6 weeks ago, I started a 3-month bootcamp with this trainer, L.B. Smith (who is amazing, by the way, and if you’re living in Tallahassee you should check out his classes) with the goal of losing about 8 lbs or lowering my overall body fat percentage from 30 to 22.
For 6 weeks, I followed his diet plan (about 1,700 calories) and made every workout, which included two-a-days on Mondays and Fridays. And nothing changed. Zip. Nada.
And then I quit my state job that was literally sucking the life and soul out of me and joined a real estate startup that is equal parts awesome and terrifying…and I lost 5 pounds.
It seems a little counterintuitive – that I join a more risky company, where I know less about the core business model and the expectations are literally sky high in comparison to my last job – and I lose weight…but guess what?! I am ridiculously fucking happy. And excited to go to work every morning.
So I guess happiness really IS the secret ingredient…mom was right.
I’ve had a lot of time to process almost every negative emotion: sadness, anger, depression, rage, frustration, fuck-it-maybe-my-dad-was-right (does that count as an emotion?).
But mostly I’ve had this overwhelming feeling of “what’s next?”
Right now, it’s not another competition.
I’ve done the triathlon thing, long distance running, soccer, swimming, even adult league kickball. And while they all have their merits, I don’t get the same feeling of excitement and passion as I do when I lift.
So the bottom line is – I don’t have a competition plan. And it stresses me out because I have plans, and then I have backup plans and then I have backup plans for those plans.