Did Insanity’s fit test today.
I guess I got tired of myself just… being myself.
It was really hard and I felt like dying. I got really dizzy afterwards and felt a little ashamed that I let myself get down to this point. Then I remembered that Insanity’s fit test is hard, and that Insanity is also harder than just straight up running.
Lack of activity destroys the good condition of every human being, while movement and methodical physical exercise save it and preserve it.
Or something like that.
I saw how my body looked, realized how badly I had been eating. It’s hurting my workouts, and it’s hurting my progress. The funny thing is, I didn’t even like what I was eating, but I mindlessly ate it. And then right after, feel really crappy. I would get diarrhea or feel tired and groggy or feel bloated.
No more. I’m going back on track. I want to feel awesome.
As a result of weight lifting, my arms are becoming more defined, and I like it. I think it looks great. My thighs are starting to look more muscular. I’ve always been the type to tone up really fast. I get this from my dad’s side of the family, and I would say that it’s both a blessing and a curse. I will never be stick skinny like the Korean models or singers, but if I were to be the same body fat percentage, I would look curvy and athletic.
As is, I have too much fat covering my muscles already. I want to get rid of it.
I’m going to go back to my workouts and my get back my healthier eating habits. I’m going to give it 110%. I’m going to do it, and I’m going to make it.
Ever since I started working out, I get hungry a lot more often.
I guess I have to eat my words and start doing the 6 meals thing, because I can’t do the 3 meals a day anymore. It seems like it’s not keeping me full any more.
Listen to your body, and make sure you aren’t interpreting signals wrong!
So I skipped a day of the workout and now I’m a day behind, but it’s still all good. At the end of today, everything seriously feels like jelly.
I went to the gym today to run, because I was too lazy to put on sunblock to run outside. In a way, it’s a good and a bad thing. I normally don’t like to go to the gym because of how expensive gas has become, but since I don’t have to drive up to SF until the fall comes around, I thought that I could afford going to to the school gym.
I like treadmill running, but I prefer running outside more. Treadmill running is great for working on pace. I actually can run for the entire half hour plus on the treadmill, but outside? I walk. I really need to work on pacing.
Anyways, that’s the good part about going to the gym.
Now, I know this is terrible, but I’m still self conscious, and when I was running, a fitter, thinner woman decided to run next to me, and she was running at 6.5 miles, and since I felt like a cow, I decided to push myself. Not only did I end up running much faster than I thought I was going to, but I was doing it at an incline (which she wasn’t). While it did suck that I felt a little bit ashamed of myself, in the end it cheered me up that there was some good that came out of it. Because of her, I pushed myself, and I got more out of my workout than I would have if she wasn’t there. I also surprised myself at how much stronger and faster I got. Two months ago, I wouldn’t have been able to go at the pace I have. I wouldn’t have been able to run for half an hour straight. I wouldn’t have been able to even run at 6.7 miles for two minutes. I felt like jelly right after, but I’m really happy that I got a good workout.
In the end, I’m really proud of myself, and I think I should go to the gym more often to work on my pacing.