Just got back from an unexpectedly extended break. I know you shouldn’t weigh yourself right after a vacation (especially like the one I just had) but I just had to. So I did. I am now past 60kg again. 61.5kg to be exact. Now I know a portion of that is water weight but I can’t deny how far I’ve fallen. But well, there really isn’t any sense to crying over spilled milk…
I started Insanity Max 30 today. Given everything I’ve seen in the mirror and at the scale (I know you shouldn’t rely solely on it but I’m pretty sure majority of my weight right now is fat so there’s no point denying it), it was imperative not to wait for Monday.
Feedback? I died. It’s easy to be frustrated considering I did this before. And while it wasn’t a breeze then either, it didn’t feel as bad as it did today. But I have to face the facts — when I did it then, I had at least four months of consistently working out under my belt. Today is definitely different. For one — I noticed I burped more frequently these days, and today when I did Cardio Challenge, I felt it come up my throat. It’s not as horrible a feeling as actually throwing up but it’s very telling of my fitness level at the moment. My Max Out time supports this too.
But you know what, instead of being intimidated, I’m actually excited. I know it’s a tough road up ahead but I just know it will be SO fulfilling once I reach one short-term goal after another. I just have to stay consistent, and I know I’ll get my mojo back.