So I was able to use my consistency, data, accountability, and intention to not get totally derailed from my fitness over the holidays, and even lose a few pounds (which I am still trying to figure out considering the number of mimosas I drank). But now the holidays are but a memory, my work travel is done, and I am faced with a sobering realization: my muscles have turned to mush.
I ran all through the holidays to maintain my calorie deficit, but I didn't do much in strength training beyond maintenance. I miss my sculpted deltoids, tear-drop quadriceps, firm hamstrings, and all of the other nice trade-offs of spending quality time in the weight room. So, it's time to get my rear in gear.
Literally, my rear. I've spent too much time sitting on it lately and, um, you can tell.
So today was my first real day back hitting the weights, and I told my trainer I was ready to work! He did not disappoint. I haven't sweat (sweated?) and grimaced that much in a long time, and it was so nice.
Here's what I did:
Chest flys on the machine (ugh) and alternating arms while lying on the big exercise ball
Lat pulls and reverse push-ups
Bicep curls with the resistance band and negatives with a weighted bar
Skull-crushers and tricep dips
I am not nearly as strong as I used to be. But at the end, my friend Jenny told me my biceps are looking good! Yay! So I guess everything is back to normal now, right?
Ahhhh, it feels good to be back! And to not be just going through the motions.
Bring it on, tank top season! I'm not scared.