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I am still alive after more than 2 weeks of working out 6 times a week. The work-out has been tiring but going a lot better than I expected.

Hitting the gym before work 3 times a week has opened my eyes to a new fact… I am much more energised and in a better mood than when I do not work out in the morning. I am tired yes, getting up at 6am is really not something I enjoy. I do however feel better. Combined with going to the club twice a week and then throw in a walk on Sundays as well; it is pretty full on. I am tired in the evenings so no party hours for me. Not that it is a big difference from before…

The healthy eating, especially in the evenings, has not been as easy. It has been hard to stay disciplined and not stray into munching on just something when I am bored. The chocolate cravings have been pretty severe as well. I have managed most days in fairness but have had a few weak moments. I am also learning more and more that some things that I thought were ok to eat a lot off are maybe not quite as healthy calorie-wise. I do not try to count calories per se but since I want to lose weight I do need to be aware of it a bit after all.

Went training at the club today again. It is freezing cold here at the moment and I really should have warmed-up better because once again I have managed to pull my neck/shoulder. SIGH. I knew that my neck and shoulder was starting to play up a bit again (the curse of working in front of a laptop all day long) but did I get it sorted before it was too late?? Of course not. Luckily one of the lads at the club took a look at my neck today. Bit of physio, a few acupuncture needles and some cupping later… it is a bit better. Will have a follow-up treatment soon as well so that will hopefully ensure a quicker recovery.

In regards to the cupping, I am now sporting several round shaped marks on my back. I look like I had a battle with a giant octopus! Now that will get a few weird looks in the gym next week. I laughed out loud when I looked in the mirror. It looks insane! This is the first time that I have had this done on me but I have heard about it before and heard that it is very beneficial. http://cuppingtherapy.org/pages/discolorations.htm It does look a bit mental though but then, as long as it does the trick all is good.

So here I am sitting on the sofa now with a warm neck&shoulder pillow, looking out at the falling snow, sporting some fetching marks and feeling pretty positive about this new health regime. Even with a stiff neck.

Now bring on next week.

When the third cold (after 2 colds and the flu) hit me within a period of 2.5 months, I had enough. I dragged my sorry arse to the doctor for a check-up demanding blood tests and a miracle (eh well, I never said I was all that logical…).

Hmmm blood tests booked and the miracle.. well, that will be up to me. The doctor also took my blood pressure and after a month on cold and flu medication and not enough sleep it was no surprise it was pretty darn high. That said… there is was. Even with the contributing factors I still have a blood pressure that is too high for my age. When the doctor started talking about starting to take medication I backpedalled quicker than any politician put on the spot. I left the doctor with a pretty sinking feeling.

Sat at home reading up on the various medications and the potential side-effects and I freaked. Then I came to a conclusion…. this will not go away magically. No matter how much I backpedal. Now the decision is up to me… I can either continue being a lazy bum that occasionally gets going and hits the gym/club and throws in some healthy food semi-regularly and then resign myself to eating chemicals medication OR I can at least try to make a difference and change my lifestyle and by that also my health.

So here I am. I am lucky enough that I have friends that are very good at what they do in their field of work/interest be it holistic Eastern health, physical training or nutrition. I am even luckier that they will help me out with a good plan and support.

This is week one. I have a plan for exercising. A plan for a better eating habits. And before anyone asks, no I will not just be living of salad leafs and carrots all day. I am also a realist and know that sometimes you need to allow yourself something in moderation. The 80/20 rule or 90/10 rule or whatever you want to call it. Luckily I really do like all kinds of food including lots of nice healthy stuff… I have just been too lazy to actually cook and prepare it.

The blood tests are done and once the results are back then the next step is to try to tackle this in a natural way. I spoke to my doctor who is supportive of this and we will keep an eye on my progress.

Let’s face it. I am stubborn. Unless this will miserably fail, I will not start taking any effing meds! IF however with weigh-loss, better habits and better health I still end up having an issue… then OK… then I will face other solutions.

I guess I am writing this post now so that it is out there. So that I cannot try to lie to myself and say I did not commit to do this. I know there will be times when I really do not want to go to the gym, take that walk, go to the club. When I really just want to vegetate on the sofa with too much crap food. The hardest things will be when I am bored. When I am bored, I munch.

So there it is. No more excuses. No more “oh has 2 months already passed since my new-improved-me-scheme without me actually starting it…”.

This will not be easy BUT I am actually feeling really positive about this. Maybe because this is it. I have no more excuses and this will mean that I finally will do what I always wanted to do but just never did. Maybe one of these days what I see in the mirror will actually match the person I see myself as. Then not having to take the medication will just be a side-effect to being healthy and feeling great.

