don’t tell me it doesn’t make you want to jump around too? Or am I just outdating myself? Can I call it a classic and leave it at that?)
So anyway, jumping for 30 seconds at a time might seem like nothing, but I’m getting at least a good 12-15 minutes of pure jumping when it’s all said and done. Plus, it keeps my heart rate up when I do my weights.
And because I haven’t forgotten what brought me to this blog in the first place, now after the gym I’ve started doing this:
I know, I know, I know.
Half a mile is nothing.
But it’s still better than nothing, no? And with all my injuries this year (stupid foot, stupid hip!), I want to take it very very very slow. Half a mile for a couple of weeks, 3 times a week, then increase it by a quarter of a mile, and so on. I’m actually seriously considering capping it all at 3 miles for my time in Manila… It looks like I rather jump out of the window than do more than that on the treadmill, and I have to stop beating myself up about it. I can pick up long-distance running again when I get back to DC in a year (OMG, a year from now! Yay!).
But, take notice that my slow-ass can run slightly faster when it’s only going for a half a mile (and that’s after killing myself at the gym, thankyouverymuch). So all of this might actually help me get a little faster, since I’ll be increasing my distance very very veeeery slowly. And I’m also using the Five Fingers in the meantime since it looks like I’m finally doing low mileage enough to get my feet used to it (and since my feet are troublesome, I think it’s worth giving it a try).
Wish me luck. And next time you’re struggling to get those double digits mileage in, remember the chick over this side of the world, who is struggling to get a lame half a mile in. And feel instantly better about yourself! (I mean, we have to look at the good side about this, right? And if it is I make other people feel like rockstars by comparison, so be it!)