TRX. It's no joke. And doing it two days in a row? I think I might be stupid. Or stupid awesome. I'm not sure which. I'll explain.
I've had one personal training session with AR. That was on Monday. And I only had to stop because I thought I was going to pass out once. The entire session was a TRX session. What is TRX? TRX is a suspension training system created by a Navy Seal. The whole idea is that you use your own body weight. After that one TRX workout, I am addicted. Here's a basic intro. Our local Y has TRX set up right next to the pool, and the room is heated to a warm 85-ish degrees. This adds intensity (and flexibility). And I LOVE it.
Because of the weather, my session was rescheduled from Wednesday to Friday. Then AR got called in to sub a class, so the program director stepped in and invited my sister to join. TRX again. Holy ouch. And because I'm competitive, it was a fun (and oh so tough) session. KD (my sister), and I decided to start a little competition of our own once she goes back to school. Bring it.
This morning? You guess it. TRX again. A class this time. There were about 8 or 9 of us. All different ages, all different fitness levels. I'm looking forward to next week and seeing what AR has planned. Getting strong is fun. If it's not, it's not worth it.
On the more personal side of things, I've been really frustrated with myself this week. I've always had body image issues. Always. Because I'm not naturally a thin person. I think I can safely say that almost my entire family has body image issues. (Maybe it's just a human thing?) Anyway, I've been working really hard, so I keep weighing myself. And nothing. You want a number? I weigh 150 lbs. I was 135 before Toddler Boy was born. And right now, I feel stuck. And everyone I know that has had a baby around when I did said they are back to their pre-baby weight. And that frustrates me, because I'm not. And then I realized: I've gotta give myself a break.
I'm a working mom, and though I work from home three days a week, I'm working. That means I can't just up and go to the gym whenever I feel like it. Two days a week, I commute 1:15 to work each way. When I get home, I'm tired; Toddler Boy is hungry, tired, and cranky; I have to cook dinner; I haven't seen him all day, so I want to spend a few minutes playing with him; then it's bedtime; then I clean up from dinner; and if there's time, I allow myself a few minutes to sit until J comes home from work. When I have time for myself, the last thing I want to do is move. So it's taken some extra effort to refocus and figure out a way to get back to where I need to be. And because I can't stop weighing myself, I'm taking the scale out of the bathroom. Maybe I'll remove the batteries. All I know is that the obsession isn't helping. And for the first time in a while, I feel good. Who cares what the scale says. I've gotta start somewhere. Maybe it's best not to know the number.
I met the zumba instructor in the locker room this morning. I gave my word that I'll be there next saturday. I'm going to try something brand new. And look absolutely ridiculous, I'm sure. But perhaps that's all part of the fun. It's good to be a beginner.
I've had one personal training session with AR. That was on Monday. And I only had to stop because I thought I was going to pass out once. The entire session was a TRX session. What is TRX? TRX is a suspension training system created by a Navy Seal. The whole idea is that you use your own body weight. After that one TRX workout, I am addicted. Here's a basic intro. Our local Y has TRX set up right next to the pool, and the room is heated to a warm 85-ish degrees. This adds intensity (and flexibility). And I LOVE it.
Because of the weather, my session was rescheduled from Wednesday to Friday. Then AR got called in to sub a class, so the program director stepped in and invited my sister to join. TRX again. Holy ouch. And because I'm competitive, it was a fun (and oh so tough) session. KD (my sister), and I decided to start a little competition of our own once she goes back to school. Bring it.
This morning? You guess it. TRX again. A class this time. There were about 8 or 9 of us. All different ages, all different fitness levels. I'm looking forward to next week and seeing what AR has planned. Getting strong is fun. If it's not, it's not worth it.
On the more personal side of things, I've been really frustrated with myself this week. I've always had body image issues. Always. Because I'm not naturally a thin person. I think I can safely say that almost my entire family has body image issues. (Maybe it's just a human thing?) Anyway, I've been working really hard, so I keep weighing myself. And nothing. You want a number? I weigh 150 lbs. I was 135 before Toddler Boy was born. And right now, I feel stuck. And everyone I know that has had a baby around when I did said they are back to their pre-baby weight. And that frustrates me, because I'm not. And then I realized: I've gotta give myself a break.
I'm a working mom, and though I work from home three days a week, I'm working. That means I can't just up and go to the gym whenever I feel like it. Two days a week, I commute 1:15 to work each way. When I get home, I'm tired; Toddler Boy is hungry, tired, and cranky; I have to cook dinner; I haven't seen him all day, so I want to spend a few minutes playing with him; then it's bedtime; then I clean up from dinner; and if there's time, I allow myself a few minutes to sit until J comes home from work. When I have time for myself, the last thing I want to do is move. So it's taken some extra effort to refocus and figure out a way to get back to where I need to be. And because I can't stop weighing myself, I'm taking the scale out of the bathroom. Maybe I'll remove the batteries. All I know is that the obsession isn't helping. And for the first time in a while, I feel good. Who cares what the scale says. I've gotta start somewhere. Maybe it's best not to know the number.
I met the zumba instructor in the locker room this morning. I gave my word that I'll be there next saturday. I'm going to try something brand new. And look absolutely ridiculous, I'm sure. But perhaps that's all part of the fun. It's good to be a beginner.
I love TRX, too! And love how it can kick my bass. I admit that the hooking-my-feet-in stuff isn't my favorite because I just feel so wiggly, but it's still fun. So good for core!
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