For the past couple of months I've been dabbling with exercise. I haven't given up my workouts, but I haven't been following a specific plan. I've been playing some tennis, doing a little kickboxing and managing a home workout a few times a week. The result? A four pound weight gain and the clear first signs of a resurgent muffin top. Clearly, action is in order.
Maybe it's the fact that it's January, it's wet, chilly and dark, but I've been in no mood for cardio. I know I have to do SOME jumping around, but what I really want to do is lift weights. So today I popped in an old favorite of mine - Chalean Extreme - and I knew I'd found a program to stick with over the next few months.
Yes, the workout gear they wear is a little dated (shiny silver belts anyone?). But the program is a classic - slow lifting combined with just enough cardio to keep the body lean and happy. I'm in.
Today was Day 1, Week 1. Tomorrow is Day 2, and I'll be up early to push play. It's nice to feel like I'm back in a workout groove.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Friday, January 2, 2015
Yoga, how I've missed you...
After my recent plunger-related "injury", I took a few days off from working out. Plus, overnight long-haul flights over the Atlantic don't provide much opportunity for exercise. But today, I fought off jet lag, got myself out of bed and popped in my P90X3 Yoga.
I haven't been doing much yoga lately, and my body was letting me know it. I was stiff, and my back was still tight. Legs were on fire. Standing splits were a joke. My hamstrings were tight and fought me every step of the way. But gradually, things started to loosen up, muscles got warm, and by the end of the 30 minutes I was almost feeling refreshed.
I think I have some sort of exercise-induced amnesia. I usually feel great after my workout, so you'd think that I'd be brimming with enthusiasm every day, eagerly anticipating the sweat dripping down my face. But no - it's like I have to convince myself every single day that workouts are a good thing. Luckily I've made these workouts a habit, so I don't (usually) skip out. But you'd think I would have the motivation bit down cold by now?
I haven't been doing much yoga lately, and my body was letting me know it. I was stiff, and my back was still tight. Legs were on fire. Standing splits were a joke. My hamstrings were tight and fought me every step of the way. But gradually, things started to loosen up, muscles got warm, and by the end of the 30 minutes I was almost feeling refreshed.
I think I have some sort of exercise-induced amnesia. I usually feel great after my workout, so you'd think that I'd be brimming with enthusiasm every day, eagerly anticipating the sweat dripping down my face. But no - it's like I have to convince myself every single day that workouts are a good thing. Luckily I've made these workouts a habit, so I don't (usually) skip out. But you'd think I would have the motivation bit down cold by now?
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