Days #8 and #9: On My Own

Day #8 was hard. Not because I was pushed to the limit or because I had to persevere through a tough workout. It was hard because after a week of pushing my body far beyond what it's been through before, I hadn't lost one single pound of weight. If you're just joining me on my journey, my goal is to lose between 30-40 pounds of fat before my fight and trust me, I have it to lose. Truth be told it was hard to convince myself to eat nothing but fish for lunch, strap on the boxing gloves and push myself. I'm impatient like that, I guess. But I did... I ate nothing but fish for lunch, I put the gloves on and pushed myself again, trying to remind myself that someone would be trying to kick me in the face and if I didn't hit them before they hit me, I would lose. Sure, finishing the workout was hard, but not as hard as starting the workout.

Day #9 wasn't as tough because, although I had to wake up early and leave my sleeping girlfriend (and nobody looks more cozy when they're sleeping) to drive to Orleans to kick my own ass. I did three miles on the treadmill in "rounds" of three minutes with my hands up and then did a lifting circuit. It was the first time I lifted since I started training. I had been lifting prior to ... but when I wasn't able to lift my arms I stopped. Again, it's been tough to motivate myself when I haven't dropped any weight but I know I will see results soon. Plus, I have my first sparring session coming up soon, though I don't know who it will be against or when it will be, I've been told I'll be throwing punches at a real life human soon (who will also be throwing punches at me). So I guess I'd better keep pushing myself! Go me!