Not Quite Sucking Wind

The re-dedication to exercise started off better than I thought it would. I didn't want to push myself back into what I used to be able to do in my height of fitness.

Because that inevitably leads to hurting the next day and putting off the exercise (I should know I've fallen into that before).

You will notice that I do not have my initial weigh-in, because perhaps I stayed up late last night playing Deathspank on Xbox and perhaps... I got up at noon. I'll put that in tomorrow.

I'd like to do measurements too, but I'll need someone to help me with that later.

Before doing my 30 minutes of cardio on the treadmill tonight I checked in with my friend Kamiah to see if she would be interested in helping me stay true to the promise I made to myself.

To exercise daily.

I told her that I would like her to guilt me everyday and she asked if she could instead be very peppy.

We also talked about what motivates us, what we do during exercise and writing.

I'm glad to have her on this ride with me, because I do admire Kamiah's commitment to many things. I'm happy to have her remind me have to be committed to myself.

The actual workout had a simple goal: 30 minutes on the treadmill or 1 1/2 miles whichever took longer. It turned out to be the 30 minutes took longer, which made me happy with the first dip back into exercise waters in a while.

A Mr. Bandito note: He was fascinated with the treadmill the entire time.

Ceasing Ramble.

Wherein I Spew Words and Such

Yes, I do realize it has been over a year since I blogged, thank you for noticing. If you did at all.

With the addition of twitter into my life I couldn't really find things to blog about without my blog turning into pictures of my cat (Who is doing fabulous, thank you for asking).

So instead I've decided I'm going to take you on a ride with me. Possibly a very, very, boring ride, but a ride nonetheless.

Yesterday I took off the afternoon at work to come home, pack and set myself towards St. Joseph to pick up Dany and see Brandi Carlile in Council Bluffs, IA. I took a quick shower because I felt like a slob and decided to change into something that was not a t-shirt of the university I work at so I would not be carded every two minutes during the concert.

So I opened up my closet.

Many of you know where this is going... the dreaded change of seasons when you pull out clothes that you wore in the past, but which are strangely tighter in the arms, or just don't look quite good around your waist/hips/chest.

I saw the lady cut graphic t-shirt of Superman stretching in areas that I hadn't seen before and Ole Blue was feeling strained and I flew into a full-on thirteen year old girl tantrum that resulted in my bed full of rejected outfits.

On the drive to St. Joseph I lamented to myself, while listening to country music, that I had finally reached the tipping point of 'when you finally realize you are out of shape'.

I knew that I had been struggling on stairs more than I should, but I didn't really care.

But it wasn't until Friday afternoon when I did the meltdown of maturity to see that I need to get back on the exercise horse.

So, I'm going to instead drift my blog into daily updates on my weight, exercise, and hopefully other entertaining things of the day.

Yes, I said daily.

Bold statement.

I'm sure I'll miss a day here and there due to lack of internet, but I'll still put it in the following days post.

I'm hoping to have a bit of an announcement tomorrow, but we'll wait on that one.

Tomorrow the weigh-in and initial "when she sucks wind" exercise re-start.

Ceasing Ramble.

Long Weekend

Over a long weekend, that started with my mother going through a 'simple procedure' that some might call brain surgery, I lamented about how I rarely write anymore and that I am a sometimes funny individual.

My friend (Nikki*) told me I needed to blog again.

This is a continued failed endeavor as my blogging nature is usually disturbed by something shiny, a noise in the room, or the ever sneakily present life (that is somehow boring and active at the same time).

Conundrum.

So I deleted my old blog, am thinking about deleting some other far forgotten profiles on 'social networking sites', that really are becoming some odd popularity game, but sadly a good way to keep track of my brother.

I also would like to state that while I try to spell correctly there will be abundant misuse of commas, ellipses... and the various tidbits used for proper sentence structure. Grammar as much as I try is not a friend of mine, but a long distant relative that shows up to scoff at the thought that a colon belongs where I put it.

"Silly niece, semi-colons are for adult-like people who paid attention in linguistics courses."

I'm not promising anything as entertaining as my friends, but now with a few more life experiences under my belt and hopefully the ability to be somewhat candid I'll be as entertaining as I like to think I am in the dark, dank, dampness of night when no one is looking or listening. At this time of evening I read aloud to myself in accents I pretend are correct.

I might also have a penchant for long sentences that try to go somewhere, but are destined for failure.

*Used with newly acquired permission.

Ceasing Ramble.