Holy sweat city!

So Monday is leg day in the land of Beachbody #MBF (Muscle burns fat), and first of all, let me tell you how overjoyed I was when I saw a text from my sister on the group thread this morning just before 7, saying she hadn’t slept the night before and needed to catch some winks. I jumped right on that train and told the group I would work out later with my sister. I guess today she’s not Persistent Amanda. Today she’s Tired Amanda. And Tired Amanda needs a workout buddy, because doing it alone is the pits. 

So Tired Amanda ended up not being able to work our until after she put her kids to bed, and that worked for me, although I do have to admit that it’s extremely nice to have the workout over and done with before I even start work for the day. It’s kind of like when I worked at McDonald’s the summer I graduated high school and before I went to Germany. I worked 5am-1pm and I was basically a zombie for the first part of the day, but then I took a nap every afternoon and had the majority of the day to do whatever I wanted and it was basically the best thing ever! Also, on a side note, I was a rockstar working front drive through, and they called me SuperKate and gave me a medal because I was so speedy. They don’t even give medals at McDonald’s, but they gave me one! 

Another side story from McDonald’s because I still think it’s hilarious to this day: there was this kid named Noah that worked there, and one day he said, “no offense, but my dog’s name is Katie.” I said, “That’s cool. My last name is Noah.”  He didn’t believe me for the longest time. 😂😂😂

Anyway, excuse my side stories. So my calf muscles have been hurting and warning me that they’re about to jump ship all day, and today is leg day. So I welcomed the extra hours to recover and use my foam roller on those bad boys. I used to get horrible knots in my calf muscles when I played soccer, and then in my twenties I would get them in the middle of the night and they would suddenly wake me up with excruciating pain. I’m so fortunate to have not had that happen in more than ten years, but I’m still extra careful to go easy when I feel those muscles threatening to go old school. 

So yeah. Leg day. Four minutes into it, my quads started to burn like a wildfire, so I had to modify the moves and not lunge quite as low. But the thing kicked my butt regardless, and before long, I was POURING sweat. So. Much. Sweat. I had left my amazing Norwex workout towel (which I one million percent recommend to everyone! If you want to do yourself a favor and buy one, let me know and I’ll give you the link to buy one from my friend’s Norwex party. And yes, I make a commission if you’re wondering. But I only started selling Norwex because I couldn’t stop talking about it.) in the bedroom where Tim was sleeping, like a FOOL! I didn’t realize I would need it so badly! Good thing it was just my sister on FaceTime with me instead of my whole group, because I had to wipe my sweat with my shirt and I don’t love to show people my stomach. If you hunt down my episode of Altar’d, you can see my stomach on there, but I won’t be flashing it around town any time soon. 

Anyway, so now I’m all showered and fresh, with a cat laying on me while I write this, and I am ready to head to bed. After all, I have a 7 a.m. workout group with which to grace my sweaty presence. I REALLY wish I had a pool I could to jump into after workouts.

 

Big Things!

For the last few months, my sister has been talking to me about her morning workout group. 

Amanda: "You should join me! You would love it! We could do it together and it would be so good!" 

Me: "What are the dizzity deets?" (To spice up my life recently, I either add a bunch of unnecessary syllables to words or don't use full words. This is the way. Also, I didn't actually say that, but it's consistent with the lingo I use with my sister. Recently I DID say this phrase to my husband: "Hey Babe, can you get the lasagns out of the freeze? Thanks.")

Amanda: "You buy the Beachbody streaming workout and then you get on Zoom with my group every morning at 7am! It would be so good for you and you would seriously love it!"

Me: "HAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA"

This will probably not come as a shock to most people that I HATE MORNINGS. I LOVE working from home, because I literally set my alarm for 3 minutes before my first morning meeting, roll out of bed and stumble into my workday. I'm supes class like that. (AKA super classy. I'm just giving some more fun examples of my current strike on full words. Don't worry, I realize it's totes ridic. We all need a little fun in our lives right now.)

