January 16, 2011
I just read this somewhere else. I think it had to do with budgeting or something, but as the author stated, it’s certainly a multipurpose issue.
When you commit to something — exercising more, eating better, saving money — it is challenging to stick with it. Whole forests have been felled in the name of books meant to help us stick to self-improvement promises.
Every time I want to procrastinate about something, I shall now say to myself, “You’re killing a tree.”
I’m not necessarily the biggest tree-hugger that ever lived, but guilt? Guilt, I can do.
December 24, 2010
I haven’t walked or done any real form of exercise in over a month. As much as I was looking forward to the weather cooling down, it only was a few weeks of walking outside before daylight became my enemy and as is often so easy, I lost motivation. Luckily I’ve only put 1 or 2 pounds back on, but I miss the feeling of getting off my ass and doing something.
Enter yesterday and a new foreclosure for us to clean out. To my surprise and wonder, included in the stuff the former tenant left behind was this:
Note: As much as I'd like to admit that's me, it's not
I’m taking this surprise windfall as a hint it’s high time to get my ass off the couch once again.
November 15, 2010
Okay, so I’ve not been the most dedicated of people to my fitness regimen in the last … well okay – ever.
I have been keeping with some regular attempts in the last couple of weeks though, so go me. I haven’t gone nuts, hasn’t been daily or even every other day. I have, though, tried for a solid 80% of the time to pay better attention to the food and drink that I’ve been putting in my body, drinking more water, not eating as late (well, maybe I should say “as close to when I go to sleep”) – along those lines.
It also has to be noted though that I’ve also taken to sucking down nigh a bottle of wine per week for each of those weeks. Granted, it’s some great wine, but still – a bit out of my norm for alcohol consumption since, uh, freshman year of college?
So imagine my giggle today to see that I’d dropped 8 pounds in the last 2 weeks between doctor’s visits?
Apparently I need more wine, more chair dancing, less stress, good food, and more FUN in my life. Who knew? 🙂 It’s a small victory, but today, it felt bloody fantastic. Not only was a due a little victory, but it was an affirmation of just trying to be better to myself, to actually care for myself, and seeing that pay off.
Go me. 🙂
November 1, 2010
I’m actually nervous to check and see when my last post here was. So I’m skipping it. Yesterday I finally managed to post on my own blog, describing how the past month flew by without the benefit of my taking time to appreciate it and of course the diet/exercise combo was the first casualty of the time-suck.
Why is that? I’m not sure if it’s that way for everybody, but with me, if there is an interruption in my routine or God forbid more than one, something in my tiny brain breaks and all of a sudden weeks have gone by without an entry in the food journal and nary a sneaker has been laced up. With of course the irony being that when things get stressful there’s not much better you can do for yourself than exercise. File that under D is for Duh, you Doofus-assed Dummy.
I spent the entire Summer walking the neighborhood, sweating my ass off and salivating for the days of cooler weather. I enjoyed the walks enough then to know that they’d become downright blissful in the crispy, golden October afternoons. Then October finally arrived, all hell broke loose and the number of walks I managed was…ONE. Yes, things were crazy. Yes, there were many days I honestly couldn’t fit one in. But truthfully would it have been that hard to take just even a half hour for myself and just do it? Come on. Because – full disclosure – you know I watched more than one TV show during the month.
I’m not looking over the fact that my weight has stayed the same and not crept back up – I’m very, very thankful for that, because it damn sure hasn’t been due to any effort on my part. But since today marks the beginning of a new month, I feel like it’s a good time to recommit and make a promise to myself : no matter what else is happening around me, it can all wait for a little while. I know full well it’ll be there when I get back from my soul-refreshing, brain-cleansing, life-affirming WALK.
October 25, 2010
So, what are your workout goals?
- Not being embarrassed to work out in my actual workout clothes.
- Not being out of breath by the time I get in place/set up/ready to work out.
- To actually work out?
- Not requiring 12 days of rest in between workouts.
- Not requiring a doctor’s visit, ice, heat, bandage, splint, ultrasound, or physical therapy after a workout.
- To whine a collective total of not more than 1 hour per workout.
- To actually work out more than once?
- To stop swearing at the television screen.
- To really consider the value of a swear jar before I truly commit to #8.
- To make this list sound at least slightly more funny than true.
I know: It’s scary how high I’m aiming here. I know they all warn against being unrealistic, but I wasn’t sure how to go lower and still have them count as goals!
September 23, 2010
For the next twelve weeks (starting this coming Sunday) I’m using Fitbook to hold myself accountable to my fitness and nutrition goals. Writing it down, and having visual indicators for my success, have worked for me in the past. I’m moving away from tracking on the computer (though I remain a fan of SparkPeople) since it has gotten to be too much of a hassle to be so very dead-on specific with every little thing.
So instead of tracking at a 100-foot level, I’m going to use Fitbook to track at a 1,000 foot level. Food items, but not precise calorie counts. Workouts, but not exact calories burned. Overall goals broken down into weekly progress checks. It’s big enough to have room for all the tracking items that are important to me, but small enough to be portable and fit into my purse. At first impression, it seems to be a handy little book.
We shall see if it effects my motivation and discipline in any way. If it does, it’s worth its weight in gold. If it doesn’t, well, I’ll keep on keepin’ on. Hopefully I’ll kick myself in the ass hard enough to see some sort of improvement by Christmas.
September 6, 2010
I’ll bet that’s not a title that inspires confidence about this being a cheerful, upbeat post. Well, it ain’t.
I guess, more accurately, that I feel dubious about my body. The thing is, if I hadn’t gotten into such good shape last fall, I wouldn’t be so upset about the way things are now. When I got back from teacher training in October, I was shaved of most fat, and I’d picked up a huge amount of muscle tone in my legs, my arms, my butt, and my abs. (Climbing up a steep trail on the edge of a canyon twice a day, along with hours of yoga every morning and afternoon, will do that to you.) All my clothes were loose. I felt light and quick and strong, and I was over the moon with how I looked and felt.
But of course I couldn’t maintain that. I had other things to do than keeping up my body and doing yoga. I had to work, I had to commute, I had to cook, I had to deal with life. Quickly I got soggy, and even as I fought back feebly with halfhearted aerobics and tough yoga that I really didn’t want to do, I found myself caving more and more to the siren songs of California Tortilla and Chili’s instead of the good food I’d gotten in the habit of making for myself at home. I started buying chips at the grocery store again.
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