That Feel Good Feeling

I have identified that the way I feel after physical activity is something I love. I love feeling a little bit sore. That being said, I don't know how to make myself get there. It takes everything I have to force myself to take the time and or get out of bed to do something I know I'll like in the end. Here are some things I try to do.

1. Make an appointment with a friend. Can't sleep through appointments! Someone else is counting on meeting.


2. Reminding myself that I have music and that I LOVE THAT FEELING I get afterwards.


3. Knowing that it takes so much to get BACK to where I was before.


4. Reminding myself that it takes personal discipline to get out of bed and exercise. That's something I want!


5. Writing in my planner on the monthly view, the days that I excercise and what I did. This helps me to realize what I've been doing and when I've done it.

Unfortunately there are no concrete reasons for people (me) to exercise. Just self discipline really...I mean sure there are health reasons but I've always considered myself "just right". I read this post the other day by a girl with two children. She is my age and she has self discipline!

The first title I came up with for this post was "Feeling My Body" but thought that might be a little risque... :-)

Virginia Beach

The only time I've been to the Atlantic Ocean was when Joshua and I took the train from Central Station to Long Island in 2001. Back then I was stinking skinny. I was playing club soccer and other random soccer leagues, practicing 4 times and playing two full games (80-90 minutes) a week. Now, I'm fat. I play no soccer and pretty much do nothing at all during the week.

Spring is knocking at the door, begging me to do something about my weight. Back in 2001, I weighed 165 lbs and now I am pushing around 225. I need to act upon these simple desires to cut the fat. I understand there is no way I'll be able to maintain a 165 skinnyness unless I start playing 10+ hours of soccer a week, but I can shoot for a healthier, more maintanable, 190-195.

My goal is to be at the 195ish mark by Virginia Beach, July 5th. That means 30-ish lbs in three and a half months. Not too drastic if I don't say so myself. This should be a lot of fun and very challenging at the same time.

The motivation for making this decision comes from a combination of revelations I've had over the past couple of weeks/months. I was worn out while skiing, I am not about to fit comfortably in some of my clothing, and I am definately not as flexible as I should be. I want to make these changes so that I am healthier and am not restricted by my physical ability to do things any more. I want to be able to play soccer and ski the slopes not worrying about whether or not I will kill myself if I take a spill or get hit by a 250lbs defender.

I've started running on a sparatical basis. That will need to change, I need to run atleast three times a week for atleast 45 minutes each time. I need to start cutting back in my intake of nasty stuff. Yes, that include my favorite Dr. Pepper. I should adopt Dave's motto "I don't drink my calories." I also need to start a strength workout. I have the medicine ball, I have plenty of room for using it. I even remember my old torso workouts from soccer. There really is nothing holding me back from completing this goal (except for the fact that I'm lazy, but I will be praying about it).

There are people who try to do something physical every day. I like that idea, I think I might adopt it. Tonight, I am hoping to run 5 miles in 45 minutes. This weekend, I plan to go hiking.

Dr. Pepper, I will miss you. You have been a great friend. It is time, however, to move on and demote our relationship to the "acquaintance" level.