FREEDOM!

A lot of you have said that I’ve inspired or motivated you to start exercising or eating better, but this is a reciprocal process here. Case in point: Cassie and I had agreed via email yesterday to each walk 4 miles. In fact she said, “Since Mary’s in China and can’t kick your butt, I WILL!” Well, halfway through that first lap (only .5 mile into it) I was channeling ALL of Cassie’s energy to get me around the park three and a half more times. Actually it was Cassie and George Michael singing in my ear… “FREEDOM, I won’t let you down, I will not give you up…” You get the point. I guess it’s all of you reading my blog (and George Michael) getting me through this. Then I was listening to Justin Timberlake singing with Madonna and pretending that he was singing with me – he’s so yummie.

Tiffany had said to me on Tuesday that if there are days that I don’t feel like exercising to just plan on walking 20 minutes and I’d be surprised about 5 minutes into my walk that I want to keep going. It’s just the initial first step. I also decided I need to get a Pedometer (or Pita-meter according to mom – that one’s for you Karen) so that I can know fo’ sho' how long around the park it is. My basis has always been according to the time it takes me. On average I can get around the park in 12 – 13 minutes and if I do all my curvy twists and turns and circle 8’s and stuff, it’s closer to 15 minutes. That just sounds like a good amount of time to walk a mile. Yes?!?!?

I think part of my problem yesterday was my attire. I know, I already blogged about exercise attire but this time the issue was me… I dug out a sports bra from way-back- when, and it didn’t fit all that well a few years ago cause the straps were too long, but I figure, maybe it’ll fit me now. No such luck and unfortunately I didn’t discover this until I was at the park and walking my circles. The straps are only suitable if you’re 6’5” OR if your breasts hang down at your knees – neither of which are my problems. My GOD this thing sucks. I need to throw it out now and not be tempted to try it again. Secondly, my t-shirt! I felt like I was being strangled the entire time I was walking because the neck kept moving back. I personally feel like this was a residual effect of the evil sports bra. I know I’ve said it before, but I just need to BUCK UP and buy some new work-out clothes, maybe a couple of Tang-tops and a few pairs of pants where the crotch is where it should be.

Weigh-in today! Wish me luck!