From Fit to Flab

Well, since I was bullied by BOOSHY to BE in the BUFF challenge. Ha, just kidding! I voluntarily offered myself as a sacrifice to participate, FOR MY OWN GOOD. Yes indeed.

Please, see my BUFF-TOBER page, and join the challenge. This time of year (the last three weeks) in October is soooo hard. No you DON’T need to buy trick or treat candy a few weeks early. Take my word for it, the store will NOT run out!

Some of my friends know my story about my previous buffiness, for those that don’t, here is the walk of shame recap.

January 1st, 2006 at noon (yes, I remember the exact time), I smoked my last cigarette. A habit formed at age sixteen in France, and from watching my mother smoke my whole life, was finally (heh) snuffed out.

Now, I had been told to form a NEW habit in place of the old. Preferably a good one and not like a crack pipe or something. So, I began exercising and drinking water.

Craving a cig? Down a glass of water and exercise. It worked. I was hooked. I joined E-diets, began a challenge team, and started posting on the message boards for support.

Eventually (okay, six months), I lost 47lbs. I became captain of a diet/fitness team, started training for a half marathon, began moderating my own message board, and was a success story – featured on the front page.

Life was FAB. I had it all down. Then, I divorced and everything went downhill. Not all at once, but gradually, and I pretty much gained it all back, three years later.

I am not in as bad of shape as when I began in 2006, no way no how. I couldn’t have ran a mile by just walking out my front door (like I do now) with no training. However, I am far from my best fitness level. My stride is to regain my endurance, and began anew, a quest to lose what I gained. And gain what I lost, which was my drive and purpose.

If you need some support, join some fellow bloggers, and give it a go. HALF of October is already over, SEE, I made it easy for you.

Don’t delay! Walk, swim, bike, kickbox, and run to this challenge. I triple dog DARE you! Plus, I need all the support I can get. For me? Please?

Part two is coming

In the meantime, can I just spill for a second?

I have the hardest time exercising. I used to exercise between six pm and seven pm. EVERY day. Then, I moved, started reading, and other things more improtant at the time. THEN, I changed jobs which changed my hours. I was working 9-6. My commute home? Between six and seven. By the time I get home? I’m starving. And I just can’t move after stuffing my face.

Quickly, my habit changed to zero exercise. I tried here and there to get it back, but it never worked. Nothing stuck. The timing did not stick.

Oh, I know, you could say, hey just suck it up, exercise THEN eat.

But here has been my schedule.

Monday, work 9-6, after work visit Jason with the kids til he takes them home at 7. Dance class with Jason 8-9pm, then Fuzzy’s Tacos for dinner, home at midnight.

Tuesday, work 9-6, after work eat a light dinner, then go to Italian conversation class, 7-9pm, after, see Jason 10p-11p, home at midnight.

Wednesday, work 9-6, after work visit Jason and the kids, or go home and see Sydney (optional SFI classes at the Church).

Thursday, work 9-6, after work eat a light dinner, then go to Italian class, 7-9pm, see Jason at 10pm , watch Survivor, home at midnight.

Friday, work 9-6, after work eat Sushi with Jason, or take the kids to an event together. Last outing, we went to the Ranger’s game, home at midnight.

Saturday, errands, laundry, cleaning, grocery store, gas, etc.

Sunday, Church 9a-1230p, lunch, then….ummm rest?

Repeat week.

I’m a natural night owl. Once, I almost learned to go to sleep at nine. Yeah. That didn’t last. I get my second wind about 10pm.

Mornings are tough, although, I have done an exercise or two in the early morning, (5am) it’s haaard. Lunch time might work, but they tore up all the sidewalks, and road by my work, building a new highway. Why? Because we are about a mile from the new Cowboys Stadium. Believe me, they need bigger roads. Wouldn’t matter,  I don’t want to get all sweaty (which I would). Our office is very nice. I have a feeling that would be frowned upon.

Thing is, I love to exercise. Walking, swimming, bike riding, hiking, running, elliptical, gym classes. I love it! I really want do another half marathon. So, why is this so hard?

This morning, I got up half an hour earlier (it didn’t kill me). I went outside, into the cool, brisk air of October in Texas. I breathed in the dark and blew out. I walked to the end of the street. Reset my Garmin, stretched, crossed the street, started my Garmin and ran. Not fast, just a steady pace, for a mile. I reached it in about 12mins (fastest mile ever was 8mins).

Hey, I am not knocking it. I would have turned around and ran some of the way back (without stopping), but a little dog decided to run with me. He decided to run with me and head towards the school bus stopping to pick up a group of high school kids. Ahhh! After, I stopped and advised him to go home. NOW. He went off to find “other friends”. He did NOT head home. He went the other direction. Bad dog.

I wogged back home the mile. First mile in a long while. It felt good.  This might be doable. Thirty minutes in the morning to get back on track. Finally. I would love that.

Do you have a good habit gone bad? How do you get back on track?