If you follow me on twitter (I know you do…..) then you have noticed a trend recently.
Every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday I work out. On the elliptical (that used to be more of a clothes holder). For at least 20 minutes.
Because I was tired of complaining (usually to Mike) about the flabby-ness that’s been going on up in here. And getting increasingly more flabby over the past few months. Of rather, fluffy, as I usually refer to it as. If I didn’t just START DOING IT – I was going to keep whining and the fluff wouldn’t be going anywhere.
So I did what anyone would do. I scheduled it. So at 8:30 (if I haven’t started it yet) I am reminded to get to working out. If it’s not on my calendar, it’s not going to happen and you can guarantee yourself that I already forgot about it. So this seemed like a pretty logical step.
I’ve also been using myfitnesspal to track calories. It’s good and bad. Good because it keeps me accountable. Bad because it keeps me accountable.
I’m not really trying to lose weight (inches, yes!) but to make myself feel good (and extra energy!) about how I look.
And, it’s something I can control right now. there are plenty of things about my life that I have ZERO control over, but this, is all mine. It’s all on me and I think I really needed something to take the edge off of the stress.
Tonight I am going to try zumba (they have it at the studio G dances at) with my mom and sisters. I have a feeling we will laugh a lot more than we will zumba, but I kind of hope that I like it! And that I don’t die.
so, I’m back to working out. or weeerkin’ out. or whatever.