It's been a while, bad, I know. As you might have guessed, I stopped doing P90X, though not of my own volition. It was a beautiful Sunday and I was in Tri-Cities playing mini-golf for a girlfriend's birthday. Fun was had by all, though like all the other good things, play time came to an end. However, before we left Golf Universe, mi esposo wanted to check out the driving range and have me demo a few golf clubs.
Eager to please, I obliged, though I really shouldn't have. Shot after horrifying shot, I carefully brought the club up in the air, swung down toward the ground, hit 12 inches behind the tee dragging the club across the two-inch pad layered over the concrete, and followed through... I looked awful and it didn't feel much better either.
By the time I realized that I wasn't accomplishing anything other than physically abusing my own body, the damage had already been done, though I didn't know it, yet.
With the dawn of a beautiful Monday morning I woke and went about my day taking care of my daycare kids. At roughly 1:32 p.m. as I was completing a semi-regular clean sweep, I bent over at the waist to pick a wooden toy block and as I straightened up, something happened. Horrid pain seared through my entire back, sending me doubled over to the floor in a pain that would persist for an additional three weeks which no amount of pain medication would relieve.
And when I began recovery, I didn't want to push things too quickly and risk remission. So here I am, several weeks later, at about the state I started from... (Well, I am about six pounds lighter, but that's really not a consolation.)
So yeah... I quit. But I'm back. I'm gearing up for another go at it, though with a slightly different routine. P90X Lean. It has more cardio, something I really enjoy. When will I start? Soon... more to come...
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
In The Fast Lane
Sometimes all it feels like I do is go, go, go with nothing to show for all my 'going' at the end of the day. The house may or may not be cleaned. I feel like all I do is reach for something just beyond my grasp, getting tantalizingly close before it flutters away with a mocking laughter as the golden beams of sunshine slowly disappear with it. Reminds me of a verse in the Bible, though I can't put my finger on which one.
It feels like I should have 'arrived' by now, like everything should already be in its place and like life should be flowing on an even keel, but its not, I'm not, my family is not. Instead it feels like I've entered the greatest rat race of all, the one where nobody knows where they're going but they're bound with fury to get there. I guess I'm just not sure what I can do differently, but it doesn't really seem to be working right now.
Sure, I'm probably just in one of my moods, the depressed kind I get every now and again, usually when my introverted secret self hasn't had enough alone time or enough shopping time. My mom began 'fixing' my moods with shopping trips when I was 12. It was really strange, I would be happy go lucky most of the time, determined to be the peace maker in the family, which was difficult because as the middle child, and then KABOOM. Christina just couldn't take it anymore. (I went by Christina then, that was just before I thought of taking on a nickname.) As if a quiet fury ready to explode if something didn't happen Some days I tried to work it out on my own, but I didn't really know how, so most often Mom would just load me in the car and take me shopping. It wasn't always shopping for me, sometimes it was grocery shopping, sometimes window shopping and every now and again it was splurge a little on Christina. Those were the funnest, since most of the time I didn't beg my parents for something I wanted or really even let on that I wanted something, most of the time. That was the role of my sisters, I seemed to be more conscientious of my parents money than they.
So maybe that's why, now I love to go shopping to ease away the stress. Only now, there's a slight problem with shopping to relieve stress because now I'm not spending Mom's money. I spend my own and it's a lot less carefree than it used to be. Darn. like most red-blooded women I know, I really enjoy shopping. I guess I'll have to find some other way... hopefully.
Though I sound like I'm in a real mood, I am feeling better. I think it started around lunch time when I tried to arrange quiet time for my kids long enough for me to make lunch, only as soon as I would get the last child settled into a task then the first would be finished and I wouldn't have made any progress on lunch. It was like I was the bread tossed out to hungry seagulls as they fought over which piece, all gravitating toward the same one and squawking all the while. Insano, but I know its for the greater good- because if my daughter's not worth it, than what is? Nothing, absolutely nothing, because my daughter is the most precious thing I own.
It feels like I should have 'arrived' by now, like everything should already be in its place and like life should be flowing on an even keel, but its not, I'm not, my family is not. Instead it feels like I've entered the greatest rat race of all, the one where nobody knows where they're going but they're bound with fury to get there. I guess I'm just not sure what I can do differently, but it doesn't really seem to be working right now.
Sure, I'm probably just in one of my moods, the depressed kind I get every now and again, usually when my introverted secret self hasn't had enough alone time or enough shopping time. My mom began 'fixing' my moods with shopping trips when I was 12. It was really strange, I would be happy go lucky most of the time, determined to be the peace maker in the family, which was difficult because as the middle child, and then KABOOM. Christina just couldn't take it anymore. (I went by Christina then, that was just before I thought of taking on a nickname.) As if a quiet fury ready to explode if something didn't happen Some days I tried to work it out on my own, but I didn't really know how, so most often Mom would just load me in the car and take me shopping. It wasn't always shopping for me, sometimes it was grocery shopping, sometimes window shopping and every now and again it was splurge a little on Christina. Those were the funnest, since most of the time I didn't beg my parents for something I wanted or really even let on that I wanted something, most of the time. That was the role of my sisters, I seemed to be more conscientious of my parents money than they.
So maybe that's why, now I love to go shopping to ease away the stress. Only now, there's a slight problem with shopping to relieve stress because now I'm not spending Mom's money. I spend my own and it's a lot less carefree than it used to be. Darn. like most red-blooded women I know, I really enjoy shopping. I guess I'll have to find some other way... hopefully.
Though I sound like I'm in a real mood, I am feeling better. I think it started around lunch time when I tried to arrange quiet time for my kids long enough for me to make lunch, only as soon as I would get the last child settled into a task then the first would be finished and I wouldn't have made any progress on lunch. It was like I was the bread tossed out to hungry seagulls as they fought over which piece, all gravitating toward the same one and squawking all the while. Insano, but I know its for the greater good- because if my daughter's not worth it, than what is? Nothing, absolutely nothing, because my daughter is the most precious thing I own.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Workout Thoughts
Sorry, sorry. I know it's been a while since I've posted something. Blogging is something I do because I enjoy it, something easy that I can do for me, and like I've probably said before, I tend to put me last on the list.
So I was working out with hubby last night when he said, "Can you believe this our third solid week of working out?"
I've worked out longer than that, haven't I? I thought, though I didn't say anything to him because he was so energetic and excited to pump it out. For the first time, he was eager, setting goals and surpassing them, so I didn't burst his bubble by spouting off what I thought to be true. After working out, I was determined to figure out just how long I have been working out, so I pulled out my workout journal and charted the workouts on my calendar, smiling all the time. When I finished, I looked over the past five weeks filled with exercises. There was one week when I was just so busy that I decided to repeat it, but for the most part, the days are all full. You know what that means? Trying to get my workout game ready, I've really got to push it this week. No more minimum rep workouts. Sigh... It'll be good for me.
After we complete this week, our 'third' week, we'll have a recovery week filled with cardio and yoga. Things like plyometrics, kenpo, yoga (two times I think) and some other things. It'll still be a challenging week and fun because it's a bit different. Then we'll officially get to enter phase two, which means phase two of the nutrition plan, so more options!! Yay! At this rate, we'll be finished with P90X the end of the first week in July... just before we might start trying for another baby.
So I was working out with hubby last night when he said, "Can you believe this our third solid week of working out?"
I've worked out longer than that, haven't I? I thought, though I didn't say anything to him because he was so energetic and excited to pump it out. For the first time, he was eager, setting goals and surpassing them, so I didn't burst his bubble by spouting off what I thought to be true. After working out, I was determined to figure out just how long I have been working out, so I pulled out my workout journal and charted the workouts on my calendar, smiling all the time. When I finished, I looked over the past five weeks filled with exercises. There was one week when I was just so busy that I decided to repeat it, but for the most part, the days are all full. You know what that means? Trying to get my workout game ready, I've really got to push it this week. No more minimum rep workouts. Sigh... It'll be good for me.
After we complete this week, our 'third' week, we'll have a recovery week filled with cardio and yoga. Things like plyometrics, kenpo, yoga (two times I think) and some other things. It'll still be a challenging week and fun because it's a bit different. Then we'll officially get to enter phase two, which means phase two of the nutrition plan, so more options!! Yay! At this rate, we'll be finished with P90X the end of the first week in July... just before we might start trying for another baby.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Gone, Baby, Gone!
I didn't do yoga x yesterday, :( I've found that Thursday's are an extremely difficult day to accomplish a workout unless I do it first thing. I could've done it during nap time, but alas I did not.
So today I was determined like hell to make it up, despite have a busy day ahead planned with exciting things to get ready for the road trip with my girl friend, I did legs, back, abs, and 10 minutes of race walking. I wanted to do pilates too, which uses a lot of core muscles, but decided to rest since I'd completed ab ripper...
But here's the really exciting news. As I was huffing along at the treadmill after completing the other workouts, I noticed that I felt skinnier. My once-tight yoga pants would slip a few inches and I'd have to pull 'em up every other minute. Curious, I took an investigate eye to the problem area and saw that I looked trimmer, more compact. So I finished up my 10 minutes, discovered my scale, balanced it and stepped on. Hmm, and pulling out my red workout journal, I compared the measurements I'd taken on March 21 with today. And then I had to look again. According to the measurements, I have lost 9 pounds! So I did the happy dance and felt encouraged to continue the insanity, noting too that the workouts don't seem so insane.
So today I was determined like hell to make it up, despite have a busy day ahead planned with exciting things to get ready for the road trip with my girl friend, I did legs, back, abs, and 10 minutes of race walking. I wanted to do pilates too, which uses a lot of core muscles, but decided to rest since I'd completed ab ripper...
