Week in Review

The planets aligned, the clouds parted, I had a mind/body-meld, and I started working out Tuesday. Not just working out, but working out with a plan. Some people could be trusted to just wake up every day and say, "Hmmm. I think I'll bike today." Or, "Good day to run!" Or, "I'm going to wail on my pecs and then do my back." True, I say all these things to myself, but I can't be trusted to actually follow through. Not without a plan.


So, the plan is this:

M/W/F - Couch to 5k workouts, starting from the beginning. I am probably in good enough shape to start at least halfway through, but I've made that mistake before; I'm going to take it from the beginning and not overwhelm myself like I've done in the past.

T/Th/Sa - The Body Fat Solution workout. Supersets of dumbbell and body-weight exercises.

Sunday - Grab-bag day! (fake enthusiasm) At least 30 minutes of something. It could be yoga, or Wii Fit, or biking, or a walk with the dog. Sunday is my day of non-structure and rebellion. Everyone needs a little rebellion in their lives. (I need a lot, but I'll take Sunday for starters.)

Recap of the week:

Tue - BFS workout A
Wed - C25K W1D1
Thurs - BFS workout B - rode bike 10.8ish hilly miles as a bonus, a personal victory because I've been saying for years now that I should ride my bike to Dan's instead of drive.
Fri - C25K W1D2
Sat - was supposed to be BFS workout A - too lazy in the morning and too tired after work
Sun - C25k W1D3 and BFS workout A (handy to have a catch-up day!)
Not bad.

Eating has been good except for the donut I inhaled yesterday morning, standing in the corner of the medic room, willing the door to stay shut and nobody to walk in and see me stuffing it in my face. This was followed by 2-pack of cookies in another medic room later that day; didn't even bother hiding it this time. Then the second-most-obese guy I work with left Hershey Kisses lying around. There was a feeding frenzy involving the entire on-duty staff. By dinnertime I had somehow justified that a BFL-type "free day" was now in the works (as opposed to the 90% compliance guideline I'd been trying to follow) and had some general tso's, which only served to push me to all-the-way comatose. I had been halfway there most of the day, having gotten up at 4:45am. Tired + annoyed = don't give a shit what I eat. So, in general, Saturday was not a great day, but it was just one day.

Here's to a good start!