A couple of months back (actually, over Christmas break) when I was feeling decidedly down on myself and my lack of energy, not to mention my body image, my brother introduced me to Zuzana of Bodyrock.tv As he's an avid fan of working out and is always looking for a new challenge, he found her videos on YouTube and thought I might like to give them a try.
Now I should mention a couple of things up front.
- I have never stuck to a workout plan in my life. Not. Ever.
I get bored with working out very easily and exercise has never been routine for me. In the past, I've played on sports teams (I played a lot of field hockey), and I have been lucky enough to have a decent metabolism that allowed me to be pretty lazy. I'm not rake thin (at least not in my estimation) but it hasn't been a struggle most of the time.
- I don't typically eat a lot of junk food and I do not tend to snack.
However, in the past year or so I have developed some really, really crappy eating habits . While I realize that most of the blame in this arena rests squarely on my own shoulders, it comes in part from living with my bf. What can I say? I'm cheap...and I know I can cook better food than I can buy at McDonalds. Having said that, I can be really, really lazy and the bf facilitates this with his own laziness and willingness to pay for crap food. (Bad bad bad!)
But enough about that.
The fact is, now that I'm twenty-seven (almost twenty-eight), my metabolism simply isn't what it used to be. Couple this with the fact that I now spend more time than ever in front of my computer (or at a desk elsewhere), I've come to the point where I just don't feel like myself. This isn't a "poor me, I'm getting fat" post. I find when relatively thin people make such comments they're plain insulting. This is, however, public acknowledgment of the fact that I'm not comfortable in my own skin and this has to change.
Where now?
Rather than make sweeping affirmations of plans to pursue a rigorous workout six days a week coupled with a strict diet regimen (because let's face it, nothing is more daunting than forced commitment), I'm going to promise myself a minimum of three days of exercise. I've realized in the past few months that I've bought a lot of "things" that make me happy; cosmetics, electronic gadgets etc. These are normal items that I typically deplore because they're shallow and indulge society's base consumerist tendencies. In reflecting upon my pursuit of these things I realized that the one thing I really wanted above all else - comfort in my own skin - I couldn't buy. Truly good things in life are never easy.
Promises:
I have eight pounds to lose. Why eight? It seems so arbitrary. I could be happy with five. Eight pounds will put me back at the same weight I was when I ended university (and high school) . It doesn't matter - this isn't about weight anyway. It's about motivation and self-discipline and keeping promises to myself. Promises that money can't buy and nobody else can give me.
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