last weekend, my gorgeous friend charleen got married to her absolutely wonderful (now!) husband, matt.
next up: yet another exercise challenge i've set for myself wherein i'm all gung-ho at first and then most likely let it piddle out halfway through when i get bored. fun, right?? except this time i have a calendar to track my progress and everything, so i'm hopeful that i might actually stick it out.
also i'm unable to fit into several of my pants, so that's a good motivator too.
while at blogher, i briefly met kristen from motherhood uncensored, who introduced me to the concept of shred heads - those folks who start the 30-day shred and then actually, you know, DO IT every single day for 30 days. i can't do ANYTHING every day for 30 days straight except for eat, sleep and poop, so this was intriguing. i know myself and my life-ADD, so i knew i wouldn't be able to commit to shredding every day... but after thinking about it for a while, i decided to challenge myself to exercise in SOME WAY every day.
..and then made a google calendar for it, because i'm much more likely to do something if i get to check stuff off and make lists and have a pretty calendar for it.
(one fail was because i'd planned to go swimming at the hotel the day after the wedding, but the pool was outside and it was thunderstorming; yesterday's fail was because i showed up at the gym to run and learned i'd forgotten socks, and after coming home and making dinner i accidentally fell asleep on the couch [whoops!]; the first fail was because i was busy having a date and i refuse to feel bad about that one.)
i've decided that each failed day will be tacked onto the end of the 30 day challenge - so already, for example, this is being extended to 33 days to compensate for the 3 where i sucked.
since this isn't technically about losing weight, and more about seeing if i can just sort of reduce the general mass of ye olde midsection (and also because i don't have a scale), i didn't weigh myself for before/after comparisons. i DID take some crappy mirror photos of me in a bathing suit, though, so if this regimen actually makes a difference, hopefully i'll be able to see it there.
i suspect my inability to diet / stop drinking so much wine is the REAL reason i have the extra flesh clinging so lovingly to my spare tire region, but maybe i can coerce at least a bit of the insulation off this way. i'll let you know