Day Twenty Seven

Finished Sweat with almost ease. I realized halfway through it was pretty easy, so I increased my intensity. Further stretches, deeper lunges, wider squats.

It worked! I'm feeling it now! This cold has me barely able to breathe, though, and now I'm extra feeling the aches and pains from the cold.

Husband has been PiYo-ing with me lately and he also did Sweat today. He has some work to do, but he did so well. Super proud of us.

**It's a slow process, but quitting will make it even slower!**

Day Twenty One

Back to Sweat. It was much easier to get through this time, more so than even last time. My daughter woke up when I had 11 minutes to go, so I had to finish it a little later. 

My legs are still feeling the abuse from yesterday but I survived. I really am seeing improvement in myself. It's so exciting! I think that's the best part of PiYo - I want to see what I can do now! I'm holding poses for longer, I need the chair a little less, I need less breaks, just to name a few!

And tomorrow is Core - my favorite!

Day Fourteen

Two weeks in! Exciting! It hasn't been easy. And I'm still having a hard time emotionally. And dang if my hands and palms don't still hurt like hell.

Tonight brought Sweat. Again, I'm not following her calendar. Which is probably very bad of me to do. I'll try to follow it better. I'm just tired of Upper and Lower and find Core and Sweat more fun.

It was going well. I was able to do a move I couldn't last time! I was so excited! But then real life smacked me in the face.

I didn't finish the last five minutes. Our eight year old was not listening, baby was moaning her horribly annoying moan, I accidentally kicked the dog four times in about thirty seconds, I had the cat rubbing on me and laying on my chair I needed for stability. Ahhhhhh!!!! Christ! Isn't yoga supposed to be relaxing? Because I am NOT. 

If anyone is reading this, and you're considering PiYo, make sure you don't have a family. Or if you do, make sure they are out of the house when you do this. And lock up your pets for half an hour. Trust me, you'll thank me later. 

My weight is still up. I don't get it. Why am I working so hard to just gain weight? I get why some people gain weight after working out but Jesus. It's not fair.

Day Eleven

It was a busy day today. My intention was to do Lower and Upper Body. But between fussy baby girl and meetings at the school and then back to school shopping, I was left with little time. So I did Sweat. Aren't I great at following the calendar she gave me?

I'm noticing I'm not nearly as sore and my muscles are definitely more flexible. I'm able to go longer and longer between having to stop and grab water/lay down and try to not die. Endurance baby!

I lost 12 pounds quickly and I've been stagnant since. It's been about a week now and I feel like crying. It's so frustrating to curb your caloric intake and leave the dinner table unsatisfied sometimes and continue to say no to anything sweet/unhealthy only to see that you have GAINED A POUND AND A HALF.

I'm keeping my spirits up though. I'm doing this more to look good naked and to feel better overall, not the number on the scale. Or at least that's what my husband keeps telling me when I want to cry.

Day Four & Five

I failed to write yesterday. And it wasn't because I was dragged out exhausted; it was because I wasn't sure what to say. I was having a rough day emotionally. 

But yesterday, Day Four, I did Lower Body and Upper Body. In fact, I was feeling so good that I did half of Upper Body a second time. I would have completed it, but my family needed me. Point is, I am already stronger. 

Today, Day Five, had me doing Sweat. And let me take the time to point out that it truly lives up to the name. I was drenched in sweat. My legs were on fire! Post workout, I can already feel the soreness. Admittedly, I had to stop a lot and had to break position early a few times. But I'm not discouraged. I'm actually really proud thus far. 

Time for a masochistic moment. I'm really enjoying the soreness. It's sort of like a constant punishment for every late night snack and it's reminding me to never let my body get like this again. Every time I lift my daughter and my triceps ache or when I'm standing doing dishes and my legs feel wobbly I am reminded that I'm heavy, fat, and out of shape. And I get to smile through the pain because I'm changing that. I'm being proactive. I'm getting fit. 

And I'll never again see these numbers on the scale.