I recently posted about an experience I had on my twitter account. I think most people saw it. It evoked messages of condolence from far and wide. Someone even sent me a sweet message on the Sarahah app. Funny app that one! The morning of Friday the 18th of August was an amazing one for me. And to treat myself to a great week of being sensible with my water, food and alcohol (actually the lack of it!) I went H.A.M in the gym. This isn’t ironic at all. You treat yourself to an even harder workout. How far you go is the reward!
I did one of those things where you sprint on the treadmill for 1 minute and rest for another. 30 minutes. So, warm up for five minutes. Then sprint at speed 10, then 11, then 12, 13, 14, then 14 again. Then I start to go back down, 13, 12, 11, 10. Then cool down for five minutes. By now, I’m dripping in sweat! Felt good. Great!
Next I scoured the gym for a machine that was “calling” me. I really need to change that about myself. I make emotional decisions in the gym. I feel like doing this….I don’t feel like doing that. I generally hate the machines. Over time I’ve abandoned them and the consequence is losing weight but also having hanging skin because of doing a lot of cardio and no weights to build muscle. Anyway, I’m an adrenaline junkie!
Obviously I didn’t use any machine seriously that morning. The only thing I’ve really been consistent with over time, is cardio and either jump squats or jumping lunges. I’ve been obsessed with these because for years I had the proverbial jungus ass. (That’s not a proverb). I always used to get dissed for it. I can proudly say my bum has acquired a lift and is sufficiently round by my standards and by the standards of the one who is allowed to grab it.
So I proceeded to 3 sets of 15 reps each of jumping lunges. The burn! OMG. I did a chest press with a really light weight because of my shoulder injury. And in between I did high knee sprints on the spot for 10 seconds. Working on doing it for 20 seconds! And that’s been what I do basically. Lots and lots of variation of cardio.
I’ve only now started to do weights regularly. Sometimes, reluctantly. But I’ve learnt the hard way that cardio might leave you feeling on top of the world but might not leave you looking like a million bucks, and that’s a fact. I’ve always done cardio to compensate for my lack of discipline when it comes to food and wine. But weights gain you muscle. And muscle allows you to burn calories even when you’re not doing anything. You look toned, not scrawny.
So that morning, after my workout. I was butt naked in the changing room. I felt good. I felt great. I was checking myself out in the mirror with just my panty on. As I turned to see my profile, I sucked in my tummy so that whatever ab I had could be seen. A lady walked in and caught me unawares. I stopped checking myself out and continued getting ready to jump in the shower. I also quickly forgot that I was meant to be sucking in. She said “You look great girl!” “How many kids have you had?” And I believe the lady was being genuine. She didn’t come off as a bitch or anything. And I think it was an indirect message from the fitness gods. To lay off the wine. Eat more healthy protein. And lift.
Lots of love.