So, as I mentioned before, I had a “health scare” of sorts on Sunday that I’m almost embarrassed to share. Luckily, my blog is still super new, so I’ll just pretend no one will read this :)
One of my favorite forms of exercise is a boot camp that is put on here in town called Camp Gladiator. I stumbled upon it last summer when looking for ways to get into shape for my wedding. I am NOT a do-it-yourself kind of exerciser…I have close to zero motivation to work out at home on my own. I have to be around people, either in a class or at a gym, in order to really get in a good workout. So, boot camp seemed like a great way to force myself to work harder.
Oh boy, was I right.
It’s held outdoors, the trainers are motivating without being too militant, and there are tons of people there to keep you going.
Anywho, I’ve been doing this camp for roughly 10 months now. I feel better and stronger than I’ve ever felt, but I know that I’m still nowhere near my fitness potential. I still get lazy, skip workouts, and overeat on the weekends. I KNOW this, but it all came to head on Sunday. My boot camp is implementing a “nutrition challenge” of sorts this month to help us get ready for summer. It includes both a nutrition plan AND a chance to get your body fat tested both at the beginning and the end of the challenge. We tested our body fat through Hydrostatic Body Fat Testing, which is basically dunking yourself underwater and having a scale measure your fat vs muscle (read more about it here).
I went in on Sunday in a great mood. Honestly, I don’t mind the way I look. Sure, my thighs are a LITTLE bigger than I’d like, and sometimes my tummy can roll more times than I’m comfortable with. But still, for being (almost) 26, I’m better off than a lot of people I know…(insert awkward self-portrait here…)
I dunked, I dunked again, and I dunked AGAIN. Having to expel every spec of air from your lungs three times in a row is quite possibly the worst feeling EVER. Or so I thought, until I got the results :(
Turns out, I’m not as fit as I thought I was. I have 26.2% body fat, which falls into the “unhealthy” range. Ahhh! I was mortified. The guy conducting the test told me all about “skinny fat,” and how he’s seen it time and time again. Girls with low to average body weight, with “soft” features as opposed to hard, muscular ones. Apparently, this was me. In order to get down to a healthy body fat range, I need to either LOSE 10 lbs of fat, GAIN 10 lbs of muscle, or do some happy combo of both. Talk about a slap in the face.
I walked out of there, shaking and red-faced. Part of me subconsciously knew that this would happen, and the other part of me was blindsided. It’s one thing to like the way you look, but it’s FAR more important to be healthy. The thought of my body being categorized as “unhealthy” in any way was terrifying.
Have any of you ever had a rude awakening in terms of health/body fat/etc? How did you handle it?
I’ll get into my plan of action on the next post. For now, I must work.
Talk to you soon! And thanks for listening :)