Well, it's been awhile since I've said much. Maggie and I are undergoing a complete revision of our lives.
My trainer is a brilliant woman, and we sat down for a chat a month or so ago, after a lesson. And basically she laid it out... we can continue as we've been going, not seeing much in the way of progress, but no crabbing about it, OR, we could re-vamp the program. So, her thoughts were: She takes over and fixes my horse (who has issues, holes in her training, a massive attitude problem, but movement that makes you just drool on her), and I, who am 'of an age', and chunky, and that's being kind, fix me. Which involves joining a program (I chose WW, and she gets to see the weigh ins), and getting to a gym, because I'll have time now, with not riding my horse 5 days a week.
So, and I'm sure this was much to the chagrin of a certain Maggie, we jumped in with both feet. I'd like to say that we're both progressing at light speed and that we'll be mastering second level by January, but the jury is still out. I'm working like a mad woman, but it's slow, this business of divorcing fat cells. They REALLY don't want to go... And having a perky tiny fit woman telling them to shove off... well, you know what they think about that!
So, I slog my butt out of bed every morning to do 35 min (perky tiny fit lady now decrees 40 is better) of intense cardio on the stationary bike. You know you are working hard when you have sweat ll down your BACK too. And I go to the gym after work to do more torture that I'm assured will make me stronger and fitter.
Previously un-conceived of things like spinach smoothies have entered my life (actually they are quite good), as well as Emergen C and B complex vitamins and a thing called kefir (also quite good). Plus eating every three hours. I think they do that so you can't actually complain that you are hungry, even though kale isn't exactly a good replacement for... chocolate or anything.
And my little Havoc sits on the sidelines, basking in the glow of various yummy treats that find their way into his little feed bin. If he sees any differences, he hasn't mentioned it. Little does he know that this effort isn't just for the Maggie in my life, it's for him too. He's not going to be the size of his auntie, and if I'm going to ride him (and damnit I did NOT breed him to watch someone else ride him), I need to be much better and much smaller...
The venue for the 2020 and 2024 Olympics better be good, is all I have to say!!!