Kick-start my heart


In the spirit of the ever-elusive hottness, I have decided that I have gone long enough without exercising. It is time to recommit. Never would I have guessed that this was going to be the last time I ever moved a muscle, but sadly, I have been confronted with the truth that deep down, in my corest of cores, I am positively slothful.

The Big Trip, which encompassed the days between September 10 and January 4, was a glorious lethargy, a near-4-month hiatus from all things health related. Drink wine at least 5 nights/week? Check. Eat nothing but cheese? Check. Quit exercise cold-turkey? Yes, please.

The result was a gaining of 12 pounds, and I know that it was precisely 12 pounds, because I keep an eye on the scale. I watched each pound as it schmooped itself onto my body, and before I knew it, I didn’t have a single pair of pants that fit me. This didn’t stop me, though, because believe it or not, it is quite pleasant to do nothing but consume wine and cheese. And there are always skirts, right?

Eventually, I landed here in Nashville, and for the past 2 months, have been getting myself back onto a healthy diet. I’ve been calorie counting, and eating from the food pyramid, and trying not to eat too many brownies. This has helped get the number on the scale back down to where it should be, but ultimately, my body has been crying out for a challenge. My muscles have atrophied, but more depressingly, my spirits have been at a low that can only be attributed to a lack of endorphines.

So, when I found out that there is a gym in the building at work, I told myself that now was the time. I signed up.

It’s an amazing thing to feel muscles begin to work again. They remember! They remember how to be strong, even if they’re not back to fighting form yet. My bum hip is crying out, but as I stretch it and work it, it’s feeling better. My lungs feel positively mighty. My heart can’t quite keep up with my will yet, but the day will come when I’ll be back to my mega-workouts.

This is the only body I get, flaws and all. I choose to treat it well. This is my recommitment.


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  1. Sally on March 10, 2008 at 2:01 PM

    I just got a bike trainer… I know exactly how you feel. After so long of just taking life in from the couch… now I watch Gilmore Girls while I sweat out the stress of life for 45 minutes. It is awesome.

  2. Kelli on March 10, 2008 at 4:05 PM

    Yeah, good for you!! Jarom bought me an elliptical a few months ago. I feel like I am going to throw up every time I use it (which I try and use everyday). Hopefully the results will be worth the effort.

  3. Sarah on March 10, 2008 at 5:32 PM

    You will want to check my blog for a video to inspire you…those bike moves will kick-start your heart. That Lori Loughlin…

  4. Christina on March 10, 2008 at 6:22 PM

    I certainly contributed some wine and to cheese to your cause. Guilty as charged.

  5. Deborah Barnett on March 10, 2008 at 10:28 PM

    yes! I knew you’d be a blogger! And if you read my blog entry entitled “Spring Teasers…”, you’ll know I relate. However, my extra winter layer has not yet been removed. Still working on it. Slowly.

    And though I will be feeding you wine this week… and probably cheese… we will combat those delicious calories with a blood oath and a pinky-swear to do 10 extra push-ups the next day. Or just 10 period. :o)

    See you soon friend. Deb

  6. Sarah on March 11, 2008 at 8:07 AM

    well, there is that. he is a very attractive man.

    by the way, you are kind of my personal hero if you gained 12 lbs from wine and cheese and then had enough self-control to lose it without tons of running! seriously.

    wine and brownies are two very hard to resist things. enjoy the launch back into hottness!

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