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Saturday, 1st April 2006
| 8:50 PM I thought last Friday's yoga class was tough. I decided to try a new class last Wednesday. That wasn't exactly wise. Wednesday's class is shorter in duration compared to the Friday class that I usually go for. It's mainly for yoga regulars to perfect their pose and postures. The instructor was more the the kind to push us to endure the discomfort we were facing as she pushes us to another perfect posture. I don't think I like this approach much. And so I discovered I have hyperextension in my knees. It took me a while (and a lot of googling) to figure out what it meant. I texted Sherry, who's a physiotherapist (and currently on a month-long holiday in Hobbitland, the lucky girl) to ask her what it meant. Basically, if I understand correctly, my legs curve to the back a little when I stand straight. It's likely that my knees are weak. There's no pain in my knees or anything, but Sherry told me to avoid locking my knees backward when I stand straight, and to do half-squats or use the leg-press machine at the gym to strengthen my knees. Sherry says most people can hyper-extend their knees, but doing it will make the knees susceptible to permanent injury. Man, talk about another incentive for me to lose weight. So I've been conscious of the way I walk and stand for a few days now, and I suspect it's more my left knee rather than both knees that are hyper-extended. I'm slowly working on them both, and let's just say I hope I can find some sensible flat shoes for work because I don't see myself able to wear heels for a while yet. And I guess I shouldn't dream of running till I get this problem somewhat alleviated. Thanks Blanche, for the fitness tip. And yes I have been working out with the weight machines in the gym. On days when I don't have yoga, my routine would be treadmill + weights. One day a week it would just be treadmill + yoga. I have yet been able to find another yoga class at the gym which I feel comfortable attending - the Friday instructor only teaches that one class on Friday, and I like her a lot. She pushes you, but not too hard, and observes us all carefully that we're not pushing ourselves wrongly towards injury. She's also gentle and very motivating. Self-doubt is a powerful, destructive thing. I've been going to the gym on an average of three times a week. I only foresee myself going more often when my gym opens a branch right across my street (YAY!) in a month's time. Yet I still feel like I'm not losing weight and then self-doubt starts to set in. I start to wonder why I'm even bothering, it's been two months, maybe I'm fated to be fat for life, etc etc. It's depressing. I have to constantly motivate myself and remind myself to stay motivated. I remind myself I'm sick of the fat jokes. I tell myself how proud I am of myself, a fitness-phobic, that I'm going to the gym so regularly on my own. I remind myself how much better I feel. I remind myself of all the gym benefits. It's a struggle, every day. But hey, life's a struggle, right? -
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