I completed the second week of my 12 week Body-For-Life challenge.
I didn’t feel the same jubilant sense of accomplishment I felt after finishing my first week. I was proud that I managed to hop right back into routine on Monday morning after my first “free day” last Sunday, but beyond that… meh.
I didn’t miss a workout. I didn’t waver from my nutritional plan. I did everything exactly like I was supposed to do for the second straight week. But I can tell that my excitement is quickly fading. I’m not sure why, because I’m only 1/6th of the way to completing my goal. It’s way too soon for me to be getting bored.
And yet… *shrug*… meh.
When I got home from the gym this morning, I couldn’t feel my arms. Jared asked if I felt like a 10 year old could beat me up, because apparently that is the mark of having done a good job at the gym. “I’m pretty sure a cat could beat me up right now,” I said. “I’d just lay there and wag my fingers while whining ‘get offfffff me’.“ Jared grinned and bounced in his chair a little, excited about how well I’d done.
“That’s great!” he beamed.
“Yeah,” I conceded. Meh.
I’m not considering quitting, but I’m also a little discouraged that I’m not leaping out of bed at 5am to get to the gym or riding the pride high of accomplishment during the day. I want to feel like I’m pushing myself and enjoying hitting the milestones along the way. I want to get back some of that excitement I felt during the first week, when each day that passed represented another sign of success.
Maybe it’s the lack of tangible results at this early stage. Last week I didn’t care about numbers on a scale or inches on a tape measure because just the fact that I was doing it provided a payoff. But now? Yeah, yeah, I’m doing it. Been there, done that, still doing it. Whatever.
I think my toddler-like attention span is most likely to blame. I need something new to work towards, which is ridiculous, I know, because I’m still technically working towards the same 12 week long term goal. But 12 weeks is like for-ev-er and it doesn’t excite me on a day to day basis. I need another mini-goal to get pumped up about, and one that’s more Ooh! Shiny! than Rinse, Repeat.
Unfortunately, I’m kind of drawing a blank there. A friend of mine told me about a reward system she had set up for herself based on special purchases every 10 pounds, but I’ve only got 20 pounds total that I want to lose – and according to the god forsaken scale, I lost 3.5 pounds between days 1 and 11, and gained 4 pounds between days 12 and 14. (Which – seriously? SERIOUSLY? Fuck you bathroom harbinger of doom. Fuuuuuck yooooouuu.)
People have talked about taking measurements, which I did, but I have absolutely no sense of what measurements are good or bad, or how quickly I should be expected to move from one to the other.
The only thing I feel like I can control, and therefore monitor and reward myself for, is successfully getting through the days and weeks.
Rinse. Repeat. Meh.