I remember in middle school that I was often jealous of someone on crutches. They looked so fun to use and the person using them usually got extra special attention. They would get out of class early to make it to their next class, have help with their books, and even be the talk of the school. But then, when you are actually the person using crutches... well, they suck. After two minutes of using them, they start to hurt your pits, you get sick of people asking what happened, and before it's all over, you just want everyone to leave you the heck alone.
Over the past few months, I've learned that sometimes, the best experience- what can seem soooo fun and exciting- can actually turn into your "crutch." I know- this may sound a little out there, but let me try to explain.
After I had my son, for nearly five years I was overweight. In December, when LA Boxing contacted me, I began working out there, and in three months I dropped over 20 pounds and was feeling better than ever. And since then, things have gone down hill...
When I pulled into my driveway with my mom the other night, I looked at her (after we had pigged out at Blue Ridge Grille) and she could tell I was down. I said, "Mom, I've gotta get back on it." She looked at me and as nice as she could said, "Yeah, honey. You're getting big again." And it hit me. I've known what the scale says. I know that I can't fit into my clothes, but I've been in somewhat of a state of denial. I mean, after all of the blood, sweat, and tears, after all of the working out, after everything I did- How can the weight return so quickly? Ugh.
Let me just say... LA Boxing is the BEST. THING. EVER. I honestly mean that. The owner is amazing, the entire staff is great, and I love it. If I could go every day, I would. And ya'll- it works. You will lose weight, and you will love it. But for me, it's been harder and harder to get there. So instead of watching what I eat, busting my butt at the gym, or doing extra workouts at home, I've let LA Boxing become my crutch. What I was once so excited about, has now become my excuse.
I can't tell you how many times I've said to myself- I can't make it to LA Boxing today- so I might as well eat McDonald's. Or I can't get to kickboxing, so I might as well skip the gym. Nothing compares to LA Boxing. But with that being said, I have realized that sometimes- ya just gotta do what ya gotta do. Like the old saying goes... you can't put all your eggs in one basket.
It's like this... Without daycare and with my hubby's schedule it's become so hard to get to an LA Boxing class. And with baseball at 10:30 and soccer at 3- Saturday is out and we've tried to adopt Sunday as our "family day." Trust me, I know that I should have my fata$$ in the gym, but really, right now in my life, there's no place I'd rather be than at my kids' games and with my family.
So, where do I go from here? This is not a break-up with LA Boxing. Whenever I can make a class, I am there. But this is a "let's see other people" kind of thing. Instead of self-sabotaging, I have to start fitting in workouts no matter what it takes. Gone are the days I could mosey to the gym and then go tanning. Gone are the days I could hop on a bike and hit the W&OD trail after work. Gone are the days I could grab a healthy salad for dinner... Ummmm hello- I have kids that need to be picked up, taken to practice, and oh yeah- they need to have dinner, too. It's not about me anymore.
But ya know what... I don't need crutches. I'm not handicapped. Just because I can't make a boxing class doesn't mean I have to be fat forever. I am blessed, and I need to start living like it.:)
New motto: Whatever it takes... :)