Monday, December 29, 2008

Facing reality

Post-comp mind games can be interesting to deal with, even when you're relatively sane, reasonably comfortable with your body and pretty well prepared. There's a whole lot of stuff going on inside your head, some of it subtle, some not so much, including:

- the old "Comp's over, I can eat anything I want now" trap;
- the fairly confronting mission of intentionally gaining body fat (never done that before...);
- plus a huge sense of anti-climax, which is common after any big event that you've planned for, worked towards and looked forward to for some time.

I expected all of those things, but I didn't expect to have such a difficult time dealing with them. I'm not sure why I thought that I'd be different to 99% of competitors ....perhaps that's my superwoman complex shining through. Of course, I also didn't plan for almost three months of stress and massive disruptions to my life immediately following achieving my major fitness goal for the year. If I ever even hint at building another house, somebody PLEASE have me committed....

Christmas added an extra degree of difficulty to staying on-track, and as I said the other day, I was quietly glad when it was over. There's a lot to be said for getting back into a normal routine. I'm not waiting for the New Year; I've already begun as I mean to go on. Food's back to normal, I'm tracking in Calorie King again, I've reinstated my evening walks, and this morning I was out of bed and on my spin bike reasonably early. Getting sweaty before breakfast felt soooo good!

I also had to face the scales, which I haven't done in a while. I wasn't particularly nervous about it - my clothes still fit and I look fine. Not as lean and hard as I'd like, but definitely nowhere near fatty-boombah territory. And although there's a small layer of extra squishiness, I know that much of it is fluid and I have no fears about getting rid of that in fairly short order. I hazarded a guess before stepping onto the scales, and was expecting to see a number in the 59s, or maybe even a 60-point-something. I held my breath (because everybody knows that helps), stepped up and the numbers flickered and settled at 59.0 exactly.

That's not so bad - it's 2kg or so over where I really should be, but given that there's been plenty of Christmas indulgence and a lot less activity than normal, I'm not unhappy.

Now all I need is some serious work in the gym and a bit of nutritional discipline. Losing a little flab and fluid is a minor side issue - the big plan is to build me some muscle! Watch this space.....

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