Posting Failure (and Tri My Way Thursday Update)

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Hmmm. I scheduled a post for the first time ever. Not only did it not post at the requested hour, it has now turned into gibberish and refuses to let me anywhere near the “post” button.

Internet Technology Thingy That Makes My Blog Work, we should talk. I do think if we spent a little time together, one-on-one, we could be friends. As it stands now, I’m kind of tired of the technical difficulties you throw my way. Oh, don’t start up with your “user error” bullshit* again. I realize I don’t know everything about you or how to make you happy, but this process takes two. I would appreciate it if you do your part.

Real people readers? Are you still here?

Thanks for hanging around. I’ll repost today’s previously scheduled programming soon. Who knows, maybe my Internet Technology Thingy That Makes My Blog Work knew the post was drively crap written late at night after two sangrias with some fun new friends (here’s where I give a shout out to Christina at A Closet Writer and Gigi at Kludgy Mom). Yes, you read that right – two sangrias and I’m done for. I’m officially old and lame.

A quick Tri My Way update. You may have seen that the gym landed on my head this week. This did nothing to dampen my spirits, although it thoroughly dampened the gym. This week, I also learned the following:

1. I don’t posses the inner strength and will power required to do much more than the bare minimum. I am seeking outside motivation and trying some new tricks. I have a little contest going on with The Churchill Family. We haven’t done our weekly check-in yet, but she’s winning. For sure.

2. I didn’t want to count calories, but I am going to have to. I tend to get crazy obsessive once I start and spend half my day writing down my food intake. As I currently spend half my day on Twitter, I’m running out of hours left to care for my children. They are really particular about the whole food, clothing, love and attention deal. So in my continued efforts to be a real grown up, I am going to use my time more wisely. Writing down my daily caloric intake is now a non-optional activity.

3. I am really, really good at making excuses. I might turn it into a business. Excuses by Missy: You Don’t Wanna Go, I’ll Get You Out of It.

4. I still have a long road ahead to get my IT bands and knees in good working order. I need to slap my ego out of the way and accept that I’m not doing any triathlons in 2010. My husband so kindly pointed out that “at your age, you shouldn’t expect to see results so quickly.” I asked him how it feels to sleep alone. At his age.

So there you go. Summary: I ate well. But I also had two big slip-ups in the food department. I exercised and was very active. But I also talked myself out of going to the gym. Twice. One step forward, two steps back. This week’s goal: no back-stepping.

*Did you catch the movie reference? It’s not an exact quote, but it’s clearly borrowed from one of the most quotable movies ever. If you can tell me what it is, we will be good friends. How’s that for a motivating prize?!

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Tri My Way Thursdays

Posted by Missy in Fitness | 11 comments

So I have discovered the drawback to promising a post “tomorrow.”

Someone could stay out too late catching up with a friend, and then someone could be too tired to write a post, and someone A) might be sorry she didn’t write the post earlier and B) wish she hadn’t promised a post.

Someone is me, by the way.

Someone will try to keep this short and sweet then. (And will stop referring to herself as someone. That is so annoying.)

I want to improve my physical health and fitness level. The stuff I’ve tried so far has not worked for me. Okay, by try, I mean the stuff I’ve thought about trying. I cannot get motivated. One. Excuse. After. Another.

I’ve always enjoyed athletic pursuits, even though I’m not particularly athletic. Let’s discuss.

I was a swimmer. I was not an Olympian or anything, but I rocked the summer league. I’ve dabbled in Masters Swimming as an adult, but I never stick with it. I love to swim. I am never more at peace than I am swimming laps, so I’m recommitting to some time in the water.

I also used to run kind of a lot. I ran a marathon. Honolulu 1998 with Team in Training. Ran is a loose term. I limped across the finish line, but I finished and that’s all that matters.

Honestly, I’ve never been much of a bike rider. When I was about 10, maybe 12 – okay, I have no idea how old I was – the front tire of my 10-speed (a silvery blue Schwinn – she was so pretty) got tangled with the back tire of my friend’s 10-speed and we had an ugly crash on the suburban asphalt. That was the beginning of the end of my biking experience. But just a few weeks ago I discovered that I love spin class. Except for the fact that my bottom parts hurt in ways I didn’t think possible, it was really a great time.

As I mulled over my illustrious athletic history, I discovered my motivation: a triathlon.

I’m doing one and you get to follow along.

Sorry, no details for you. I haven’t decided when, where or really how. Currently I am rehabbing an insanely tight IT band and a few underachiever muscles. This is a theme with me, the injuries. I get really excited, go all out with the exercise and end up in traction.

Not this time. This training will be some seriously slow going. Fair warning: Tri My Way Thursdays will likely appear in this space for a long, long time.

My ultimate goal for this space is to keep you updated and thereby keep myself motivated. If I have to fess up every time I skip the gym or eat my weight in Annie’s Chocolate Chip Bunny Grahams, then I just might work a bit harder and eat a little less.

Yesterday I took my measurements. I am not telling you what they were.

Your inner voyeur is very disappointed, right? I get that. But I just have to draw the line somewhere. Releasing my measurements to the internet is that line. What I will do is tell you once a month whether any of the numbers shrunk and by how much. I will give you the details on number of pounds and inches lost.

Each week I will confess – or brag about? – my workout schedule. I will tell you about any dietary slip-ups. Confession is good for the soul, they say. We’ll test that theory.

What this won’t be: a lengthy, weekly post. From here on out you can expect a blurb on Thursdays, not a diatribe. As I have more specific details about the impending triathlon, I will share them with you. We’ll talk stats each week and then we’ll move on to more Wonder, Friend-specific stuff.

For now, I am so dang tired. So. Tired. If I have any hope of getting to the gym tomorrow, I must leave you now.

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