Monday, August 13, 2012
Where has July gone? It's fading into the horizon as I close in on my birthday -- one of the big milestones -- and I look forward to trying to make the most of August and September with the hot weather. Time to pull out the bike and get back on the road, take a basic maintenance class so I feel confident in case I get a flat, and enjoy the spectacular freedom that comes with fresh air and no destination in mind. My secret hope is to do one of the Ann Arbor roads swirling with golden maple leaves. Maybe bike to a cider mill?
The last few weeks have been up and down with regards to my progress. I have steadily worked out and taken up the strength-training class on Tuesday night again after drifting away to be a lazy potato. Why did I ever leave this class? It's funny what you learn in retrospect upon returning to a group activity, especially when I realized it wasn't that much of a challenge because I knew the moves. I can spend the entire hour honing my form, increasing the size of the hand weights, or focusing on really isolating my (lack of) abs and sucking them in. What's stopped me from trying Zumba? Unfamiliarity and fear I'm going to look like an uncoordinated mammoth staggering around in a drunken daze. Silliness, I tell you!
HydroFit and aquatic aerobics continue to be a great standby during the summer to cool down and work hard, though I do not feel I am getting a solid workout after 45 minutes. Maybe because the cardio takes place in the water and I don't turn into a sweaty wreck, though I certainly have moments trying to catch my breath. The only effect I find is that my thighs seem to be getting bigger and my weight is still all over the place. But being able to kick my way through Bon Jovi's "It's My Life" or Florence + the Machine's "Dog Days are Over" and Mumford and Son's "The Cave" is definitely invigorating.
I keep having aspirations to work out using strength exercises at work, especially since it's too hot to reliably walk outside. Have I? Working on that. Mostly I need to bring in capris and a shirt to feel comfortable, and get over the discomfort. But that can all be managed without shelling out extra cash!
What these past weeks have taught me is that the problem may lie in what I eat -- occasional, mindless snacking in the evening is my bane -- and I need to up my water content. I could stand to mix up my routine working out a bit more too. I don't like seeing tags on clothes again, a good sign that focusing on the plusses of being healthy may be better than agonizing that I'm not down to a size 6.
My motivation is to be HAPPY. And I've learned there is so much grace and joy to be found among friends here.