Who starts an outdoor workout
regimen in the dog days of August? A
highly motivated mama who is hoping to not keel over anytime soon (Spoiled
Wifey Aside: although my new unease is
that I’m going to be knocked off by some random driver, distracted by
texting. Damn you, Smart phones!).
Do I look “hot” in my
post-workout photo? Um, yes, hot but not
in the beautiful sense. I definitely
look hot, as in a sweaty, hot mess. Yup, so I decided to take a jog around the
block, which happens to be a half mile.
And then I got overly ambitious, or perhaps I was lacking adequate
oxygen to the brain to make lucid decisions, and decided to do it again. My first baby steps and I felt terrible. Sucking air hard, extremely sweaty, and not
enjoying it one bit. Where was my
endorphin rush?! The only highlights
were (1) stopping and (2) coming inside to the cool air conditioning.
I am using RunKeeper to keep
track of my “progress”, which is entertaining in a self-deprecating way, when a
few minutes after my first run I get an email notification that states “Congratulations! You have run your farthest distance to date.” Seriously?
I get an electronic fist bump for moving all of 1 mile? I won’t bother to share my pace. Or how many times I walked. I burned enough calories to think about
consuming a glass of red wine, but to think about it only. I can’t actually enjoy a glass of red wine until
my calorie burn equals consumption. It
could be a while. At least two more electronic
fist bumps, for sure.
GOALS
(1)
Oct
1: See progress in all my numbers: Cholesterol.
Blood Pressure. Whatever else
they are testing me on and using their scare tactics for healthy behavior modification.
(2)
Run/Walk/Crawl a 5K on Sep 22. In my 20s, I used to run long distance races
frequently, albeit slowly. My knees have
never forgiven me. I neither have the
time or desire to run half or full marathons again. But certainly, I can run a 5K and think it’s
fun.
(3)
ZUMBA!
Not one, but two classes a week, starting in September. Do what you love, and then it doesn’t feel
like a workout. I can swing my hips with
the best of them!
Note that I am not making a
weight loss goal at this time, because surely if I am moving and not stuffing
my face with comfort foods, the pounds will drop. I also note that I need to add strength
training. But right now my focus is to
just start moving, on a regular basis, without bitching about it. Strength training is intimidating to me. So we will save that when I am a bit farther
down the road and committed.
FOOD CHALLENGES
I can already feel myself getting
agitated as I think about this. I think
making good food choices consistently will be the most difficult for me. I am not a gal who likes to deny myself of
anything. Willingly cut back on
dessert? Are you serious? I have decided to cut back on cake (bye-bye, tiramasu. *sigh*) and only indulge when I dine out, which isn’t often. I still have snack size chocolate popsicles,
and I do snack on chocolate & almonds. I can’t make too many draconian cutbacks all
at once.
I am already losing interest in
my own post about food, as I am sipping my red wine. Don’t judge.
This is my first glass of wine in over a week. And it’s only one glass. Ok, maybe two.
Wish me self-discipline!
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