Hi, I'm Petra and this is my weight loss/fitness blog.
I used to be on Weight Watchers from January 2011 to October 2012, dropping approximately 45 lbs. I've made the transition from unhealthy and unhappy to athlete and this is my journey to becoming a healthier, happier me. I frequently post about my exercise (mostly running, yoga and lifting), the foods I eat, recipes I liked and my daily struggles. You'll also find the occasional tree hugger post, (travel) photography or anything else I find worth remembering and collecting.
I follow most blogs back that follow me. However, I do stay away from blogs that promote EDs, unhealthy methods of weight loss or negative body image.
Feel free to say hi any time!
I know I give my body a lot of grief for how it looks, for not giving me the weight I want to see on the scale, for this and this and this. Yesterday reminded me that my body also deserves a lot of love and respect andkudos.
I took my bootcamp class in the morning at the gym. Bishop had us do lots of ab work still. Planks. All kinds of plank jumps and twists that exist and then some he probably spontaneously came up with. Burpees. Pushups. Sit-ups with 25 lbs, leading to burpees and an overhead dumbpress. Then mountain climbers and scissor kicks and leg flutters and everything and more. He really likes torturing our abs. We then also did some upper body work, specifically targeting delts, lats, biceps and triceps.
It was hard. But never once did my body fail me. It didn’t complain (it forced me to take a rest a couple of times, but went back at it without moaning). It didn’t quit our friendship. Because you know what, self, your body treats you a lot better than you treat it. Give your body some goddamn respect and love.
After the class, I ran a little over 2 miles at a 9:13 pace. And at night, I even took a Level 2 - 3 yoga class that includes lots of chaturangas, planks, jumping from downward facing dog into a forward bend and then back into a plank. It includes some really, really crazy bends and binds. And get this, our peak pose was the full wheel. Something you’ve been so, so scared of self. Something you’ve never in your life been able to do because you’re scared of turning yourself upside down and because you don’t have the strength to push through. But last night, after your body had already worked so, so hard in the morning, you almost got it. Twice. A couple more tries and you would’ve gotten it.
So give your body some goddamn love. Love it as unconditionally as it loves you. Accept it. Cherish it. It’s a lot nicer to you than you’ve ever been to it. And no matter how many times you’re mean to your body and no matter how many times you talk badly about it and hate it in front of your girlfriends, your body always loves and forgives and still tries its hardest. It’s time you make some ammends.
My day in le forme du bullets:
Ugh. I feel so fat and ugly today. I know it’s just bloating and the fact that I ate a lot (of healthy food) after my 10 mile run yesterday. I also know that my 0.2 lbs gain was not a real gain. But damn, I feel awful.
Not sure when I became that person, but I went to bed last night, actually looking forward to getting up at 5:30 this morning because it meant I was going to run. Who does that? Hah.
So this morning, I went for a 5 mile run in Central Park. It was still dark when I headed out just before 6 and there were only a handful of people in the park. I did my usual loop (from CP South up to the Met, across the Great Lawn and back down), with the only difference that I looped around the Great Lawn twice. My legs felt extremely heavy and I thought I was going slow. Despite having to walk for about two minutes after my second Great Lawn lap, I ran everything at a 9:46 pace. I was rather pleased with myself.
I had a little scare moment when I came out of the shower and had this immense urethra pain (tmi, sorry). It passed after a few minutes but while it lasted, it hurt so much I thought I was going to be sick. I never had anything like that before and I didn’t think I’d done anything different (run differently, eaten or drank differently, etc.) It was weird and I still don’t know what to make of it. I felt completely fine as soon as it passed. It was so weird.
Despite already having been up for over 4 hours, I feel strangely energized and awake. And hungry.
I’m ready for this day!