Posts Tagged ‘Boxing’

For months now, I’ve hinted at my unhappiness with my weight gain since last summer (13lbs to be exact). But more than a number on a scale, these past few months I’ve felt, down.

Now that doesn’t mean I haven’t been happy in a lot of different ways. For one, my family, friends, and the Townie have made me incredibly happy and we’ve all had some wonderful quality time and trips together.

But more so I’ve noticed that as I dropped exercise from my routine (which happened all to easily), my mood started to change. My positive, easy going attitude has turned irritable, and with the drop of a hat it snaps into cranky-complaining-mode.

My food intake has turned from healthy (with treats) to eating just to eat. Eating as a reward (for a good day or a bad day), eating my emotions and feelings, and definitely eating out of boredom. It doesn’t help that since Townie came along my portion sizes have doubled. 

And my energy is at an all time low. I used to have trouble falling asleep I was so wired. For the past few weeks – all I want to do is sleep. 😦 I’m sleeping in later and later and going to bed earlier and earlier. Add on that I’m also feeling tired all the time during the day too, so much that I could hardly keep my eyes open at points with the Townie in the Cape and sometimes all I can think about at work to get me through the day is getting home and getting back in bed.

My night-time habits have spiraled to an all time low too. Sure once a week I see some of the girls, and a few times I see the Townie, but on the nights off? I’m plopping down on my couch and watching hours of tv while mindlessly eating. I’m talking 4+ hours a night.

I’ve been embarrassed to even admit this, to anyone, to myself, and especially to the blog world.

But I think by admitting it here, I’m in a way forcing myself to change. I need to break the cycle.

Because I want to change. I know the biggest challenge is just doing it. Starting. In any little way possible. Stop the excuses, the complaining, the weak efforts and just friggan do it.

So here it is. I’m not overloading myself with unrealistic goals for the first 10 days (yeah 5:30am workouts would just be a setup for failure right now) but I just want to get back into a routine, back to feeling like myself – an athlete. Most importantly exercise needs to get back to being a priority, not the first thing to go in a day.

Rather than write a whole bunch of overwhelming goals I’m thinking I’m going to take this one day at a time. Each day my goal is to incorporate at minimum, 25 minutes of exercise. [This doesn’t count my walking to and from work.]

Tonight I’m headed back to this boxing class with my college roomie.

Day one of OUT OF THE RUT  begins!

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Last night I headed to a new boxing gym for a women’s only class with my old college sorority roommate.

The class was an hour and a half combo of strength, core, speed training, a full boxing circuit with heavy bags, mitt work in the ring with the trainers and finishing all that up with an abdominal workout.

Yeah it was tough.

photo credit: wehearit.com

It was completely different from my normal gym experiences. This was the type of gym that is gross, run-down, and cheap (think in an old warehouse type place with no ac) – but it gives one hell of a workout. It was almost a relief to walk into a gym and just not care. I didn’t care how I looked, or if I didn’t know how to do things at first. It all came back to just getting a good workout.

It made me realize, I miss boxing. It also reminded me that I need to call my gym because I have about 10 private sessions left and I get to pick a new trainer since mine went MIA.

Anyway, I ended up buying a 10-pack since my friend has a 20pack and now I’ve got a boxing buddy once a week for the next 10 weeks! 🙂

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My boxing trainer has to leave to go back to Ireland for at least a month because of family stuff. I’m disappointed but at the same time I’m looking at this in a way to start getting back into shape trying different methods.

I miss spinning.
I miss running.
I miss routine gym sessions at least 3 times a week.
I miss swimming.
I miss the feeling after a hard workout.

I don’t think I’m going to miss the 2am week night bed times.
Or the 11pm buffalo chicken pizza second dinner.
Or the beers and wine more than twice a week.
Or the eating out 4+ times a week.
The 600 calorie muffins for breakfast.
The carb and white rice loaded indian take-out for lunch.
The soft squishy feeling of my stomach.
The painfully tight waistband of my work pants.

I’m ready to tone that all down and tone up my body.

Whatever it takes. Spin classes. Core fusion. Pure barre. Running. Kettlebells. It’s time to do this.

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I’m struggling a bit with my balance recently. My month’s goal was to focus on balance and while I’m not failing at it, I’m definitely still working it out.

Last weekend I spent a fantastic weekend in Rhode Island with my family. So fantastic that I was convinced to stay through until Monday morning when I had to pop out of bed by 5:30 to get back to Boston for work.

Monday night was a late night of boxing followed by an even earlier morning of kettlebells. Tuesday night was an awesome night with the Townie, but one that included meat lover’s pizza and kissing on my couch until almost 1am.

Two nights in a row of less than 6 hours of sleep made me exhausted all day on Wednesday. I did some quick errands on Wednesday night before trying to get into bed early. (For some reason once again I tossed and turned getting only 6 hours of sleep.)

My day at work yesterday was absolutely insane, I even squeezed in a catch-up yogurt date with one of my friends mid-day, and then I ran out to meet my friend J to catch-up and have dinner. A full personal pan pizza for me later I was feeling bloated and exhausted as we left each other around 9pm.

I am pretty sure I was passed out before 11pm last night.

Another early morning today so I could come into work today before 8am so that I could leave for a 3:30 doctor’s appointment and then go straight home to change before the game.

