30.30.15.day.one.

Ok, here’s my first report:

• 45 minute brisk walk this morning, although I had flip flops on and couldn’t really push it too hard. I did, however, get myself a nice blister, so that’s gotta count for something.
• 45 minutes of tennis with the husband, worked up a nice sweat.

Not bad for the first day. Now I just have to keep it up…

liv.lif.

This morning, just as I do every Tuesday and Thursday, I dragged myself out of bed at 4:45am, got myself together, and set out on my 30 minute drive to they gym for my 6am spin class. When I got there, the room was empty. 10 minutes later, I accepted the fact that no one was going to show…for the second time this week.

Tuesday when no one showed up, I thought about heading into the gym for something different, then realized that the only shoes I had were bike shoes with clips and a pair of flip flops…which was not really going to work on an elliptical. So I put on my bike shoes, sat on the bike, pedaled for about 45 seconds, decided that I wasn’t feeling it, got off the bike, walked into the gym, turned on the tanning bed, and passed out in there for about 20 minutes. Not what I would call a productive morning.

So this morning when no one showed up and I wasn’t intelligent enough to pack my other shoes, I decided to try again. I got on the bike, pedaled for about 5 minutes, decided I wasn’t feeling it, got off the bike, only this time instead of being a bum and cooking my skin, I put my flip flops on and proceeded to make the 3/4 of a mile walk through a beautiful area of Rehoboth down to the beach.

It was fantastic. It was humid outside but still cool. There were ducks and squirrels and birds everywhere, chatting and chasing each other and taking their morning baths. A young father was teaching his daughter how to fish on Silver Lake and she squealed as he pulled out a tiny fish. A couple was out walking their giant dog and were friendly and happy and said hello as we passed. I was beyond thrilled that I had foregone the tanning bed for this walk.

And as I walked, I passed a car with a license plate that said,

“LIVLIF.”

Live life. I got to thinking about the phrase “live life to the fullest” and what that means to most people. You see, in my experience, I most often hear that phrase from young people who spend most of their time partying. I used to say it all the time when I was working as a waitress and partying my life away.

“I’m just living life to the fullest!”

Then I’d lay on the couch the entire next day b/c I’d be hungover.

But now, living life to the fullest has a new meaning, and to be honest, I’m not doing it. Living life to the fullest would mean that I’d be in a career that fulfills me completely, that I’d have the best relationships possible with the people that I love, and I’d be doing exactly what God has planned for me.

I wish I were living life to the fullest, but instead I’m just feeling a bit…hungry.

30.30.15.

Accountability starts today.  Yes, I posted a blog about it and then slacked for a few days…what can I say, I’m a procrastinator.

I’m calling this 30.30.15. That’s 30 days straight of a minimum 30 minutes of exercise and hopefully 15 lbs off of this belly. For those of you who are workout buffs, yes I understand the value of a day off, but I didn’t say 30 days of rigorous exercise. If I’m feeling beat, a 30 minute walk counts.

If I can do this for just 30 days, then some darn good habits will be formed. I will report to you, my faithful readers, on a daily basis to let you know how I’m doing.

30/30/15. Stay tuned.