Thursday, June 14, 2018
Sunday I had my first ever Barre Class, which I'm considering Day 1. It went about as well as you could expect considering I haven't been treating my body too well. I didn't know what to expect, so I tried to eat something to have some energy and just went it alone... I left wobbling like a penguin in a lot of sore muscle pain and wondering half seriously how much I would need to pay someone to give me a piggy back ride up the stairs of my apartment building.
Yesterday was my second Barre class and the first time a friend joined me. I went in confident in my modifiers and knowing how the class would flow and what to expect... and not to brag but I kicked butt! I left glowing and with a huge smile on my face and drenched in sweat feeling great. I walked out with my head held high and hopefully not resembling any waddling animals. I can't wait to go back, I'm in love with this class. It's low impact and you can stop and take breaks when you need to and then jump right back in. My chest isn't bouncing all over the place, it's a good pace, and I feel like I can really push myself and have zero knee pain. The best part is that since I'm in a class with others, I feel motivated by their energy and to push myself.
Since Sunday I've been trying to make better food choices. That's where my biggest problem is. With working one job full time and another job part time, plus these classes and family obligations, my life is pretty full. I need to make it a priority to meal plan and prep so that I have healthy food to pack... and not only PACK, but actually WANT to eat it so that when lunch time comes I'm excited to eat my food rather than pushing it aside and going out to eat with a coworker instead.
It's funny though, I'm noticing that since I'm eating the "treat" foods less regularly I enjoy them a lot more when I do eat them and it's so much more satisfying. For example, pizza. I LOVE pizza from a couple of my local places. I stopped buying the frozen kinds that are just "ok" and I only eat it now when I go out to eat at one of the better places. I eat it a lot less now than I did before and now I love it even more because when I eat it now it really is a TREAT, and I eat it slowly to taste all the flavors and I thoroughly enjoy it. It's not just a meal I rush through because I'll be eating it again in a couple days. I take the time to enjoy it, and I really do enjoy it. It's funny to me how many times I've quickly binged on something that I was really looking forward to, and by the time I realized I had eaten it all it felt like I hadn't eaten anything because I didn't stop to ENJOY it. It was always like, "what was the point of even eating it if I barely registered I was eating it?"
I'm proud today because I'm actively paying attention to what I'm eating, making smarter decisions than I would have in the past AND because I booked a 5:30am Barre class for tomorrow (which is amazing because 1) I don't like to know what 5:30AM looks like, never mind be exercising at it and 2) I'm actually looking forward to it...)
Maybe I don't have it all figured out yet, but I'm liking the path I'm on right now.