I will live to regret this. I hope.
Swistle is promoting misery in the form of Couch to 5k. I laughed and poked fun the first few times she talked about doing it. But then she went and actually did it.
In what will later be described as a moment of pure insanity, I said I’d join in. WTF was I thinking? Immediately, I began to panic. How can I fink out before I even try? How? How?! Oh! I need new running shoes. Mine are purely aesthetic and not at all meant for actual running. That was my ticket out. I can put it off until I get new shoes and by then, well, maybe she’ll forget I said I’d participate! I’m a diabolical genius!
Tonight, sitting on my butt, getting fatter, I had a mental AHA! moment. There will always be reasons to put off exercise BECAUSE I HATE IT. Well you know what? I hate being fat, too. I decided to hate being fat more than I hate exercise. I put on my fashionable shoes, grabbed my iPod and headed out. I walked to 11 of 13 Lily Allen songs. I walked in time to the music and bitch as some up tempo stuff, I can tell you that much. All in all, I was gone between 30 and 40 minutes… I’m not exactly sure when I left. I have no idea how far I walked, how fast, or how many steps. All I know is it was hard. It’s 88 degrees out there and I am not a small girl. By the time I got back home, I barely had enough will to walk up the driveway. I wanted to sit down on the curb and call Gerald to drive down and pick up my sorry ass.
I do still need new shoes. Mine were rubbing and hurty about halfway through. But, I’m not going to let it be an excuse to fink out. I’m going to walk at least 30 minutes three times a week. I’m not going to think of it as a “have to,” but a “get to.” It’s time to myself, with my music blaring and no child or husband or coworker needing my attention.
I’m also not going to diet. I figure, if I keep eating like I do and add exercise, I should still be ahead of the game. I’m blindly hoping that all this attention that I’m paying to exercise will result in me making better food choices simply because I am paying attention. As I sit here, recovering, my legs are tingly and a blister is beginning to throb. The last thing I want to do is eat ice cream and ruin it.
I don’t think I’ve ever typed those words before.
I finally figured out the mysteries of WordPress and uploading photos. For your viewing pleasure:
One man’s empty Crystal Light container is another man’s favorite toy.
Can’t you envision this same photo taken 20 years from now as she stumbles drunkenly out of club while yelling obscenities at the paparazzi?
That! Is! Awesome!
I went ahead and ruined it with ice cream. It was delicious. I’m still ahead, though, since I would have eaten the ice cream either way.
Tonight, I had a BLT for dinner. I enjoyed every bacony bite, too. But tomorrow, I’ll be hauling my ass around the neighborhood again.
Good luck on the daily walks. Kim and I took a walk today at lunch. Not me, Kim…the other Kim and me Kim..Never mind. Miss you. Love the drunk pic.
I’m so proud of my little Kims! I miss you, too.
As soon as my drunk baby can dial the phone, she’s totally calling you.
Welcome to the Swistle-inpired Club. I too started exercising. I did it for a while earlier this month (just working out for about 30 minutes a day) and I lost 2 lbs in 4 days. Not too shabby. Now THAT should be motivation. I’m in the fat club too, and I want to get out! Maybe we can all keep each other motivated. Best of luck! You’re already doing better than me by getting out in this horrible heat.
Love the pictures of Maddie. I can’t believe how big she is getting. What a sweetheart!
2lbs in 4 days?? That’s suh-weet! I’ll take some of that
Oh god!
I say, any excuse for shoe shopping is a good excuse!
Of course the best excuse is exercise.
So now, I have to exercise!
Thanks, thanks a lot!
HUGS!
grace
Who needs an excuse for shoe shopping? Not me, that’s for sure! Yes, you have to exercise, too. I’m not doing this on my own, lady.
That is really great that you started exercising! I usually try to do something like a bike ride, walk with a friend, or dance dance revolutions at least three times a week. I don’t loose any weight because I am not eating any different, but I am also not gaining! So, I see that as a plus..just to maintain. Good luck with doing it again, it gets a little easier each time! :o)
Maintaining is the goal when you’re already a hottie, Rachel. I hate that about you, you know. You and your beautifully highlighted hair!
Thanks for your comment about my Sister’s birthday. It was a lot of fun raking through old photos to find a few plums. And you may inspire me to start moving more…but I think I’ll choose Viennese waltzes to walk by.
You’re sure welcome, Linda. Thanks for coming by : )
Erica, that’s awesome you’ve started an exercise program! And you’re right; it’s AWESOME alone time, isn’t it?
However…I can’t help but want to caution you not to overdo it in the beginning. Because I’ve completely screwed myself so many times by overdoing a new exercise program too fast and too much and I’ve hurt myself and it set me back and I’d get discouraged and stop altogether. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done this; overtaxed my body so badly that I couldn’t even move the next day from muscle soreness. This would prevent me from doing it again for several days and throw a wrench in my schedule. Better to go for 10 minute walks twice or three times a day to start; it doesn’t matter if you do the whole 30 minutes of cardio at once or break it up into sets of 10 minutes each. I know this from all the trainers I’ve had over the years.
Take your time and work up to your goal. Feeling exhausted and getting blisters is not good. Just my nosy opinion, from years of trying to do it myself; hope you don’t mind me saying this, I mean well. {{{hugs}}}
If I got pissed every time you offered me advice, I’d have stopped talking to you a long time ago! I happen to appreciate all your advice, Amber. So there.
I don’t plan on overdoing it. I do want to get out for 30 minutes three times a week, tho. I’m going to take cues from my body and only go as fast as I think I can without breaking something.
Erica, Amber’s advice is good, listen.
Start slowly, baby steps at first, it took a while to put it on, it’ll take a while to take it off. Think how great you’ll feel when Madie is eighteen and someone asks if you are her sister.
Love the pics, planning big for the girl. *G*
Warm hugs,
Paul.
I can’t wait for someone to think I’m her sister! And I want her to have fond memories of her mom running and playing with her… something I can’t do much of now. Sadly.