If you read my first post, you know that a little over a month ago, I pledged to start moving more, start eating less, start writing down what I eat, etc, etc, in an effort to begin losing some weight the natural, healthy way and keep it off for good. In a nutshell, the post was about lifestyle change.
A month (or so) later, and I’ve gone from 147 to about 154.8 (about). So much for that. I didn’t revise my eating habits, I didn’t write down what I ate, and I could never remember to use my iPod’s pedometer on a daily basis. When I did use it, I found it REALLY difficult to get to 10,000 steps in a single day, even with superlong walks from C zone parking to my buildings on campus OR even if I walked all the way to campus from my apartment.
I will give myself proper credit, however.
What I did begin doing was really making a commitment to moving. It started with yoga. A friend and fellow blogger is working to become a certified Yoga teacher. As part of her training, she had to do eight hours of “community service” (read: free) yoga, and asked if anyone wanted to be a part of her weekly “class.” I love yoga, I love my friend, and I love free, so I said yes.
And then I got back on the Zumba train. Before spring break, I went to two Zumba classes at the student activities center before I started making excuses about being too busy. Then, after spring break, they moved the class to a day and time that was more workable for me. I could no longer make excuses, so I went. And had a blast. And went again the next week.
So I had Zumba Tuesday nights and yoga Wednesday nights. I decided to add a Thursday morning run/walk because I had an excuse to get up early—take my friend to his 8 am class—but I didn’t have to be on campus myself until 10 am, when I would give him the car and he would drop me off (or, “trade the car”). So I added that to my weekly workout regimen.
It wasn’t exactly running three to five times a week like I kind of wanted to aspire to in my head, but this was hella more fun. I eventually added more solo workouts, and have managed to stay pretty active since I got into that routine. So that, I say, is a pretty damn good start. I’ve Netflixed (yes, it’s a verb) the Dallas Cowboys Yoga video and managed to fit in some solo yoga both yesterday AND today. This morning, I also got out of bed, had a cup of tea, and went for a (very brief) swim! I only did ten laps—five using mostly legs, five using mostly arms—across my not-olympic-sized apartment swimming pool, but dammit, I went swimming. Also, I floated on my back a little, which just felt nice. I freaking love the water. I hope to make this a regular part of my regimen (summer, Huzzah!).
So now it’s time to get serious about the food. We’ll see how that goes. Wish me luck!