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Despite the title of the previous post here, I could come up with a million excuses as to why I’ve not blogged or why I’m not exercising.

The weather.
My crazy work schedule.
That fact that I’m an insomniac and just want to stay under my warm, heavy covers just a little longer … nine more minutes, nine … more … minutes … repeat, repeat.

The list could go on and on and on, but you and I both know that it all comes down to one tiny word.


I don’t want to get up early.
I don’t want to exercise after work.
I want to continue eating everything that’s bad for me because it’s fun.

But I don’t want to be this way anymore.
And there’s the rub.


‘There is no excuse’

“There is no excuse for not exercising,” my doctor chided yesterday during my first check up in a year and a half.

This was after the horrific Getting On A Real Scale episode before I went into the examine room.
Why is it that your scale at home is always so much kinder than the scale at your doctor’s office??

After I saw the look of shock at how long it’s been since we’d seen each other register on his face, doctor looked at my chart and then looked pointedly at me. 

I knew what was coming, so I said it before he did.
It would be wise to point out right about now that my doctor is one of those people who run all the time – in rain, sleet, snow, heat, humidity – he’s like a mailman that runs. While impressive and inspiring, it makes me slightly sick.  

“Shoveling counts, right?” I asked hopefully, recalling how I shoveled vigoriously not once but twice this week.

The look I got as response said it all.
Shoveling, no matter how much of it I did this week, doth not replace getting in my workout.

Fine. You win, el doctor.
And yes, I know it’s for my own good that he did the “tough love” approach because I needed it, just like I need to see the “official” number.

Now I need to do what is needed: make the effort, no matter what.

The doctor gave a good analogy:
“We go to work at least four days a week, right?” he asked, and I nodded. “Well, making time for exercise is just like that. Wouldn’t you feel weird not going to work for four days?”
I didn’t answer because seriously, would anyone feel weird not going to work? Didn’t think so.

So I need to look at exercise as an extension of my workday?
That just might work. especially if I book it like it’s an interview I have to do.

What’s your take?


Day 3

Forgive me for sounding whiney, but since my shins have been hurting since Day 1’s interval jaunt, I didn’t do any today, but I still went for a slightly brisk walk this morning.

I know I’ve got to take my time with running and intervals.
It’s hard because my mind is saying, “Go, go, go!!,” but my body is trying to get used to this foreign feeling of being sore and actually moving once again.

Just one year ago, I was really happy with myself because I was making exercise a true priority. I’d make sure to get to bed at a decent hour so I would be well-rested for my 6 a.m. wake up to fit in a workout before work.
I find that morning workouts work best for me, and if I have time and energy to fit another one in post work, that’s just an added bonus.

Just one year ago, I was conscious of my diet, loosely following the Weight Watchers plan on my own, incorporating its recipes and frozen food into my daily life while still enjoying everything this foodie loves – within reason.

Then this foodie become unhinged as I ate anything and everything and stopped making time for exercise. Slowly, the scale creeped up, up and away to a place I vowed never to be again.
As unhappy and disappointed as I have become with my body, I’ve never been happier personally, so I guess one out of two ain’t so bad … but I digress.

I’m trying not to beat myself up for having a less-than-stellar Days 2 and 3, because at least I didn’t hit snooze, roll over  and say, “I’ll get back on track tomorrow” as I’ve done the past few months.

At least I’m moving.
At least I’d rededicating myself.
It may take me a little longer to get back on track, but I’m at least doing something.


Day 2

Being outside on Day 2 got thwarted by an overnight snow squall, so I did 15 hard-core minutes on my Air Climber (read all about it here) and went about my day.

The Air Climber, something I don't use nearly enough anymore ...

I’ve had the AC for two years, and I bought it right around resolution time. I find that when I really stick to using it, it’s a great weight-loss tool as well as a good way to do cardio.

While I felt really good about myself on Day 1, Day 2 felt sluggish and uninspired. I really should have made myself do more than 15 minutes, especially since my walking route takes longer than that, but I tapped out nonetheless.

I felt a little discouraged, especially since I really want to lose this weight, but I made sure I ate OK that day and vowed to come back strong on Day 3 …


Day 1

Well, the alarm went off this morning, and against my body saying, “Please don’t make me get up,” I stretched, did some crunches and hit the streets.

While it was slow going – and the first time I’ve really exercised in weeks (as the scale definitely validated this morning) – and I might be tired and a little sore today, I felt good.

I may not have gone far – and only did four interval bursts. For those, I jog the distance of a few phone poles and gradually increase the number of  phone poles I count.

It wasn’t a stellar start, but I wasn’t expecting it to be.

The point is I exercised.
I did a few intervals.
I got some fresh air.
I started to climb back up on the wagon of the person I want to be.


So I want to be a runner

Or at the very least, a jogger.

Hello, my name is Nikki.

Every year, I make too many resolutions and, as a result, I usually don’t stick to them.
There have been those weird, strange years when I did follow through, like when I resolved to get a part-time job or keep track of my writing and exercising …

For 2011, instead of hitting up the old chestnut resolutions to save money, lose more weight, be kinder and gentler, blah blah blah, this year, this year I decided to Fall In Love With Running.

Given my body type, love of food and crazy schedule/life, this will be no easy feat.

But I’ve done it before.
Many moons ago, about seven or eight years at least, I once fancied myself a runner.
For a time, I loved it because it really helped me get in shape quickly and healthily, but then I loved it for the rush.

I’d go to bed excited to set the alarm for 5 a.m.
I’d bound out of bed a few minutes before the alarm went off and take a turn around my former neighborhood under the cloak of the near morning before heading to work.

This went on almost every day for months.
It was a great feeling.
Sometimes I’d even wake up in the middle of the night, turn on my bedside lamp and marvel at my legs because they were toned for the very first time in my life and then fall back to sleep.

I got sick and couldn’t exercise for a few weeks, and that was the end of Nikki the Runner/Jogger.

Ever since, whenever I’d see anyone out on a run, I’d gaze at them wistfully, wishing to be that person again.

I want to be that person again.
I am determined to be that person again.
I want to be someone who goes for a jog and who betters her health – and her mind.

This blog will be my journey back into the world of running; I will use it as a way to track my progress, and, realistically, the failures I am sure to have.

I’m ready to ready, set, go.
I hope you’ll come along for the ride, er, run and offer your tips, encouragement and insight into how I can best make this lifestyle change.