This next week promises to be a big one. The 3rd week of CamLite, it also marks the start of the SleekGeek challenge I’ve been mentioning these past few weeks. I’ve paid my R500, all I need to do now is send through my pics and current specs (which needs to be done within the next 3 days I think).
On the one hand I’m quite excited for this third week. I’m starting to feel more gym-fit, which means I can hopefully start pushing myself a little more, and with SleekGeek starting, it’ll push me to finalise my eating plan, and exercise schedule.
I’ll be posting on the eating plan soon enough – and look forward to and advice you peeps may have. Regarding the exercise regime, I’m trying to find a way to exercise twice a day as a norm, and would like to push for a 6-day exercise regime, resting one day a week.
Ok, so the future looks bright, but in reality, I’m feeling a little low. I’m not sure if it was the scale saying I’m back at 120kg, backlash from the huge dietary change, or that I had 2 ice-creams yesterday, in all their sugar-coney goodness. It’s probably the sum of all of the above, but I’m really feeling a little low on stoke.
Dammit, I forgot one. I cracked a beer today for the first time in over two weeks. There, I said it. Probably of all the things I’ve lost, I miss beer the most. Well, beer, pizza and chocolate, but I digress. So, I cracked that beer. Hard. But got about 4 sips down and gave the rest to my boet. It sure tasted good, but I was feeling guilty.
This whole thing feels so tough. Walking through the Spar this morning looking for eggs, it struck me – of the food-stuffs on sale, a good 90% of them I simply won’t be buying again – at least for a very long time, and hopefully never in any real quantity. It’s fucking tough. And I used to frequent those isles – whether it was chips, or the biscuit isle. Maybe a coke or alcohol-free beer (I said I was in Spar). Gone are the days of grabbing a chocolate, or Reece’s Peanut Buttercups, or Magnum from the shelf as I queue for a till. Or even grabbing a bag of rolls for a ham and salad roll. The odd “I’m starving, feed me” pie is also a memory. As is the great little pizza shop across the lot. All a fading memory, for my taste buds at least, because at this moment they’re very much front-and-center in my cerebral cortex – or wherever they would reside.
Mmm enough lambasting about the past.. time to catch a grip and pull myself up by the short-and-curlies and grow a pair. This isn’t a game for sissies.
Now that I got that out, I must say, I’m feeling a lot better. Definitely more resolute and focused. It really helped to open all my deep dark desires to the internetesphere, well all my twitter & facebook friends that took the time to read this ( hi, guys! ).
Workout 7. Thursday, 26 Jan. Weights #3.
My third workout went well. I managed to get through over an hour, and every workout leaves me less stiff and buggered the next day, even though I’m pushing my body more and more. It’s a good feeling. For the longest time I’ve been scared of pushing myself. When I was younger – in highschool – I’d often feel terrible, and nauseous after my gym, so I just didn’t really like to go. Now, as I’ve gotten older, I’m finding I can push myself more without those side-effects. And I feel like I’m getting into my stride a bit more. I’m still a little light-headed as I go through my sessions, but it’s getting better and better -and it seems I just need a fruit or some juice, and that sorts me out.
Workout 8. Friday, 27 Jan. Cardio.
Went for my first street run today! My dad said he’d run with, which I really appreciate. We went out at about 9:30 Friday evening, which was good – the air was cool, and the slight breeze along most of it was good. The slight headwind on the last stretch made it a little hard.. but overall I think I’m liking road running!And an added bonus is I can track it with RunKeeper. Here’s the run, with all the nice stats and goodies.
I had to do it with my cross-trainers, as my runners are hurting me – so the search for a decent pair of running shoes is back on, unfortunately – but I think I’ll need to get that sorted as soon as I can.. don’t want to hurt myself here.
The run was a little worse than I’ve gotten used to (over the past 2 weeks..) – I ran for just under 20min, but did 2.4km instead of the usual 2.8. Also, I only ran my first stint for 6:30min, instead of 11 – that was somewhat because I had nothing to focus on (I’m used to seeing my time, etc- and watching sport or something really helps from a distraction point of view). I think I might wear my watch for the next run.. (or my heart rate monitor.. if I can get the thing to sync with RunKeeper, otherwise I’m not sure if it’s worth the effort. Actually – I first need to figure out how to get the bloody thing to work. I’m thinking it might have a flat battery..)
Although, I’ve just checked my route out on Runkeeper, and I think the difference in elevation might have something to do with the run – I’m used to running on flat, so the variations in elevation probably effects the time and difficulty – along with wind, etc – so I’m actually sufficiently happy with this run – I realize I can’t compare it directly to a treadmill run.
Rest Day. Saturday, 28 Jan.
Apart from being a nice rest day – and the tattoo convention!! (which was awesome) – It was also a day of cheats. I had 2 ice-creams- as I’ve already said. I’d have been ok with one. The first one was planned, but the second one – at 9 last night – was unnecessary, and a little overzealous, with sugar cone, dip & caramel flake thing.. sigh. It *was* yummy – so I think I’ll take that away with me – because it’s going to have to last me the next 12 sleekgeek weeks.
And that’s that for now. I should grab a run this evening again (Sunday), so I’ll keep you all posted, as usual. Salute!