Also, I have a gym membership and I have home workouts and I've sort of been doing the dancy Figure 8 workout I bought a few months ago, and it's a disgusting swamp in my house all the time because it's monsoon season in AZ and we have a swamp cooler. I now realize to the full extent why they named it that. I half expect an alligator to crawl up from under the house at any moment.

So Amanda, or PERSISTENT AMANDA as we'll call her in this episode of "How I wore my sister down," would leave it alone for a few weeks and then bring it up again. I continued to laugh at her attempts because above all else, my hatred for the morning runs deep and prevails over most things. I'm not even kidding, when I woke up on my wedding day, I thought, "I mean, do I HAVE to get up? How important is this wedding thing?" Clearly the wedding thing won that day, as I now possess an adorable and quirky husband who can't wait to have kids. And neither can I, but we've had no success in the pregnancy department, and we're coming up on four years of marriage.

So we're seeing a reproductive specialist. Besides the obviousness of just having to lose weight to increase my chances of getting pregnant and carrying healthy babies (we're praying for twins, I only want to be pregnant once. I'm gettin' OLD!), I was FINALLY diagnosed with PCOS after telling my last few doctors that I strongly suspected that I have it and them pretty much brushing it aside. Long story short, PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome) makes it difficult to get pregnant because it messes with my hormones and ovulation. The doctor is confident in helping me ovulate, and he also gave me some new diet tips that he thinks will help me lose weight (daily probiotic sauerkraut and lots of seafood among new supplements and other stuff) and I'm suddenly feeling the urge to also work out and get this thing going.

It has been incredibly difficult for me to lose weight for about the past 5 years, even when I've had consistent workout plans and nutrition in place. Tim and I did a 40 day sugar fast recently, and I did not lose a single pound. And I am a stickler for following the rules and not cheating. My body just isn't responding like it used to as I get older. Also with the pandemic closing everything down and shortening hours, even when they did open the gym back up the hours are limited and I can't go in the evenings when I've historically preferred to work out.

So with all of these factors in place, last weekend I'm talking to Persistent Amanda, and she brings up the workout group again. 

Persistent Amanda: "You really should do it. We're starting a new challenge on Monday and it's $100 for an entire year of Beachbody on Demand, so you get access to all the workout programs."

Me: "Ugghhhhh fine."

Persistent Amanda: "Ok, I'm gonna send you a link to sign up right now."

*Ding* (imaginary email noise immediately)

Me: "This is $160."

Persistent Amanda: "I know, but you get a bag of Shakeology, which is usually a lot more, and you get access to the nutrition program, and it's a really really good deal."

Me: "I really can't do more than $100 right now because it's the rent check week, and with the next paycheck I was gonna get (our kitten) Ham's balls chopped off, but then Tim reminded me that his car needs an alignment and mine needs a transmission flush and..."

*Ding* (Venmo app notification) Amanda Spaulding has sent you $60

Persistent Amanda: "Check your Venmo, Dude."

Me: "Well, I guess I'm signing up now."

So against a lot of odds, Monday morning I started the mbf (muscle burns fat) Beachbody program, and it's a lot like cross fit, and it's really good. I was not excited about starting it or the earlyness of the group Zoom workout, and from Tuesday to Thursday my quads were excruciatingly painful, but it's been most of a week now, and I am actually really loving this change! It gets me going in the morning, and it's really nice to just have it done and out of the way, and I'm starting to feel actual desire to work out again. I still dread the waking up part, and I think that will always be the case, but I can push past that and attack these workouts like the old Fitness K8! 

I know that so many of you need the same accountability that I need to consistently work out, and for that reason, yesterday I upgraded my account to become a Beachbody coach, and I'm asking you all to consider joining me! Come join my team and let me encourage you daily, because that has always been the best way for me to stay motivated! There are SO many different types of workouts to choose from, and you don't even have to do the same one I'm doing if you don't want to! But please join me! Let's take back 2020 from the nightmare it's trying to be. There are still four months left in this year, and we can achieve a lot in that time! The endorphins are necessary to get us through this thing!

The MBF program is 21 days, and these are my before photos. My starting weight was 279. Seriously, if I can do this, anyone can!