Now at the end of November, I am on a 7 day detox post-Thanksgiving. I'm taking The Cleaner and boy is it uncomfortable. Pretty difficult to do it during the week since you have to go so much throughout the day....especially after eating.
From time to time I do a "what I love about me" challenge where I acknowledge what I love about me. It'a a self care exercise that is proven to be effective in staying grateful and grounded. Well one of the things I love about me is MY RESILIENCE. After setbacks and disappointments, I always find the courage to start again.
Back in August I renewed and stepped up my health efforts as I resumed my morning walks. In September, I started including weights in my workouts. In October, I hired a personal trainer. I've had trainers before but this time I hired a trainer that comes to me which makes it much easier to not miss my training sessions. We train twice a week and she kicks my butt. Additionally, I try to do 2-3 extra workouts on my own each week.
This week I also hired another trainer. He trains my BFF back east and will train me online twice a week. Starting next week, I will train with my local trainer twice a week and with my new online trainer twice a week. The training package with my new trainer includes 12 workouts, 4 web conferences and a meal plan. Oooh wait...now that I think of it, I need to tell him what I absolutely do not eat, cabbage, spinach and quinoa. Yuck.
Soooo now, I have to focus on progress. My motto during this is progress, not perfection. This helps keeps me focused when I'm frustrated that I'm not seeing results as quick as I want to. Nothing is more irritating when someone says, "oh you have a trainer. Are you seeing any progress?" It's like people do not realize how much of an insult that is. Because what the person you ask that questions hears is, "Really? You work out? I can't tell" 😐😑😔😞.
PROGRESS!!! I'm getting stronger. I can hold my planks for longer than 10 seconds. I'm at 20-30 seconds now. When I use the machines in the gym, I can go higher than the 70 I started at back in September. I do far fewer happy hours which means less calories from bad bar foods. And most importantly, my pants are looser. Yay! Progress!
