|Funky new trainers, yeah!|
After two years of battling the voices in my head, I seem to have finally overcome my deep-down belief that anything not involving heavy lifting isn't "real" weight training. After all, all the "experts" tell you that you have to lift hard and heavy to get results. Don't even think about picking up those pink dumbbells; get yourself into the weights room with the serious folks. So being told "strictly no lifting of heavy weights" by your team of medical professionals doesn't sit well with me.
I can tell myself till I'm blue in the face that doing what's right for my injured body isn't the same as being a wimp, but believing it is a whole other thing. Cue negative self-talk, attempts to do things I shouldn't (which always end badly), and regular bouts of chucking in the towel, because: this sucks, and what's the POINT anyway?
It's taken some work, but over the past few weeks I've managed to make peace with myself and - not surprisingly - I'm enjoying training once again. That's been a long time coming. I still wasn't totally convinced that my strange leg workouts involving bodyweight exercises, some light-ish dumbells and a stability ball would really be effective. But I find myself sweating, my muscles burn and shake and the next day I'm hit with some pretty nasty DOMS, so I'd say that's evidence enough that they're doing the job.
Of course, there's a flow-on effect. When I'm feeling the lerve in my training sessions, I get a momentum going and never miss one. And that makes me far less likely to eat any old crap, because my whole mindset shifts and besides, I just don't get those impulses that spur me on to forage in the pantry and shovel in any old thing. Or if I do, they're easy to dismiss.
The upshot of all this is a much happier Kek - and also a little bit less of me. It's nice to see the scale numbers moving downwards again. I've been carrying that extra 5kg of excess baggage for way too long.
This morning's gym workout was a particularly good one. I got onto the treadmill to warm up and had an inexplicable urge to crank out a Body-for-LIFE HIIT cardio session. I know! Am I crazy? Quite possibly....but I did it anyway. And then I moved onto my leg workout. Only a couple of weeks ago, I was self-conscious and awkward about my squats holding a plate or dumbbell, my super-light Romanian deadlifts and so on, but today? I didn't care. I just focused on what I was doing and got lost in the moment. I *may* have got so engrossed in what I was doing that I forgot where I was and sang out loud along with my iPod (it was Lady Gaga; come on!), but I'm sure the other gym patrons enjoyed it. ;o)
And by the way, I might not be capable of deadlifting more than my own bodyweight, but I can still rock a plank with my feet on a medicine ball. It's a small victory, but I'll take it.