Recently, I had a wicked case of the body blahs. This might be the biggest understatement since Kim Kardashian said, “I love taking selfies.” Nothing fit right, my face was waging war against me by breaking out, and my gung ho fitness attitude had fizzled. While bouts of this are not out of the ordinary, I didn’t like it, AT ALL. I hated it even more when Gertie appeared; it’s what I not-so-lovingly refer to unwanted pounds. She arrives at the most inopportune times, and there she was again, squeezing herself in to my life. I hit the roof the moment she came between me and my beloved pair of jeans, our relationship became frayed, and it was all her fault. I had to figure out how she snuck back in and make a plan to get rid of her. I took a closer look at my diet, pretty sure chips and guacamole are not on the food pyramid (though it should be), and how active I was (shopping isn’t cardio) before deciding I invited her. Sad but true, there was no one else to blame.
|It's a case of the body blahs, run for it! |
No seriously, get that heart rate up.
Next, I scoured the Internet to find the current exercise fads to laugh at, or avoid, and rediscover those who motivate on the daily. Or who annoy me so much with their claims I can’t help but research what they do to see if it’s legit. There is no way you got abs in a week!! I went one step further and sought organizations where fitness is the focus of helping. I found Girls on the Run, a great non-profit program which teaches young girls life skills through interactive lessons and running games. I signed up to be a volunteer for their Rocky Mountain chapter and hope to be a 5k running buddy in the fall. It felt good to be inspired again and Gertie was pissed. I am making progress by taking the reins and I’m hopeful the momentum will continue. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a class to catch.