Because it’s the worst, let’s talk about fitness. Specifically, my fitness goals. As I mentioned in my New Year’s post, I’m biting off small fitness goal chunks (but not after 8pm because remember? No eating after 8).
I have gone out running twice since my last post, and will do so again this evening. Winter is actually the perfect time for me to get back into a running habit – I love running in the cold. Not so much in the summer so that is going to be something I have to work on when the weather warms up. I may have to look at doing more strength training or taking some fitness classes at my local community center (bless them and their air conditioned gym!) during the late spring/summer months to make up for the decrease in running.
In addition to the running, I’m going to set up a schedule for myself for doing some at-home work outs that involve using my own body weight. There are a boat load of work outs of various length and difficulty on Pinterest and I’ve been filling up my fitness board (<- click the link if you want to check it out).
Now for the dirty truth – my fitness goals aren’t entirely based on a burning desire to be healthier and have more energy, although those things are a factor. For this year, at least, my goal is to lose weight. I’m currently at a size 16 (Canadian sizes) and while that number doesn’t really bother me, it does bother me that I have a collection of rad t-shirts that I no longer fit into. I’d blame my boobs but let’s face it – the back fat is doing me no favours either. As inspiration and motivation for myself, I’ve dug out those shirts and they’ll be hanging in my closet just waiting for the day when they slide easily over my body and don’t hug any muffin top. I know, I know, the ‘experts’ don’t recommend holding onto clothes that no longer fit but to them I say ‘Pfffffft. What do you know?’ Who wouldn’t be encouraged to lose weight knowing that this gem was waiting for them: