Ahem.... so, right back to it, eh? As you can guess, my slacking off is a condition that expands beyond the blogosphere right into my running shoes. After the last time I wrote, I may have gone running once, not that I remember, particularly. But not to worry, my activity did not completely cease. I've spent the time working on the yard, whipping the house into shape, and whipping myself into shape, finding little glimmers of motivation here and there, and completely ruining my theories about needing to find the zen space between my heels and the asphalt.
Recently I've been spending the occasional Saturday morning working out with a friend. I was a little embarrassed by the strenuous amount of effort it took me to get through one little 30 minute video workout, so I decided to study on my own time. Equipment: 2 hand weights and one workout video promising amazing results in 30 days (all under $25 from the Bulls-eye) and one bleary-eyed, just-out-of-bed body. First of all, let me just say that I don't believe any claims about anything. Ever. That being said, I took the "ripped in 30 days" claim of the video as a challenge. I'll do damn near anything I have to to prove it doesn't work, or I'll kill myself (and by kill, I mean accidentally shape up and have to eat my words, which can be a very poisonous diet) trying.
As of now, I'm smack in the middle of the 2nd week, and much to my surprise, I've stuck with it every day so far. Apparently structure, direction, and accountability aren't such terrible deterrents to getting something done... oh, and also it helps to have somebody scream at you through the tv screen (we'll just ignore any subtextual inferences about self-torture). Really, it's about one thing: know thyself. Just because your goals may be more about proving obstinate points than getting ready for "bathing suit season" (does anybody believe this, really?) doesn't mean that they're still not goals. And just because you don't like an activity enough to get through it without the driving distraction of screaming guitars or screeching trainers doesn't mean you can't reap the benefits of at least giving it a go. And it never hurts to find a friend who not only doesn't think you're crazy for yelling back at the tv, but will air punch that bitch in the face right along with you.
Today, I decided to abandon all reason, lace up the shoes, plug in the tunes and hit the road before my normally scheduled workout. I won't lie - I didn't like it. But it didn't kill me. I still got all the way through my workout, and I do feel a little proud... but not enough to brag about stats. Who cares anyway?
PS - It should be noted that there is a diet to go along with the video. I refuse to follow it, which will probably break any claims I have as to the efficacy of the system, but I figure that's a given. I don't like diets; they're complicated, too frequently unfounded, and they make the joyous indulgence of eating boring and tedious. Here's a little entertainment for you: That Mitchell and Webb Look: Lifestyle Nutritionists
Adios til next time!
Recently I've been spending the occasional Saturday morning working out with a friend. I was a little embarrassed by the strenuous amount of effort it took me to get through one little 30 minute video workout, so I decided to study on my own time. Equipment: 2 hand weights and one workout video promising amazing results in 30 days (all under $25 from the Bulls-eye) and one bleary-eyed, just-out-of-bed body. First of all, let me just say that I don't believe any claims about anything. Ever. That being said, I took the "ripped in 30 days" claim of the video as a challenge. I'll do damn near anything I have to to prove it doesn't work, or I'll kill myself (and by kill, I mean accidentally shape up and have to eat my words, which can be a very poisonous diet) trying.
As of now, I'm smack in the middle of the 2nd week, and much to my surprise, I've stuck with it every day so far. Apparently structure, direction, and accountability aren't such terrible deterrents to getting something done... oh, and also it helps to have somebody scream at you through the tv screen (we'll just ignore any subtextual inferences about self-torture). Really, it's about one thing: know thyself. Just because your goals may be more about proving obstinate points than getting ready for "bathing suit season" (does anybody believe this, really?) doesn't mean that they're still not goals. And just because you don't like an activity enough to get through it without the driving distraction of screaming guitars or screeching trainers doesn't mean you can't reap the benefits of at least giving it a go. And it never hurts to find a friend who not only doesn't think you're crazy for yelling back at the tv, but will air punch that bitch in the face right along with you.
Today, I decided to abandon all reason, lace up the shoes, plug in the tunes and hit the road before my normally scheduled workout. I won't lie - I didn't like it. But it didn't kill me. I still got all the way through my workout, and I do feel a little proud... but not enough to brag about stats. Who cares anyway?
PS - It should be noted that there is a diet to go along with the video. I refuse to follow it, which will probably break any claims I have as to the efficacy of the system, but I figure that's a given. I don't like diets; they're complicated, too frequently unfounded, and they make the joyous indulgence of eating boring and tedious. Here's a little entertainment for you: That Mitchell and Webb Look: Lifestyle Nutritionists
Adios til next time!
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