One of the things keeping me on track is the realization that losing weight is just a first step. The second, and more important step, one that is supposed to last for the rest of the life, is locking in the habits needed to keep the weight off. Not at all sure that’s occurred yet.
I’ve actually gotten in the habit of going to the gym regularly, driven first by the quest for the ugly t-shirt over the late October-mid December time frame, and then continuing after I got to Michigan. But I wonder if this is a habit that will survive either a) finding a fricking job, or b) summer months and outdoor activities.
The first factor is important because right now, I go to the gym as both a primary source of entertainment (cheap, or at least paid for up front, source of fun), as well as something to do other than scour the 21st century version of help wanted ads. The gaining of employment, while unreservedly a VERY GOOD THING, will cut into the going to the gym impulse. It will also limit when I can wander in there, thus limiting what activities I can participate in, and thus messing with the “fun” aspect of the gym thing.
The latter is something that I see every year, no matter if I’d gotten into a rudimentary habit of wandering to the gym during the winter, or not. When summer comes, and softballs and Frisbees are flying, I never went to the gym. That was mostly true even last summer, even after starting sparking. Other than a few times where I forced myself to go, the summer has been a barren times for gym visits over the years when I’ve held a membership during that time (since 2008, basically).
Right now, I’m taking advantage of the available time, and going often, at a clip surprising to myself, really. Part of it is the availability of activities that just weren’t there at my previous gym, primarily pickleball, but lately, that running track, too. After the two mile wog last night, I went back this morning at 7 AM to play ultimate with the high school team that practices there on Tuesday mornings. One of the warmup drills is running 6-8 laps throwing Frisbees all the way, and my goal is to survive that by the time they stop doing their morning sessions in a few weeks. Because the two times I’ve joined them, I had to stop before I got through that warm up. At the end of the session, the coach sends his players up to the track for a 20 lap run. I’ve stayed below to play the game both weeks, but this morning, after the kids had left, I went on the track and went another two miles , half running, half walking, in 28:06 today.
It’s a thing, I guess. But I wonder if it’s a thing that can survive the inevitable coming of summer, and of the employment thing, whenever that finally comes to pass.
Blog title from the Crimson Glory song, "Lost Reflection". Chosen not because I'm locked in any attic, but because when I thought of a title for this particular bit of reflection, that's what came to mind.
wog detail: W2 R2 W2 R2 W2 R2 W3 R4 W3 R2, time 28:06, Mile 1 in 13:49, mile 2 in 14:17. Yeah, I can be obsessive about details like that. But I’m primarily keeping track for posterity, just in case it sticks, so I can look back some day and laugh at these initial shambling shuffles. Hey, a guy can dream, can’t he?