On that note. I’m off to the club.

I am just back from another great training session at the dojo. It was warm in there tonight. I am soaked and in dire need of a nice shower. Food first though and while I’ll rummaged through my fridge I realized that I’ve now been at the club for about 2 years.

It was in April 2009 that I started in the beginners class. I can’t believe it is two years already. It feels like it was yesterday that I turned up for my first class. I remember being nervous and excited at the same time. Nervous about what the others would be like and if I would make a complete fool out of myself. Excited because it seemed like fun and because I finally had the guts to try it out.

Today I still have those feelings when going to class. Maybe not as nervous as I was then but the nerves still play a part when we look at doing a technique that is somewhat new to me (which most ones still are). Mainly though I’m excited. I know I will leave feeling good. I know it will be exhausting, sometimes frustrating, bloody hard at times but always fun. There always a chance that some tiny little piece of the puzzle might click into place at that particular class. It can be a long time in between but when it does… it is the best feeling ever.

Two years. I still feel like a complete newbie and you know what… that is totally OK. I have a funny feeling I will feel this way for a long time, if not always. It just means there is more to learn, more to explore. More fun to be had.

Now to that shower…

The gym to the rescue

Posted: March 20, 2011 in Rant
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Anger. That is what I have felt today. I cannot pinpoint the exact trigger or moment it hit me but when it did it was with a vengeance.

I needed to release some steam, some serious steam. Arguing did not sound like a tempting option as it is too mentally exhausting on top of everything so instead I decided for the much safer (for everyone else) option of going to my local gym. I was fuming when I drove there, the guy tailgating would have died if looks could kill. I was snappy with the poor girl in the gym reception when she told that they could not see my renewal on the computer due to some error. Talk about bad timing. I do feel quite bad about that… I normally never behave that way.

I finally got changed and almost ran up the stairs. Music blasting and I hit the treadmill, the cross-trainer and the weights.  For over an hour my brain shut down. No thoughts, nothing. Just legs and arms moving. Muscles contracting and releasing. Heaven.

Legs shaking when stretching reminded me that I need to go more often. I have a feeling I will spend quite a few evenings in there. Have thought about mornings but am hesitating as I am no morning person at all really but we’ll see. They do have early morning spinning sessions…

How do I feel now? A bit better. Exhausted.

What a week it has been. Month end at work which means very high stress levels increasing with every deadline, programs not playing along and expectation to meet. I sat in work with shaking hands due to the adrenaline coursing through my system as I needed to get all sorted in time. Bad adrenalin rush caused by stress. Once the final meeting was done I felt wrecked, spent even.

To off-set this I made sure to go down to the club on Tuesday and Thursday evening and finishing up with a class on Saturday morning. Those two-hour classes were exhausting, physical demanding and just what I needed. The passive stress from work got funneled into physical exercises and was let out.

Yesterday I spent the rest of the day in the armchair reading a book. I was exhausted and tired but still I felt pretty good. I could sleep again without dreaming about spreadsheets and entering my life experiences into our work programs (yes, that was a pretty messed up dream).

I know now that from next week onwards I will get offloaded a bit in work. A colleague will take over some of my workload. Thank god for that. I will have some bandwidth again. I will be able to breathe.

So it was very busy, slightly mad, week. It was also a week with good news and good self realizations (see previous post). That is what I will try to remember from this week, the good things. Those that made me smile.

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I dared the elements and ventured out in the ice and snow among the deserted streets of Dublin to go the extra mile, to make the effort to, to make it to the club for a training class.

OK… slight exaggeration… it wasn’t that dramatic really. I drove to the dojo…it was a bit icy and a bit snowy and no problem at all. I just took it easy but listening to the radio in the car one would think that we are in the deadlock of -35 degrees with 15 feet of snow. Talks about bitterly cold arctic conditions and making no unnecessary journeys etc. FFS… it is about -1 and a bit icy…OK, some spots were more icy than others..but still!

Now that is not the point of this post. My point is that I was back training and it was great. It ended up just being three of us (instructor plus two students) but I really enjoyed myself. We had a very open mat evening trying out a few different things. It feels really good that I went there tonight. I need to feel that I am getting back on track as I have missed too much already.

Bring on Thursday!

 

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My knees are sore, my arms are bruised, my legs are shaking and I am generally in bits… and I haven’t felt this good in almost 7 weeks. I finally made it back down to the dojo this evening for the first time in ages. Just spent two solid hours ground fighting and grappling, both going through the forms in proper order and full on contact ground fighting. I have been pinched, hit, thrown, choked and kicked at and I gave back as much as I got.

