Bootcamp perspective

After Saturday’s bootcamp the pain I am feeling in my legs and arms is beyond ridiculous. I had thought it would lessen as the days go on but it seems to be increasing.

As I was whinging about this to my ever patient husband he kindly informed me that I was in so much pain because whilst I was lugging a kettle weight around what I was actually doing was ripping my muscles. Nice! So the exercise I was doing was ripping my muscles and they are hurting because they are now healing and he assures me that they are now healing stronger and longer than before.

It got me thinking that my little bootcamp experience is much like the journey that we are on to have a child, that it feels painful and not nice whilst we are in it but that through the pain and the trial we are also lengthening our reach to other people and we are strengthening ourselves in so many areas.

I trust God in ways I never thought possible, I know him to be faithful in the storm, I know his strength when I am weary, I know his comfort in the trial, and I sense his presence in the middle of it all. So whilst I would never choose this journey and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, Saturday morning bootcamp has provided some fresh perspective on the treasure being uncovered through it all. So maybe the pain and early morning was worth it after all.

Crawling back on the healthy eating wagon

It’s the night after the morning of bootcamp and as I write this before heading to an early bed every muscle in my body is screaming at me “julie you fool, what were you thinking?”

It’s fair to say I didn’t breeze through bootcamp, it was tough but I managed to do it and keep going despite my legs feeling like jelly and my arms begging for mercy.

What I’ve found though is the will power to resist the urge to eat anything and everything in sight was increased. I made better food choices throughout the day and largely stuck to my meal plan. I capitalized on the surge in motivation and have started prepping meals and snacks for the week in a bid to get myself back on the right diet bandwagon.

I know it’s such a key part to manage my hormone and insulin levels but it is tricky when you help run a church which often revolves around food and cake. Food brings people together and church is often about bringing people together which involves copious amounts of cake eating. If I can temper this however with better eating on my part I’ll at least feel like I’m doing what I can. Here’s to a week on the wagon!

Bootcamp prepping (with chocolate)

One of my goals this year is to get my body ‘baby ready.’ There’s not an awful lot about the whole pcos, hashimotos situation that I can control but one of the things I am in charge of is what I put into my body and how ready my body is to receive said baby should they ever choose to appear.

Now on the eating front I had a great spell where I was eating really well then my birthday week happened which kinda turned into two weeks with going away and belated get togethers, couple that with easter and two long weekends = awful eating and a whole heap of sugar in my system. Both me and the hubby know we need to get back on the healthy eating wagon so we did the only sensible thing and ate all of the bad stuff in the house today. Yep we ate up all the crisps, dips, chocolate eggs, chocolate cake you name it and we ate it all whilst watching Insanity workout infomercials on TV. It was the picture of irony.

Maybe not our finest moment ever but at least we can start with a clean slate tomorrow, which begins with a 7am bootcamp for me and some girls from our church. I’m expecting a whole world of pain, to feel woefully unfit and to have a surge of motivation to finally start making some life changes in the hope it will help on the quest to motherhood.

I’m in the skinny category of pcos where loosing weight won’t help me conceive so it’s more about being fit and healthy and maintaining my weight which rockets after a month like I’ve just have and will take me a good while to get it stable again. It’s my least favorite thing to do but I just need to get in the mindset that this is a long term lifestyle change and not a fad. Easier said than done but I’m hoping the dawning realisation of turning 30 should help this thought jog along.