I'm done sitting around waiting for my pseudo-plateau to end. I've been at roughly the same spot for about 6 weeks or so, and I know why: I need muscle. I've lost a little over 40 pounds but only about 5% of my body fat. So today I got myself to the gym and signed up with a personal trainer.
I'm not gonna lie, I wasn't too excited about it. I have never enjoyed strength training. I've done it, but I get bored easily with it, and eventually quit. And I really need someone to walk me through a gym's weight equipment, even if I've used it before at another gym. I have this mental block about it. I've been a member of this gym for a few years now (24 Hour Fitness) but have never taken this step with the weights. Also, I haven't gone at all in about 9 months....
So my appointment was with Jaylen, who looks to be in his mid-20s. He's just what you want in a personal trainer: fit but not intimidating, very friendly, and very confident that he can help you achieve your goals. We went through where I've been and where I want to go, he did weight and measurements (my body fat measured about 5% less than my scale has been measuring me...which was nice) and we did an assessment. He taught me the beginnings of a circuit training routine, gave me homework, and I paid for some sessions. I go back on Tuesday. I am to do an hour of activity every day, and do my circuit 4 days a week. He promises to change it up so I don't get bored and so I see regular improvement. And that's that.
After my initial workout, I definitely felt it in my legs. Going down stairs is a challenge, and I'm sure it will be even more so tomorrow. (And my house is 3 stories...oy) But I feel like this can actually help me get things back in gear. I'm glad I did it. And I'm glad I finally followed through with what I knew I needed to do.
Meanwhile, the second summer heat wave has passed, and we had a lovely afternoon of 75 degrees today. My garden is doing phenomenally well: I have baby cukes and pumpkins on the vines, I've harvested peas and greens and even some of my carrots, and I've found almost every square inch of potential gardening space in my backyard and used it. Lots of planters, new raised beds, improvised planters, using all the sunny spots. My poppies and cosmos are blooming, as well as my dahlias and hydrangeas--I planted about 5 new ones this year--and my sunflowers are getting tall. My herb garden is bursting and my new rhubarb seems to be surviving after a pretty rocky start. I have green tomatoes on all my plants, so I hope to have ripe ones in a few weeks. That pumpkin patch has me singing "Feed me, Seymour!" every time I go in the backyard: it's taking off across the yard, spilling into the bed next door and all over the lawn. Maybe I'll scale the pumpkins back next year.
There is something very satisfying to me about going into the backyard and seeing everything I've planted, growing. When I feel down about life, I feel better watching my daughter play in the garden, all the things I've taken part in creating, growing together.