Krysta Weighs In: Under Arrest
Krysta Anderson, Lifestyle Writer
I have always believed health and fitness is not just about fancy words or even intense actions. It's about living up, keeping up and staying true to a specific lifestyle.
If you are a first-time reader, welcome to 'Krysta Weighs In' where you view the world of health and fitness through the eyes of a health enthusiast and hopeful weight-loss achiever.
Flip the script
The world of health and fitness has been a fun one in recent times. I flipped the script for a week, to focus on other innovative fitness regimes, and I must say, I had never felt better. Due to circumstances beyond my control, early workouts were replaced by walking, which actually came into play each morning. I was surprised that I wasn't as winded as I once was. And by evening, I returned to my first love - dance - in hopes to wow a new audience with my talent, fitting a zumba class in-between. Suffice it to say, it was one fun week!
The return to the gym the very next week, however, was bittersweet. While I said goodbye to 'something new', I said hello to my home routine. I went in early, excited to take on a new challenge. Little did I know what my trainer, Xavier Grey, had waiting for me. My mother and I were given a breath of fresh air, ditching the indoors to explore the great outdoors.
From running and reptile crawls, to mountain climbs, plank jumping jacks to ball sprints, we had our work cut out for us. Mommy was a real trooper, and paling in comparison to her, I lagged behind accompanied by all my former injuries, desperate to get it all over with. By the end of the session, I pulled through, with assistance from my mother and trainer, who always says, "Leave no soldier behind."
By day two, after beginning my workout, I crumbled under the pressure of a previous groin injury and because the pain became unbearable, I had to stop what I was going to ice it then and there in the gym (it was not a pretty sight, I tell you).
So from now on, I am placing my body under arrest. Here is my Miranda warning:
I will have the right to remain active, at all times. Anything unhealthy that I eat or drink will be used against my body in the court of health and fitness. I have the right to a dedicated trainer. If I cannot afford one, one will be appointed to me. So now that I understand the rights, I will endeavour to adhere to this new law, with no hope of waiving the rights in their current presented state.
Wish me luck as I head on over to the home stretch of my journey. Thank you so much for offering words of advice and encouragement, via phone, email or in person. I really appreciate it. Where one door closes, a window opens, so my journey will never really be over until the fat lady sings, and by then, she will be a fitter, smaller and more fabulous version.