It seems I’ve lost six weeks.
What started out so promising, so strong, surrounded by a crew just as motivated and everyone paying $25 each so the winner gets the total. Although the scale wasn’t showing much, I was feeling better, lifting more, eating well and super consistent with water intake and workouts. Notice it’s all in past tense.
I got covid. I wasn’t feeling well on March 4th, by March 5th it was clear. I was terribly sick that weekend. Today, 33 days later, I still have no taste or smell, still experiencing headaches and for two weeks have experienced a crazy stomach ache….just that, a dull, reminding, annoying ache. It was one week of horrific discomfort and pain with severe flu like symptoms. Then each day was slow and steady improvement. During the improvement phase I’d try working out, then would be so tired that I allowed myself some grace. I knew what my body needed and it wasn’t muscle tear down. It certainly wasn’t cardio when I couldn’t even take a deep breath for a yawn.
But the carbs. The comfort of the carbs. I’m carb sensitive, so even good carbs tend to stick to me. Although there were good carbs in there, for the first time in over a decade I’d craved grilled cheese and fries. And it was freaking delicious. I’d had days of frozen fruit bars to soothe my raging throat. After a few days of very little food but great veggie broths and things, I’d then began giving my body what it craved. Let’s face it; I was willing to do anything to feel better. (And yes, I was taking medicine and a full vitamin regimen).
Since feeling better, my eating has been cleaned up, eating unprocessed foods and plenty of vegetables and some sweet and tart berries daily. There’s been an occasional cheat, dessert with my son while visiting, carrot cake on Easter. Last night when I could’ve had key lime pie, I’d resisted.
The scale shows nothing and I will get on the InBody to check my body fat percentage versus muscle gain, and not that I plan on seeing a change because of everything that’s happened, but to give myself a new starting point for the next six weeks. I’ll be taking measurements and *gasp* maybe even photos and I’ll start again. Mentally, finding a routine again had solidified so many things, but sadly, not feeling well for weeks on end crushed that also.
On top of it all, I’m already bloated and in pain from PMS and my cycle is scheduled for more than a week away. The joys of womanhood.
Today, I’m determined. I’m doing a three day Beauty Cleanse with Organic Pharmer. Although mentally I’ve been taxed, physically I’ve been tired, I’ve been paying attention to my skin care routine and trying to recapture that amazing glow that has gone missing. Diet is a big part of that. So today I’ll fuel my body with the best of the best ingredients, picked and packaged for me and give my body a break from heavy digestion and pump a reboot into these tired organs. After all, you literally are what you eat.
You need to think of your body as a machine that is constantly regenerating itself to keep all it’s parts in an optimal peek state of efficiency. You wouldn’t put deisel fuel in a Maserati. You wouldn’t feed your pets chemicals and byproducts.
Your body has a manufacturing plant of cells that works to replace and renew dead cells. An average adult loses around 300 billion cells every day, and this “cell manufacturing plant” is fuelled by the food that you eat.*
You can’t eat nutritionless food and expect your body’s “cell manufacturing plant” to run efficiently and produce at its best. Eat well, feel well. Eat poorly, well…. you get the idea.
*source https://blog.mindvalley.com/you-are-what-you-eat/
So this week is a reset of sorts. I look forward to the challenge. I definitely look forward to the change.
Gym Girl Dana 