And my head starts to swirl when I think about the weekend…

  • Will the Townie be staying the night?
  • I have boxing at 10:30a tomorrow
  • I need to: inflate my tires, test attach my bike to my car, lay out all of my gear/food and plan out my leave time for my duathlon on Sunday morning
  • Attend my friend’s birthday dinner and then be a good sport for a little bit at the bar (no drinking, but maybe a little dancing)
  • Get into bed at a “decent” time since I’ll need to be up at 5:00am on Sunday
  • Participate in my first season opener duathlon on Sunday

As much as I love what’s going on in my life right now, I have to figure out a way to balance it a bit more. I’m feeling pretty chaotic, not prepared for my duathlon, a little out of control because of my new feelings for the Townie (ok I can’t help that one 😉 ) and just not the healthiest version of myself.

My first instinct is to stop hanging out so much with the Townie and friends, and just get my stuff together. But that’s not the answer, I will always have this busy (if not busier) schedule to deal with. So somehow I just need to make sure not to throw healthy eating, exercise, and sleep to the wayside with my busy changing schedule.

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I’m not going to lie, my boxing session last Monday left me with a bit of a sour taste in my mouth , especially when in Kettlebell class on Tuesday I had to baby my right elbow and not do push-ups.

But I’m a big believer that if you fail at something you want to do, or it doesn’t go as planned; DO IT AGAIN. Because if you try again with a positive attitude and preparation,  it’s likely to change your mindset and result in a different outcome.  Trust me, the feeling of success after a failure is doubly gratifying.

Last night’s boxing session was fantastic. He may not have been throwing punches at my face, but we did a ton of drills and I felt fast, accurate and strong. Even he was saying I was spot on.

Then this morning I got up at the butt-crack of dawn (it’s now light out before 6am, yay!) and went to my kettlebell class.

At one point during the workout my heart was pounding hard, I was breathing heavy, and my body just felt like it couldn’t push any more. Normally this is when I’d stop and say I need a minute. Instead the trainer said, “No, you’re hitting your wall of fatigue. This is where you need to push through to create a new wall of fatigue.”*

And he was right. As much as I felt like I was done, my body could push more and my mind just needed to follow.

I left the class feeling 1,000 times better than I did the last week. I’m really loving strength training right now. 🙂

*This is not me saying push through when you actually feel like you might pass out, throw-up or get hurt. Each person knows their own true limit.

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OK first, you all are the best. I guess realistically, I couldn’t ever really date someone my family/friends hated but I can’t imagine that ever being the case. So we’ll see where the Townie and I go from here. 🙂

Anyway, today’s thought…

Do you ever try to ignore a few things nagging in the back of your mind, but by doing so they fester and become that much worse?

I have three things going on that are clearly taking a toll on my attitude this morning.

1. Yesterday after work I got home to a letter from B’s Mom. In it was pictures of this cat that we all rescued and just a nice “How are you doing” note. Then I logged on to my computer to find an email from B asking about going to our burger place next week. Seriously, does he have happiness radar on me?

2. Then last night during my boxing I hyper extended my elbow. My trainer put on gloves and he was hitting back (which stung a lot more than I expected) and I threw a right punch, clipped his chin and as my arm was (too) extended his glove knocked my elbow in the direction it should not go. Without being able to stop myself I screamed “F*ckkkk” and walked away. He kept asking if I was OK but I couldn’t speak for fear of crying. The last thing I wanted to do was cry in front of him. As much as in the end it’s not nearly as bad as I thought (still hurts, had to only use my left arm during kettle bell class this morning) it still ended the session on a sour note.

3. I have a pretty large close-knit group of girlfriends (8 of us) who used to always go out every weekend together. Lately because of scheduling it clearly hasn’t been possible to get us all together. But also lately, the 3 that live together have been going out a ton and it seems like they are almost consciously not inviting the rest of us. Sure some nights I have other things going on but it’s a crappy feeling to not be invited especially because myself (and other friends) make a point of inviting them. In some ways it doesn’t bother me in the sense that I have a ton of other wonderful, amazing, and caring girlfriends. I guess I just miss when we were all one big group and there was no drama and we were all on similar paths I guess.

So resolutions for all of this?

1. Avoid. Haha, I know that’s not a real problem solver right now but it’s too early to talk to the Townie about my friendship with B, and it’s too early to talk to B about the Townie. Therefore, I’m going to put off dinner for about two weeks and then deal with it. I want B to continue being a friend and being in my life but not at the cost of finding a partner. So it’s a fine line to play along. I think I’ll figure it out, but it irritates me SO much that B always pops up at times like this. 

2. Ice. Heat. More ice.

3. Talk to them. I don’t want to do it because I avoid confrontation with friends, but I have a feeling a big part of it is because after Patagonia I had no interest in going out and drinking multiple times a week (and vocalized that). Not that that has changed severely, but I’d love to go out every other weekend and dance and drink especially if it means seeing those 3 more often. I still see them for other activities (a few drinks & a dinner, I just hosted a dinner at my apartment on Sunday and 7 of them came for the night, etc. More quality time which is great but still…)

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I’m starting to feel strong again.

This morning I boxed for half hour,


jumped on a treadmill and ran 2 miles,


went into the spin room and cycled for 25 minutes,


then hopped back on the treadmill for a final mile…

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