I am exhausted but this is the good kind of exhausted. The kind were you are still smiling and the world seems to smile back at you. No stress lingers in the body and I feel relaxed. The shower will be blissful and the bed beckons.

What a great way to end a day! 🙂 Bring on the next time…Saturday!!

I am sitting here trying to mentally prepare myself for taking up a proper exercise routine again. I have not been able to go down to the dojo for over 4 weeks now and even though I have been to the gym, it is still not the same. I have had some travel for work in between as well which means that the gym has suffered a bit as well.

On Thursday I am hoping to get the all clear by my optician to start training again. I am really raring to go and start training but I also know that I will most likely have a near death experience on the first session. Considering that work is getting really busy, I know that I will really benefit from being able to punch, shove, kick and throw someone. All very civilized of course….as the other party gets to do the same thing back at you.

And lets face it, I am quite a bit competitive and the fact that I am now lagging behind the others that started at the same time with me, does not sit all to well with me. I know that it is no competition but still… I definitely need to get out on the mats again! Fingers crossed for Thursday and woohoo! 🙂

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I am sitting down having a cup of tea as I type this. I have no specific topic in mind in this particular moment. I just picked up the laptop and started typing away. There is no intention behind it and no red thread thought out. I can not tell you what I will blog about as this is something that will evolve as I type this post. All I know is that I woke up this morning and felt angry and frustrated and I had many topics, well rants really, in mind that I though I would store away until later when I would have some time to sit down and blog.

As it is now, I do not feel angry anymore nor do I want to rant about those things that were upsetting me. Maybe I will pick up those topics on another day and dissect them in a different post. Who knows.

Earlier today I went to the club/dojo to train. Sparring techniques was on the agenda. Initially I felt split about going today; on one hand I thought that it would be an excellent way to vent all that pent-up frustration in a controlled yet physically demanding exercise. Yet on the other hand I almost felt that I was in such a lousy mood that I should stay away from other humans. Either way I did go to the club. We went through a lot of striking techniques and how to apply these both in a traditional sense and in a “real life” situation. It was all from striking pads to pairing up two and two and try them out. It was demanding but good. There was a full on sparring session at the end but I could unfortunately not take part as I have the laser eye surgery next week (which I have mentioned in a previous post) so I wanted to be a bit careful as a black eye really would not be good right now.

I did make the right decision by going to the Bujinkan training today. I realize this as I am sitting here sipping my tea. I feel relaxed where I previously felt tense, I am smiling where I previously was scowling and I am no longer angry or feel the need to spew out frustrated rants all over the place. I rather have a cup of tea and just type away feeling good about myself, about the world around me and the fact that I can blog away to my hearts content even if no-one will read this.

So it seems like this post is about Bujinkan training, the release of tension, blogging and drinking tea. I just might have another cup now.

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This was one of those days were I woke up and most definitely did not want to get up. I was wrecked, aching and slow. I still am. The reason for this is not any emotional distress (thankfully) but the aftermath of yesterdays training session in the club.

After almost two weeks of very little exercise due to work commitments (i.e travel) and sickness, I was ready and looking forward to a proper training session at the Bujinkan dojo. I got there early so that I could ease into the beginners group and work on some basics before the main class started. The intense warm up at the main class almost did me in… It is unbelievable how fast I lost what little fitness that I had, having build it up painstakingly slow. The summer months have meant that much of my work-out routine suffered and I have not kept it up as much as I should have and after a period of hardly any exercise it felt like starting all over again.

Then after almost 2 hours of hitting, lunging, kicking, throwing and landing on my bum I was suitable destroyed. Physically exhausted and sporting a good few new bruises. Mentally tired but still feeling good. I got home and then the damn migraine decided to kick in so there was little left to do than to just collapse into bed after a hot shower. After a way too short sleep it was time to get up again and that is when the feeling of being broken materialized. Still having a headache, feeling stiff and discovering a new, lovely and painful bruise on my knee I stumbled out of bed (it was not a pretty sight).

I made it to work (was probably looking pathetic) but I stayed on and after a few hours and a few coffees later I started to feel a little alive again. So now here I am sitting at home after a nice meal, listening to some music while typing away and I am still tired, still bruised and aching but I know that once tomorrow comes I will be back down at the dojo. I will do it all again and again and maybe, just maybe I will find myself a little less broken the next time. I will continue going and my fitness level will hopefully get the hint and improve as well but most of all I will enjoy it.