Ok, so I started a new workout program last week. It’s called P90X and it is an extreme home program. At least that’s what the infomercial says. I heard about it from a family member who had just finished her first month, and she couldn’t say enough good stuff about it. She said it was the hardest thing she had ever done, and the best thing she had ever done. Where she had been feeling tired and achy and stuffed into her clothes, she now felt energetic and slim and was wearing jeans she hadn’t worn in forever—and she was down 11+ pounds after the first month. So I went to the website, whipped out the credit card, and told my husband I had a surprise for him…for us!
About 5 years ago, as we approached that magic number of 40, we both worked really hard to lose some weight. We didn’t want to be that couple that just let it all slide as we moved into our forties, claiming we were just too busy with our jobs and our sons and our lives. We wanted to be that couple that spent time taking care of themselves, keeping fit and active. We had our kids early, so we wanted to be able to go out and enjoy the things we didn’t get to do 20 years ago, travel mostly, and look good doing it! And I must admit—we looked pretty good. (Although we haven’t traveled that much yet, but we’re working on it!)
But, of course, over the last five years, a little weight here and a little weight there crept back–we aren’t gross or obese or anything, but we are not fit and trim either. So here we go…or here I go. I started one week ago and he has yet to join me, but he will at week’s end, when he returns from a business trip. I love it—I’ve actually gained two pounds, but I’m told that is perfectly normal in the first two weeks. Seems as your lame, tired body with no tone begins to use those underdeveloped muscles, they get sore and inflamed and retain some fluid. No worries—after about two weeks, the muscles adjust and release the fluid. For this, I can be patient!
By the way, this is the hardest, most extreme exercise routine I have ever tried—and I trained for a half-marathon 3 years ago! Some of the exercises are just cruel and unusual punishment—and I can barely do many of them. But I have a great coach in my 10-year-old son, and his cheers of “you can do it, Mom” and “hey, I can see a few muscles there,” give me hope. So I will lunge forward and keep on keepin’ on!