Well.
I don’t want to get all puffed up and full of pride, but I have kept all my goals for 2012. Granted, it’s only 8:00 p.m. on January 2 but I’ll take my victories where I can get them.
P took Caroline to school and I put on my running attire and hit the streets. I’m trying out this new sprint interval workout that I saw on Pinterest. Mainly because it was on some diet/exercise plan that featured a picture of Carrie Underwood’s legs. And I don’t know if you’ve ever seen her legs, but I would be happy to have a tenth of that muscle tone.
Who am I kidding? I’d be happy with less than a tenth.
Okay. I’d be happy with muscle tone. Period.
Anyway, this whole article on fitness said the key is to not just jog but to shock your body with sprint intervals and a lot of lunges and squats and other things that will make you want to cry. So I tried out a combo of walking/jogging/sprinting.
And when it was all said and done, I’m pretty sure my neighbors thought Phoebe Buffay was in our neighborhood.
Apparently I’m not afraid of a little humiliation.
You can imagine my disappointment when I looked in the mirror earlier this evening and discovered my legs don’t look like Carrie Underwood’s yet.
But I persevered and ate a small slice of ham for dinner with a side of steamed spinach. And then I texted Gulley and told her I felt like I was eating in prison. And, also, that my body is going to need some time to adjust to all this fiber.
That’s all I’m going to say about that.
On the failure front of my healthy eating initiative, I’ve already discovered that I think Greek yogurt is disgusting. I’m not sure all the reasons that it’s supposed to be better for you than good old Dannon, but yuck. I bought a tub that was allegedly flavored like vanilla but tasted like thick cheese. And while I like cheese in the form of queso, I don’t want anything vaguely cheese-flavored and that thick mixed with berries and granola. Besides that, what makes yogurt made by Greeks so special? I suspect it’s all just an elaborate marketing ruse.
I’ve also pinned all these healthy eating sites on Pinterest because I need to learn to make more things that don’t contain cream of mushroom soup and cheese and pasta. And I’ve found some decent things (I’ll let y’all know that best ones as I try them out), but some of the recipes are things like Roasted Beet Soup with Garlic. Yes, that is a diet food because no one would actually eat that. You’d roast those beets, puree them, pour them in a bowl and then throw the whole thing in the trash. No calories.
Anyway, I’m not going to be this strict on myself for a long time. I just feel like I need a few weeks of shock and awe to remind my body that toffee isn’t a side dish and six sugar cookies after each meal might be considered excessive. But then I plan to reintroduce a few of my favorite food groups, like chips and queso and guacamole and Gummie Sour Lifesavers. And then I’ll just tear through the neighborhood with my arms flailing wildly to burn it all off. Oh, and to keep my heart healthy.
Because that’s important, too.
Even though I haven’t noticed anyone putting up pictures of Carrie Underwood’s heart on Pinterest.