OR, This Time It’s Going to be Only Regular Difficult. Plus, a small entertainment at the bottom of the post.
I started three weeks ago, walking briskly almost every day, lifting weights and cutting down my food portions. My pants are looser, my big tummy a little smaller. And my weight? PRECISELY THE SAME. I understand that I’ve lost fat and put on muscle blah blah, but DAMMIT.
The Stelara is doing an excellent job of making me able to walk and do things and my toe is mostly mended. Next is to further slow the hand-to-maw exercise. (P.S. Thanks SO MUCH for all of your reading recommendations. I plowed through over a dozen books that weekend and wasn’t disappointed in any of them. Delightful!)
I don’t have a precise GOAL in mind, like a level of fitness (I want to be back to running four miles a day, but that’s a very long-haul goal, like maybe six months or more) or a specific weight (lose until I feel right; probably talking years here.) I just want to be in that PLACE, the place where I feel strong and brave and pretty.
I can’t do Better U for several important reasons. First, they use the letter U for “you” which I find profoundly irritating. Second, the website is www.goredforwomen.org. I understand that it’s supposed to read “Go Red For Women” but my brain unfortunately sees “GORED FOR WOMEN” and immediately produces images of brave bull-runners in Pamplona allowing themselves to be impaled on wickedly sharp horns for the sake of all womanhood, and I can’t encourage that sort of thing. Terribly dangerous for all involved. Thirdly, I have to sign up to register and give my information. I never do that. And the last and most dreadful reason of all: I’m too cynical and curmudgeonly to want to JOIN anything.
I am doing these three things: [exercise thing] Walk a minimum of two miles a day for a minimum of five days a week. [food thing] No white flour anything except for Cake Day once a week. [health thing] Be absolutely virtuous in remembering to take the supplements the doctor wants me to take which I haven’t bought from the pharmacy yet. She told me a month ago.
There will be no fail. I love to be outside walking or running, dreams in my head, iPod music in my ears. I may be slow, I may be goofy, and I am certainly fat, but I’ll get more fit, slim down some, and have a lovely time doing it. Because I must. You are all watching…
And now for the fun part: a game.
I’m going to tell you something embarrassing but true about my fitness plan. Then, should you wish to, you may tell me something embarrassing/silly/charming about yours. We’ll all chuckle indulgently at one another’s irrepressible eccentricities.
I wanted some kind of fun way to spice up my mileage, and I was messing around on the internet and found The Eowyn Challenge. You chose your Middle Earth journey and look up your mileage on these detailed mileage charts. Today, according to the chart, at mile thirty-five, I kept a stone’s throw left of the road to avoid the Black Rider I saw a couple of miles back; slower going now. Only six more miles until we meet up with Gildor and company. I can’t wait to eat the elvish food. I hear it’s great.
“I will go east, and I will make for Rivendell.” Then I’ll head for Lothlorien and beyond, and simply walk into Mordor.
I’m dying to hear your stories of clever or ridiculous tricks you use to keep motivated.