He gang, remember me?
It appears that I took an unexpected blogging hiatus - mostly because I kept waiting for something exciting or meaningful to happen. And then when something did, I just couldn't seem to find the words to express it all. Since I last blogged, lots of great things have unfolded:
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| We're winners! |
- I found a full time job that doesn't make me want to slam my head in a filing cabinet drawer.
- I ran my best marathon time ever in Ottawa - 4:52:34. First time breaking 5 hours!
- I ran the NYC marathon with my most righteous running buddy, Mousearoo.
- I became a certified RPM spin instructor and started teaching at GoodLife.
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| Yeehaw! |
- I became a certified RPM spin instructor and started teaching at GoodLife.
- I went to Mexico for the first time and found pure joy for the first time in a very, very long time (and jumped off a cliff, too!)
All this is really awesome. REALLY awesome. However, it's not all kittens and rainbows. This week I hit my highest weight of all time. How is that even possible? I run, I spin, I move my body a lot. But clearly, I'm doing something wrong. I think it's safe to say that has to do with food and drink, and my immense love for all of it.
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| Dos cervezas, pour four more. |
So here I am, feeling like I'm enveloped in a fat suit. It actually feels foreign to me, like a big snow suit that I can't take off. It feels wrong. And yet I don't seem to be able to break the cycle that keeps inching me closer and closer to 200lbs.
Today that all changes.
Today I have a plan. Today, March 17, 2014, I have a plan. I got me a FitBook and a goal for 12 weeks. No more starting and restarting. I have 12 weeks to get my shit together. 12 weeks is manageable. In 12 weeks, I will lose 11 lbs and drop my body fat from 36.3% to 31.8%. It's not a lot, but it's more realistic than my usual goals that are too lofty and unreasonable for any human to achieve.
So, here we go. Week 1, Day 1.
Stay tuned for further updates.
