As the Insanity 2-month full body assault ends this week, I have a few moments to reflect. Reflect on how much stronger I am, how much more endurance I have and how I still don’t fit in those damn jeans.
I figured it was going to impossible to stick with the program. I figured I would give up at some point and wonder, “What if?” I never imagined I would actually do the whole thing and not get the results I wanted. Improbable!
Oh sure, I got results. I can do more push ups than ever before, I can run without dying, I can jump up and down for 50 minutes straight and smile the whole way though. But who cares? I mean, when’s the last time anyone asked anyone to drop down and do 50 push-ups? (In an office, I mean. Not in the army).
I can feel my muscles, they’re rock hard. The problem is that they’re hidden under this stubborn layer of extra stuff (I refuse to utter the f-word, but that’s totally what it is) and I can’t get to them. I think it has something to do with all that Easter candy and that 5 lb. bag of Hot Tamales that Kevin brought into the home. Those things are like crack to me. And I’m talking about the Mike & Ike candy Hot Tamales, not actual tamales. I’m sure those are much more low cal.
So what now? I finish this thing on Sunday and then… start over? Will that even help? And let’s say I do manage to swap out my crack-laced Hot Tamales for carrots and celery sticks. How long does it take for the muscles to disinegrate or whatever they do? These are just questions I have no answer for. I think the short answer is that in the grand scheme of weight loss and body sculpting, what you eat is far more important than what you do. At least it is for me and my shoddy metabolism. So rather than celebrating and photo taking on the 6th of May, I’ll be sighing and repeating. It’s very, very frustrating.
But in other news, I’m one year closer to 30 as of Sunday! That’s really exciting. It probably sounds like I’m being facetious, but I’m not. My mom always said her 30s were her best years. So I’m looking forward to being older and wiser but still not wrinkly and gray. And you’ll never guess what I have planned for the weekend – eating! Lots and lots of eating! I think I may have found the root of my problem here.