Every Monday I have the same conversation with myself. It begins bright and early with a pep talk about how it’s time to woman up and get into shape. I start the day with immeasurable confidence that I’m going to change both my eating and exercising habits. By 8:30am I’m sipping on Starbucks and convincing myself that I can’t go to the gym because it’s too hot outside.
I’m the queen of excuses when it comes to physically transporting myself to the gym. “I’ll get home too late.” “I’ll just walk Scottie and count that as exercise.” “I forgot my hair tie.” You think of it, I’ve probably used it as a reason as to why I’m driving directly home without a pit stop to O2 Fitness. Chase is just trying to be supportive when he asks me every day at 5pm if I’m going to the gym. The question infuriates me because even though I know I should be going, him asking the question is suggesting he thinks I need to go to the gym and I don’tneed to do anything but I what I want to do. Poor guy. He’s just trying to figure out my whereabouts and I’m being a woman by not taking his words at face value.
I can’t explain it but for some reason this last week has really been messing with my psyche and the desire to change has actually started to sink in. And yes, I did just take a sip of my canned coca-cola. The truth is if you examine what I’ve consumed in the last 24 hours, you would think either I’m at a carnival or eating scraps from a dumpster. Two cheese cubes, two meatballs, coke, caramel white chocolate mocha, cinnamon swirl bagel, coke and a bowl of popcorn. Somewhere in America my personal trainer from two years ago is shaking his head in disbelief at what I’ve become. You’ll note I’ve had all of zero droplets of water. What is wrong with me?
I’ve been down this road before. The one where I get all excited about the road trip to positive eating and exercising habits but a few hours into the drive I get bored, make a u-turn and head back home. I’m determined to make this time count and am turning to P90X to get and keep me motivated. So, next week, the hottest month of the year, I’ll begin the no excuses, butt-kicking journey. I’ve decided to shock my system with this program as if I’m entering rehab. My goals are as follows:
- Drink more water. For me, more water would be sippy cup sized. I’m shooting for 3 bottles a day. No more cokes. No more sweet teas. Starbucks once (or twice) a week.
- Fast food out - Fruits & veggies in. Even if it comes in the form of V8 Fusion juice or a smoothie.
- P90X on repeat. – Five days a week. Zero excuses.
It’s a tall order for someone as fitness flaky as me. I’ll keep a regular update on my blog about my progress, cravings and withdrawals. Since I’ve attempted this change approximately 58 times before, I’ve decided making the information public will help to keep me on track. So yes, this is an open invitation for you to ask about how I’m doing and stone me if I should slip up. You’ll notice that my new lifestyle plan has no bearing on my Mexican food intake. Some things should be left untouched and my chicken fajita nachos are one of those things.