Discipline.
Something I don't have very much of.
Something I need to learn.
Is that a haiku? I have no idea how many syllables those lines have or how many it takes to be an actual haiku. I'm no poet.
I am also easily side-tracked from blog topics. Anyways, so I am doing a self-imposed 30 day challenge. It's not a New Year's Resolution, persay, it just happens to coincide with the new year. I started January 2nd and will be done January 31st. What does this challenge entail, you may ask? Or maybe you don't care. If that's the case, tis best to stop reading now. Well, for thirty days I am consuming no alcohol, no fast food, and I'm working out everyday. A lot of people have said this is overly ambitious, but I'm on Day 14 and so far it's been pretty easy. I still can't really stand the smell of alcohol after Key West (damned Fireball shots...shudder), I need to save money for all of these bachelorette parties/weddings/baby showers I'll be attending in 2013, and who doesn't need to work out?
It also helps to have three goals because you don't feel so bad if you only meet 2 out of the 3 one day. Like last Thursday, the UK/Vandy heart attack of a basketball game. Between work, a necessary power nap, and the 8 p.m. tip off, I had no time to make it to the gym. I thought I'd do yoga when I got home, but thanks to a late night dinner at Sunset Grille (and quality time with my sorority big sister), I was too exhausted by the time I got home at 12:30 a.m. to do it. I would have fallen asleep in Tree pose, which would not have been good. But, I made up for it Saturday when I went to spin class and worked out with my friend H, who is a trainer at the Maryland Farms Y, all before noon...so I'm still at 14 workouts in 14 days. Who knew throwing a 10 lb medicine ball at the floor could work your triceps? And bonus, if you're in a bad mood, you can picture that you're throwing it at someone's face, which intensifies your workout. Not that I've ever done that. Wink.
Why am I doing this, you may ask? Or again, you may not. But if not, why are you still reading at this point? Well, simple answer is, I want to get skinny again. There's this dress I'd really like to wear to the Favorite Redhead's wedding in August and I need some work to fit in it. Plus, I'd just really like to get my self confidence back. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not down on myself. I know I have a lot of good qualities. First of all, I'm really nice (if I like you.) I am a really great friend (again, if I like you and you'll actually allow me to be one). And I'm hilarious. (As evidenced by the gift I brought to C's gag gift party this past weekend: whipped cream and a pack of condoms. To which my checkout clerk said, "You have a good night, now" when I left Walgreens that night. I guess that's the reaction you get when all you buy are those two items.) But let's be realistic...there are two girls standing next to eachother at a bar. One is skinny and doesn't say much and the other is bigger but makes you laugh. Which one are you going to try and get a phone number from? 9 out of 10 straight men would say the skinny one, and the one lone guy that would say the other one is just trying to make you feel better.
One of my pet peeves is when people complain about something but don't do anything about it. Well, I've finally decided to do something about it. I was in a really bad place for about a year and a half and it took me a while to snap out of it and be happy again. And you know what? Being happy is a hell of a lot more fun. So, I'm doing things that make me happy and make me feel good. I surround myself with people I want to spend time with and don't bother with those that don't. And working out makes me happy...I feel better than I have in a long time and I'm SLEEPING BETTER!!!!!!!! Now normally I'm not a fan of the all-caps feature, but that deserves to be shouted. I'm only exhausted 50% of the time now which, for me, is a huge improvement. I thought about doing the challenge for 40 days and 40 nights, but my birthday party is during that time period and I doubt I'll want to work out that day, abstain from bad food, and chances are I'll have a gin & tonic (or three) Just no Fireball shots.
I'm also doing something that even at 28 (okay, 27.11, but I'll be 28 when I do it) I'm still scared my mother will kill me for: I'm getting a tattoo. Yep. At 5:30 on my actual birthday I'm getting my first (and probably only) tattoo. It's something that means something to me and I've been thinking about it for over a year, so obviously I want it. And it'll be in a spot where people will only see it if I want them to. And no, it's not on my ass, which is what I've been asked several times. It'll be on my ribcage so the only people who see it will be people I am in a bathing suit around or people lucky enough to see me with my shirt off. Which there aren't many of. Maybe when I'm skinny again that will change, but I don't want to be slutty so probably not. I do still have some standards.
So, 14 down and 16 more to go. I know I can do this, and I'm pretty proud of myself. Maybe I'll do another one after my birthday gets over with...or maybe a 60 days one! Yeah, I'm not that ambitious, but I didn't think I could do 30 days, so we shall see.
Till next time, readers...
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