yeah, i know. i know what you're thinking. "meredith, where the HELL have you been?"
ugh. i thought i was doing so well with this blogging shit. i really did. so here's what happened in a nutshell:
throughout this workout/lifestyle change process, within the past couple of months i've grown tired. emotionally, physically, mentally drained and exhausted. it was showing in my performance - i was taking more breaks, i was having more cheat days, i started drinking again...etc. etc. etc. and my body was showing it. i just wasn't doing as much as i did 2 months ago. i stopped really caring. and no amount of compliments could pull me out of the funk i was in.
so i decided to take a week off of turbofire. i still ate properly, but i didn't work out. it was glorious. the only down side to it was that working out is a stress-reliever for me - so i found it more difficult to take on challenges at work and on the music front. i was angrier, especially when aunt flo decided to come visit and c-block me. if you know me, you know i anger easily. little shit was pissing me off. it was weird.
so - since i wasn't working out, i decided to take a little road trip. after practice, i got in my car one night and drove. i drove all niiiiiight, (and some of the morning) until i reached raleigh, nc. i drove down there to see my friend jeremy in this awesome play called "the brothers size". had a great time, got to see him and my friend jen floyd, then drove to bedford, va the next day to see my grandparents. in total - i drove 17 hours in three days. fuck. if i didn't think i was tired before, i was most certainly pooped then.
when i was with my grandparents, a couple of things hit me.
#1 - my grandfather, who raised me as his own and was the only father figure i had for years, is very, very, very sick. he has COPD and a number of other breathing issues. he's gained weight. his mobility is very limited. it was as if superman finally let the kryptonite catch up to him. it's hard to see him that way. i've looked up to my grandfather all of my life, and i've always known him to be the glue that holds our family together. such a strong man. and i got to witness him at his weakest. it didn't feel right.
#2 - i am so blessed to be able to have all of my - well, everything...to be able to work out and be mobile and do the things i need to do. i think of people like my grandfather - who were mobile at one point (my grandfather played all the sports you could think of coming up - basketball, football, etc. etc.), who are now sedentary and can't move even if they tried. i think of people who could be mobile if they wanted - but who choose to sit on their ass all day and stuff cheetos into their face. that's not living. i used to be that person...and i'm realizing very slowly that i'm not that lazy sonofabitch anymore. i have way too much shit going on to sit in front of my television and give up on my life.
so - i got my ass up that sunday morning and i did turbofire. fire 55 ez (ya know, gotta ease myself back into it). i used the TV in the living room, where my grandfather usually sits. it was the most amazing thing...he just sat there and made little funny comments like he always does (if you've had the pleasure of meeting my granddad, you know he is a ham. peanut gallery at its finest).
"they don't need to work out! they skinny enough!"
"well, grandpa - they work out so they can continue to look like that. they can't be sittin' around eating burgers all day."
"what they eat? more like spinach burgers. uh, uh.... cabbage burgers. what chu call those things? yeah, cabbage burgers."
and as my grandfather was sitting there watching my workout, taking his 1st of 2 breathing treatments for the day...he started working out with me! he was throwing punches and clapping when chalene would clap. i said, "grandpa - clap with me!" and he clapped. granted, his punches were weak - and he only clapped about 4 or 5 times before he was done, but he did it. it was the best thing ever seeing my grandpa do that. even at his weakest, he was still trying. and he would laugh. that familiar laugh i would always hear growing up.
it made me feel like i could do this again. i was so close to calling it quits. so tired of my body being sore - not being able to eat what i wanted...so tired of not seeing results. all i want to do is make myself proud. make my grandpa proud.
...so during all this inspirational shit - my mom was sick the entire time i was down. and guess what i bring back from virginia? A SINUS INFECTION.
one more week out. had to leave work early. absolutely miserable and bedridden. had coworkers avoiding me like the plague. shit.
so all in all, i'm pissed. i have to start all over again. my tummy's starting to bulge again, my oprah flab is returning ("who wants a new CAAAAAARRRRRR?!?! *waves tricep fat*"), i've lost the definition in my arms and legs, i feel sluggish and bloated. yuck.
i have decided to drop turbofire for a while (you know i love you chalene, you my girl and all...but yo ass is sittin' on the sidelines.) so i have found a new lover - shaun t.
"yes, honey! shaun t is gonna get you in the best shape-uh yo life, guhh! *snap snap*"
mhm, honey chil'. i have officially started insanity.
took my fit test yesterday, and it was shit. so much shit, that i went into the bedroom and cut all the lights off and cried for a good two hours. i felt like a beached whale during my switch kicks. i couldn't do one push-up jack or one burpee - and i worked on my upper body SO MUCH these past few months. i had a really bad temper tantrum. then came out when chris was in the shower and ate a spoonful of nutella and drank some almond milk. it was that serious. i was depressed and discouraged, but i had to keep reminding myself that i'm starting over again, and it's gonna be rough the first week back.
today was plyometric cardio circuit, which, to beachbody enthusiasts, is the DVD from hell. (that's not official. i'm just assuming since it sucked/hurt so bad, that others must hate it as much as i do.) my body was sluggish and heavy and tired from not working out for two weeks. but i did it. and now my quads hate me. having to sit on the toilet was like dipping my thighs in acid. i forgot what it's like to be this sore. i'm now slowly remembering how much i hate it. lol
so my goal is to really track this shit, and track it right. i have a blogger app on my phone for a reason. even if no one else is reading this, it will be good for myself to keep track.
insanity, day 2 tomorrow morning. cardio power and resistance. let's do this shit.
