It’s been just over two months since Mr Lucy had his accident and he is literally beginning to get back on his feet at the physio and I must say that it’s turned the Last Chance Training household on its’ head – shall we say that I learned a lesson in how much we both contribute to the running of the house and garden – Mr L usually does a lot more than I’ve ever given him credit for (sorry Mr L).
Initially, I tried to keep everything together and do everything perfectly, however this pretty quickly began to take its toll in the form of too much Indian takeaway and a few missed training sessions. Once I let go of trying to be perfect, things started settling down nicely, however it meant that I landed a couple of extra kilos on my frame which I’m none too pleased about. It’s not a huge amount of weight, but an amount where I had to draw a line in the sand and say “enough is enough”.
I really hesitated about writing anything in my blog about the desire I have to be at my best – and part of that for me is maintaining a lean, fit physique. I’m not talking about unusually low body fat levels or starvation regimes, but rather a return to taking the time for a bit more self care in this department – for example, preparing healthy meals ahead of time and making sure I stay properly hydrated and get enough sleep. I did not want my musings to be construed as a plan to go on some wacko diet, neither did I want to attract criticism for the choices I make when I decide to get leaner, such as keeping a food diary and using both the kitchen and the bathroom scale as guideposts in the overall picture. I was remembering all too well that when I decided to prep for another Figure Comp, I copped a fair bit of flak for these choices from a few people that claimed to have my best interests at heart (fiddlesticks!)
Thinking about my hesitation to share such things, it made me begin to wonder why sometimes, factions of our sisterhood can seem less than supportive towards others who are trying to achieve fitness and health goals. On the flip side though, I know I have quite a few people around me who speak my fitness language as far as the concept of being your best is concerned.
In the meantime, I’ve just been motoring along, keeping a record of my food intake and focusing on being more mindful about my eating habits – and unsurprisingly am feeling much better already for noticing both my good and not so good health habits.
Is fitness tied up in a personal aim to be your best “self” – in mind, body and spirit? How do you feel about sharing your goals with the wider fitness/blogging community? Have you ever been criticized for expressing your desire to be fitter, faster and stronger?