At some point during my life’s journey, I picked up an extra 25 pounds. That’s right: me. The girl who used to be able to eat anything and not gain an ounce, now just watches her husband eat a cheeseburger and gains weight. As I watch him bite into a Big Mac, joyfully and with relish, I can hear my own inner scale going ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching. Is this what they call sympathetic weight gain?
Looking into the mirror, I notice that my once svelte middle now slightly resembles a Firestone tire. Let’s be honest: there is extra pad on my chassis. Once a sleek sports car,
I have morphed into a Volkswagen Beetle.
Worse, I feel sluggish. I wonder when it was that my “get up and go” “got up and went.”
I like to blame it on my metabolism. (Hello, Metabolism? Where ya hiding? Come out, come out, wherever you are!)
The truth is, I’ve gotten lazy. I have a sedentary job, and then I sit in front of a keyboard in the evenings.
But here’s the thing – I love to write! But it is damned hard work. It requires energy and alertness. I really believe that in order to write, you have to be in shape. What I won’t do for my health, I’m willing to do for my writing: lose the extra pounds that are making me slow and tired.
I tried an experiment last week. I got on the treadmill for 45 minutes each night. I felt better for it: less tired, re-energized, able to write with concentration.
So I’ve decided to undertake that experiment over a longer period of time.
For the next six months, yours truly will be pumping iron and having a love affair with the treadmill. At least five days per week, I will devote a set amount of time to strength training and walking at a brisk pace at an elevated incline on the machine.
To keep me “honest,” I have made the decision that I will document weekly on this blog my progress. I will be tracking the following: 1) pounds lost, 2) word count gained.
Word count? Yep, you heard me. Word count. I want to see if my word count improves as a result of becoming more energetic… and I want to see if the content improves as well. So, let’s throw in a #3 and call it creativity. I want to see if a stronger, more energetic me is a more creative me.
So this is my self-issued challenge over the next six months. If you hold me accountable, I think I can do it. In fact, I know I can.
Today I came across an encouraging quote from the Roman poet, Virgil. He wrote: “They are able who think they are able.”
I think I am able. Anyone want to join me? If not, would you mind providing the occasional cheer from the sidelines for “Team Kate” – I sure would appreciate it.