Getting Mad and Fitting in my Pants

No pic today.  I would add a pic of the hill at Elver Park, but when I go there to train, my phone is the last thing on my mind.

Every year, I like to bring in the turning of the time with a new theme, and this year I chose Stewardship.  There have been quite a few things that I haven’t been paying as much attention to, and so this year is all about cleaning up the loose ends and taking care of the assets I already have.  I usually start with the Chinese New Year, as it allows me to use January as my planning month.  It can be about work, about home, about myself, but I usually align each month to my yearly theme.  Each month has had a different sub-theme, and this is kind of how it’s gone down:

February:  Papers, Filing, Organization, Taxes

March: Paying off Debts, Starting Dave Ramsey’s Total Money Makeover

April: Hot Yoga, Dating

May: Dating (cont.), Bootcamp

June: Bootcamp

Ahh, the bootcamp thing.  Generally speaking, I eat fairly healthy and I take care of my body.  But lately, I’ve been slacking off.  So much so that many of my favorite pants are tight–muffintop tight.  I don’t like that for two reasons.  First, I have this weird tactile thing where I like form fitting clothes. Maybe it’s from reading too much X-Men and other comics, or maybe I’ve just always liked constriction–but I like the yoga pants, the tank tops, spandex in general.  I try to keep my proclivities from being too obvious, but I still love catsuits, Spanx, and those kinds of fabrics are not forgiving.

The second reason is that I have a certain percentage of Scottishness.  Apart from my 25% English, my 7% Cheap Scottish Bastard genes comes up occasionally, and it has to do with buying new things.  I don’t wanna buy new clothes.  I especially don’t want to buy new pants in a larger size.  The Cheap Scottish Bastard in me refuses!

So, a couple of weeks ago, I signed up for a 42 Day Bootcamp Challenge.  Mostly so I can fit (nicely) into the jeans I already own.  It has been brutal.  Man, I really let myself go and I’m so mad at myself.  The thing is, it’s not just about getting up at 5:00 and working out at Elver Park (including sprinting up that hill for multiple rounds).  It’s also about the food I eat, the portion sizes, the sleep I get, the amount of water I drink, all the while accepting where I am but still reaching for a better level.  It has been somewhat exhausting and I have been rather grumpy.

But I’m finally starting to come to an equilibrium in Week 3.  Not that it isn’t still tough.  I haven’t yet sprinted up the hill at Elver Park in one go.  But when I can’t run anymore, I walk, doggedly, knowing that sometime I will be strong enough if I just keep going.  My weight has gone down a bit–my volume is actually my primary focus but weight is quick barometer of progress, so that has been kind of nice.  And lots of logging into MyFitnessPal to keep me on track, along with a big bottle of Sriracha.  Hot sauce makes things more tasty with less calories than other things.  My new favorite in the morning is scrambled eggs and spinach with a generous dollop of Sriracha.

So I practice being healthy in a sustainable way, and we’ll see where I am at the end of 6 weeks.

Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

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