Like most bulging Americans, I have decided this year is the year to get back in shape. I know what you’re all thinking. “Fool – let’s see where she winds up after January’s steam runs out.” But this has nothing to do with sudden resolutions to eat nothing but organic green smoothies and lentil soup or signing up for a half-marathon in my brand-new minimalist running shoes.
You realize wearing these shoes makes people want to automatically hate you, right?
I am not interested in sudden changes to my lifestyle that I cannot possibly maintain. I just want to start slowly and early enough that my goals might be accomplished by mid to late June. This January is not special because it heralds the beginning of some arbitrary clock change, this January is special because it is the first year I am going to have to buy… a family pool pass.
Yes, the realization that I am going to have to be one of the pasty moms in my sweet mom tankini, sitting in the zero-depth with my toddler, and hoping that no one can judge the true size of my thighs under the shallow water or see all the bruises that run up and down my shins from smacking into toys and child safety gates all winter long, has given me the impetus to get off my ass and begin the ascent into fitness.
And because I am aware that the ascent from “slob” to “fit” is a slow one that cannot be rushed, lest failure is an option, I am taking it easy through January and February. I am back on the challenges:
And the good news is I already have almost two full weeks under my belt. And it is starting to feel good.
My plan is to start waking my body up to exertion again (and not the kind that requires hustling a kicking and screaming child out of a store) so that in a few months I can pick up the weights again and really begin the process of feeling better and stronger.
…or, more importantly, I won’t have to cry while shopping for that sweet tankini.