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Sunday Exercise plan

By now, you know that I struggle immensely with my weight. I am a committed Weight Watchers follower.  I’m a ‘wanna be’ on the exercise department.  I don’t go out and work out at a gym. I am a ‘home exerciser’.  I have a select few people I trust to egg me on, to be there to cheer for me and to literally kick my butt when I get whiny and feel sorry for myself. It’s an investment they’re making in me, that belief that I will succeed.  I can’t do less than prove them right.

I know that I’ve been rather negative about things that have really irritated me, but I’m trying a new tactic.  The people who make it a point to post on Facebook daily about how they spent 4+ hours in their gym?  Good job!  Spend another 4+ hours there tomorrow.  And the day after. Glad you’re making that change to your life!  I used to feel like I was having it shoved down my throat, like it was a “Look at me! I’m better than you because I work out all the time!”  I’ve since taken a look at what they’re doing (getting healthier) and looked at what I do for myself and it’s basically the same thing?  I can’t afford a gym, so my gym is my living room, with Shaun T’s Hip Hop Abs and Rockin’ Body DVDs.  When I get bored with that, I have a bicycle and some of the prettiest weather there is during the winter. So no, their “bragging” isn’t bugging me anymore.  I’m glad they’re doing what they do.  I do what I do, but don’t post it routinely.  I post a different sort of a thing to my people who hold me accountable for my actions.

Sure, it’s rough.  I wasn’t exercising regularly about 3 months ago. I joined a group and am expected to exercise every day, so I do. Even if it’s just belly dance, it’s working out.  It’s MOVING. That’s what I need.

I’m celebrating, in a small way.  I’m under the double century mark.  I hit 198.8 this morning, which is a LOT lighter than I’ve been in forever.  No, I’m not all bulked up with muscle.  Yes, I do eat and no, not always “right.  However, I made the decision that this is for me and me alone.  No competition with anyone else. So if I see someone posting their exercise success, I’ll applaud them from here, quietly, then go back to what I’m doing. As long as the Accountability group knows what I’m doing, and as long as my weigh ins at WW are continuing that tiny step down every week, I’ll be fine.  So it’s not a ginormous loss! My husband pointed out that I “didn’t get where I am overnight, so why should I expect it to all come off overnight?”  Of course, he has to be the sensible one and make me say “D’OH!” 

I’ve got to go now.  I have a bike ride planned and I want to get moving.  I have an appointment this afternoon that I want to feel like I truly earned and this bike ride is going to do it for me.



Living inside my head…

It’s another day, another workout for me. The challenge group I belong to, which is small, is wonderful.  My coach there is nice and yet rides my ass if I don’t post that I’ve worked out.  She’s helping me stay in focus.  This, I appreciate..  I also appreciate my husband telling me the other day that I was “hot”. It was after work and I was tired, but I still worked out and got that comment from him. That just made my day. He said, “I can wrap my arms around you.” He’s been super supportive and I am grateful! I dearly love him for being there.

Then there’s my friend, Cosmo.  She’s fabulous and also will kick  my butt and not let me fall down. She holds me accountable and usually cheers me on or tells me to get over myself.  I promised her I wasn’t going to bore people to death with my workout stories.  I’ve seen tons of those. The people who post them need their accountability and that’s their way of being accountable.  I get it.  I just don’t think I want to bore anyone with my trials and tribulations. I prefer to keep the surprise factor.  You see a picture of me once, a full body shot and that’s it.  Then I can hide and not let anyone see what I look like until my big transformation.  I hate posting pictures anyway because inevitably, somebody will bitch at me for “not smiling”.  I smile if I want.  I’m really sensitive about my looks and don’t pretend to think I’m all that and a bag of chips. Years of negative conditioning…if you don’t get told that you’re worthwhile, you absorb that and internalize it. That’s why I’m grateful for the people in my life now.  They are fabulous and helpful and will kick me if I deserve it.

So while I have the great people in my life, I find myself also thinking that I want approval from someone else. She won’t give me the time of day, but part of me just wants to scream, “Pay attention to me, damnit! I am here and need your approval!”  I knowI don’t need it. That doesn’t mean that an occasional word of “Hey, M, you’re doing GREAT!!” or “GREAT JOB!  I’m proud of you!” wouldn’t be appreciated!

It’s gotten to the point where I have seriously thought about de-friending her on Facebook.  People like that aren’t your friends.  They’re more like a person who only pays attention to you when they want something. If they are only in your life to drag you down, or to refuse to support you, then you don’t need them.  It goes along with the negativity.  Maybe this person has other things going on.  I’m sure she’s got issues of her own, but an occasional, “WTG” is, as I’ve said, appreciated. Ah well.  I’m working on that need.  To me, that’s a sign of me being too needy.  I don’t need people like that.  I need people who are genuine, who GET me and who push me when I’m a whiny person.

I’m probably being a whiny person right now, but I’ve had time to do a LOT of thinking. I’m happy where I am in my life right now.  No, I will NOT post a thousand pictures of myself.  Not gonna do a “before and after” thing. Not going to post daily that I have worked out. You want to know, ask me, but don’t look for it.

It’s all good.  I’ve spent a lot of time in my head again. I’m happier now than I was this time last year.  I’m happy that I rearranged my goals for movement.  I’m not trying to keep up with the Joneses or the Smiths or whomever in steps/activity.  I’m right where I need to be. By the end of 2013, I think I’ll even be in a better place!!

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