Recently, I’ve been falling into a strange awareness. I’ve been noticing the way we all look in this country. I’m talking about that statistic we hear about in the news: about 1 in 3 of us being considered very obese. This is usually something we see, we nod about, and then carry on with our day. I am this statistic. And so are a lot of other people.
Three kids playing in the church parking lot near my house, and all three are very overweight. These kids are maybe 10. I’m at the grocery store tonight, and there are people with over a hundred pounds to lose wheeling monster carts of food down the aisles, piled to the top with Coke Classic, Oreos, pork chops, and she’s trying to get a big mega bag of chips onto the top without it falling off (I’m not making this up).
I just checked out a site called diet blog. It’s more or less a news feed for diet information, but it’s pretty entertaining. Better than reading more about your reality show of choice.
Last fall: I barely managed to jog a mile.
Today: Hey, no problem. Except for the breathing and the 95% of maximum heart rate bit. But woo. I’m getting there. It took me 10 minutes. I think last year took me a half hour.
The best part? I feel like I’m still full of juice and ready to do other things today. Hello, sun!
4- Didn’t do it. Sorry, guys.
Day 5- First day of doing the Strength section. Holy f#(c)k! It was probably some of the hardest working out I’ve done in my life. I can’t BELIEVE I’m doing this with only 25 pound dumbbells. They are PLENTY heavy, trust me. I’d have used lesser weights for one or two of the exercises. Well, on one I did.
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I took a quick snap of Kat and I.
I bought a cheap pedometer the other day at Wal-Mart. It was five bucks. It basically does two things: counts steps, and guesses how many steps equal miles for me. What it really does, however, is motivate me to keep moving.
It’s amazing how putting a number to something gives a little extra motivation. For example, the other day, I managed about five miles of walking throughout the day. This didn’t involve any specific outings to go walk. It was just what I got out of my daily activities. Mind you, knowing that something on my foot was counting my moves, I certainly got around a little more than normal. And that’s the point.
Today wasn’t hard at all. Aerobics, followed by some stretching, followed by a different kind of stretching. It really winded me at points, but I wasn’t dying. Yesterday was a little harder. I’m getting better at some of the core ab-building stuff like pillars and side pillars.
Tomorrow is zone 2 heart rate stuff. I’m hopeful we can still accomplish it the way we’ve been doing zone 1 stuff. It’s weird working for a heartbeat instead of a set time or distance goal. I like the workout, though.
Last night’s workout was a kicker. 12 minutes of aerobic activity, followed by stretching, followed by some work on the physioball (or Swiss Ball). Man, for something where we haven’t really even touched the weights yet, this workout is kicking my ass. It’s really great, and I’m getting all kinds of flexibility benefits. But man…
I’m still here and still going. We’ll see if it gets better. We’re probably going to repeat weeks 2-3 if we’re in question of whether we’re ready for the more intense stuff in week 4.