Once upon a time a supermodel was asked if she had a motto, and she replied, "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels."
For me, personally, that is utter garbage, because in my experience "skinny" feels pretty bad- weak and unhealthy type bad. And I assure you, almost anything tastes better than not being able to lift half a couch feels. But like most garbage, some good can be reclaimed from it- in my case by replacing the penultimate word:
"Nothing tastes as good as not-pain feels."
That, my friends, is a very true statement, and one I've been saying to myself recently, specifically in the wake of some particularly bad (sugar-induced) inflammation. My joints have been shrieking with knife-sharp-agony (especially my left knee), so I just try to remember that feeling whenever I am tempted by tasty sugar-shelled chocolate eggs (just for random example...). Sure, they're delicious, and I enjoy eating them, but not as much as I enjoy not being in agony. Remember that, brain.
The phrase got morphed again today, as I tackled the physically hardest climbs I've done since returning to the gym: a 5.10- overhang, followed by a 5.10 overhang (I managed the first, but fell off the second multiple times until my grip was utterly shot and I had to be lowered). I could feel my poor nutritional choices of the past week coming back to haunt me as I wrestled with those routes (joint pain, general tiredness), and I thought grimly to myself,
"Nothing tastes as good as climbing well feels."
My belay partner and I discussed how as we age, our bodies are less forgiving of inferior fuel, and that's something I need to keep in mind the next time I'm tempted to help myself to the chips Nathan is snacking on. Especially if I'm serious about getting back into fighting trim, which I absolutely am.
All that aside, I left the gym feeling really good about my progress*, and really re-committed to climbing on a regular basis. I want to up it to at least six times a month (and preferably twice a week), so that I can justify going back to a membership instead of a punch card. That will be such a major victory for me, you guys, a huge step towards being the healthy Me I want to be.
*(finishing anything on overhang always makes me feel like a beast, and also a climber I really respect
complimented me on my good technique, which was deeply appreciated)**
**(also my calluses are finally coming back! Woo hoo!)