Jan 18 2009
Excuses, Excuses, Excuses - A HASAY Update
When I joined up with club HASAY I fully expected to follow through with my goals to improve my eating habits, exercise daily, get leaner, and become stronger. Unfortunately sometime in December I got sidetracked. Not even a new year with all its bright shiny optimism could lure me from my funk. It was a funky funk, complete with junk food binges, apathy, and couch-potato-ish laziness.
I’m honestly out of excuses. Or am I?
I couldn’t exercise this week because…
all my workout DVDs spontaneously combusted.
my only pair of cross training sneakers were stolen from my closet by a band of doughy masked bandits.
mind controlling aliens have confined me to my sofa and sapped all the strength from my legs.
my children are holding me hostage and forcing me to play Lego Batman on the PS2 against my will.
my muscles have formed a strange alliance with my cellulite and are working against me to increase my pant size.
I’m severely allergic to my own sweat.
Truth be told an awkward encounter with a complete stranger has served as somewhat of a reality check for me. While there’s nothing wrong with sporting a second trimester swell when you’re a beautiful, glowing, pregnant woman. Having someone assume you’re carrying around another person in your pants does nothing for your self-esteem.
So this week, rather than resign myself to a life of poor eating and flaccid musculature, I will once again climb on the HASAY wagon with the rest of the club’s more determined members and resolve to make some permanent changes. Starting Monday I will begin to log in to my Sparkpeople food journal and keep track of what I’m putting in my mouth on a daily basis. I’m also cutting out the junk…goldfish, cupcakes, potato chips and dip…you get the idea. And the revised exercise goal is minimum three days a week of activity to start. Hopefully I’ll be able to increase that goal somewhat but I’ve got to start small lest I get discouraged yet again.
I’m on it people. Now if I could just figure out what those bandits did with my sneakers.
Advice to myself this week…
