Be an AHB Rockstar: Megan Week 5.

DUN, DUN, DUN! The most dreaded day has come. Measurements day. I was very discouraged by what that spawn of Satan of a scale told me. I was the same weight. I have been going to boot camps, eating healthier, and drinking more water so I thought I would see a bit more of a difference. Some days I feel different, healthier, and I think “ya, I got this. I’m totally losing weight” and then that freaking scale shows up to the party and ruins it. Seeing how frustrated I was and before I could break down, Alicia did the body fat test and took some measurements. The body fat thing (sorry, I really have no idea what the real name is) said that I was down 1% body fat. My waist had also gone down in the measurements. Don’t get me wrong, I was really happy about this, but I wanted the scale. Alicia said that this was a good start and is progress but she also challenged me. Have I really been doing absolutely everything on my plan and committing to this new lifestyle 100%?

Now, to be fair, I haven’t been the best on my off days from boot camp. For some reason I just can’t get into the dreadmill, I mean treadmill, work out. I get so bored. I would love to fast forward to the running group to be heald accountable and not be stuck on a machine. I want so badly to love running but I just have not gotten close to it yet and it aggravates the hell out of me. I want to be that person to be excited for a run and do well at it. And yes, I know, you have to practice, take baby steps, blah blah blah but I am not one for patience as you can tell. But I will get there…some day. Hopefully soon.

Following measurements, I had the most intense personal training session with Alicia. I don’t want to call it punishment, but that is what it felt like! I was expecting our regular routine but from out of the corner the girl whipped out a treadmill. A. TREADMILL. Clearly I hate those things so much that I am oblivious to the fact there was one folded up in the corner the whole time. And I like that relationship me and the dreadmill have: avoidance. But not anymore. I ran, I sprinted, I lifted, I burpeed, and I died. But it was worth it. And shocker, I was better at it when I was with Alicia vs when I tried to do it on my own. I felt like I could somewhat do it. And with her having me do that, I realized that I am capable I just need to get my butt in gear and go. Easier said than done though. But this is just one little hurdle I can overcome and I will.