PiYo Day 30: Sweat (and a progress update!)

We’re already 30 days in – craziness!

When I started this, I had no idea how much I would rely on the accountability from my Beachbody coach Lindsey and our challenge group on Facebook; there have been plenty of occasions when the only reason I drag myself out of bed in time to work out is because I know they are waiting for me to check in.

Today, for example.

I am coming down from a sugar binge brought on by my trying to recreate the almond cloud cookies that I had at a family party last weekend. The sugar, as well as some questionable meal choices (Yo quiero feel terrible the next day?), has left me with variable energy and swollen, achy joints.

So today, when my alarm clock went off and I forced myself to get up, I felt no draw to the workout. I did it, though, even though I hated every second of it.

I yelled at myself for not being able to go from down dog to the front of my mat in a single step.

I yelled at myself for taking several breaks to go into child’s pose.

I yelled at myself for eating so much sugar and junk food over the past two days.

I was not happy with myself in the least. But at least I did the workout. This is a process, a journey. I am learning to balance the indulgences with a healthy routine. I am learning to talk to myself in a kinder voice. Until then, it’s bound to be a bumpy ride.


Update! Day 30 is time to weigh in, measure, and take pictures, according to every fitness infomercial I’ve ever seen in my entire life. So here we go:

Weight: -4 lbs (I told you I pack on muscle like a champ and the scale goes nowhere)

Inches: -3 (Adding up all the half inches I’ve lost in several parts of my body)

Other progress:

That’s pretty darn good, in my book. I think I’ll stick it out.

P.S. I know there are no pictures. There will be pictures at the end of the challenge – maybe. I know this is called The Bare Midriff, but I don’t know if I want to show you mine yet!