Week Two: free riding on a wave of overconfidence

Week two ended strong. I had the enthusiasm from week one, and after losing weight, it felt easy to keep going. Admittedly, I am writing this while in week four. Let’s see what this nearly 40-year-old mind recalls.

My body is not as strong as my mind or my stubborn determination. I refused to let up on my workouts despite my quad and lower back issues coming back. When I met with Trainer that week, I told him about my quad issue. He looks at me and says, ‘you’re going to hate this, but I got you.’ I learned that I am tough, but I scream like a bitch. Trainer sits me down on a workout bench with my inflamed leg stretched out. It hurts to bend. It hurts to exist. He grabs a 60 lb barbell and places it across my quad. Before I realize what is happening, he and M (my colleague, friend, and workout partner) roll the 60 lb bar across my quad, applying so much pressure as if they are exorcising an evil roti. Yep, body tempering is unpleasant. After three rolls, I couldn’t take it anymore. When I got up, I could freaking walk. I was annoyed it worked. It isn’t a permanent fix, but I kept up on my stretching from that point forward. I walk every morning up and down stairs for 30 minutes. Then I do weights after work for about 45 mins-1.5 hrs. It is hard, and I have to make time for it, and my body is so sore. Legs day is my least favorite, and I love the upper body.

My lifestyle is not set up to make time for working out. I work long hours, am stressed out, and then go out on the weekends to eat delicious fatty food and drink dranks. I am nervous about the changes I have to make in order to have a healthier lifestyle. I am scared to lose family, friends, and enjoyment.

I hope to keep this fire going and conquer any potential roadblocks without any setbacks to my weightloss.

Anyways, I got like two more weeks to write about. Week three is when things got spicy in my brain shop.