Well, good people, it was time.
After an extended hiatus due to a monster year-end work schedule, it’s time to get back in the lab (yet again) and get moving.
I didn’t get a chance to do an elaborate new year goal/intention setting session during the holiday season (thanks a ton, germ carriers). I didn’t get a chance to recap 2019…or the last decade for that matter (and PS: reading everyone’s flowery 2019/decade recaps gave me agita.). I have no well defined plan to “manifest dreams” in 2020. But, I do know this: I need more sleep, more quiet time, and increased focus (and discipline) on my fitness goals.
So, on the latter–and for public record–I present the following:
1) I’ve recommitted to my fitness journey. The whole thing. Workouts (consistent). Food (whole). Sleep (a lot more). Alcohol (little to none). Metrics. And accountability—i.e. the point of this post. We got goals.
2) And as luck would have it, I also have a crazy travel schedule this month. My first real test. Easy to be thrown off. Or defer and say “let’s start in February.” But, with intentionality, the goal is to be consistent. You can workout anywhere. So, that’s the plan. Home gym workouts when I’m home and hotel workouts when I’m traveling. Can’t meal prep on the road but best efforts to portion control and make good choices.
3) I will share progress along the way because…accountability.
4) Random fun fact: my weight today is lower than it has been in months…BUT my body fat % is higher (i.e. I have lost muscle mass. Boo!). So I weigh less but it doesn’t feel or even look like I do (in fact, it looks like the opposite, frankly). Moral of the story: don’t obsess about the number on the scale. Weight doesn’t tell the entire story.
5) Start. Wherever you are. Yes, you may have fallen off. Yes, you may have gained a few lbs. Yes, you may have lost some definition. Yes, you may really enjoy those bagels (pizza/bread/dessert/wine). Just. Start. Where. You. Are. (ps: I’m talking to me also. 🤫☺️)
6) Ummm…I forgot. 🤷🏾♀️ Time to go to sleep anyway. Aiming for 7 hours minimum (if you know me, you know I irrationally burn the candle at both ends—for no reason sometimes so…this is a stretch).
Ok. Let’s go. Together.
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