Sunday, January 10, 2010
Week Two: I have a problem.
Last night, Peter and I went out for a steak dinner (Ruth's Chris. Butter. BUUUTTER. Oh man.) and you know, any weight concerns I have didn't stop me from eating two thirds of a delectably bloody ribeye, mushrooms stuffed with crabmeat, and chugging most of a bottle of Shiraz. But as I was cramming it all in my steakhole, it did cross my mind that it probably never will, unless I am forced to change my eating habits for serious and immediate health reasons, like diabetes. I mean, I know there's heart disease and cancer to worry about, but they're so...not present right now. There's not a big dude wearing a shirt that says "heart disease" coming over and punching me in the face twice a week. But the steak? Totally present. And delicious. More delicious than thinking about the grabber I might have in ten years.
So the easier step for me to take for now is working exercise into the routine. So, what do I know about myself as far as exercise is concerned? I already know I hate going to the gym, but I feel great coming out. I know that I really enjoyed the weekly yoga class I took with my mom a while back, but that I have a spotty record of practicing yoga on my own at home. For a while I was running with a partner at a nearby park, but that sort of petered out after she hurt her ankle, and I never got into going it alone. What this adds up to, I think, is that I do much better with external accountability. A running partner, a class environment, something that makes me think "I'm expected to be in X place doing X right now" motivates me much more than a nagging, "Oh, I should go do the elliptical over my lunch break...but I don't have fresh nutmeg for the soup I wanted to make...so maybe I should just go to the store and I'll absolutely go to the gym tomorrow...yeah..." I guess I could use this blog as accountability, but I have no shame about admitting failure here. The pain would be too brief. Still, I am trying to find a way to make this work. It's important, and I would like it to stick.
As is my wont, though, I have been putting off taking a tour of the NEIU gym, which is five seconds from my office and features a variety of appealing fitness classes. But I WILL call...tomorrow. I swear. In the meantime, I have a problem, and that is that I had alllll childless morning to go running, do yoga, whatever, but instead I nursed a red-wine headache and didn't hang up all the new curtains in the front room like I had intended. And now I have the girl, Peter's gone for the day, and I have a variety of chores that are in my face, plus my mom wants to go to the movies later, and who am I to say no to that? My point is, I blew it already, and I don't know if I can recover the day. If I were considering cheating, and I am, I could just switch challenges to something easier, like the Eat Breakfast Everyday (although it occurs to me now that the two pieces of bacon I had at Mom's probably shouldn't constitute breakfast, and it's 1 in the afternoon...). But I won't. Like I said, this is important. And every day is going to have things that I should do instead. Make it a priority, is the deal. I will find a way to make it happen today, even if it's at 11 at night.