Day 54: Yoga; Day 55: Plyo

Okay, okay.  I've really, really messed up this week.  I've messed up with working out, I've messed up with eating, and I've messed up with blogging.  Just plain old messed up.  I took "recovery week" way too literally, and I'm regretting it fully.  At least I'm putting it in writing to remind myself of how not to do my next recovery week. 

So, here's the deal.  I wimped out on plyo yesterday and did yoga again.  BUT--I only did the first half of the yoga workout.  It still counts in my book since that first half is really crazy, but it was still dogging it.  I hang my head contritely. 

I've been eating crap all week.  And wouldn't you know it, my moods have been down in the dumps.  I mean the DUMPS.  Since I started this whole fitness/eating right regimen as a way to combat depression, it's no wonder I was feeling pretty blue when I wasn't working out to my full potential or eating anything that was nutritionally redeeming. 

I woke up this morning with a new resolve.  I can't change this last week.  It's done.  There are a couple extra pounds on the scale to show for it.  I scared myself straight after seeing how quickly I can slide back down that slope.  I didn't realize I was so on the edge, and now, I have to work harder to get away from that edge. 

I did toy with the idea of going full on Body-for-Life, but after looking more into it, I can't do it.  I really can't.  There's just not enough there to keep me going on P90X.  I'm going to get back to doing my food journal, which really helps, and I'm going to pay extra close attention to my portion sizes.  I also need to be more deliberate with eating regularly every couple of hours.  This is the only way to keep myself from full-on bingeing. 

So, with my new resolve, I jumped out of bed and kicked it into high plyo gear.  Really, when you need to adjust your fitness/eating attitude, a good dose of plyo is the way to go.  It's that amazing.  I did it barefoot today to see if that would help the balls of my feet.  It actually went very well.  I was shocked.  I thought it would hurt more.  I've been having some achilles issues, and the no shoes kind of aggravated that.  HOWEVER, that pain was actually easier to work around than the pain I get in the balls of my feet.  So, it was a trade-off. 

This next week will be a totally different week, friends.  There are a couple new workouts on the schedule.  I finally got a pull-up bar and some even stronger bands, so that's going to kick my butt.  I will blog better.  I promise. 

Thank you for being my support system.  I would have quit a while ago if I didn't think there were people that would be kind of sad for me if I did. 

Let's do this!

Days 54 and 55:  Barely brought, but brought nonetheless.