I could say that I’m trying to get in shape, but such a statement implies I have no shape at all, like I belong to Amoebas R’ Us.
I do have a shape, of course; it’s just expanding, like the universe.
Every time that I go to my doctor, she shows me a graph of my weight. Its trajectory is similar to the Banff Gondola, going up and up, edging closer to oxygen-deprived altitudes. This year I’m going to do something about that graph, or jump.
Like many North Americans who like to put the word FAIL in Resolution, I started my weight loss plan in early January. After week one of “shrinking my a$$ with sass” (during which I drank a kazillion gallons of water and trekked to Starbucks only once) my weight changed a dramatic 0.8 lbs. Yes, I GAINED nearly one pound. Week one is supposed to be the easy week, but my freaking gondola climbed higher, approaching the tree line and the international space station.
I’m making my fitness campaign public because—really—why fail alone when you can document it for hundreds of people?
Most Fridays (I know, my commitment level is awe-inspiring), I will post snarky/sassy/funny updates about my Fitness Die-ary, about Shrinking my A$$ with Sass.
By the end of next week, I plan to sweat at least once, not including shovelling the snow or walking up a flight of stairs. I aim high, like my weight.
Do you have any health goals?
What suggestions (serious or sassy) do you have for an exercise routine I can attempt this coming week?