Over the holidays my transformation progress really slowed. Although I didn’t gain any weight, my motivation was elsewhere and I was just trying to get all of the festivities under control at home and at work. (I am an event and programs director). When the last of the Christmas boxes went up into the attic (ok, ok.. there are still a few at the top of the stairs….) I started looking around wondering what the hell happened to my year of change.
March 2017 started my journey, and although I had come at it with a long list of things I wanted to work on, I realized that there must have been an awful lot of “back-peddling” to achieve so very little. My pool is still a swamp, my hardwood is still in a pile in the middle of the Dining room, I only lost 50 pounds not 100 pounds, I still had the same job, same routine, no new adventures, epiphanies or triumphs. WTH???
Although the journey was supposed to be an overall transformation involving my whole self, I decided to narrow it down a little and concentrate on my physical appearance, hoping to achieve at least ONE part of my list. I had actually lost 50 pounds, which isn’t chump change, but somehow, I was still wearing most of the same clothes and I looked exactly the same.. just smaller. I would go so far as to say that I looked worse. Now, everything that used to be fat, was smooshy. I wasn’t even CLOSE to what I thought 50 pounds lost would look like. I HATE those commercials when women say they lost 15 pounds and 3 dress sizes… Good grief. I guess there was a lot of exercise in my future.
So, while I was thumbing through FB, I saw an ad for a 27 week physical challenge. Why is it 27 weeks? I have no idea. The ad said that it involved kickboxing among other things, and it was at a Jujitsu Studio. There is nothing I like to do more than kick and punch things.. so this was right up my alley. The class was local, inexpensive and didn’t involve a bathing suit. I was a little nervous about being the oldest battleship in the fleet, but I signed up anyway. The only real thing I was worried about was whether or not I had TIME to do this. I have crazy work hours, a farm, a family and a lot of time spent commuting…. it was going to be rough.
I am happy to report that this old gal has been hanging in for five weeks now, going to class 3 times a week, and 2 times a week to the gym for weight lifting and walking the track. Do I feel better? Hell no! Every single day I have a new ache or pain, but my commitment remains solid. The fear of failing at my transformation is greater than the pain in the ass of the break-neck schedule. Sooner or later, something is bound to happen.
I knew there would be issues.. there always is. I swear everything else in my life has spiraled out of control, mainly due to me spending so much time exercising. Dinner has not been regular, and the house looks worse than ever. My workmates jaws drop as I run out the door at the stroke of 5 wearing my workout clothes. No longer are the days that I stay after work to finish a project or stop by the store on the way home to get that special something to go with dinner… Sorry gang, but ya can’t have it both ways.
After the 27 weeks, I will slow my roll and try to create a utopia where I have time for everything… yeah right, but for now I’m living out of the Mini Cooper with boxing gloves in the backseat right along with my cocktail hour attire and rubber boots.
My year’s transformation has been nothing like I thought it would be. It was so much harder than I had planned and although I will not reach my goals by March, I will keep the list where it has been all year and cross them off one by one as I smash my way to the finish line!