Lisa vs. Daniel, Round 3: That’s thirty (30) Minutes

April 2012

The snooze button can’t be pressed fast enough on my cell phone.  My two-year-old son is upside down in the bed and his legs are resting across my head.  I don’t even remember him coming in.  Henri is snoring.  I force myself to wake and get out of bed.  It’s 5:20 a.m.

I’m supposed to do 30 minutes of cardio before we meet for our 6:00 a.m. session.  Yeah, good luck with that, I think sleepily as I weigh myself, dress and drink some creatine powder mixed with orange juice.  Driving along the quiet streets I curse the red traffic lights.  No one’s on the road but crazy gym rats like me; can’t you just be green?   I get my new diet today…

 I punch in my code, grab a towel from the front desk and head back to the locker room to deposit my backpack.  I get on the stationary bike and begin to pedal.  It’s 5:42 a.m.  I don’t see Daniel anywhere.  Good.

CNN is on and the panel is discussing the primary.  I stand up and pedal faster.  I’m supposed to keep my heart rate up.  I drink my BCAA water and get a burst of energy.   I’m feeling warm now, but not sweaty and notice Daniel is at the check in area.  It’s been over a week since we’ve met, since first I was sick and then he was.

We exchange pleasantries and get into the new diet.  I’m excited to switch things up.  I really want to lose the last 10 lbs currently residing around my midsection.  I’m pretty sure the banana nut muffin I ate two days ago is not helping with that, but in my defense, it’s not like I actively sought it out.  Our neighbor brought it over, freshly baked from her oven.  I couldn’t be rude, could I?  Especially since it smelled so very good and was still warm.

I haven’t updated my food journal yet because I know he’s going on vacation to prepare for his competition and I will update the log when he is gone in an attempt to bury the evidence with other food entries.  Pretty clever, huh?

“How’s the diet going?”

“Well, it was a little off, from the flu.”  This is a partial truth.  The flu did mess with my appetite.  The muffin just messed with my waistline.

He shakes his head at me.  “You need to log in your food every day.  It takes five minutes.”

“I was sick.”

“You’re not now.  No excuses.”

Grr.

“We’re not going to do weigh in or measurements until after I get back because you were sick last week and I don’t want you to stress out and obsess over your lack of weight loss.”

Relief washes over me. He’ll never know about the muffin. “Oh good, you know me,” I say happily.

Yes…yes he does…

“Did you warm up for 30 minutes today?”

“Yeah –” I caught his eyebrow arch so I switched my lie to a half-truth mid-sentence.  “For like 25ish minutes.”

“25 minutes, huh?”

“Maybe 23ish?”

“Because I was here on the treadmill at 5 a.m. and when I finished at 5:30 you weren’t here.”

Busted.  Again.  Damn.

“You’re twelve weeks out, Lisa.  If I say you need to do 30 minutes of cardio before weights that means 30 minutes.  Not 23-ish.  Get up earlier.”

It’s going to be one of those mornings…

 

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