Tuesday, January 03, 2012
Yeah, it's nice to be all "healthy lifestyle perfect" and plan how you're going to do XY and Z while on a planned vacation (like a trip or just not having to go to work and lazing around your house in your pajamas watching five seasons of "Futurama", two seasons of "The Sopranos", and two seasons of "Six Feet Under") but you know what's even better.
NOT planning healthy things. AND even doing some "unhealthy" things like chowing a mess of ice cream (did that twice) and not doing one lick of "official" exercise AND NOT FEELING GUILTY ABOUT IT FOR ONE FREAKING SECOND.
Did you get that?
NOT FEELING GUILTY FOR LIVING MY LIFE. "Healthy" or not.
Does that mean I "fell off th wagon" and now have to "get back to it" and all that crap we always read here?
I didn't "fall off the wagon". That implies I had nothing to do with it, that some outside force worked against my will to make me "fall".
I CHOSE to not track my calories and indulge in "old behaviors" and be lazy. And guess what?
It didn't send me into some spiral where I'm now going to flail and fail and never "get back to it".
It's the exact opposite.
That week of vacation (from paid work and interacting with the general public and really doing much of anything at all except being lazy and passive and--well pretty much feeling what it's like to be my cat except for the whole litter box and washing myself with my tongue things) was THE BEST THING I COULD HAVE DONE FOR MYSELF. It was one extended "rest day" we're always told is so important when we exercise consistently.
And while the whole "I'll start again on Jan 1" thing is so played out, it's exactly what I did. New Year's Day found me at an 11 a.m. yoga class. I was stretching and balancing and sweating and LOVING IT.
Because I had a week to MISS IT.
And the next day's trip to the grocery store found me filling my cart with crazy healthy stuff (it's clementine time of year--love them!) and I went home and ate fruit and veggies and there was no pop or pizza or crazy salty junk or mindless eating.
Because I got it out of my system. I didn't WANT that crap anymore.
Did I lose ground on my Supreme 90 Day Challenge? Hell yes. I'm almost two weeks behind now. But that's the beauty of exercise dvds. They have no expiration date. They're up in my exercise room (did I mention I now have an exercise room--how's that for awesome!) waiting for my triumphant (and a bit tired, I'm going to bet) return to them tonight.
Did I manage to lose any weight in December? Hell no. Did I even manage to break even? Of course not. I GAINED about three pounds. And not, it's not "water weight" or any of that crap. I acted like a pig (eating over indulgently and laying around basking in my own laziness) and just like a pig I put on some weight (pigs put on weight very easily--maybe they should be used for weight related studies in humans?). Am I tearing out my hair and being all "woe is me" over it?
NO EFFING WAY.
It's perfect, in fact. I'm wanted to "start over" (so to speak) here on spark. Put the "I lost 40 lbs" behind me and act like my current weight (175.4 for the record) is my "starting weight".
So that's what I'm going to do. Right now. Reset my trackers and get to work actively moving toward my goal weight.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
No, this is not some big reveal post about how I've crapped my pants (I'll save that tale for another day. . .I mean. . .I've never. . .uh. . .)
In honor of Mr. Hanky, the Christmas Poo:
David Fleming of ESPN airs out the stinkables of some elite atheletes who not only wrote their names on the wall of sport history, but left a little stinky mess on the floor (and their pants) while doing it.
And RELAX. Everybody poops. Just make sure you wash up afterward (and burn those shorts!).
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