Exercise Journal : Entry #1

I have decided to keep track of my exercise routine and keep a goal for myself.  That way I end up being more accountable and hopefully see those extra pounds go away.   A few years back when I thought I was looking good - my motivation was my husband.  I just really wanted to look good for him when he returned from his deployment.  The reaction I got???  "You're too skinny"   Well, I don't care which way you look at that folks, I was shot down!  Since then, getting the motivation to lose has been harder than ever.  It kind of trips you out when you want something that bad, but know that your significant other isn't going to like it. Now, I am not harping on my hubby when I mention that..... I am merely putting it down in writing as to my aversion to losing weight.  I am determined to get back on track.  I have decided to keep track of my exercising (as a way of seeing my improvement) and to very lightly touch on my food intake (i.e.  ate really healthy today..... vs......chowed down on some junk food). 

So far.... for today, this is what I have.  In my quest to wake up before mom's should be awake.... I found out really fast that I just couldn't sustain that wake up time every morning.  I got myself a spin bike and have now gotten motivation to run outside (gasp!).  My plan for today was to wake up, bike and do the 30 day shred video.  Yeah.... none of that happened today.  Instead, I waited all day (doing mom stuff of course) and decided to go for a 1.5 mile run this evening.  My goal?  To do it WITHOUT stopping.   Just in case you all don't already know this.  The word "RUN" is pretty much a curse word to me.  I would rather do ANYTHING than run, but I am desperate.  I want to see that scale drop.  I have come to the conclusion that I need to up my intensity in order to reach that goal.   From my third step out of my front door to where I finished almost 1.5 miles later, I did NOT stop and walk ONCE.  I allowed myself a couple hundred feet of cool down space and stretched well indoors.  I felt WONDERFUL!  Yes, I admit there was some "eye of the tiger" on my mp3 at one point encouraging me to not give up.  My decision was to stick with a pace I could stick to (however slow it may have been) and if I needed to make it a little slower at times, I could - just as long as I didn't stop.  I didn't time myself and I don't plan to until my body gets accustomed to running the 1.5 miles.   Once that becomes easy, I will take it up a notch and start timing myself.  Let's hope this sticks (and my fat doesn't)!