Yes, I realize it’s not Monday anymore… but since Monday was filled with the time suck of a 6-year-old who decided to gouge a screw into her foot, this post didn’t get finished. :) So here’s yesterday’s Mamavation Monday update:
Last week, I started a 7-week personal challenge in hopes of getting myself back to my “five-kids-ago” body by the 13th anniversary of the day we found out we were expecting our first born. So far, I’m honestly not doing so hot. I’m trying to take my own advice and not get down about it — not get discouraged — and just pick up today and turn things around. The mind is a powerful thing, though. You have to get it on the same page as your will and that’s not always easy. I WANT to rock this challenge. I WANT to kill these 7 weeks and look hot this summer. So what’s the hold up? I’ve eaten out twice in the last 7 days. I had brownies on family night. I ate cinnamon rolls for breakfast today. I’ve been on the treadmill … once. And all that water I was drinking? Sweet tea really isn’t a good substitute. Does that sound promising to you? Yeah, me either :(
The most frustrating thing about challenging myself to be healthier, more active, and less… well, fat… is that Fibromyalgia stops me dead in my tracks a lot of the time. My legs, hips, and back have been killing me lately with all the changing weather here in Georgia. My headaches are back to almost daily. I’m working against myself by not getting as much rest as I need to and Chronic Fatigue has sucked my energy dry. I hate typing this because I feel like I’m whining again… or like I’m making excuses. I want to get back on track and I know that the closer I get to a HEALTHY “me” the better I will feel. Even so, it is more difficult this year than it was last year for some reason.
Last year, nothing could stop me. This year, it seems as though almost anything can. When I get motivated, I am REALLY motivated. When it wanes, it’s gone… and no matter what I do, it seems I just can’t get it back for a while. Chronic fatigue means that I wake up even after a full night’s sleep and I’m exhausted before I even get out of bed. I want to just cry at the thought of having to get up, but I have no choice. I drag myself around the house to do what needs to be done and I try to talk myself into getting on the treadmill — and often, I do. I go for a mile or so and do a few minutes on the ab machine, which is better than nothing I suppose but I know I’m not pushing myself the way I was last Spring when I was walking 3 miles a day and had a workout buddy… and I know I won’t be getting the same results I got then either.
I got a Hula hoop the other day and Zoe’s already broken it (and renamed it Hoopa Loop) so I will have to pick up another one. Hula hooping is something I’m actually (surprisingly) good at and it’s fun. More importantly, though, it works my core and doesn’t feel like I’m working out — but I am. We also got the kids a 15′ x 4′ pool this weekend and by Wednesday/Thursday it should be hot enough for me to start swimming. I can’t do it unless it’s about 80 degrees out and the water is warm. Cold does horrible things to my body. :-/ The great thing about that is that swimming is one of (if not THE) best exercises for Fibromyalgia patients and I LOVE to swim so perhaps this will be my saving grace. Pray for me over the next 7 days. I feel like if I could really get myself GOING then I would be good to go. It’s the whole “getting myself going” thing that is screwy.
Pool: $300. Floaties, bathing suits, and random summer stuff: $135.
Getting a good no-impact workout while getting a good tan? PRICELESS!
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