Starting Again

Movement is a medicine for creating change in a person's physical, emotional, and mental states. 
--Carol Welch

Yesterday I began the 30 day journey that is Jillian Michaels, "Making the Cut." This is my second attempt at this program, the first time I completed 28 pretty flawless days and lost about 9lbs. It was great time and I got to do most of it with two other people. Jillian's workouts are tough, and when I first started I could barely get through the 5 circuit nightmare. She pairs the workout regimen with a pretty strict but manageable diet. I never felt hungry, but I often ran out of time to prepare.

This second trip is intended to be from yesterday until Christmas day with a week break while I'm home and on vacation from work. Then starting back up 1/4-1/19. I want to lose 9 lbs before the Superbowl. Five before Christmas, and 4 after. I will not completely quit working out during that week break, but I'm trying to be realistic about the affects of going home and being around my family for all that time.

Yesterday, I had a great workout, ate really well during the day, but had some emotional news last night that caused me to eat cookies and finish off my leftover Chinese food. So, a bit of a fail there. However, I choose to focus on the start of a great workout program... Today starts the diet (not as in eating less, but eating differently).

Day 1 Work Out:
Circuit 1:
Presses on Body Ball
Squats
Sprint

Circuit 2:
Plank
Push-Ups
Side Plank
Plank
Burpies
Sumo Squats
Sprint

Circuit 3:
Push-Ups
Squats
Shoulder Presses
Jump Rope

Circuit 4:
Bench Dips
Tricep Presses
Lunges
Mountain Climbers (ugh, kill me)
Boat Pose

Circuit 5:
Jump Rope
Bicycle Crunches
Extended Plank

The first time I did this workout, I thought I was going to die. Yesterday, I simply felt like I was going to throw up. So good improvement there. Today is Day 2, and will be just as hard. Gotta love the incline runs...

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