This afternoon (while I was eating a piece of "Mounds Pie" from Perkins [someone explain to me why work-sponsored pie doesn't seem as bad for you as the pie you buy yourself???]) I received this dispatch from Beav-X-90 Headquarters.
On 9/29/11 1:02 PM, "Ed Veak" <ed@tshirtgraphix.com> wrote:
> Ok, if memory serves, our 90 day challenge started
on Monday, August 15th.
> That puts us on week 7, day 44 of the challenge, if
my calculations
> are correct. Feel free to correct me if you think I
am wrong. So that
> puts us half way home.
>
> Remember your goals, show up to workouts and stop
making excuses for
> the missed workouts and bad food choices. I've
definitely slipped a
> few times but looking forward to hammering it the
last 45 days to
> reach my personal goals.
>
> For those who are counting, it's been 44 days without
a soda of any kind.
> One vise down, now to the excess calories. I find I
have a tendency to
> eat to little which causes me then to over eat when
I get the chance.
> So I'm really trying to get those 6 little meals,
throughout the day, dialed in.
>
> For those of you that endured the Tuesday workout,
120 kettlebell
> swings and
> 120 burpees, you can thank Molly and Tracy for
finding that one. If
> you have any ideas for a workout, feel free to
share. Firdays workout
> should be just as fun :)
>
> So, keep up the good work and see you in the
morning.
>
>
> Ed
It's this kind of cheerleading that keeps me coming back for more.
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| Here's Ed, as the great cyclo-cross cheer leading tour de force, the Barrier Fairy. |
As is my way, I had to be a smarty pants and point out that we didn't actually start on the 15th (I was still recovering from my birthday on the 15th of August). We started our 90 day fitness challenge on the 22nd of August. Which, technically, means tomorrow is day 40.
What is my point, besides needing to be right and find fault in other people's counting?
My point is a) I can't believe that I have survived this long getting up so early.
And b) I can't believe how little I have accomplished.
Yes, I am proud of my Beav-X-90 accomplishments. I am much better at burpees, now. Underneath all the sub-cutaneous fat, I can feel more muscle that I have ever really felt before. I am rocking the 40-pound sandbag get-up.
Yet, at the same time, I jogged up the stairs to a meeting yesterday and was a little huffy-and-puffy. My weight is the same. Beav-X-90 has become my only workout, which is actually less hours of working out than I worked out before Beav-X-90. And, I am not "seeing" results.
Alas, I know why. And you do too, gentle reader. It's that freaking pie. And cupcakes. And ice cream. And beer. Ugh.
All I have to do is just "dial in" my eating, like Ed says. Six small meals a day. Low in starches and refined sugar, high in protein, low in fat. Oh, and cut out some of the beer. But, eating "right" has always been my Achilles Heel of weight loss.
I don't give up in the gym. I will burpee my little heart out. I would work out six hours a day. If only I could trade six hour workouts for bottomless IPAs and pomme frites!
For one, I love food, all kinds of food, healthy food and unhealthy food.
For two, I love what food represents, sharing a meal with friends and family, celebration, a little naughty "treat." I love getting all hopped up on caffeine and relaxing with glass of wine.
For three, I hate the grocery store. I am so much better at eating well when I have the food on hand, but I hate, loathe, drag my feet kicking and screaming when it is time to grocery shop.
In the last 39 days, to varying degrees, all my other little Beav-X-90ers have given up something:
Ed: pop and over eating.
Jen: processed food and over eating.
Tracy: Peace Tree IPA
Mollie: well, I can't remember what she gave up, but I am sure it was awesome.
I said I would give up cupcakes and pastries from La Mie. For those of you who have been to Newton Campus for any special event, or have had breakfast with me at La Mie, you know how well that resolution has gone.
My excuse was that Beav-X-90 started in the midst of a lot of chaos in my life: returning from vacation, starting school, family stuff, etc. I hadn't been planning on doing a fitness challenge, let alone one that would rock my world (I am going to write a whole blog about the missing appendage that is my fitness buddy, Lexi) and put me to bed at 8:30pm. And, that is why I couldn't get my biscuit on top of the eating right half of things.
Well, it's time for those excuses to come to an end. On Monday, the day I hope my Mayoral Race will begin, we have 13 weeks until the end of the year, or 89 days until I have to face my 2011 Yearly Reckoning, and I want to have something to show for it. I'd like to look at this year as not another entry in the chronicle of failure that is my pursuit of weight loss.
I would like to see that elusive "1" at the front of my weight. I would like to have ridden 2000 miles in 2011. I would like to see that glowing, healthy-eating skin on New Years Eve, and I would like to be totally ripped heading into 2012.
Ever since I posted the rules for the Mayoral Race, I've been checking the blog, gmail, and Google+ like crazy to see if the Mayor has responded. So far, nothing. I would love to devastate him in this challenge, but if he is not up for it, I hope that I can challenge myself.
I know I have made similar proclamations before. Maybe the path to fitness is like quitting smoking. The average smoker tries to quit a bunch of times before being successful. I'll keep hammering away, as Ed says, for the next 45-50 days, and then the 41 days after that.
Hoping there will be many more devastating workouts like Wednesdays Burpee + Kettlebell Pain-strava-ganza that push my limits plus much, much more. That's where I want to be, constantly pushing those limits.
The only thing that is stopping me is me.
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