It’s Monday morning! Usually not something I'm overly stoked
about, except this Monday was set to be the restart of my full-force approach
to my fitness. Full-force is the category I put things when I’m successfully tying
workouts and nutrition together. If you read this blog – you might have noticed
I’ve been a bit quiet for a few weeks. I’ll confess – I’ve been hiding. I’ve
fallen so far off the wagon that I’ve dreaded the effort it’s going to take to
dust off and start up again. Fitness really is like a steam engine, you have to
get the water boiling before any forward momentum can be achieved. Through work
travel, family vacations, I-just-hiked-the-Canyon entitlement and just plain laziness
– the water in my steam engine had completely cooled over the past few weeks.
And it isn’t just my activity level that cooled, disciplined nutrition fell by
the wayside. I can only blame the IL State Fair for one day of the past three
weeks. The rest was me – saying things like, “I’ve already been bad for lunch,
sure let’s have pizza for dinner.” “Sure let’s have a drink – or five.” “Pasta
sounds like a great idea!” or “I’m so hungry this morning – I’ll just swing
through McD’s – can’t start work on an empty stomach.”
So what has happened
over this sabbatical from fitness? I’ll tell you – it ain’t pretty. My skin
looks awful, Tums has become a daily need, and I’m up two pant sizes. The bikini
I was so excited about at the beginning of summer – got pushed aside last
weekend for my “old mom-tankini”. My “big girl” pants are snug (granted my “big
girl pants are still 6 sizes under what I used to wear – but they are two sizes
up from where I know I should be right now). So after all this – I have to call
myself out on all this baloney and just get back to doing what I know works!
Eat clean, move more!
On the days that you feel like dogging off, slipping or
binging – let my experience serve as encouragement to stay the course. Trust me
when I say – it is just easier to do the right thing and keep that fire stoked
for the workouts. There isn’t a food that tastes good enough to feel like crap.
For me one bad decision leads to another and another. Then viola – it’s three
weeks later and I’m miserable.
So today was my start day! Alarm goes off at 4 am – feet hit
the floor with no whining and zero dread. Yay Me! I was really excited as I got ready
and out the door by 4:30 am. At
4:36 BAAAM! Hit a deer. 4:40 – I find myself standing on the side Business 55 just
a few miles from home – horrified to have witnessed the deer fly through the air and
still trying to move. I’m trying to figure out what to do and can only randomly
recall a few thoughts... Call The Hubs cell phone – no answer. Call The Hubs
other cell phone – no answer. Repeat. Do I need to call the police when I hit a
deer? Look at the car. Is that deer hair in my grill? Is that a crack or a
scratch? Dang cell phone not bright enough for flashlight!! Call The Hubs again –
finally answers!!! I immediately melt in a sobbing,“I hit a Deer – I broke the
car – deer still flopping – what do I do? It’s hurt but not dead. It’s
flopping!!!” 5 words/millisecond recap. (P.S a lot of emotion/information for
The Hubs to absorb and answer to at 4:38) While he's talking to me - other thoughts racing through my mind were, Where is the deer? Did I pull over
enough? I should get back in my car. Seriously – where is the deer? Is that
him? No – that is a pile of dirt. I should really get back in my car. I finally
can hear my husband asking if I’m okay enough to drive home. After talking to
him - I do feel better – this amazing man – stays on the phone with me to calm
me down. I get home 4:47 (quite an eventful 17 minutes). He’s not too worried
about the damage car – and more concerned about me. Bless Him! He briefly eyes the car in
the garage and then matter of factly states, “Let’s go workout.”
He appreciates
the significance of my pledge to start my “full-force” days TODAY – no more
excuses – and even “I hit a deer” isn’t going to fly for reason enough today. He
looks at the WOD and helps me with deadlifts and pull-ups and a
bajillion push-ups. It was a P90X/free weight hybrid WOD – but felt great!
Oh -
about the deer. He assures me I didn’t hit it hard enough
to kill it, and that it was able to still walk away. He might just be trying to
make me feel better – and it’s working. I love that man for many reasons – but
this morning highlights several of them. He’s my rock during my freak out
moments in life. He’s my safetynet-goto-fixit guy. And today, he’s even my
personal trainer to keep me on course with my fitness goals.
