Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Yesterday I was looking for some new moves to put into my chair workouts to give me some extra variety. I know based off of the soreness both the Mr and I are feeling in our quads, shins and front of the ankles that the physical therapy exercises the chiro is having me do are working to strengthen my legs. It's definitely a "growing pains" week. Lots of soreness, some aches, a spasm here and there and pushing myself to the limit of how long I can be on my feet. We went grocery shopping this weekend which is already a step in the right direction given I had to send the Mr on his own the previous time. I had to split up the usual trip of 3 stores to doing the one big box store Saturday night and after 60 minutes, my feet were done. The next day were the other 2 stores and it was 60 minutes again and I was done with walking but later I was walking around cleaning for about 45 minutes before I had to rest. It's very hard to go from walking 8 hours on a weekend day like it's nothing to celebrating being able to go from barely being able to stand 20-25 minutes in the kitchen to make my lunch to walking for an hour before my body gives out.
My ego took a bit of a hit when I found some really great moves for seated workouts...at grandparents.com. I'm not knocking that site at ALL but for a gal in her 30's feeling like "little Moe with the gimpy leg", it wasn't the biggest boost I could've asked for. I decided to look at workout videos because I know I'll need to have some variety because Walk Away the Pounds won't always cut it when I'm finally allowed to introduce low impact back into my workouts. I found this one workout that looks really great for low impact and then my eyes began to well up and thought "really?? This is my new reality? Is this all I'll ever be able to do again?" Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for the forward progress despite it hurting but I am seeing the positives. But when people expect more from my workouts and more importantly, so do I, I feel like I'm having an identity crisis. It feels like "who am I if I'm not the fat chick busting my ass and burning unGodly amounts of calories and having people look at those burns in awe??" I know you guys support me no matter what and I appreciate it. But I was at that level where when I told people like doctors or sporting goods store employees or well anyone when the subject of exercise was brought up that I did stuff like Turbo Fire, Power 90, etc, you got this automatic respect. Most people would be like "damn, hats off to you, I could never do those!" I felt even more prideful because of the fact that I'm still so big and I could see it changing people's opinions of me just knowing I did those things. I don't know that I'll never be able to do those things again but I do know if I do, they are a long way off and I know I will be scared to do them to the intensity I was used to no matter how much I ease back into it. I don't want this injury to make me gun shy but I also think of the only good thing the podiatrist said to me which I resented at the time..."workout smarter, not harder." I wanted to punch her teeth into the back of her throat. Who the hell are you to tell me that? You don't know me. You don't know my rotation and intensity and be able to say if I pushed it based on the fact that I did one time and paid for it. But as a few days passed and we really questioned if some of the moves were just plain insane (particularly the ones the Mr did because I never pushed myself to full intensity but he always felt he had to in order to get a decent workout now.) We wondered if the whole 'extreme' workouts that are so prevalent today from P90X to crossfit WOD's and everything in between aren't setting us up for some unrealistic standard we can't possibly keep up. We're not getting any younger and the Mr said we need to do workouts that we can do for the rest of our lives and while doing Insanity or Supreme 90 Tabata Inferno at 70 would impress some people, it wouldn't do us much good if our bones were splintering on impact.
I've got a lot of figuring out to do in this recovery period as to not only what I can do as I get better but more importantly what I want to do going forward. In the process, my new routine probably won't resemble my old one at all and I'm beginning to wonder if that's such a bad thing. I saw page after page in our workout calendar of 900, 1000 and 1200 calorie burns and what do I have to show for it last year? A 20 pound loss. For as much as I busted my ass last year, I should've had a lot more than that off.
On a completely different note, Happy Birthday Elvis.
Have you ever been forced to completely revamp your routine for a time only to find it was the answer to a long slump?
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