{"id":10660,"date":"2015-04-08T09:30:36","date_gmt":"2015-04-08T14:30:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=10660"},"modified":"2015-04-08T09:30:36","modified_gmt":"2015-04-08T14:30:36","slug":"in-which-she-revisits-her-fitness-goals-alternate-title-sisyphus-redux","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2015\/04\/08\/in-which-she-revisits-her-fitness-goals-alternate-title-sisyphus-redux\/","title":{"rendered":"In which she revisits her fitness goals (alternate title: Sisyphus redux)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"drop_cap\">A<\/span>lright, I give up. I charged my FitBit and I started tracking calories again. I guess I&#8217;m back on the wagon.<\/p>\n<p>It was just shy of a year ago that I capitulated to counting calories with My Fitness Pal, and it did work for me. From a high of 183 lbs, I worked my way up and down to a late summer low around 175 lbs, but I never really made it below that. (I was aiming for 170, which is ironically the weight I was in 2005 when I joined weight watchers for the last time. My 15 year low is 163, where I ended up after six months on Dr Bishop&#8217;s weight loss plan, after topping out after Lucas was born at a way-too-heavy for me 192. I&#8217;m saying the numbers out loud so I stop feeling shamed by them. I hope it works.) After a sedentary winter with too many chips and Beloved learning to bake, I&#8217;ve been trying to get back on track with increased exercise alone, but my weight isn&#8217;t really budging. So. Calorie counting it is. It sucks, but it works.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t really hate it as much as I thought I did. I like to have projects, and it&#8217;s the quiet season for photography, so I will obsess about my own health and fitness for a while. I am my current project. And like almost all of my projects, in two or three quick skips I&#8217;ve gone from mildly interested to engaged to obsessive.<\/p>\n<p>The first significant phase of my project was yoga. My friend Yvonne mentioned hot power yoga at Mountaingoat Yoga in passing one day, and my interest was piqued. I&#8217;d been thinking I&#8217;d like a pilates class for strength, and though I am terribly intimidated by fitness classes (I&#8217;ve had a GoodLife membership for 10 years and never once attended a class), I started in late February and haven&#8217;t missed a weekly class yet. Hell, I even bought a yoga top, 75% off on the clearance rack at Gap. <\/p>\n<p>Despite my best intentions and what felt like an increased attention to making good choices, the scale refused to reward my good behaviour. Not only that, but one day I happened to position myself in yoga class in full view of the mirror, and comparing what I thought I looked like to what I actually looked like (especially compared to everyone else) was a harsh reality check. I am not on the large side of healthy, I am overweight.<\/p>\n<p>So. This week I have attended two yoga classes and gone to the gym twice for cardio workouts on the elliptical machine and the rower. I took an hour walk with the boys on Sunday, started tracking my steps and calories, and walked a kilometer to the boys&#8217; school to pick them up and walk the kilometer back home. I&#8217;ve resisted Easter chocolates and made good food choices. I practically skipped to the gym this morning, so keen was I to reap the rewards of my sustained and extended efforts. You know what I got?<\/p>\n<p>Nothing.<\/p>\n<p>Sigh.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s where the reference to Sisyphus comes in. I feel like this is how it is, all the time:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/postcardsfromthemothership\/3385880850\" title=\"65:365 Sisyphus by Danielle Donders, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm4.staticflickr.com\/3639\/3385880850_0661dfa7d6_z.jpg\" class=\"frame aligncenter\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" alt=\"65:365 Sisyphus\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Oh I know, you don&#8217;t have to say it. The scale only shows my relationship to gravity, right? And I&#8217;m probably building muscle tone and losing fat. And it takes time to make progress. Blah blah blah. I know, I know. I&#8217;m just so frustrated that I feel like Sisyphus up there, always ALWAYS pushing against that rock.  I know that if I keep tracking steps and calories that I&#8217;ll make progress, just like I did last year. And I know that eventually I&#8217;ll get tired of it or something shiny will come along and distract me, and I&#8217;ll lose focus and the weight will creep back up again.<\/p>\n<p>Bah. I&#8217;m just tired of struggling against being tired, yanno? I sleep 8 &#8211; 9 hours a day and I&#8217;m still tired &#8211; and sitting on the couch feels sooooooo good. I really think that it&#8217;s not food I&#8217;m battling here &#8211; my food choices are really not bad even when I&#8217;m not tracking calories. Not great, but not excessive. It&#8217;s my sedentary life that&#8217;s the rock I have to keep pushing up that hill.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Alright, I give up. I charged my FitBit and I started tracking calories again. I guess I&#8217;m back on the wagon. It was just shy of a year ago that I capitulated to counting calories with My Fitness Pal, and it did work for me. From a high of 183 lbs, I worked my way &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2015\/04\/08\/in-which-she-revisits-her-fitness-goals-alternate-title-sisyphus-redux\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;In which she revisits her fitness goals (alternate title: Sisyphus redux)&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[72],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10660","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-me-only-better"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10660","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10660"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10660\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10665,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10660\/revisions\/10665"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10660"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10660"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10660"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}