It's no secret that Matt and I are overweight, and to some it's not a secret that as of January 4th he and I have been in a friendly competition with family members to see who can lose the biggest percentage of our starting weight by May 3rd. So far we've both done great - he's lost 10 lbs and I've lost 9 lbs. The major change in diet has been an easy one, all the salads and fresh fruits and veggies have been a breeze to get used to. Eating less has been a piece of cake to (mmmm...cake). Now the thing that is embarrassing to admit is just how freaking out of shape I am.
On Monday I decided to lap our stairs for my workout - if you've seen our stairs you know that they are quite steep! I wasn't able to do them as long as I had hoped, but what I did accomplish made me feel pretty darn good. Fast forward to yesterday morning when I nearly fell getting out of bed because my legs were like JELL-O and they were on FIRE! It was hell trying to get my legs to do anything, let alone try and work out again. Even walking or trying to sit down hurt like I'd done a thousand squats - and all I had done was walk up and down the stairs for 7 minutes! I thought for sure I'd feel better today, but I see no improvement. I've been trying to move them as much as I can, keep myself hydrated (which is so hard for me because I have never been one to drink enough in the first place), ibuprofen or muscle relaxers in my system, and now as I type this I've got a hot pad on them, and so far I'm still miserable.
Here's hoping tomorrow they finally start to get better. I don't want to push myself to injury, but DAMMIT this was only the start of my exercising! I'd like to get a chance to get into the habit of doing it before I start slacking off due to laziness. I have a freaking wedding to stand up in come July, for goodness sakes!
Oh, yeah, and I'd like to not be a fat ass anymore too.
