I've been playing racquetball for three months now. After the disastrous fall resulting in eight stitches from my second outing to the court, I'm happy to report that I have remained injury free. And I've discovered, through the development of tennis elbow in my right arm, that I am a stronger and better player with my left arm. I'm officially a "lefty" when it comes to racquetball and my skill is improving with every game.
I've endured many losses to my friend and teacher, Rhonda, of course. She plays a LOT better than I. We spend the first ten minutes of each session warming up with random rallying and then we start the first of two to four games, depending on how much time we have.
In order for Rhonda to improve, though, she has to do more than just teach me and play to my level.
So, there is usually at least one game where she practices her serve -- I always lose those games.
Then there is usually one game where she serves easy but plays the rest of her shots hard -- I lose those games too.
It's good practice for me to try to return those tough serves and shots, and the exercise of moving across the court is good, so I'm philosophical about the inevitable losses.
BUT . . .
. . . the most significant loss of all in these last three months is the happiest: I've lost twenty pounds. TWENTY!!!
I'm down an entire size in clothing. The jeans and shorts I purchased a month ago are falling off of me. I'm back into sun dresses that I haven't worn in years. And my weight is lower than it's been in several years too.
In all of this, I've hardly changed my diet. I still have a glass of wine with dinner. I try to keep my chocolate intake to just the good quality dark stuff. I don't deprive myself unless I know it's a substance, like deep fried food, that will kick my butt (read: gall bladder) later on. Oh, and I eat two big spoonfuls of vanilla yogurt every day (not the low-fat kind but the regular, full-fat, organic yogurt). I add a tablespoon of granola and, if I have it, some fresh fruit. That's become my mid-morning snack. Other than that, I eat as much as I always have, I think.
Twenty pounds. I wish my mom were here to applaud me because I know she'd be very pleased.