I call myself a runner. It’s my idea of a party trick. The teenagers I work with seem to find it funny that I run. I’m too chubby to be a runner. They’re right. I’m more of a fast walker with occasional bursts of slow jogging. At least it’s something.
A year ago, I lost 40-45 pounds from my walking/jogging habit. It was pretty sweet. Shrinking is fun when you desperately need to for your health and for your happiness. I went down a couple sizes and then I hit that gulf where I was comfortably in some of the smaller sizes in the plus section and the biggest sizes in the regular womens’ clothing were wearable. Shopping at Old Navy was cool. A lot of their clothing isn’t flattering on women with my build, but I enjoyed finding jeans there and loading up on cheap t-shirts. I plateaued.
It’s pretty easy to do that when hitting a certain number for weight or a milestone like saying goodbye to plus size clothing. So I hear, anyway. My whole life I’ve let myself be identified by the department I have to shop in for clothing. There’s a pretty big mental obstacle in the way of changing that. I’m going to, though.
I signed up for a one month fitness challenge at my gym today. It’s a food journal, exercise log, health class combination that won’t be things I haven’t heard before but will, hopefully, be a way to refocus and get back to pursuing health with a vengeance. Volleyball starts up again next week, too. I need that. It’s exercise disguised as fun.
I wasn’t sure if I would share fitness stuff on this blog. I’m going to, though. Weight loss requires the same consistency and discipline that running does or that writing does or that establishing any sort of work ethic requires. Focusing on one area will trickle into other areas. I know this from last year’s experience but I’ll remember it as I pursue all things hardcore once again.
This competition goes until November 16 which is also the day I leave for the National Youth Workers Convention in Atlanta. I haven’t tried to quantify a goal for how many pounds to lose by then or how many miles to jog, but I’m excited to get better. Atlanta will be a good reward for whatever I can achieve by then.
If you take the time to read this, you should take the time to comment tonight (or today–whenever you get to it.) What area of your life do you need to step up or find renewed focus? How are you going to do that?
Baby steps are fine, by the way. A year ago, I was running 2-2.5 miles out of the 3.5 I’d do in a typical workout. Tonight I ran 2 laps of the 9 I did on the indoor track. That’s a measly 1/8 of a mile. I’ll work my way back up especially if I pretend you’re holding me accountable. Let me know if I can hold you accountable at all.