Bring It: P90X Day 22
P90X is an extreme workout created by Tony Horton. This is my personal journey to try and prove whether the system works or is just another gimmick. I am ready to give it my all. I am not sitting in front of the TV and watching them sweat, I am joining in.
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Today is Monday. If Monday was an adjective, I would definately say it was a Monday Monday. Basically it means it didn't start off so good. It was just an off kind of day. You would have thought it would have started off great, especially knowing that I was heading into my first Recovery Week and closing in on the end of Phase 1.
My husband didn't have to be at work as early as last week. I have to admit, I kind of liked that schedule. That means I didn't get up early enough to finish my workout before the kids got up. If you are thinking I should have got up anyway, even though my husband was snoring away - well then you are crazy! Although I did think about it - that only lasted a minute though.
Needless to say, the day started off on the wrong foot.
I finally got the kids situated, and then my son woke up. That spelled trouble right off the bat, considering I had an hour and a half worth of yoga in my near future, and doing it while my son was awake, would not be an easy task.
I was right about that. With every pose, my son had his nose in my face. Or, he thought it would be funny to push me. Needless to say, I can't say this was the best Yoga X workout I have ever had. In fact, it might have even been pointless.
Call me crazy...
Needless to say, my workout... for lack of a better word... sucked. I was preoccupied anyway. I had forgotten my pin number to my debit card, and I needed to find it. I knew I had packed it away somewhere. I even put it somewhere safe so I knew I would be able to easily find it. Guess what? I couldn't find it.
I tore the house apart. I created a big mess. It was no where in sight. I found lots of other things, but unfortunately, without my pin, it made the card useless. I needed my card! I needed to get to the store and pick up some coffee. (No coffee makes for a cranky person! Maybe that is why I was having such a Monday day!)
Finally, I had a brilliantly stupid idea. I was going to go to the bank. Sounds like a good idea, except I am without a car at the moment and the bank is 3 and a half miles away. I was going to use the bike and put my son in the trailer behind me, but our bike helmets were no where in sight. That meant going on foot was the only option. To add to this little mess, I was also on a time crunch. I had 1 hour and 45 minutes to get to the bank and back so I could get my daughter from school. That meant I had to keep a pace of a 15 minute mile (technically a little faster cause I had to do business in the bank!) That is a pretty hefty pace when you are pushing a stroller with an extra 30 pounds! I decided to strap on my pedometor and count the steps.
Well, I did it. I made it to the bank, figured out the whole ordeal with my bank card, got back in time to get my daughter, and even walked back to the store to pick up my coffee grounds. I had even gone for a walk earlier to walk a friend's 3 dogs. When all was said and done, I had stepped about 21,000 steps. I had put on a quit a few miles - about 11 miles to be exact.
Geez - and I thought this was recovery week!
So I have completely covered my completely hectic day, but what you are really here for is the results. I have to say, I was not happy with the results. It is pretty hard to stay motivated when you work so hard to see so little in return. But they are what they are.
I already expected to have poor results. For some reason, I could tell I was retaining a lot of water weight. So much so that I could barely twist my wedding ring around my finger. So, I have a feeling if the water weight wasn't sticking around, the results would have been much better. I have a feeling this was because I had too much salt this weekend. I have also been known to swell up when I am in high temperatures and Saturday was spent in Palm Springs. Whatever the excuse, the numbers don't lie. I am hoping for something far better after my Recovery Week.
So far, in 3 weeks, I have lost 2.2 pounds. I have also lost 0.8 percent body fat and 1 point down on my BMI. That doesn't seem like much, but I do know that muscle weighs much more than fat does. That being said, the thing that made me happy about the results, besides the numbers still dropping, is that I have shrunk 9 full iinches over my entire body. The scale may not show it, but the mirror does.
They say the mirror adds 10 pounds and if that is the case, "Damn - I am looking good!"
So here is to Recovery Week, when we switch things up. This is were the results are gained. The body gets a much needed break; muscles are built; and instead of giving our body a pounding, we work on the core and cardio. It might be recovery week - but it is going to be far from easy.
Tomorrow there is finally a new workout incorporated into the program. If you would like to read about Core Synergistics and my adventure on Day 23, click here.