21.5%. Which is firmly in the”Good” range on the printout I got. If I get it below 19.5% then it will be “Excellent” unless it’s significantly below that — anything less than 9% is “Risky”. Not really a danger at my current fat-losing pace. I was at 30.something% body fat mid-July and 23.2% mid-August. So this boot camp didn’t generate as dramatic a shift number-wise , but I feel sleeker. My weight is smack-dab in the middle of the “Excellent” range for my frame and height, so now it’s all about continuing to get rid of fat while maintaining or increasing muscle and getting faster and stronger and able to do pull ups and all that jazz.
I just got back from a lovely vandigicam photowalk at the Reifel bird sanctuary. My dad tells me I went there when I was a week or two old but didn’t enjoy it very much — since that was late January or early February I’m sure the weather was the pits. Today I enjoyed it. It was sunny and warm and perfect and ducks ate out of my hand and a chickadee landed on me (but didn’t eat) and it didn’t have much to do with boot camp except I was happy to be outside enjoying the fresh air and moving and hanging out with fun people in a distinctly non-urban environment even if I wasn’t walking at a fat-burning pace. My foot only got sore near the very end, too, so yay.
I’m tired, but I’m quite pleased with my results over the last four weeks. I slowly jogged/sped walked the mile in 11:15, on the grass on the inside of the track because my foot complained less about landing on a springier surface. Then in the strength test I did 36 regular push ups. The last few were largely thanks to Jenny, who was spotting me and provided motivation to keep going. I’d done the same for her — she was aiming for 22 modified (from the knees) push ups, and managed 36. We were both beaming at our new-found strength.
So tomorrow I find out my new body fat composition, and once I catch up on sleep over the weekend I’m coming up with a plan for how to continue to grow and improve fitness and health-wise. My foot’s doing a lot better (obviously, or I wouldn’t be jogging) and I’m fired up by my progress.
I am stating officially, here and now: I love the burn. Everyone had run and pushed up quickly enough that we had time for more abdominal exercises before stretching, and I enjoyed both the bicycles and the crunches. The scissors, which we did before the other two, took more effort to love, but I focussed on the muscles that were complaining and embraced the sensation instead of getting beaten down by it.
I also love my new RMT (Registered Massage Therapist) and chiropractor. They were recommended by T’ai and my initial session with each was compliments of My Adventure Boot Camp, but I went yesterday for my second session and plan to use up all my massage and chiro benefits by the end of the year. They are both very very good at what they do. And I’ve got a tremendous amount of tension stored in my upper back. Rob, the RMT, said “Christina! Unacceptable.” as soon as he started working on it, and I tend to agree. I left feeling light headed, and I’m sure having the knot in my shoulder worked on helped me in the push ups today.
Exercise = Weight Loss, Except When It Doesn’t
I’ve only had a chance to skim it, but it looks interesting. I have a bunch of other interesting links that ought to be posted at some point, though they probably won’t help out whoever it was who clicked through here from searches such as
photos of people at a fitness boot camp (I won’t violate my fellow boot campers’ privacy like that.)
justin timberlake pull ups (I have this ominous feeling those last two words might not refer to the exercise sometimes known as chin ups.)
sexy motherfucker prince free mp3 (Right.) (more…)
Amanda asked what the pimptastic paisley cane looked like. I’ll take a colour shot worthy of its splendour sometime soon, but in the meantime…
Originally uploaded by phoneyman.
tags: pimptastic, paisley, cane, photo
As we were getting ready for work this morning I asked Mounir if he was into taking a dance class together, once my foot is up to it but before our wedding.
“What do you think?” he parried.
“I think yes.”
“I think no.”
“So we’re going to dance like dweebs for our first dance?” I asked.
“No, you’ll dance like a dweeb; I’ll be doing the Running Man.” (more…)
I should know better than to put into writing anything universe-provoking like “It’s probably partly the Week 2 buzz kicking in, and partly getting to “sleep in” until 5:20 am, but I’m feeling good this morning.” The Week 2 buzz kicked out as quickly as it kicked in, and I’ve been very tired every morning since Monday. It may be because my foot’s still sore — after work Tuesday and Wednesday I only had the energy to ice it and lie on the couch, eating dinner that was as non-labour-intensive as possible.
The highlights of boot camp so far this week: (more…)
When I was little my parents had a plaque hanging on their bathroom wall that said:
There ought to be a better way
to start the day
than by getting up in the morning
I tend to agree. I don’t mind waking up early but I’m not quite a morning person. The quiet’s nice, sunrises are generally gorgeous and there’s a little thrill in knowing fewer people see them than see sunsets. But I’m not so much a get-up-and-get-productive person. I’m not quite as bad as Beth but I know where she’s coming from. So you would think that rising just before 5 a.m. and being out of the apartment 15 minutes later would not be my cup of tea at all. (more…)
The bruises are uglier and purpler today than yesterday but I’m feeling better so I’ll spare people the photos. I’ve iced my foot off and on since getting home from this morning’s session and now I’m just waiting for my broccoli, cauliflower (good fibrous carbs, both of them) and lima beans (good starchy carbs) egg-white (yay protein) omelette to set.
The bruise near my instep this morning
Originally uploaded by steena.
I’ve just finished icing it. It was uglier last night: (more…)
This morning went fairly well. I did step ups on the bleachers instead of running around the track to warm up, and discovered I couldn’t hold a plank or tripod position for very long so did those from my knees. I’m glad I didn’t have to quit; quitting sucks. There were even a few moments as we were doing horizontal arm circles for two minutes (which came right after two minutes of vertical arm circles) where I liked, if not loved, the burning sensation in my biceps. But then T’ai’s ghetto blaster died and it was suddenly harder, without the music, to maintain that cheeriness about building strength.
I’m icing my foot right now, having just finished off a delicious breakfast of oatmeal with cinnamon, a half scoop of chocolate-flavoured whey powder, a handful of frozen berries from Costco and 2 teaspoons of Udo’s oil. Inspired by last night’s talk I’ve started a food journal, in hopes it helps me eat 5 meals daily and get enough water and a good balance of better protein, carbs and fats.
The bruising on my foot is disgusting and it’s more swollen today — I may post a picture later but it’s gross. The good thing is I can walk slooooowly without the cane and without much pain. I’m taking the bus to work instead of walking, though.
tags: injury, fitness, goals, exercise, nutrition, food, oatmeal, udosoil, whey
