I’m not a morning person. At all. I go to bed every night dreading the moment I have to wake up the next day. My alarm has at least five snoozes on it and I’ve tried literally everything. I’ve set the alarm to the most obnoxious ring tone I have. I place my phone as far away as possible to me so that I have to get up to turn it off. I try to go to bed earlier so I have more sleep (Am I the only one who counts how many hours of sleep they are going to get before they go to bed? And then has a mini-meltdown when it is anything less than 8?).
Nothing works. Nada. Zilch.
I sleep through the snoozes. I kinda now like the alarm ring tone (or maybe coz I sleep through the snoozes it doesn’t even matter). I somehow find myself back in bed once I’ve turned it off, covers thrown to the side and limbs askew.
Evs is the complete opposite. The alarm goes off and he’s up before the tune finishes. Practically skipping. It’s revolting to see how chirpy he is in the morning. I am lucky in that he graciously lets me sleep to squeeze every last minute out while he has a shower or goes downstairs in the freezing cold to turn on the heating coz I can’t won’t get out of my warm cocoon.
Today was no different. But I woke up to the sound of rain against the windows and buried myself deeper in the covers. Which would have been totally fine if it wasn’t for the fact if I didn’t move my ass I’d be seriously late (and I was also kind of suffocating under the blankets).
I dragged myself out of bed and in a fit of inspiration did Level 2 of the 30 Day Shred. And proceeded to die. I thought doing Level 1 the night before was hard – this was 20 minutes of pure torture. I hate planks, I hate push ups and my arms are sore now. However, I now have definite biceps. Booya!
Whenever I get biceps, I tend to make everyone who is near me feel them. Yep, you heard that right. I WILL go up to you and ask you “feel my biceps”. And even if you are secretly thinking “WHAT biceps??!” please humour me and cop a feel.
Every time I Skype with people at home, I show them off. It’s come to the point where my Dad and I compare biceps every time we talk LOL. I don’t even bother with Evs. His biceps look like he is smuggling tennis balls in his arms and practically the size of my head.
So yesterday I naturally asked my colleague from Melbourne who was sitting next to me to have a bit of a squeeze. I ignored the WTF face she was giving me and extended my arm out to her which she then tentatively touched my bicep. I flexed with all my might and was pretty damn proud if I may so myself.
Still with the same expression on her face, she asked me “Why do you want biceps?”
I looked at her incredulous and deflated my arm. “Why WOULDN’T you want biceps?! To be strong!”
Her face hadn’t changed at all. “Why would you want to be strong?”
Now it was my turn to give her the WTF face.
I don’t understand. Why would you NOT want to be strong? Muscles are sexy. Toned, strong arms are sexy. I love the feeling when I do weights. I love it so much more than cardio. I love knowing that I am just as capable of lifting heavy things without any help, that my body can support and take me anywhere.
Over the last few years in all of my weight loss attempts, I never focused on getting my body fit and healthy. It was all about the number on the scale. No matter how I got there and believe me I have tried it all. Now, I know better. I’m aiming for fit, for healthy, for strong. If I lose weight as part of that then that’s a bonus. I’m doing what I can here in HK, but when I get to Melbourne I plan to get straight back in it. For the moment – Jillian is more than enough .
Maybe I’ll do a post one day on the benefits of weight training – I really can’t recommend it enough – especially if you are trying to fast track your weight loss. It will get you lean, increase your metabolism, replace that fat for muscle and get you strong.
It’s something us women should all keep in mind – Strong is the new skinny.
Do you weight train? And are my biceps not awesome??!