Tuesday, May 22, 2012

My Dirty Little Secret

Well, it happened....my mojo, my umph, my determination; whatever you want to call it is lacking BIG TIME.  About 4 weeks ago, I hit a point that I decided my body deserved a short break from the constant working out.  I consulted with my trainer and he agreed that it would be fine and sometimes your body does just need a break.  So I took a full week off of everything - working out and eating right.  I also decided not to weigh myself; I wanted a complete and total break.

It was so nice not to have to mess with packing my workout bag every morning and racing home after my workouts to squeeze in all the domestic goddess stuff that had to be done and spend quality time with the kids and the hubby before it was time to go to sleep and start the whole cycle over again.  Oh yes, it sure was nice....

On my first day 'back', I decided to try out Living Kell's* piyo class.  I have never done piyo, yoga or pilates so this class was a whoooole new experience.  It was good - some things I was able to do pretty easily; while other things were a challenge.  I left the one hour class sweaty, with a raised heart rate and a lot of respect for those that are frequent flyers of the mind/body type classes.  Although, I don't think I could do a piyo class every week I do think, for me, it will be a good class to attend to change things up and prevent boredom every now and again.

By about my 3rd day back on my journey, I decided to weigh myself - holy crap, I had gained 4 pounds!  OH MY GOSH, it took me forever to lose those 4 pounds - UGH!!!  I couldn't believe that I had allowed myself to gain back 4 freaking pounds. I tried to get back on track and attend my typical classes but it seemed like something "kept coming up" where it would prevent me from being able to attend....and honestly, I was fine with that.  I was still experiencing burn out; I didn't want to hear those same darn songs in my Zumba class and the thought of attending the BodyPump class made me throw my head back and groan outloud (no, seriously it did).  I kept telling myself, "This is not good, not good at all"!  I racked my brain to think of how the heck I was going to get my mojo back.

Let's time travel 3 weeks forward to today and I am STILL struggling, but now things are even more complicated...my daughter is playing softball and between the games and practice there are a lot of times I cannot attend my classes and I cannot eat properly no matter how much prep I do in the morning or evening.  I try, oh how I try, but sometimes it just doesn't happen :-(

Of those 4 pounds I regained I have lost most of it again but I can really see the lack of consistent workouts on my body.  This makes me oh so very sad and depressed and makes me feel fat and pudgy.  So there you have it, my dirty little secret - I've lost my mojo.  But I am trying to get it back and hope to continue down my happy little journey that I was once on.

*For those of you that don't know Kelly of Living Kell you really need to check her out - she has a great attitude, gives out fab advice and is seriously one of the sweetest gals I know.  Be sure to check her out; you can find her here and here.