Kalamity K

The Daily Chaos of Kalamity K
2009-07-14 02:56:02 (UTC)

Cherry Red Tomatoes

Right, so this entry has nothing to do with food - go
figure.

I'm at the beginning of a thirty-day pledge to myself to
go to the gym as often as possible, which essentially
means every day unless there is some valid excuse. Yes,
it's a bit nebulous, but it's the best I can do right
now. Being tired at the end of a workday does not count
as valid (mostly)!

I've gone to the gym a few times over the last couple of
weeks and in a complete and utter break with sanity (or in
a huge show of courage and gumption), I've
started "working out" with my father, he of the
moniker "The Machine" at the gym. I'm trying to do things
that scare me and pretty much doing anything athletic with
my father these days scares me, since he's the epitome of
an athlete and I, at the moment, am not. I'd describe
myself to you but anyone who has ever read this would know
that the terms I use to describe myself in these instances
usually are not fit to print, anyway.

I've decided I've really got to make a concerted effort
for a short period of time to prove to myself that it is
worth it (academically, I know it is), to get myself into
a routine, and to not give myself an reason to flake out
because "it wasn't doing anything". So even if I don't
want to go, for 30 days, I have to go. It's not
optional. Even when it feels like it could be, it isn't.

I started count on Sunday, so yesterday. Yesterday was
weights. Today was cardio. Tomorrow weights again. I
don't have to do any specific thing any day other than
just get my ass to the gym and do some sort of programme.
The likely betting is that it'll be weights-cardio-weights-
cardio-weights-cardio-cardio, but that doesn't have to be
the case. I'm going with my dad three times a week (he is
being nice and changing his normal schedule around to
accomodate me) and those will be the weights days. That's
the plan at the moment, anyway.

There are a lot of things that I am tired and frustrated
about and this whole looking and feeling disgusting and
wanting to be healthier definitely falls into that
category.

So...for the next twenty-eight days, I don't care how late
I get home after work, how tired I am, how sore, or how
unmotivated I am. This is not an option. I'm attempting
to throw in some eating right in there as well, to get
that ball rolling, too, but I'm not being militant about
it. I find that after I hit the gym I'm less inclined to
eat crap anyway, so I'm really just concentrating on this
one aspect to make sure I get it done right.

I hope at the end of the next twenty-eight days I can
either see or feel some improvement because if I can't,
that will be when my negative side will really start to
come out and wreack havoc on my thinking about this.

I did fifty minutes on the treadmill tonight. Just
walking, but that's okay. It's fifty minutes of sweating
it out, as they say, right? Yesterday was a mostly arms
work out. Tomorrow will have some legs involved, too. I
just want to get into a good habit and keep it up.

There are more reasons than I've explained here, but this
is probably enough for now. I've got to get to bed
shortly. I'm a little tired out!

Talk soon -

K2

P.S.: this entry is called "Cherry Red Tomatoes" because
I decided someone should make a clothing company for the
real people of the world, the ones who don't wear LuLu
Lemon and look like they are in a salon when working out.
Say, for people like me, who turn a lovely shade of bright
red, who sweat all over the place and mutter to themselves
when their hands get slippery and the exercises are no
longer as "fun" as they should be, or who get angry and
refuse to quit because fuck that, I'm not QUITTING,
because this stupid exercise is NOT beating me, thereby
making one redder and sweatier as the competitive streak
boils over... That, and my body looks more like a tomato
than a green bean...so it all works out in the end, no?
LOL. - K2




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