Throughout my whole childhood, and into adulthood, I never worried about being overweight. I was super active growing up – I studied classical ballet very seriously, which, for those not in the know, is extremely demanding physically. I did it seven days a week so I never needed to worry about things like calorie counting. Motivation to exercise (meaning, take ballet class) every night came easily because I loved it, it was my passion. Even when I stopped studying seriously and went off to college, I reaped the benefits of those prior years of work for quite a while. Now that I’ve hit 30, my body is getting all crotchety and I can’t eat whatever I want anymore. I’m technically overweight. Luckily for me, I’m 5’10” so it had more area to distribute itself over. On a recent trip to visit my dad back east, some pictures of me were taken…not good. Top that with realizing my own mortality as my body starts protesting things that it never so much as sneezed at before, and I’m feeling like I’ve got to start making an actual effort to take care of this apparatus called “my body” in which my mind resides.
I’ve kind of avoided really spelling this goal out into discrete components until now. I had made a vague New Year’s resolution to do 15 minutes of exercise a day at 5:30 in the morning (hah!) and work my way up to longer, more intense work outs. I want to have a rockin’ bod again. But I have not been doing so great with this one so far, so maybe the accountability of writing this blog will help on this goal too. I feel really motivated on the debt front, but feel like I’m still waiting for something to click and kick me in the ass on the caring for my body front.
So here goes, and we’ll start tomorrow morning:
- Mondays – workout video, at least 15 minutes
- Tuesdays – run/walk (until I can run) dog 2 who needs extra exercise around our condo complex
- Wednesdays – workout video, at least 15 minutes
- Thursdays – run/walk dog 2
- Fridays – workout video, at least 15 minutes
- Saturday – off
- Sunday – ballet barre (start in February)
For the month of January, fiance and I are not eating out at all (this is to meet both financial and health goals) or drinking alcohol. We had one Friday night where we fell off the wagon on the alcohol. I feel asleep after three beers, so it really wasn’t as fun as I expected, quite a let down. So I think I can make it through the rest of the month without it.
For February I’m going to do no dairy, and eat out no more than twice the whole month. I’d like to keep alcohol intake low as well, but I’m not sure how I want to structure this yet so I’ll update as it’s upon me.
For March I’d like to follow the Paleo diet strictly. It will be hard, but I’m certain it will be good for me mentally and physically.
Hopefully adding exercise, generally avoiding grains (thought not religiously), and eating sensibly will help me lose weight. I’ve already about four pounds of holiday weight just from no alcohol and not eating out, so that’s awesome. I want to lose another 40 pounds by June 2014. I think I can do it, but I have to really commit to the exercise. I hate exercise for exercise’s sake, it’s so boring. I love being physical with my body in sports, dance, etc. But I’ve gotten to the point where I’m so out of shape I can’t just jump into those things without putting myself at risk of injury. It’s sad. I feel ashamed, like I’ve let somebody down, and I guess I have. My poor body.