On Push-Ups, Downsizing, and Saying Goodbye to the P*rncess

This has been quite a week! Mostly it’s work stuff that has gone crazy, but what would my life be without a little crazy? I am in that zone where I have so much to do that I’m spinning around in circles unable to land on one thing to work on so I can get it off my list.

Workout: This week I managed not to jack my back, or anything else, and except for one small food timing miscalculation (aka don’t eat within a BIG time window or you will BARF) I made it through an entire week of P90X.

How do I feel? Old. Very, very old. My knees are pissed, every muscle in my body has been pissed at some point, and I am tired at a cellular level. But I also feel pretty good about myself that I can actually do most of the moves. The yoga, surprisingly, is where I feel the least able to keep up. There are too many moves that, at this point, I can’t do. Some of it is because my knee just doesn’t work the way it used to, sometimes my bulk gets in the way because as much as I’ve lost my weight still starts with a 2, but mostly I’m just the world’s least flexible human. I’m getting better, and there are some things I can do better than I could before, but if you’ve been reading here very long at all you know that better is not good enough and I will not be happy until I master that which defeats me right now.

The week hasn’t been without comedy, of course. This is me we are talking about. Take, for example, the time my husband was trying to teach me to do “real” push-ups. I can only do “girly” push-ups on my knees right now, which of course frustrates me (see above with the yoga), so he was trying to explain how to get the full range of motion. See, I have this fear of landing on my face. Like I will go down to a certain point, lose my hold, and smash my face on the floor thus flushing years of painful orthodontia, which really isn’t my idea of a good time.

So he gets down on the floor in plank position, with his shirt off of course so I can be impressed by his musclitude, and tells me that what I need to do is “charge my lats.”

Him: See if you squeeze your sides and charge your lats, you are using your lats to control the motion. You try it.

So I get on the floor in plank position.

Me: How do I flex my lats?

Him: Squeeze your sides. At your ribcage.

Me: How the hell do you squeeze your ribcage??

Him: Just put your mind there and squeeze.

Me: (flexing with all my might, which really means squeezing my eyes shut and trying not to fart) Maybe girls don’t have lats.

Him: *falls on the floor laughing*

I will do those bastard push-ups if it kills me.

Downsizing: For the first time ever I actually sold something on Craigslist. Since I’m not using it anymore, and I now have a gym membership, I couldn’t justify keeping my elliptical so I listed it on Craigslist and it sold. It took a while, but I actually got what I wanted for it and I’m really happy with the whole thing. My husband is also happy because he has a big chunk of space back in his shop.

There are a lot more items in my house that I should part with, some of which seem pointless to sell. Like my cookbooks. I have a crapload of cookbooks that I don’t use because I got a little crazy about collecting them at one point (I can read a cookbook cover to cover like a novel because I’m weird like that), but I think selling them would be more trouble than it’s worth. If I listed them on here (for free) is there anyone who would be interested in them? I’d like to see them go to people who will use them, and I’ll pay to ship them, I just want to pare down my collection to books I actually use. I have a bunch of cake-specific books too that could go to new homes.

Moving: I have chosen a new domain and will be slowly building a new space and moving this blog. I will let you all know when it happens. It’s just time to move away from the floatingprincess name. It hasn’t fit me for a long time, and I’ve been anxious to try something new. I’ve already changed my Twitter name to ellemmes, so if you were wondering were the p*rncess went that’s what happened. It’s time.

I think it’s time for me to head outside. It’s a beautiful day and we’re supposed to have snow next week (what the what?) so I’m going to soak up the sun while I can and go for a run. Have a great week everyone!

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Things I Love – Fitness Edition

There are a lot of things I hate about this getting fit business, like getting up before the butt-crack of dawn, pain, all the planning involved, aches, giving up diet coke…did I mention aches and pains?  But there are also things I love about it and I have to focus on the love part in order to get through the day, so here you go:

  • I love the feeling of accomplishment/self-satisfaction that goes along with sticking to your guns and not wavering from the program, even when it’s really hard.
  • I love working up a sweat.  I don’t know what it is, but I love that moment when I’ve worked up enough of a sweat that it trickles down my face, down my neck, and onto my chest (no, this isn’t porn – stop that brown chicken/brown cow music right now!).  I guess it’s a sign that I’m really working hard and it makes me push even harder. (hey!  Still not porn here – stop that!)
  • You know that moment when you’re at 17:45 on the elliptical (or treadmill) and you think you can’t possibly make it to 20:00 minutes because you’re going to die right now and your legs are going to fall off and really, please God, just make it stop?  And you keep going anyway and get to 20:00 minutes…and then push on to 25:00 minutes just because WTF was with that whining back there at 17:45 anyway?  I love that.
  • I love pushing through barriers.  I love it when I can add 5 or 10 minutes to a workout that I couldn’t do the day before, or finding out I can do exercises I couldn’t do before.
  • I love buying new, heavier weights because it means the ones I have are now too easy for me.
  • I love that I can lift a lot of weight.  A lot of girls don’t dig on lifting weights because they’re afraid of looking bulky.  I know that’s not going to happen because girls just don’t have enough testosterone to build bulky muscles without chemical help.  Muscle burns calories so more is better than less.
  • I love calluses, blisters, and scraped and bruised knuckles on my hands.  They mean I’ve been working hard, and I’m proud of these hands that can do so much.  When we were kettlebelling together a friend told me “blisters are your bitch hands dying,” and I’ve never forgotten that.  Whether it’s from kettlebells or boxing, my hands are definitely not pretty or girly-looking, but they are most definitely functional.
  • I love not being full to the point of feeling like I’m going to burst.  Ever since I stopped with the sodas that “I’m full” mechanism has turned back on in my stomach and I can once again regulate how much I eat.  It feels great to not have that awful bloated, overly full feeling.
  • I love the way my legs feel the rest of the day after a morning elliptical workout.
  • I love to hate my elliptical machine.  I’m glad I got off the fence and spent the money on it last Christmas.  My gimp foot appreciates that I’m not trying to use the treadmill, and it actually feels a lot better than it has in a long time.  I really waffled over that decision because it was not cheap and I was afraid it would sit unused, but it has been worth every single penny.

So there you have it, my list of things I love about getting fit that doesn’t have anything to do with losing weight.  It helps to remember these things when I am so tired I can barely lift my head off the pillow in the morning.

What do you love about getting fit?

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