All Work and No Training Makes Me Wobble

It's been a week and a half, maybe two weeks since I last trained. I feel awful. I have been a bit off the boil with training anyway, my game has been somewhat lacking. Couple that with sudden, looming essay deadlines and having to park training firmly on the back seat, all at once the wobble begins to lurk. You can feel it creeping ever closer, like a strangely, ninja webble.

(It's coming)

So I made a promise to myself, last week was essay week. A week of bad food and no training, a week of not giving a damn. I hardly moved, I ate curry and cheese and sweets and more cheese and did I mention cheese. It was wonderful.

Today, however marks the start of a new week, a new game plan and a new set of rules. Today I trained like a boss. Today I fought back at the demons.

It helps of course, that I have come away for a couple of night with my Mum, Aunt and Cousin. We are having a spa break. Which of course for my Mum, Aunt and Cousin means relaxing, good food, a treatment or two and some more relaxing, at a push they might utilise the pool. For me it has been something quite different. Poached eggs on toast for breakfast, training, spa treatment, soup, training, dinner. Now admittedly as you can see I haven;t exactly nailed the nutrition, I may have under done it a little. I promise steak for dinner, which may redress the balance, if not undo the damage. It's not a regular thing, so hopefully the impact won't be too bad and I have at least kept up my hydration.

My training, this morning, on my own was a little haphazard, but it felt good to be moving again and I need to keep in mind, that at least it is better than nothing. This afternoon I joined one of the classes on offer and was fortunate enough to pick one with no other participants, so essentially I had a free PT session. Sweet. I have written that session up and you can see it as today's other post.

So it is time for game face, for go hard or go home, it's time to sweat like I mean it. With Christmas coming it's going to be hard to maintain, but I have a plan, so watch this space.

7th December Workout

Jogging on spot (regular, high knees, butt kicks, sprints)

Kettle bell swings

Squat with straight arm raise

Straight arm raise across body, floor to full reach.

15 side to side jumps over the mat

15 body weight squat jumps

10 side to side jumps over the mat

10 body weight squat jumps

(2 sets)

Start one end of mat

Plank position (straight arms) hold half press

Crab walk in plank position to other end of mat

Plank position (straight arms) hold half press

(repeat for 5)

Plank position (straight arms) cross body knee lift

(repeat for 20)

Plank position (straight arms) hold half press

Crab walk in plank position to other end of mat

Plank position (straight arms) hold half press

(repeat for 5)

Plank position (straight arms) cross body knee lift

(repeat for 20)

Jumping lunges (for 15)

Single leg squats (for 5-8)

(4 sets alternating single leg)

Sitting on the swiss ball with legs lifted – balance

Plank roll outs on Swiss Ball (for 20)

Crunches to the knee

Scissor kicks

Crunches to the knee

Butterfly kicks

Crunches to the knee

Lifted straight leg rotations

Full sit up with weight above the head

Leg raise to hip raise

Full sit up with weight above the head

Leg raise to hip raise with twist each side

Full sit up with weight above head

Plank (forearms) with punches

Plank with alternate limb raises then opposite limb raises (hold for 15 secs on each)

Sometimes just....Life

Training is well and truly out of the window at the moment. My mind is getting the workout instead of my body. I am absolutely shattered, I would much rather be gym tired than essay tired, but needs must and all that.

It is really taking its toll on my mental well being. Not only am I dealing with the "OH MY GOD WHAT IF I FAIL" demons, they are being backed up by a rousing chorus of "THEN YOU'LL BE FAT AND A FAILURE". So that is fun. It is taking a lot of mental will power to remind myself that I can't do everything, and sacrificing training will be worth it. Not least because when I get back I will be ready, able and willing to put my absolute heart and soul into it.

Balance is still not easy though. The mentalness going on between my internal demons is not giving me a lot of breathing space to battle the external manifestations, such as shoving chocolate down my maw faster than Christmas is drawing upon us. Oh and my, what a time of year for temptations eh? I could easily wolf an entire packet of Orange Matchsticks in about 20 seconds given the opportunity.

On the other hand I am trying to remind myself, that with all this crazyness and temptation and feeling drained, the fact that I am maintaining a level of operation in my life, that is good enough, is a pretty impressive achievement. If I can operate at this level, under this much pressure, imagine what else I could achieve if I put my mind to it. That is of course assuming I don't succumb to the fat girl inside of me, all she really wants for Christmas is the opportunity to develop type 2 diabetes.