Yesterday was interesting. Thursdays are days, now, where I go swimming with Mum at night. Last night, I decided, that I would get the second part of my gym induction over and done with, because that would be official introduction to the weight training, and if I ever WANT to use the weights – they’re now part of my fitness regime down at the Water Palace, but are not mandatory when I go to Fairhill – I have to know how to do so that I don’t injure myself.
The induction itself was fine. Mum came along, and she went into the pool while I hit the gym to talk to an instructor – Mandy this time, I think – and she got me to warm up (5 minutes on the treadmill at 2.5mph, 0% incline) and then took me around the circuit I’m to do, working pec deck, seated adduction and abduction, seated lat down pull, and one more I can’t remember the name of that KILLED ME FLAT.
(2 sets of 10 reps each, varying weights and seat heights, etc. My muscles hated me.)
It’s not easy, but I can certainly handle it. By the time a couple of weeks or months comes around, I should be able to increase weight or set amounts, or whatever, and that’ll be fine.
When I was done with the circuit, however, Mandy then handed me my workout log, and said, “Right, now go finish up with your cardio, and that’s you!”
I could have dropped dead right there and then. Haha!
It was okay, though. I’d left my iPod in the locker room and didn’t want to cool down from walking over to pick it up, so I made it through my 5 minutes on the stationary bike, 5 minutes on the elliptical (THINGS OF EVIL) and 6 minutes on the arm bike before cooling down with 5 minutes on the treadmill again.
Let me tell you.
The sweat was dripping out of my hair by the time I was done with the 5 minutes on the elliptical. It’s the same resistance and the same speed as I’m doing on the treadmill, but it’s so much more.
So by the time I had cooled down and made it to the locker room, chugging down my Lucozade as I went, and got my stuff and headed downstairs to the changing rooms for the pool, I was hot and sweaty, and I could hardly get my swimming costume on for it, I was that bad! Got Mum to adjust it when I got in the pool, and she’d managed 36 lengths while I was upstairs without my music, busting my ass!
I managed, I kid you not, a whole four lengths of the pool, before Mum and I both got too tired and decided that a jacuzzi was in order.
But in the end, it’s going to be worth it. I know I’m not going to see results overnight – and I may even gain weight as I tone up and gain muscle – but overall, it’s going to help.
Mum pointed out that it’s going to make a huge difference in how my clothes fit me. The last few times I’ve lost a lot of weight, I’ve felt my clothes looser, but I’ve never gone down a size, even after losing almost 5st. Maybe this time, I’ll actually go down sizes quicker, the longer I keep at this.
Once we came out of the pool, we headed down to ASDA and I picked up sandwiches because I hadn’t eaten anything but a plate of pasta all day, and, I, uh.
Well, I binged, is the only way to put it. I bought clementines (mmm, clementines) which are on special offer again, and I bought some… other… stuff. That I’m not going to name, but it worked out that yesterday, I ate almost 4,000 calories.
So, after last night and the fiasco that was my food intake, I decided that I’d take the day off today. Not a day off of dieting or whatever, but just a day off. Monday, I went swimming; Tuesday I had my first gym induction and that little paddle around the pool; Wednesday, I hit the gym at Fairhill, and yesterday, I did my full workout, plus swam 4 lengths. So today, I had a day off from exercise, and tomorrow, I’ll nip on up to Fairhill again and go a little easier on myself.
(Going for longer on the treadmill at a slower pace but 5% or 10% incline has to be better than burning myself out after 10 minutes at a fairly quick pace, right? Somebody correct me if I’m wrong.)
Last night, I even sat and listed stuff on eBay, mostly shoes that don’t fit because my feet seem to be shrinking faster than any other part of me.
Two years ago, I could walk into Evans and pick up a pair of size UK10 ANYTHING and they’d fit my feet just fine. Unless their sizes have changed, my feet have, because I’m more consistently wearing a size UK9 than a UK10, and my feet seem to even be a wee bit narrower than they were six months or a year ago.
So I’m taking that as a good sign! Hopefully, the next things I’ll be listing are clothes that are now too big for me!
Ah well, I’ll deal with that when the time comes.