Karate last night
Apr. 18th, 2008 10:20 amStill dancing on the line. I weighed in at 149.5 yesterday (hurray!) and then 150.5 today (argh).
I had a REALLY TOUGH karate class last night. I was also stupid enough to go without having dinner first. I honestly thought I didn't need to, though--I'd overeaten a bit at lunch and thought I'd had enough calories for the day. Since the double black stripes are doing the second prescreening for black belt tonight (including Delia),
pazlazuli made the class a real endurance test. My legs were so shaky when I left that it was difficult to operate the clutch in my car on the drive home.
While I was in the middle of it, I remember looking around at all those sweaty exhausted people, and thinking of the people I work with during the day and reflecting, boy, you people (at work) have NO IDEA what I do at night, just to keep in shape. But it also made me painfully aware of how far I really have to go before I'll be in shape good enough to test for black belt myself. I need to start working out more aggressively, I know--I should start attending the kickboxing classes on Saturdays (I've just been reluctant to do so since it's after the sparring class, and two and a half hours of hard exercise just seems like too much. I know I'm going to have to bite the bullet and start doing it, though.)
I had a REALLY TOUGH karate class last night. I was also stupid enough to go without having dinner first. I honestly thought I didn't need to, though--I'd overeaten a bit at lunch and thought I'd had enough calories for the day. Since the double black stripes are doing the second prescreening for black belt tonight (including Delia),
While I was in the middle of it, I remember looking around at all those sweaty exhausted people, and thinking of the people I work with during the day and reflecting, boy, you people (at work) have NO IDEA what I do at night, just to keep in shape. But it also made me painfully aware of how far I really have to go before I'll be in shape good enough to test for black belt myself. I need to start working out more aggressively, I know--I should start attending the kickboxing classes on Saturdays (I've just been reluctant to do so since it's after the sparring class, and two and a half hours of hard exercise just seems like too much. I know I'm going to have to bite the bullet and start doing it, though.)
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Date: 2008-04-18 03:51 pm (UTC)I suspect overexertion to be part of the problem.
So just be careful not to push yourself too terribly hard.
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Date: 2008-04-18 04:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-18 04:21 pm (UTC)I'm with
Anyway - perhaps your instructors could tell you the best way to help you achieve your goal and improve your fitness, without over-doing it? Also, as a final note - I just want to say again HOW IMPRESSED and in awe I am of you pursuing your black-belt. I confess I've often considered trying a martial art, but I've been too afraid. So - go you, for having the courage to do something so amazing. :)
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Date: 2008-04-18 04:23 pm (UTC)Probably because I'm being totally silly, which I cheerfully and willingly admit.
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Date: 2008-04-18 05:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-18 05:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-18 06:46 pm (UTC)I think you should stop looking at the actual number of your weight everyday. It fluctuates so much, that you probably haven't really gained any true weight today, even though your head is telling you that you gained a pound.
There are some good tracking tools at The Hacker's Diet. (just Google it) He has the exel spread sheets all set up to do a running 10 day average so it evens out the daily fluctuations.
Knowing that I'm really are holding my own, or moving in the right direction helps me to overcome that daily look at the scale.
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Date: 2008-04-19 02:40 am (UTC)Heh-heh-heh.
Just curious, but do you ever talk about it was work?
But it also made me painfully aware of how far I really have to go before I'll be in shape good enough to test for black belt myself.
I once was involved with a guy who was also a belly dancer (for those who don't know, I belly danced for about 10 years, usually with performances at science fiction conventions), and in fact he was much better than I was probably ever going to be.
He was also a bit of a technical perfectionist, and (this is one of my favorite bits) had his loafers dyed to match his polo shirts.
Now, he didn't seem to be having as much fun as I was, so I decided I was happier imperfect.
Besides, if I ever started dancing better than Val, she'd kill me...