So, I realize that most people wait until January 1st to go all gung-ho change-my-life resolution-happy. I am not most people. I hate the idea of resolutions and all of the ridiculous pressure behind them. But I inspired myself last week, while out of town on a business trip. I was tired from driving all day and knew I had a week of poor eating ahead of me yet somehow I found the motivation to do one of my favorite workouts (Pauline Nordin's Butt Bible Workout... DO IT!!). The next night, I decided to venture down to the fitness center for a run. And so on and so forth. By the time I checked out of that hotel four days later I was on a streak, and I'll be damned if I'm going to break a streak!
... OK, so I broke the streak. After a full day of work and a tedious drive home I was not in any shape to do anything other than sleep. Chalk it up to a day of rest and move on. This brings me, rather wordily, to my point: Friday 11/11/11. Hey look, it has a lot of ones in it. You know what else has a lot of ones in it? My weight! ... OK, my weight only has one one in it but you're missing the point. It seemed like a good enough day to start something. It was the kind of day you remember. So, I started.
Now I can't just begin changing my life all willy-nilly, can I? I need a plan. I need... spreadsheets! I know, I know. You're wondering what the fuck I need spreadsheets for if I'm looking to be more active, right? Well, I don't "need" them. But my Type-A personality really freakin' likes hyper-organization and so spreadsheets there shall be. So far I've created three spreadsheets in two days. There is "Body Measurement Log", where I will fastidiously measure my hopefully-shrinking body on a monthly basis. There is "Workout Log", which will keep track of my daily workouts and run times. And lastly there is the dreaded "Weigh-In Log", which will track my weekly weigh-ins.
So... what is the point? Well, I've learned that it brings me actual joy to complete a workout and then run to my laptop to record it. Don't ask me why, it just does. Plus, I like holding myself accountable. If my weight/measurements increase this week/month, I can look at the workout log and understand the reason why. Yes, I'm a control freak. No, I'm not crazy. Let's move on.
So far in my adventure I have determined the best and worst things about frequent workouts. Interestingly enough, neither of them has anything to do with how I look or feel. My current favorite part of being more active is the shopping. Yep. If I'm working out seven days a week instead of my usual 3-4, that means I need more outfits (or I need to do laundry more frequently but let's stay grounded, shall we?). As for the worst part of working out daily, it is most certainly having to wash and style my hair. Every. Damn. Day. I am not a ponytail kind of girl except when I'm working out. This means I shampoo, condition and heat style on the daily. My hair hates me for it. And I can't get away with dry shampoo on the days I run because truth be told I sweat like a mofo. You're welcome.
I suppose I should wrap things up so I can actually get out of my pajamas and hit the treadmill. Don't worry, I intend to run like hell.