Who said reading fic got you nowhere?
Okay, you're all gonna laugh at me, but JESUS am I sore today. This is probably the most ridiculous and pathetic thing in the whole wide world ever, but yesterday I read this girl!Arthur/girl!Eames fic (I was just there for the porn! It's a great fic, btw, go read!) and in this fic, girl!Arthur does yoga and somehow, I was so overcome by the need to do yoga, that I did.
Now, earlier this year I had a pretty mean workout routine going with doing at least 30 - 45 minutes of cardio, yoga, pilates, etc. every single day. I was getting in pretty decent shape but then my job happened, 16 hour days happened and I stopped because every single second of sleep was precious. (I tend to work out in the morning and just be done with it.)
It went all downhill from there. On top of it came that I'm a horrible eater when I'm stressed. And boy was I stressed. I then end up eating way too much and not the healthy stuff either. I put on quite a bit of weight ever since the summer and there are fat rolls that simply weren't there two months ago. I was extremely unhappy and I've wanted to get back into a workout routine for weeks.
I enjoy working out per sé. I like breaking a sweat, I like the feeling of having accomplished something after you're done. My issue is though that doing that one first workout is always so hard for me. I'm the master of "Well, I'll start tomorrow. No wait, tomorrow. Really tomorrow" and I just never do. I don't even know what it was about this particular fic (it only mentioned cobra, downward dog and something else, nothing more), but I barely could finish reading it because I wanted to work out so badly.
I did 45 minutes of yoga and already as I was doing it, I know I would be hurting all over today. I couldn't hold the poses as long as I previously could, I couldn't stretch as much, couldn't bend as much, couldn't crunch and flex and be awesome. I know that I need to re-built some of my fitness and that it'll come to me, but man, it was so frustrating. A few of the poses also made me aware of rolls of fat that hadn't been there previously and were in the way now. I was so grossed out at myself and my laziness. I know that everybody is different, but for me being in this shape is because I was simply too lazy and not disciplined enough to watch what I eat and work out regularly. I KNOW I need to do those things and that I'm not one of those naturally skinny girls or even a girl that loses weight easily. I KNOW that losing weight is always really, really hard for me. Yet, I let myself go and I hated myself for it yesterday.
But after I was done, I felt good, so proud of myself. This morning I got up early and did 30 minutes of cardio, but I know that the real challenge will be doing another workout tomorrow. When got up this morning, the muscle soreness hadn't settled in properly yet, but did so throughout the day. I'm really, really sore right now and I know I'll have to force myself to work out tomorrow.
When I stepped on the scale this morning, it gave me exactly the same weight it did, when I stopped working out three months ago. Either my scale is broken or this is a giant coincidence and the muscles I had previously built now turned into fat. Because clearly, I can see the additional volume of my body. And it needs to go.
I'm confident I can do it.
Now, earlier this year I had a pretty mean workout routine going with doing at least 30 - 45 minutes of cardio, yoga, pilates, etc. every single day. I was getting in pretty decent shape but then my job happened, 16 hour days happened and I stopped because every single second of sleep was precious. (I tend to work out in the morning and just be done with it.)
It went all downhill from there. On top of it came that I'm a horrible eater when I'm stressed. And boy was I stressed. I then end up eating way too much and not the healthy stuff either. I put on quite a bit of weight ever since the summer and there are fat rolls that simply weren't there two months ago. I was extremely unhappy and I've wanted to get back into a workout routine for weeks.
I enjoy working out per sé. I like breaking a sweat, I like the feeling of having accomplished something after you're done. My issue is though that doing that one first workout is always so hard for me. I'm the master of "Well, I'll start tomorrow. No wait, tomorrow. Really tomorrow" and I just never do. I don't even know what it was about this particular fic (it only mentioned cobra, downward dog and something else, nothing more), but I barely could finish reading it because I wanted to work out so badly.
I did 45 minutes of yoga and already as I was doing it, I know I would be hurting all over today. I couldn't hold the poses as long as I previously could, I couldn't stretch as much, couldn't bend as much, couldn't crunch and flex and be awesome. I know that I need to re-built some of my fitness and that it'll come to me, but man, it was so frustrating. A few of the poses also made me aware of rolls of fat that hadn't been there previously and were in the way now. I was so grossed out at myself and my laziness. I know that everybody is different, but for me being in this shape is because I was simply too lazy and not disciplined enough to watch what I eat and work out regularly. I KNOW I need to do those things and that I'm not one of those naturally skinny girls or even a girl that loses weight easily. I KNOW that losing weight is always really, really hard for me. Yet, I let myself go and I hated myself for it yesterday.
But after I was done, I felt good, so proud of myself. This morning I got up early and did 30 minutes of cardio, but I know that the real challenge will be doing another workout tomorrow. When got up this morning, the muscle soreness hadn't settled in properly yet, but did so throughout the day. I'm really, really sore right now and I know I'll have to force myself to work out tomorrow.
When I stepped on the scale this morning, it gave me exactly the same weight it did, when I stopped working out three months ago. Either my scale is broken or this is a giant coincidence and the muscles I had previously built now turned into fat. Because clearly, I can see the additional volume of my body. And it needs to go.
I'm confident I can do it.