Fitness 2016

So this is something that is a little embarrassing to post this way, but apparently here is the only way to keep myself accountable (without snapping at my husband when he “helps”)

Here are my fitness resolutions, by way of backstory.

I have always been the “big girl” among my friends. I don’t eat too terribly and I don’t sit on my butt that much, so I just assumed that was my size. I hated it, but that’s what it was. Then in 2011 I made promises to myself that I would “get in shape”. I overhauled our diets and ran regularly and lost 42lbs. I fit in a size small. SMALL. In some (admittedly vanity) sizing, I fit a size FOUR pants. I hadn’t been that small since I was in seventh grade. And I didn’t look sick! I was healthy! I wasn’t not eating. I was healthy and I felt amazing.

But then 2012 I stopped running for some reason, and I didn’t get back into it. I ran once or twice every couple months but couldn’t make it a habit. I added white flour into our diets because Henry is the pickiest eater that ever picked.

Here it is 2016 and I’ve gained half the weight back. Granted, it could be worse. I have tried to take care of myself, but also, not. I’ve equated “self-care” with “cookies at bedtime”. I’ve gone from “life’s too short not to have a glass of wine” to “pass the bottle and also, where’s the gin?”

So while I’m not posting my starting weight here, X is my starting weight.

Here are my starting pictures (sigh).

(as an aside, I had Spencer take these pictures. “Mom, why am I taking pictures of you almost naked?” Let’s hope he doesn’t repeat that at school.)

For the month of January, I’m doing something along the lines of Whole30 (no I didn’t read the book, I found the website condescending and I didn’t want to see any more of their words on what they personally would “let” me eat.) No dairy, no grains, no sugar, no alcohol. The jury is still out on beans/peanut butter/soy, but I’m not actively eating it at this time. I’m not counting calories, but I’ve found I can only eat so much meat and I get bored. I think I need to be bored with food for awhile. I love food. I need to do more with the “food as fuel” and less “food as an experience” for a bit. Not for always, but for a bit.

I’m also doing 30 days of running. SOME sort of running. I’ve been starting out slow – Saturday was 1.6miles and a lot of it was walking, Sunday was 1.9 miles and even more of it was walking. But there’s intention there. I will get there. And a workout a day separate from running – I’ve got a 30-day crunches and push-up calendar and on the rest days I will do yoga.

And water. I am no good at water, so it’s on my list too. 64 ounces. I can do that, right?

My year goals are mostly related to running – six 5ks, two 10ks, 1 half. This will keep me running.

After January, I will reassess the food situation and possibly add in some grains and some cheese. Life is too short to go without cheese. But for 30 days, I can do it. 2016. Let's do this.