After yesterday’s fiasco, I didn’t know how I would feel about facing another day of this weight loss journey.
In addition to being frustrated and saddened by the possibility that my hard work has all been in vain, I woke up feeling confused and unsure of what to do next.
All the same, I knew the show must and would go on.
Somewhere amidst the grave disappointment arose a silently angry stubbornness. Taking root during my sleep, it grew and grew until the fullness of its blossoms were made evident in the morning. Though I still woke up with a regretful lump in my throat, I was undeniably angry.
Angry at the struggle.
Angry at the history of unexplained, repeated failure.
Angry at myself for allowing this situation to continually rob me of joy.
And angry at the persistent need to spend my life fighting my own body.
This emotion was new.
When I made up my mind to not allow yesterday’s surprise to push me off course, it was actually an act of sheer defiance. I will continue on, not because I particularly enjoy the journey or expect anything specific from it, but because I am now far too angry to back down.
Things will change because they must. Failure, at this point, is simply not an option. I refuse to accept it. Not this time. Not ever again.
So when I got dressed to workout this morning, I knew it was just another notch on my belt–back to business as usual.
Today’s Workout: 1 hour. Cardio. Treadmill @ 10% incline.
Yes, you read that correctly: I was finally able to get back to using the treadmill.
In case you’re new here (Hi!), I first started this blog having lost the safety key to my treadmill. You know, the little plastic doohickey that ensures that you aren’t in imminent danger of accidentally pushing the ‘Start’ button and getting flipped off the belt?
Ever since I discovered that the treadmill key was missing, I have lamented its disappearance. After all, I love my dear treadmill.
When I’m too tired to come up with a workout of my own, it’s there. Anytime I feel like I need to jog off some extra energy, I can always rely on it. Overall, doing incline on my treadmill is one of the best ways to blast through my cardio and catch up on my favorite shows. It’s not half bad for combating lazy days either.
You may be wondering where I found the key. Nowhere! I still have no clue where the thing popped off to.
However, I came across an awesome hack that made finding it unnecessary. Apparently, all you need to do is stack 2-3 magnets on top of each other and use them in place of the missing key.
For some odd reason, I had tons of magnetic office clamps that you’d use to hang stacks of papers. It’s so weird because I don’t even know where I got them or why I had so many of them…
Anyhow, with a handy dandy envelope opener and some determination, I was able to pry the round magnets from their casing. And even though I had been skeptical about it, the magnet method totally worked and saved me from spending money on an actual replacement key.
It’s been awhile since I’ve last been on the treadmill, so my first day back got mixed reviews. On one hand, I struggled to walk the speed I’m used to.
In the past, 2 MPH would have seemed like a turtle’s pace. I would have gotten bored five minutes into the hour and cranked the speed up. However, I knew it was best for me to take things slow, so 2 MPH was a nice, healthy pace.
Heck, it’s faster than I normally walk, so I feel as though it was a good comeback speed.
I would have posted more details about my walk, but it turns out that my homemade key isn’t without flaws. About 20 minutes in, I got to fumbling around with the magnets (don’t even ask me why), and the dumb things fell off the key slot and onto the belt. You should have seen my face as the magnets rolled across the belt and shot themselves underneath the treadmill!
Naturally, the magnets caused the treadmill to instantly turn off, which wiped my set data—including my progress. I then had to get off the treadmill, lift the belt above my head, and scramble around looking for my rogue office supply magnets.
Quite ridiculous, if you ask me. 🙄
At least I knew how much time was left; this made it easier to accept that I wouldn’t be able to record my distance or calorie estimate for the day. And I had The Walking Dead to watch, so I was far more into that than worrying about some pesky magnets.
It really felt nice to get back to walking again. My thigh and calf muscles pretty much protested the entire time, but I could tell that I was asking them to do something they no longer remembered. If I’m not sore tomorrow, it will be a miracle!
As much as I love, love, love walking incline, I sincerely wish that my treadmill had a decline option (as well as a steeper incline). Being able to do decline would be great because it would help me hit totally different muscles.
Incline has been great for building a bigger backside, but I’m not so sure I’m happy about it! One day, after doing incline consistently for a few months, I was suddenly like:
I mean, I know this aesthetic is all the rage and everything, but it wasn’t at all what I was going for. Now I feel even bigger than before I started doing incline!
In fact, the only reason I walk incline so religiously is that it burns way more calories in far less time. Who knows though? Perhaps I can upgrade to a more versatile treadmill model in the future.
On the diet front, IF is still going strong, there’s just not much to report today:
Right at 4 pm I had my mug of instant cocoa (made with water). I like to think it tricks my brain out of wanting coffee (and the ghastly caffeine it contains), but it doesn’t seem to be working. Headaches are totally a thing now.
For today’s meal, I had a beef sandwich from this local place that I didn’t end up liking, so I picked all of the meat out of it and chucked the bread to the side like trash. 😂
The sandwich I picked was supposed to be 700 calories, but considering I discarded half of it, I’m not sure how many calories I actually ate. I knew I should have just eaten at home. 🤦🏽♀️
About an hour or two later, my head started hurting (it realized I’d scammed it with the watery cocoa 😂), so I had a 40 calorie strawberry popsicle in an attempt to soothe the pain. Believe it or not, the popsicle was 10X better than the sandwich.
Aside from a noticeable dip in my energy, most of the unpleasant side effects from last week are pretty much resolved.
I’m still not drinking enough water (I keep on forgetting), but it’s a work in progress. Though I’m not drinking as much water as I should, I am staying far better hydrated that I was.
Today I had three bottles of water (48 ounces). It’s not four, and it’s not eight, but it’s better. So for that, I’m grateful.
Today was Day 23.
😂 When life hands you lemons, throw them right back 🍋 = ⚾️
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