Been an interesting week.
Skipped out on Thursday after hurting myself a bit on Wednesday, wasn't a tough decision given how much things were an effort. Had a cheat meal Thursday night, wasn't a problem either. Ended up going out Friday night, was unplanned, didn't drink much (had vodka and diet coke only) so nothing heavy.
Been guilt tripping myself ever since.
Even though I hit 5k for the first time on Saturday and it was amazing, all I've focussed on this week was that I essentially had two cheat nights, and one less gym night. Until I hit the gym tonight I was feeling terrible, unfit, huge. I'd mentally backed myself into such a fat frame of mind I was convinced I'd gained masses of weight from one small takeaway.
Hit the gym tonight, was with my trainer again. He told me not to worry at all about having a night off, if I felt I needed it then there's no problem at all. I'd texted him about my 5k on Saturday and between Saturday and tonight he's convinced I'll still be seeing a loss tomorrow.
Just to be sure we did another heavy cardio session tonight, and I'm feeling it now! Was awesome though. Did another 5k and hit 34:02, a staggering 58 seconds improved on my Saturday time. Did a 2k row to go with it, then rounded it out with a 4k interval session on the bike.
I'm seeing him again Saturday and I'll be doing another food diary between now and then to review my eating, try and make sure I don't plateau with the losses/gains.
I need to just be patient, and not panic at minor setbacks. I've achieved more than I ever considered possible for someone of the size and activity I used to be. Just need to keep going, and keep pushing. I'm enjoying it every minute of the way, just gotta keep moving.
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