Scrawny Fat Girl Gets Fit, Part 3
| November 3, 2010 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, Uncategorized |
This whole fitness thing isn’t going so swell. You won’t BELIEVE the junk I ate last night. And I did it so nonchalantly, like I’m the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory character that never was. I had chocolate milk, a small slice of pecan pie, a mango ice cream bar (with fruity filling!) and THEN, the real kicker — I had a box of chocolate covered almond Glossettes at the movies. OMG!
This isn’t smart, none of it is. In my defense, I’ve spent the last week or two eating mostly at home and my meals have all consisted of things containing minimal oil and carbs. Except for those Chinese restaurant leftovers that didn’t seem to end. And then, my birthday…and cake…and wine..OK I lied. I just thought, when I started this fitness program, that I would pay attention to everything I eat and do, workout-wise. Otherwise, I’m not going to see results — right? I also am still smoking, having bought a pack for Halloween. SIGH. I need to be strict with myself!!! So I’ve decided to raise the stakes.
Punishment & Rewards
This is something Booty Camp Fitness discusses in their handbook and on their site. As incentive, Booty Camp offers a prize to people in their programs, where you win a badass trip to New York along with a shopping spree and tickets to a show. In order to win, you have to make the most recognizable progress of everyone taking the 8-week session. I am not in that competition, obviously.
Of course, they don’t have anything that says “TSK TSK, you’re a bad girl for eating all that junk food.” They don’t stop us from indulging. But they do say that you should set a goal with a prize at the finish line, even if you designate the prize yourself. Technically, if you haven’t met your target, you don’t give yourself a pat on the back and you don’t get your prize. Sounds fair, right?
I broke the rules: I told myself weeks ago that I wanted a pair of really cute high-waisted Cheap Monday jeans. About a week ago, I bought them for myself. Why, when I haven’t met any of my fitness goals? My body certainly isn’t the hottest shit in town. But I was convinced that I deserved them, reminding myself that I’ve reached a lot of career and personal goals I’ve set myself, completely shunning all thoughts on toning up. So I bought the jeans in a happy daze. Truthfully, I don’t regret them;) But I need to set new rules around punishments and rewards. Any ideas? I’m thinking that, if I tone up and make my body parts look the way I’ve always dreamed, I should go to New York at the end of November for my friend’s birthday. That leaves me till November 21st to get my body into shape. That’s it. That’s my target, and I have more fitness programs lined up to make this happen. Booty Camp has been useful so far, but I know there’s more work to be done.
Booty Camp Fitness
My last two sessions at Booty Camp have not been like the first few I discussed. For one thing, I’ve been really awful with not attending. I’ve missed two sessions out of the 8! Naughty, naughty. If I didn’t feel so guilty about it, I’d miss tonight’s as well;) I’ve always got some deadline that I put before my fitness regime, and this is my first error with looking after my body. Consistency is imperative to getting fit, I believe. But I’m just no good with schedules! Which explains why I freelance….though that’s a whole other story!
Last week, we had a makeup class where everything was accelerated due to time constraints. It was definitely hardcore, where we had to do a whole circuit of body work: leg lifts, squats, plank lifts and a few other things. Even though we were doing each of these for a minute at a time, I found it difficult and let myself take it a bit easy. Perhaps that’s why I didn’t feel my body aching in the following days. Could you believe that I started to *miss* the struggles I was having with walking? I think my error was in taking it easy — at all times, it’s important that one push themselves to the limit in this program. That’s the only way you’re going to see results.
When I went to class a couple of days ago, I pushed myself more. We did partner exercises and I partnered up with the instructor, Leigh. You could tell that she really knows what she’s doing and stays on top of her fitness training. Read: She has an amazing body and her level of resistance is phenomenal. I asked her a bit about herself and it turns out she is also a private trainer on the side. If I had the determination, I would want my body to look like hers — curves in all the right places! In this class, we focused more on resistance — each element of the circuit involved our partner putting pressure on us. For instance, on the floor she would stand behind me and put weight on my leg as I lifted it. Trust me, this HURT! While running around in circles, my partner would hold me back as I pushed her to let me finish my lap. This definitely dampened me up.
At tonight’s class (which is sadly my LAST!), I’m gonna make the most of it — I want my body to KILL this time. I actually was growing fond of the pain! Yeah, weird, I know — but it’s almost this stamp of approval, a sign that I’m doing something right. Will let you know how it goes!
