In the three months that I committed to, I only missed two days of my 6-day-a-week program, a feat of which I am inordinately proud. I’m pleased with the results… I mean, you saw the photo, right?!
WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE JOINED ME AND THE WORKOUT CREW!!! I sent them all a copy…
Since you didn’t join me, you get a cropped version (see there, at the right… yes there) ======>>>
Squint and then tell me you see the bulging bicep, if you want to be sweet to me, just refer to my ‘guns’…
Lunch yesterday with some friends who I hadn’t seen for a couple of months had one of them exclaiming (several times, and completely unprompted) about how fabulous I look. In truth, while I can *feel* improvement (muscle where before there was softness), I don’t really *see* much of an externally visible change, so that was a wonderful affirmation of the results.
Overall, in three months:
- I have lost about 5 pounds (about 2 kilos) off an already slim frame
- I have lost a few centimetres off various body areas, an average of 5% (via Jefit)
- My cardio fitness has improved. I have no way of measuring by how much exactly, but I am faster, stronger, better
- My strength has increased by about 20% over the period (via Jefit)
- I can *feel* muscles where there were none before (indulge me, I am totally referring to ‘my guns’!)
- Bits that were soft and jiggly are less soft and less jiggly
- Bits that were *gasp* dimpled are less dimpled
The minimal changes in the measurable stats explain why I didn’t think there was any visible difference: There is no evidence for any (and even my ‘skinny jeans’ seem to fit much the same). I *did* expect more noticeable results, but that’s me just having too-high expectations of my body.
My expectation was that my weight would remain pretty stable (which it did), but for the measurements to change quite a bit as I built muscle (they didn’t). I am grateful for the impressed exclamations yesterday that validated that there *was* noticeable change that doesn’t seem to be born out by the stats and that I struggle to see myself.
So what now?
I’m not ready to stop because I’m not yet where I want to be, but I can *see* the goal from here, so it feels achievable. The fact that I’m not *dying* to stop makes me feel all strong and raawwwrr-ish. I still don’t enjoy going to the gym (and probably never will), but I do like the sense of accomplishment and feeling of mental tenacity I get from persevering.
I can do another three months. Surely. Anyone else care to join?
** Aside **
My twitter followers know already that I was told by the gym owner that I make ‘I’ll have what she’s having’ noises when I hit my high point in cardio. Yesterday I recorded it.
Now unfortunately, JUST when I hit the high point, a trainer brought someone to the bike beside me, and started to give them instructions. So not only was he speaking loudly, I was then *very* aware that they were right there which made me politely refrain from noise-making in my usual exuberant manner. Still, it made me laugh, so here it is.
(the first 60 seconds is me at maximum intensity for the session (the ‘high point’), the last 30 seconds is cool down)
I did a second attempt at this without the interruption *smile*.