Red Rapture

I’ve been exercising like a crazy woman the past three weeks or so, mostly to make up for the weeks/ months(?) of sloth in December/January when I hardly stepped anywhere near any of my preferred gyms and I became this blob of growing flab.

So the routine was either a run along the beach or hitting the machines at the gym, interspersed with twice weekly yoga with J, topo’s one-time intern who now teaches yoga. Those yoga sessions are a blast, I love doing them outdoors and she changes the routine every time so it’s not boring. I swear I was on the verge of tears on Sunday when we did this squat-ty pose, can’t remember what animal it was named after. Usually I just breathe deep and try and hold on while simultaneously making a face so she’ll count a little faster.  But this time my quads were BURNING so much I just collapsed halfway.

So anyway after all this insane exercise, I was very discouraged to find out that my ass had expanded, making quite a few pairs of pants very snug.

I’ve been fretting about this the past week and reading all kinds of articles and online forums brought up by the search words ‘exercising but getting fat’ or ‘getting fatter with exercise’. I know the whole drill about gaining more weight because muscle weighs more than fat yadah yadah yadah but hello, not fitting my clothes is serious shit in my book. And not fitting them because I’ve been exercising and watching what I eat is an even more perplexing issue.

I still haven’t figured out why. I guess there’s more definition in my thighs and my bum is perkier, which is why my pants are tighter. But it is little comfort because all my life — since puberty at least — I have longed to downsize my derriere and make it flat like a pancake. Becoming an Asian J Lo or Beyonce size-wise was never one of my childhood ambitions.

But after reading all these online resources, I’ve decided I should give resistance training a shot and not focus 90% of my workouts on cardio and endurance. So for the first time last night, I ran 1km to warm up on the treadmill and spent the next 75 minutes using free weights and the weight machines. The aim of all this is to build stronger muscles that will help raise my basal metabolic rate. Instead of sticking to the old lightweights and doing multiple repetitions, I’m going to try and increase the loads because that’s the only way to break down and rebuild muscle mass.

Another reason to weight train is to try to minimize muscle loss and maximise fat loss while on a restricted diet. i used to think it was all about the calorie deficit, but hadn’t really given a thought to what was actually being lost. Our bodies are quite cunning and can slow down metabolism or increase fat stores once we cut down our calories to below a certain level. Apparently if my aim is to lose fat and not lose weight (fat plus muscle), then it’s important to keep up with strength training and to work the muscles to a certain intensity during cardio, preferably through interval training. It’s all so very complicated.