And how I wish that I was seeing equivalent results for exertion. However, this is not the case. Apparently, the fitter you are the less calories you burn. Now, numbers have never really been my forte, perhaps this is why I’m still chasing them. Maybe internally I’m just not programmed to understand them. Weight loss is supposed to be simple maths – calories consumed vs calories burnt. That is all well and good, but where in the manual’s fine print does it tell you that the fitter you get, the less calories you are in fact going to burn?
Is it any wonder people get disheartened by the weight loss merry-go-round? Surely it should be the other way – as a reward for busting your ass and getting fit you should in fact burn more calories as incentive to keep going and train harder, should it not?
What has prompted this outburst you ask? Over the last few weeks I’ve announced I am in for 5 personal training sessions per week with the Pain Master. This is in addition to any other training I do on my own or with Midge. I think the Pain Master would agree that, aside from the whinging and the whining of having to hold yet another god-damn-squat for another minute, I invest everything I have in my training sessions. Last night for example, I trained for 54 minutes (I know, very precise of me!) consisting of two (count them with me….one, two) Tabata sessions (I’ll explain more in a moment) and my Michelle Bridges program….all for a measly 407 calories. Not. Happy. Jan. The Tabata alone was near vomit inducing.
Tabtata – a fitness obsession (only obsessed people are crazy enough to do it!). Here is how http://www.shape.com describes it “pick a cardio activity such as running, jumping rope, or biking and go as hard as you can for 20 seconds. Follow that with 10 seconds of rest and repeat seven more times. And when I say “as hard as you can go,” I mean 100-percent maximal intensity. By the end of the 4 minutes you should feel like you’re going to die.” That is Tabata in a nutshell.
I am dreading my first Super Saturday Session. How on earth am I going to wrack up 1000 calories? It’s going to take me HOURS. Surgery is the cheats way…isn’t it?
Oh, and day two of my 12 week challenge? Done and dusted. Completely committed and not a lollie or sneaky unapproved snack in sight.