I did it. I finished my first 90 day challenge! No skipping days. No doubling up. No "oh, I'll just do extra tomorrow" or "I walked a lot today, that counts as cardio" etc. I successfully completed 90 straight days of working out. That may not seem like a big deal to you, but it's a huge thing for me. I've tried and failed at this process dozens of times and for me to have acheived this goal is amazing.
I have to be honest (because I promised I would), I am not impressed with my weight and measurements. I lost 4 pounds in 90 days. That's it? At this rate, it's gonna take me 540 days to reach my goal. I don't accept that. I lost a total of 5.75 inches. Not awesome. Especially since I want to lose about 4 just in my waist. These things alone made me question whether these last 90 days were even worth it. Then I took my fit test.
Look at all those pretty numbers!! Unfortunately, my thighs started to give out during the lunges, so those aren't where I want them to be, but check that shit out! I kicked my own ass. I doubled some of my Day 1 scores. DOUBLED!! I'm so freaking proud of that. I started out doing modified burpees, and planks. Today's scores were 100%, no modifications.
It's Christmas. Merry Chirstmas, y'all. Yesterday was our day to spend time with extended family. We spent several hours with my family and Hubby's family, eating way too much and opening presents. It was great; it always is. Yesterday was also my rest day for the week, so I got to chill all day and not worry about fitting in time to workout.
During all the festivities, I was asked, by a few different people, if I was going to workout on Christmas, or just take the day off since it's such a busy holiday. My answer was always the same: "Today (Christmas Eve) is my rest day. I'll find time to workout tomorrow." It's day 78 of a 90 day challenge. I haven't missed a day yet, and I won't start now just because it's a holiday and might be harder to find 20 minutes to myself.
The thing is, when I did these challenges in the past, I would skip a day because "it's a holiday," or "Hubby's home and I don't like to workout when he's here," or "we've been running around all day. That counts as cardio," or "I'm sick. I'll workout when I'm feeling better," or my all time favorite "I'm still sore from yesterday. Not today." I had all the excuses and reasons in the world and I never accomplished much. Rarely saw any change and never finished a challenge. When I started this challenge 11 weeks ago, 4 weeks post partum, I promised myself I wouldn't skip a day. Even if I felt like a big steaming pile of poop (like last week when I was sick), I would still get up and get moving. My reps were dismal and depressing, but I did it and I felt better and accomplished afterwards.
I'm doing this for me, but I'm also doing this for my kids. They are my motivation. Connor likes to fly. We were playing the other day and he would run and jump, tackle me, and I'd hold him over my head while he threw his arms out yelling "I'm flying!!" We did it over and over. He'd run, jump, I'd catch and he'd fly. I'd put him down and it would start again. I wouldn't have had the arm strength to play like that with him if it weren't for these workouts. I was weak before I started, and I'm by no means "buff" now, but I can hold my own with my kid and that's the goal. I can' help him fly and that's amazing. 11 weeks ago, I wouldn't have been able to.
This isn't just about completing a challenge, just to say that I did. This is about improving my strength and endurance so I can keep up with my kids. This is about changing my lifestyle so that I am able to play, run, jump, tackle, etc with my little boys. It's a completely new way of living and it takes 100% of my effort. I would have loved to go back to sleep after that 9am feeding. It's 11am on Christmas morning and all of my family is still asleep, while I sit here dripping in sweat. Instead, I got up and got my ass moving and I feel accomplished. I managed to find 25 minutes (because today is also an ab day) to get my workout in. Now I can sit back and watch my kids enjoy their Christmas morning. If they ever wake up, that is...
Day 60. Two thirds of the way through. Unfortunately, I've been very discouraged with my progress this time. I honestly don't know what I'd do without my amazing husband. He's so supportive and does an excellent job of keeping me level and giving me perspective. I would have quit this whole thing a month ago, if it weren't for his support.
Sometimes, things don't go the way you had planned, but you can't give up. Keep going. Keep working. It's a process and sometimes that process takes longer than you'd like, but you've just got to put your head down and take it one day at a time.
You can do this. You've got this. Just breathe and keep going.
Some days, the baby doesn't sleep overnight, or only sleeps in 1.5 hour increments.
Some days, the toddler is cranky, or moody, or overly sensitive to all forms of emotion.
Some days, I'm just too annoyed with things to want to workout.
Those days are the days when I need that 20 minutes of "me time" to work my ass off and sweat out my frustrations. There were a couple days this week that I just didn't feel like working out. I was tired and Connor has been really hard, not to mention Kylar has decided to stop sleeping during the day and insist on being touched constantly. As a result, I've been shorter tempered than I'd like and ridiculously tired. I have had to force myself to workout. You know what, though? After my workout I always feel better. Tired, gross, and sweaty, but my mood is always much better and I feel like (no matter how hard the kids were) I accomplished something.
It is now day 5 of a 6 day workout week. I have completed 3 days of strength training, 3 ab workouts (ow...), and 2 cardio days. Tomorrow, I cardio and then I get a day off. Honestly, on the days off, I feel like I'm missing something or forgetting to do something important. Not to mention, it's an extra challenge to motivate myself to workout Sundays, after that day off.
Here's the thing, I can't expect change to just happen. Change requires work and effort. I'm putting in the time now to see the results in the future. Sunday is my next weigh-in/measurement/fit test. I'm not expecting a lot from the scale or measurements because I've been eating like crap this week, but I can feel myself getting stronger and I'm excited to see my improvements in that regard. I guess we'll find out soon enough!!