So, this post is a teensie bit late. Yesterday was the 25th day of my Picture A Day Weight Loss Journey, but something unpredictable and unpleasant happened that kept me from posting yesterday.
My husband and I started BeachBody’s Core de Force workout program a little less than a week ago, so yesterday was day 6. I’d had a rough couple of days and not gotten much sleep the past few days. I also deduced to tackle a mass meal prep project which had me in the kitchen (on my feet) for 5 hour, which I’d underestimated. My feet and back were killing me by the time my husband got home from work. Then he had some work he needed to do before we could work out.
I hadn’t been feeling 100%, but when he was finally ready to work out at 10:30pm, which is SO MUCH LATER than I usually work out – as any mother of small children will totally understand – I didn’t want to let him down or miss out on the opportunity to encourage him to stick with it. Plus, working out with my husband has become one of the highlights of my life because I love spending time with him more than I love just about anything else on earth.
But, as luck would have it, yesterday’s workout was a repeat of the longest one in this week’s set. 12 rounds of MMA inspired calisthenics. I was already modifying left and right, but around round 7 (of 12) I started to feel kind of weird. Light-headed, faint, and wobbly in the legs. I kinda started to tip over a bit, but since I was able to regain my stance, I figured I should just push through it and keep going.
Which I did.
Until round 10. At the end of the round I simply couldn’t get up. We had been doing push ups and I tried to stand but I just couldn’t. I crawled over to the nearby corner of the couch and just kind of curled up there – unable to do anything but cry.
The weirdest thing was that I wasn’t sad or disappointed, I was crying involuntarily and, as far as I could tell, in a way that was totally unrelated to emotions.
Now, I’m a cryer (I cry ALL the time, when I’m happy, when I’m sad, when I watch Disney movies, just all the time), so this kind of crying took my totally by surprise. And I couldn’t stop.
I didn’t have the energy to move, or stand up, speak, or even open my eyes. My poor little girl got super worried and began pampering me in the sweetest ways: asking me if I was ok, bringing me her favorite blanket, patting me on the shoulder, giving me her soft bunny – that girl is special. She has a heart as soft as cotton and I am so proud of her natural kindness. I praise God for who she is and thank Him for blessing my life by placing her in it!
Anyway, after my husband helped me up to the couch and fed me, I started to feel a little bit better. And after a couple of hours of resting, I was able to make it upstairs to bed.
My husband suggested that I may need to be increasing my calorie budget since we are not doing a high intensity workout, which was not the case when I first started my journey three weeks ago. I think he’s right! And my cousin Dez and friend Zaneta are helping me think through some other causes so that I can get past this and try my hardest NEVER to repeat it. It was one of the worst feelings of my life!
Here’s to learning a lot through the good AND the bad!
Until Next Time My Friends,
The Taylor of All Trades