Boot Camp

I've just returned home from my 3rd week (or 10th session) of boot camp - a 3 days/week fitness program I began upon my return from Arizona, along with my friend Anne Marie, and 9 other masochists. Today I was wishing there had been a volcanic eruption somewhere in the middle of Kansas (no offense to any of the lovely people living there. I'm really just saying this for effect and current events relevency) so that I wouldn't have had to endure the 80 push-ups, 80 step-ups, 5000 million crunches and leg squats that I had to endure today. And my trainer is not even like Jillian - more like Bob, but female. Hey, now! Be nice to Bob, please.

In addition to the the 3 hours a week of torture, I have had to record everything I'm eating and try to maintain a balance of 40% carbs, 40% protein and 30% fat in my 1370 calories I'm supposed to eat everyday. I have to say I have never kept a food log like this, nor have I ever tried to live within any kind of perameters like this. I don't like it. But I'm giving it a go anyway, because I do want to be healthy and fit. (Although, today, I ask myself "Why, really?")

I've made some interesting discoveries: 1. I don't eat ENOUGH 2. I don't get nearly as much protein as I should. 3. I hate to exercise (although I already knew that one).

In three weeks I haven't lost any weight or inches, but I am STRONGER and have more energy. I can actually do 10 REAL push ups now. No knees involved. And I can run a quarter of a mile without dying. So, Hurray for me! I think I'll go reward myself with a brisk walk around the neighborhood and an hard-boiled egg! (or not)