Yes, I know I missed a day and then there were a few where I didn't do anything....
The plan is that there is no plan.
I have to have a plan, right?
Well, if I have a plan it's this- I am going to try to work out for at least 35 minutes 5 times a week.
Yes, Yoda, I wrote try.
Because if I only get to the gym 3 or 4 times it will be better than nothing.
And if I make it 7, fantastic.
In the past, I would say "Screw it, it's not working" and that would be that.
5 am appears to be working out (pun intended). I wanted to sleep in today as I did yesterday, but I couldn't because I had just done a radio show with my friend Charmaine and talked about how important being healthy was to me. I didn't really hear the alarm as much as I heard "Liar, liar, pants on fire" in my head when I got out of bed.
Over the weekend we did a charity walk/run for the Girl Scouts. We did the Shortbread Shuffle- a 1 mile walk which my kids ran. This has inspired me to do the Cirque 5k run in March with them since they clearly can do it. I really do not enjoy running. At all. It was very inspiring to watch my friend Lisa run her first 5k after losing a boatload of weight- and she killed it. 29 minutes. Wow. I will not finish in 29 minutes. 39 possibly.
Then I went to Monterey for a business trip. Rough life, I know. I headed out at 5 for a run on the wharf, but I have to say, running in the dark in a strange city freaked me out, so I went to the hotel gym. It sucked, but to quote the very fit colleague of mine who was there "You showed up." Yep. I did.
I didn't make it there on Tuesday, thinking I would do something when I got home that night (really??) and then Wednesday morning.....yawwwwwnnnn.... I slept in.
But today, I didn't. Today I went. Today's inspiration was the man who had Parkinson's doing toe touches and fighting it every step of the way with his therapist.
I will be back tomorrow.
Because as I explained to my friend Charmaine yesterday, it's not about weight loss any more. I'm not going to get to a magic weight and suddenly stop exercising. I'll have to keep exercising. And if I don't lose weight it doesn't matter- exercise is important on its own merits. Heart disease is the #1 killer of women my age. And for the most part, I can do something about it.
I am nicer when I work out. I am sharper when I work out. I am happier when I work out. It gives me energy and it also makes me feel like I can control something. If I'm working out, it means I am sticking with my priorities and am in control of my life. I got fat because I let life control me. And I ate a lot of Ben & Jerry's and stopped exercising... but you know what I mean.
I may never be a size 6 again, but it doesn't mean I should just throw the towel in and get fatter and expedite my death.
Anything is better than nothing. Anything.
So get moving.