Meh, no real change in measurements from this time last year. I did find that my most recent body fat percentage was a fluke. I'm at 24.2 percent which is much more in line with my progression than that random 21 percent.
I really started tracking these particular stats to measure my road to health. Last time I posted measurements, I suspected I needed to try something new in terms of goal tracking and reporting. I should have been measuring things like pushups and situps and weight loads but it's too late to measure that from when I got out of the hospital. I never dreamed I'd go from not being able to sit up for more than 20 minutes to teaching classes, to be completely honest. Anyway, here are some goals and achievements:
|I promise I'm getting to wedding posts. It wasn't a specific goal but I'm glad I looked nice at Tamara's wedding.|
ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ I can roll and fall and spar with no abdominal issues. The only time I have trouble is occasionally on my knees and when I am thrown in such a way that my body is at a 45 degree angle to the ground and my legs fly out. It's a rare occurence.
ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ Post-surgery, I had almost no side lateral leg motion. Today, I can do leg swings to full extension and I can stand flat footed and lift my foot to my shoulder.
ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ My abdomen was a disaster in 2011. I have consistently improved my abdominal strength and have a wide range of exercises I can teach. Two weeks ago, I taught the last thing I couldn't do: bicycle crunches. On Saturday, I got to tell people "NO DYING COCKROACHES!" which is what our friend Tony used to say when we were doing terrible bicycle crunches. Silly, but I was so wanting to say that Tony-ism!
ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ I teach 5 Aikido classes a week and 2 kickboxing classes using a weighted bar. I sub a lot of strength classes lately and I'm teaching some stick classes over the summer at a school in Hernando. For several weeks I'm doing a strength class and a kickboxing class back to back. In kickboxing, I am transitioning from a 9 pound bar to a 12 pound one.
|I hope I don't always look this goofy when I'm talking and punching.|
Which leads me to something cool: I think I briefly mentioned this here, but I got a job at the gym I where I wanted to teach. I am so excited about it. When I turned in my resume at the end of the summer, they told me they weren't hiring. I was sad but I picked up some other classes and got some experience. Before Christmas, I sent in an updated copy of my resume. I told them that if they were looking for holiday subs, that I'd love to come and audition. They called me back, made some suggestions and I ended up on the sub list! Yay for persistence! After subbing a while, the kickboxing teacher I subbed for Monday nights decided to adjust her schedule and I took over that class in March.
It's been interesting. I am trying to develop thicker skin for when people don't like me or my classes but, seriously, I love it so much. I have a ton of friends there who have supported me through my journey and it's crazy awesome to be able to help other people reach their goals.
As far as what's next, I am going to see a nutritionist. I'm not unhappy with how I look. I have moments when I am frustrated with the lack of connection between my appearance and the amount of exercise and healthy eating I do. That's probably normal. The main reasons I want to see a professional are issues related to my PCOS (poly-cystic ovarian syndrome) and genetically high cholesterol that I think a nutritionist might be able to help me handle. Apparently I can't do it on my own since it was sky high when everything else was in the "holy crap she's healthy" category. Plus, I am so very active these days that I'd like some help making sure I am eating enough of the right things to maintain my schedule and work on my continuing goals. More on that later, I'm sure.
I started this post expecting to be a little down because I had a bit of a rough day but this was way encouraging! I hope that it encourages someone else because there is so much hope with good friends, knowledgeable teachers, and maybe a little faith when it all seems pointless.