So I had another serious workout today, one that pushed me until I, no joke, thought I was going to drop my dumbbells and cry. I think my trainer up my weights on every exercise that I do, and added some complexity to some of them that I had down solid. So instead of balancing, I was balancing while she threw a ball at me. Instead of just doing my ball bridge raises and lowers, I did them with an elastic band around my knees while holding a 15 pound body bar.
At the end of our session, thisclose to crying, she took pity on me, and let me get away with 10 reps of my last exercise instead of 12. And then she said something awful to me…
“You did a great job.”
Because folks, I did not do a great job, and I knew it. And she knew it. So I manned up (ladied up?) and said, “You know, I actually feel like this was one of my weaker workouts. I know you upped the weights and everything today, but I also didn’t prepare myself for my workout.”
Because Sunday night, I didn’t get enough sleep or enough water. I didn’t drink water or eat anything before my workout, I pushed myself too hard in my warm-up, and I just had a crappy workout. And even though the bad workout felt…well…bad, it felt good that I could be honest with my trainer, tell her that I knew I was having a bad day, and talk through it with her.
She mentioned that she’s going on a cleanse for the next 30 days…no sugar, no booze, no processed foods. She says it helps to center her, and helps her feel like she’s in control during this season of excess.
I’m not quite going that far (with my birthday coming up, and a week planned staying with my family over Christmas, I won’t survive December without a little intoxication), but I am going to do a little giving up of my own. Starting on Thursday, the fella and I are going to attempt No Dairy December. I’ve seen it written on a lot of blogs and in whole-foods based diet books that giving up dairy is even harder than giving up meat, cheese especially, because there’s something in it that is physically addictive. Your body craves it.
I’m not a doctor, and I won’t pretend like this is sound medical advice. It’s just an experiment, to see if I really do have dairy cravings. I suspect that I do, since I found myself standing in the open door of the refrigerator last week, taking a bite off a hunk of cheese I had in there (ugly but true, friends).
I will do my best to keep you guys updated on my successes and failures, no censoring. I know it’s going to be a long month.
What do you guys think about dairy addiction? Do you think I can go a whole month without cheese, ice cream, and milk? Have you ever made a dietary change in the spirit of experimentation?