But here's the really exciting news. As I was huffing along at the treadmill after completing the other workouts, I noticed that I felt skinnier. My once-tight yoga pants would slip a few inches and I'd have to pull 'em up every other minute. Curious, I took an investigate eye to the problem area and saw that I looked trimmer, more compact. So I finished up my 10 minutes, discovered my scale, balanced it and stepped on. Hmm, and pulling out my red workout journal, I compared the measurements I'd taken on March 21 with today. And then I had to look again. According to the measurements, I have lost 9 pounds! So I did the happy dance and felt encouraged to continue the insanity, noting too that the workouts don't seem so insane.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Ready but Not
(Deep breath, long sigh...) Tonight hubby, my girl friend and I went to play golf at the local community college, with hubby's co-worker showing up a bit later. I had a great time and even managed to improve my shot to 1 over par on my last three holes. It was a 'pat yourself on the back' kind of moment, one where you shouldn't get too cocky or risk messing up your game.
It was fun, but now it's 9:00 p.m, and while I was getting the baby ready for bed, hubby went ahead and started the workout with me, which is fine, but you know what fine means, right? 'Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional.' (Italian Job) Ok, so it's not that bad, but I am disappointed. I shouldn't let it screw up my workout mentality. So instead of completing my workout by 9:30, I'll finish at 10 or 10:15 and miss out on watching a movie with hubby. Why? Because I want so much to be in the best shape of my life, and that doesn't come with out sweat and occasional tears. So yeah, wish me luck, here comes Shoulders and Arms and Abs.
It was fun, but now it's 9:00 p.m, and while I was getting the baby ready for bed, hubby went ahead and started the workout with me, which is fine, but you know what fine means, right? 'Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional.' (Italian Job) Ok, so it's not that bad, but I am disappointed. I shouldn't let it screw up my workout mentality. So instead of completing my workout by 9:30, I'll finish at 10 or 10:15 and miss out on watching a movie with hubby. Why? Because I want so much to be in the best shape of my life, and that doesn't come with out sweat and occasional tears. So yeah, wish me luck, here comes Shoulders and Arms and Abs.
Heart-Racing Workout
"Plain and simple, this is the 'X' in P90X," said Tony Horton, designer of the P90X workout, in the video intro. It's also my least favorite exercise, so last night I bribed my man to complete Plyometrics with me because I've learned that when I work out with him, he encourages me to take it farther than I would alone, and Plyo is my absolutely, very least favorite workout in the P90X series. "This is a high-impact routine. I know it's outta fashion, but it gets results," Horton said. For as much as I hate this, it better get something! Stop that Crissy, get your mind right! I can do this! ... I hate jumping. Urgh!!
It took me a little while, but once I began the second set of the first workout, I was ready to go mentally and determined to work hard, which made a difference, but I woulda been sweatin like hell even if I'd only brought 50 percent. That's how "glorious" Plyometrics is.
It took me a little while, but once I began the second set of the first workout, I was ready to go mentally and determined to work hard, which made a difference, but I woulda been sweatin like hell even if I'd only brought 50 percent. That's how "glorious" Plyometrics is.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Icky, icky being sick. Go away and don't come back so quick!
Illness. When I imagine the word I see people with heads in toilets, though that is probably a better descriptor of a hangover. Rarely do I imagine one writhing in pain when in motion or while laying still. But that's what happened to me last Friday when all my daycare kids were home sick, I was at home and sick too. Only I didn't know it yet. When the funny, icky feeling started up in my tummy and traveled its fiery path to my throat, I thought it strange and managed to complete Yoga X, Legs, Back and Ab Ripper X. Little did I know that for the next day and a half anything I ate would cause excruciating pain and threaten eruption at the slightest movement. Ick.
So what did I do? A whole lotta nothing. I laid. On the couch, on the floor, in bed. I sat too, sometimes. I think there were periods where I didn't move for several hours at a time, which would normally drive me crazy, it's so unlike me. Sometimes I watched TV, but mostly I just sat. It's ironic that during the stillest of times my creativity gets revved way up and I produce beautiful, profound thoughts that I'm sure I'll remember later because my phone is just out of reach and my pen beyond it. But alas, 'tis a falsehood I often tell myself in an attempt to forgive me for being unable to move. Oh well, maybe next time I'll be ready.
Today I'm feeling better, something I'm quite thankful for, and it's full steam ahead! Later today I'll work in Chest, Back and Abs, and I'm just going let Kenpo go for last week. It's so tough to forgive yourself sometimes, to realize that you can't do and be everything to everyone all the time and to actually be ok with it. It's something I struggle with at least, who knows. Maybe you do too.
So what did I do? A whole lotta nothing. I laid. On the couch, on the floor, in bed. I sat too, sometimes. I think there were periods where I didn't move for several hours at a time, which would normally drive me crazy, it's so unlike me. Sometimes I watched TV, but mostly I just sat. It's ironic that during the stillest of times my creativity gets revved way up and I produce beautiful, profound thoughts that I'm sure I'll remember later because my phone is just out of reach and my pen beyond it. But alas, 'tis a falsehood I often tell myself in an attempt to forgive me for being unable to move. Oh well, maybe next time I'll be ready.
Today I'm feeling better, something I'm quite thankful for, and it's full steam ahead! Later today I'll work in Chest, Back and Abs, and I'm just going let Kenpo go for last week. It's so tough to forgive yourself sometimes, to realize that you can't do and be everything to everyone all the time and to actually be ok with it. It's something I struggle with at least, who knows. Maybe you do too.
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