It's the start of the sixth week in my 2nd twelve with Revelation Fitness. It's different this time around....
For starters the first twelve week was a challenge with these really aggressive goals hanging out there. I knew everyday how many calories I had eaten, how many calories I had burned, how many pounds I had lost and how many weeks, days, and workouts I had left to reach those goals.
With my goals met I signed up for another twelve weeks. No reach out goals this time. This twelve weeks it was about keeping up a lifestyle I'd spent twelve weeks building. There are also those great friends who I trained with who are still working hard toward their goals and I want to be there to help them reach them.
So it was a bit surprising this week when I looked up over lunch with two of the ladies and asked, "Just what week are we in anyway?" I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Something I had such acute awareness of the first twelve weeks had slipped off my radar.
The answer... I'm more than ok with it. It reinforces that while I certainly respond well to the structure of the original challenge I've also successfully made enough changes to my lifestyle, to the way I live each day, that I am no longer counting down the weeks, the days, the workouts but living them.
I'm not counting calories anymore and I don't wear my heart rate monitor for every workout.
What am I doing? I am eating breakfast. Every day. Oatmeal with dried fruit, cottage cheese, low-fat yogurt, a protein boosted smoothie, maybe a fried egg on whole grain breads on the weekend. I'm taking my lunch to work. Grilled venison and mango salsa, roasted chicken, thai steak and cucumber salad, and leftover salmon tacos are waiting in the refrigerator for my lunch box. I am working out twice a week with Keith, the best mornings of my week, and working out on my own at least another two days. Saturday morning on the trail with the girls, a spinning class at the gym or just a run around the neighborhood.
I don't track what I do anymore but I do make it a priority to do it.
This morning I ran a 5K for time. 36 minutes, a little under twelve minute miles. Not speedy I know but a nice even pace for me. And it inspired me enough to set a new goal. When I told Mariah I ran a twelve minute mile she set a goal to run a 5K in under 32 minutes shaving my time down to 10 minute miles. I found I really run something closer to a 15 minute mile these days and I never did run that 5K after bruising my knee. I'm stronger now. I just did 3 miles at 12 minute miles again. I'm going to run that 5K in under 32 minutes.
For starters the first twelve week was a challenge with these really aggressive goals hanging out there. I knew everyday how many calories I had eaten, how many calories I had burned, how many pounds I had lost and how many weeks, days, and workouts I had left to reach those goals.
With my goals met I signed up for another twelve weeks. No reach out goals this time. This twelve weeks it was about keeping up a lifestyle I'd spent twelve weeks building. There are also those great friends who I trained with who are still working hard toward their goals and I want to be there to help them reach them.
So it was a bit surprising this week when I looked up over lunch with two of the ladies and asked, "Just what week are we in anyway?" I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Something I had such acute awareness of the first twelve weeks had slipped off my radar.
The answer... I'm more than ok with it. It reinforces that while I certainly respond well to the structure of the original challenge I've also successfully made enough changes to my lifestyle, to the way I live each day, that I am no longer counting down the weeks, the days, the workouts but living them.
I'm not counting calories anymore and I don't wear my heart rate monitor for every workout.
What am I doing? I am eating breakfast. Every day. Oatmeal with dried fruit, cottage cheese, low-fat yogurt, a protein boosted smoothie, maybe a fried egg on whole grain breads on the weekend. I'm taking my lunch to work. Grilled venison and mango salsa, roasted chicken, thai steak and cucumber salad, and leftover salmon tacos are waiting in the refrigerator for my lunch box. I am working out twice a week with Keith, the best mornings of my week, and working out on my own at least another two days. Saturday morning on the trail with the girls, a spinning class at the gym or just a run around the neighborhood.
I don't track what I do anymore but I do make it a priority to do it.
This morning I ran a 5K for time. 36 minutes, a little under twelve minute miles. Not speedy I know but a nice even pace for me. And it inspired me enough to set a new goal. When I told Mariah I ran a twelve minute mile she set a goal to run a 5K in under 32 minutes shaving my time down to 10 minute miles. I found I really run something closer to a 15 minute mile these days and I never did run that 5K after bruising my knee. I'm stronger now. I just did 3 miles at 12 minute miles again. I'm going to run that 5K in under 32 minutes.