It’s been one of those weeks. I still feel like I’m running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Eating has been kind of on-point — low-carb, but without getting enough veggies. And I can tell: My hunger has a sharper edge than it does when I’m eating correctly.
Working out has been a bit of a struggle, too. Even though this hasn’t been my finest week, I’m getting in more activity than I was last year at this time … or even six months ago.
I did Best Body Bootcamp’s ladder workout this morning, but skipped the cardio. Yesterday, I did cardio (elliptical plus exercise bike) but no weights workout. That leaves me with A and C to do, plus another day of cardio — and I’m going to Phoenix this weekend for a writer’s conference. It starts Friday, and I’ll be busy with that through Sunday.
I’m sure the hotel will have a gym … and I’m packing my Nikes and the bootcamp workouts. I’ll just have to make it happen. Last summer, when I went to NYC, I packed my gym clothes and didn’t use them. They took up valuable room in my suitcase for nothing. This time will be different.
I also requested diabetic meals at the conference, figuring they’d have fewer carbs … although now I’m rethinking that strategy. I don’t know what I’ll do if they try to give me pasta. Yikes. In that case, I hope there’s a McDonald’s or something within walking distance.
It’s hard to believe this is the last week for bootcamp. I need to decide what to do next — because I definitely want to do something. I’m thinking of attempting the C25K program (again). My last attempt petered out in Week 5, before I finished the 20-minute run.
I could also go through bootcamp again on my own, attempting to do it with fewer modifications this time around. When I think of how far I’ve come since Week One, that seems like a great idea.
The other option would be to sign up for a personal training package with Tina. Her prices are reasonable, and I already know what her workouts are like. They’re tough, but nothing I can’t handle. I actually LIKE the challenge.
Of course, if I win the grand prize, all bets are off. I’d be able to afford a gym membership and start taking classes … I’ll keep my fingers crossed for that happy occasion.