Seems unreal but yes, a tiny little sensor on my shoe and an expensive MP3 player capable of amazing technological feats - including tracking my workouts - appears to be almost completely responsible for my newfound motivation. I've never kept track of miles or calories, or had a way to do so. It really does amaze me that I have that kind of capability now AND the difference that it makes in my desire to get out there and go again!
So far, 4 walks, 13.11km, on track for my goal of 12 workouts in 4 weeks, and have burned 1142 calories out of my June goal of 2600. This is quite possibly the best start I've ever had for a "fitness" routine - with the exception of the gym that I joined with a slightly psychotic friend/c0-worker from my Eat n' Park days. This feels d0-able.. which makes all the difference in whether or not I'll be motivated enough to stick with it. Biggest motivator besides the awesome technology of Apple? My ankle has been holding up pretty well with the major increase in physical activity. Lord knows my mood has improved exponentially - as I knew it would. I'm just so afraid that something will derail me, but I've gotta get over that fear/anxiety ASAP.
Last but not least, I answered a friend's message and got some pertinent advice incidentally. I haven't seen or talked to this friend for more than 15 minutes since we graduated with our undergrad in Psychology. But he pointed out the very stupidly overlooked possibility of doing some rate and part-time work for now. That would actually be a fabulous idea for the summer - the ability to pay some seriously worrying bills AND still have a boatload of free time to enjoy all the joys of summer with Alex. I'm out the door tomorrow with resumes in hand to smile ever so sweetly and bombard the local mental health agencies! That is of course once I get my hair out of this god-awful scunchie I've been sporting for the last week.. I think I'm ready for an ultra short cut... just another reason to lose weight.. Super short hair won't be too flattering with my double chin and extinct cheekbones..
All in all, I'm proclaiming that life is life and I will remain good no matter what plops, slithers, flounders on or attempts to infest my path! My verbal diarrhea is just that... a necessary cleansing.
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YOU are motivating me, although buying an I-Pod would have Mike run screaming from the house, I fear. I would have to do some serious walking and show him that I need one. BUT, I could get a pedometer, right? Those don't cost as much as an I-Pod, I think.
SO proud that you're taking advantage of this short period of time between graduation and entering the world of the working physchologist.
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